Member
op2024
Carlyle
Kaithe Dame
Experiment 249
Horangi
Cuervo
Rightful Heir
Ejected
Pen Name
Noctis
Jackson still had a bunch of unanswered questions. He wasn't typically this curious. Anyone who knew him, especially Dre and Ji-Su who he felt like he had grown close to in the short time he's been hanging with them before now, could vouch that Jackson really wasn't the inquisitive type. He wouldn't even be able to tell you what inquisitive meant or how to use it in a sentence, but even he had the thing where he needed to know some of the basics such as the gem thing that went inside him (sounds worse than it actually is) and the new Smart Watch competitor that was now on his wrist. But above all else, he's just really sad because he was really looking forward to that triple threat.
Yeah, something something 'think of your priorities', but when Jackson was hungry and even willing to pay for his friends' food (he would do regardless if they asked him to or not because Jackson did not let his buds go hungry), but the fact he was going to pay made it all the more heartbreaking because he didn't get the chance to because of those...things. He didn't know what to call them. Freaks seemed to be accurate enough. They certainly fit the bill for freaky things.
“And maybe get another quesadilla, yeah?”
As Ji-Su leaned toward him, there was an odd change in Jackson's demeanor. Curiosity was long gone and, though he still didn't quite understand the reason why that gem seemed to choose him, of all people, he understood in the immediate future (as in the next ten minutes), Jackson could use the promise that his fellow foodoholic friend made about that triple threat quesadilla as his internal motivation to kick a little ass, take some names, and, of course, protect those who were probably shitting their pants like Jackson would if he didn't feel like he was at the start of his own superhero origin story.
"Oh yeah! I'm all...uh--" He was going to say fired up, but not only would that be a copyright issue, but could he say fired up? The thing giving him this power was...well, it wasn't fire. It was a rock-like object. And it dissolved inside him or something like that. So, saying he was fired up wasn't accurate. But it was a cool phrase.. "I'm all jacked up!" Oh yeah, that's much better!
At the same time that he heard that hot chick from before telling them to focus, Jackson watched as Dre completely demolished one of those freaks by giving it a taste of its own medicine. Its weapon was shoved right into its chest and it faded away. "Hot damn man! That was sick!" Jackson cheered, jumping and fist-pumping into the air out of both support for his friend and classmate, but also out of his own pure excitement that was obviously deeply rooted in the fact that he was still a kid at heart who got too excited by watching badass moments like that happen in front of his eyes.
Yeah talk about badass.
As Jackson remained in state of awe of Andre, time stopped for no man, even those admiring the badassery that was just displayed. Those freaks seemed to surround them. "Apparently they couldn't appreciate pure, adulterated epicness." Jackson sighed, looking as they encircled him, Dre, and Ji. The two boys were back to back and Jackson immediately looked around, surveying for the blonde and other asian girl with the softer demeanor than Ji-Su. But again time waited for nobody because as one of the freaks came charging from behind him (to Dre's front) and like a mother-fucking boss, judo threw it towards Jackson. Even though there was very little time for Jackson to react, he felt like that wasn't the case. The thrown freak was coming at him in slow motion.
Wait, slow motion? What was really happening?
Jackson twisted his body, dipping back onto his hands, tucking his legs into his chest and as the thrown freak was directly over him, he thrust both of his legs into the chest of it, sending it flying up into the air, crashing into the food truck.
"Whoa.." Jackson had to take a moment. He didn't expect to be able to do that. He...didn't think he could pull it off. "Holy fucking shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! That was incredible! Like.." Jackson had to get a handle on what he just did. It was cool and all, but he had to focus. Hot chick would be mad if he didn't. Looking at Dre, he still had a grin on his face. "Dude, yes it's like I can see things in slower motion than I should. Also, I have this...strength. Like I'm not a fighter. Never trained in any martial arts, but I feel like I can actually fight."
Jackson glanced over to Ji-Su. "What about you, Ji? Do you feel any different?"
But it's a neat theme and I hope we keep it going!