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As I checked my black rubber band watch, I realized I would have to leave the campus library soon. I looked over my notes one last time, admiring the slanting cursive of my penmanship, the blue-inked pages inter-spread by a colourful title or occasional underlining here and there. Yeah, I was one of those people who still made hand-written notes, but I think I was much better off compared to the crazy dedicated ones who took the time to make sure all their notes were neat, writing them in block letters. Block letters! You might as well do everything in Word.
I closed my notebook, it was one of those leaf binder styles, cheap but pretty. I stashed it and all my other things into a light olive-green backpack with a pattern of dark-leaves-and-flowers. I headed outside and had to squint as the natural winter light made my eyes water. It was only mid-afternoon. I would have usually stayed studying well into the evening. But today, I had to leave early not because of the shorter opening hours on Fridays and weekends, but because I had my first AA meeting scheduled all the way up in Central Park. If I told people it was actually meant for superpowered people, they’d put me into the madhouse straight away, so if I had to say anything at all, I’d say it was a therapy group. Those that know me well would just nod knowingly, might even comment how good it was of me trying to get a handle on my anger issues. Yeah, I’d get pissed at ‘em for it. Goes to show how right they are, I guess. I took a deep inhale and thought about how nice it was to be in a good mood. I usually am when I get to focus on a task. So, there was absolutely no reason to get irritated, especially not for something so simple as a passing thought. I kept chanting No reason for irritation, good mood, nice crisp winter weather, good mood, no anger at myself, but could feel my facial muscles doing their best to terrify the poor passers-by with the whole gargoyle impersonation schtick they were trying to pull off.
By the time I reached and unlocked my bike – a nice black-and-white road bike I could ride year-round excepting cases of black ice or too deep snow – I had to press myself not to start growling. The 15 to 20 minutes of furious pedalling towards my rental apartment room managed to cool me down, both figuratively and literally. I felt my lungs starting to freeze and had to mentally brace myself for the upcoming the hour-long ride I would have to make to Central Park, and another to get back home. I shivered thinking about it, even though my body had warmed up some due to the exercise, locked up my bike, and entered the common room of our apartment. Someone, Reggie at least, must have recently been there, because I saw some left-over Mexican food. I heated it up, not feeling like a thief – we had a sort of an arrangement; everyone contributed whatever they could for the co-residents, and we all ended up better for it. It was real nice but not a thing you saw nearly enough. Rare, even. Especially with people having to move out. I knew of cases around here where people had been evicted for no reason other than bigoted jerks existing. I suddenly felt the urge to bash someone’s head in. The best alternative I had right then was digging into my food with more force than was strictly necessary.
After my meal, I quickly showered, put on my long black athletic pants, a white-striped dark blue long-sleeved shirt, a hoodie with a multi-coloured vibrant tiger print, and my usual camo winter coat last. For the cold, I also added a dark grey woollen beanie and scarf, black faux-leather gloves, and one of those black-brown winter sneakers. Then I emptied my backpack of anything but the necessities and took my bike on an 11-mile long ride. Yeah, I guess some people would call me crazy. My lungs certainly thought I was, but I ignored the protests. Some minutes short of an hour later, I arrived at Central Park. When I locked my bike to the rack, I saw someone else had chosen the same method of transportation. I immediately felt a kinship with whoever had done so. I decided then and there I would do my best to find the fellow cyclist and at least exchange names, if not get on friendly terms with them. Adrenaline-fueled and surprisingly hopeful, I entered the building right after a blonde male. Seeing as most of the chairs were filled already, I was one of the last ones to arrive. Beside Dr. Slate, whom I’d Googled, I recognized no-one on sight.
There was a lady standing a bit apart from the other, seemingly yet undecided if or where she’d sit. She was well dressed, had a really nice coat, and the snack area was a bit crowded, so I approached her. The long and brown-haired female was maybe 2 or 3 inches shorter than me naturally, but her heels made us pretty much even. She was so preoccupied I wasn’t sure she’d even notice me. Even so, I introduced myself. “Hey there, I’m new here. Name’s Valeria. How about you?”
I didn’t feel like staring at her all the while, even though she was good-looking, so I checked out the others. Two other females were dressed rather nice, and I eyed both appreciatively. Hey, I know this ain’t a dating meet-up, but what else are you supposed to get from appearance only if not attractiveness? The only male worth noting based on a quick glance was the blonde, maybe. The rest were a ginger, a holiday enthusiast, and…a rapper-wannabe? I wasn’t sure what else to think what with all the jewelry. If it were me I’d probably manage to dip a chain in soup or smack someone accidentally, so I had to wonder how worth the style was for all the inconvenience it brought. I blinked my eyes to stop the rambling train of thoughts and politely refocused on the woman I’d chosen to stand next to.
Yeah, I doubt I would do those kind of side stories either, unless I felt particularly inspired or felt that I had too much waiting time. So, probably not, no.
Even though she had planned on knocking the skeleton down, Asteria only managed to fracture one of its legs. She tried getting to its skull despite that, but the skeleton raised up its arms to protect itself. That only made Asteria more determined to crush the skull, but while she was planning how to do that, the zombie-skeleton lashed out at her. She saw the blur of movement and made to move away. She was hit nonetheless and, somewhat surprisingly, thrown back. The monster hadn’t actually struck her hard, however, and had managed to throw her away only because she was unbalanced. I could be getting better at these confrontations after everything, she noted the slight improvement in reflexes to herself, satisfied with the development.
Suddenly, the skeleton turned towards the entrance to Jason’s tunnel. Asteria followed its gaze until she saw what it was focusing on, and found Digbie. Rather than contemplating what the skeleton’s reasons for seemingly hating one of them were, Asteria regained her balance, and approached the skeleton once again. She moved in its peripheral vision, but it didn’t react. When she was close enough, Asteria grabbed its damaged leg, wrapping both paws around it and poised her teeth at its kneecap, intending to tear it out. Briefly, she remembered to activate Mana sense, curious whether she could kill the skeleton by draining its mana completely. Before the latter became relevant, however, a shimmering aura appeared around her and right after, the skeleton was dropped by a magic bullet of an attack.
Asteria was still holding onto the skeleton while trying to sense its mana, but after its skull was crashed, that was probably unnecessary, so she let go of the skeleton. As for sensing mana, she concentrated on feeling her own magical energy, then tried drawing it out of her body and get it to touch the shimmery aura – a shield, if her previous experiences were to be trusted. There was nothing physical to touch, but she could see the magic in effect, so Asteria continued fiddling with her attempt to touch the foreign-but-slightly-familiar mana with her own until the shield dissipated. Then she blinked her eyes several times, rubbing at them carefully with her paws to dissipate the itching sensation. She knew she’d have to go sleep soon, but before that, someone had helped her once again. And if she was correct in her assumption…She peered up above, and the shiny pixie was impossible to miss. “Oberon? Is that you?” she questioned, using Monster analysis on him to find out what he had evolved into.
Just then though, Asteria was distracted by a gurgling bubbling sound, and almost got whiplash from how swiftly she turned her head towards the sound. She was torn between relief and concern upon discovering the small stream forming. How…? Wait, lake, water underground, line straight to Jason’s tunnel…Just Rain then, maybe, not an enemy. Nonetheless, the black-furred Dire Rat approached the creek cautiously, put a paw in, and prodded at her magical energy to get it to discern whether there was anything magical at all about the lake water. Regardless of what she found out, it was at this time that Jason finally arrived with the group he had taken from whatever they were doing. “Yeah, they appeared pretty much right after we killed the goblin boss,” Asteria commented after Jason’s mention of the killed skeleton. She then listened to his telepathic message, once again drawing on her mana to get it to centre at her head, aiming to somehow sense the psychic energy she assumed Jason had to project for them to hear anything. As Jason finished his “explanation” she couldn’t help but wonder what the bitch comment was all about. An actual traitor? Or just his paranoia kicking up? He had even admitted being affected by the dungeon core not that long ago.
Asteria then proceeded to observe in fascination and wonder as Jason chanted, and his earth-based magic answered almost eagerly, burying the skeletal remains. So…speech, maybe language in general is useful for magic. Will have to try that out. She certainly agreed with sleeping and evolving in a safe spot, though whether Jason’s tunnel was truly the optimal location for that was a different matter. And yet… “Thank you, Oberon, but I don’t want to leave Mother Rat alone here, and she’s already sleeping. Perhaps in the morning. Especially with all these zombies popping out,” she sighed. Simply put, she was also dead-tired. She just wanted to curl up and sleep. And not travel who knows who far to do so. Maybe she should simply dig herself a hole and any zombies would mistake her for one of their own…? No, no, no stupid ideas. Why do we have to have these weak youngling bodies, can’t even function after a day without sleep…
Even as she continued grumbling to herself, and while Jason was searching for Rain, Asteria took care of another concerning matter – the creek. As small as it was, she wasn’t about to risk a flooding, even if that was an irrational concern. So, Asteria chose a spot on the ground decently away from both the stream and the fresh grave, and began digging, searching for large rocks, yanking any she found out of the earth and put them aside. After finding two decently sized ones, she lugged them both to the creek, dragging one by her tail - after having looped the appendage around it - and pushing the other in front of her with her paws. She pushed both rocks into the muddy creek floor in a make-shift dam, reinforcing the structure by digging some earth and mud on top of it hastily. She then lay down a meter or two away from the stream, not to sleep, but to check whether overflowing was going to be a problem or not.
Stands up after being thrown away. Notices the lack of serious injury, approaches skeleton from behind. Grabs skeleton’s leg firmly with both paws. Activates Mana sense. May or may not notice the change in mana as it dies in her grip. With the help of Mana sense tries drawing out her magical energy to “touch” the incorporeal shield while it’s around her. Addresses Oberon, uses Monster analysis II on him. Notices new stream, puts paw in, uses Mana sense on it. Addresses Jason. Tries manipulating her mana by sending it to her head. Attempts to get a feel for the psychic mana while Jason uses his telepathy (again). Observes Jason’s magical burial, notes effectiveness of the chant. Explains to Oberon that she can’t leave MR behind. Digs a hole, finds two rocks. Drags rocks to creek. Makes a simple dam. Lays near to the stream, resting her body while watching the stream in case anything weird/unwanted happens.
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Personal Information
Name (please include any nicknames): Valeria Nicole Alvarez-Knight, “Val”, “Nicky” Age: 21 Gender: Female Occupation: Student (of Phys Ed and Coaching) and part-time Bartender. Neighborhood or Borough in Which You Reside: Brooklyn, Crown Heights
Questionnaire Note: These questions are for research purposes only. Please respond honestly, completely and without omissions.
Describe the nature of your Atypical abilities.
I’m a werewolf, Aaa-uuuuuu! Oh, for fuck’s sake, please just shut the hell up. I know it’s a lame joke, ok?
…Back on track. I can shape-shift into a wolf – I’ve never seen an actual one, but I don’t think they get this large? I get all kinds of perks even in my usual human girl bod (strength, speed, endurance, sharper senses, sometimes I can even turn my nails tough and sharp). Full moons can be a bitch, yeah. Mood swings, hair, er, fur growth, canines randomly popping…And God, the urge to howl. It’s embarrassing, but I literally salivate at the sight or smell of raw meat.
Yeah…So, actually, this all started after I got my wolf and moon tattoo, so my ability is probably related to that. Uh, I ain’t eager to get inked any more, no. Just imagine if I had gotten a dragon – that could have turned out to be, like, super ridiculous.
Briefly describe the series of events that led to who, what and where you are today.
My mom is a gorgeous Puerto Rican and my pa a rich white boy (he’s from middle to upper-middle class, but that’s just about the best thing you can get around here). I have two older brothers and one younger one, so you can see how I’m such a tomboy. I went to school, made some friends, opposed bullies for sure, got into fights, loved exploring alley-ways, liked to see all the different things more or less peaceful together. Sure, there've been problems, but where aren’t there?
So, now that I think back on it...One time as a kid, I discovered a bit of a strange thing. We were just fooling around, writing with pens on our skins, you know those flowers or numbers or whatever...Only, when I got home, I could move the ink on my skin around a bit, might have felt a bit luckier. It was a really minor thing, so I thought I imagined it. Then forgot all about it till 18. Guess I shoulda paid more attention. Now I'm stuck with some untrained "ability", or maybe I'm plain crazy, who knows man.
Since my older brothers didn’t, my dad wanted at least me (and my lil bro) to go to college. I had more ambition than those two block-heads, so I did. I’ve worked part-time for a while, but only recently on night-shifts. Even if it wrecks my sleeping schedule, it kinda suits me. I manage to scrape enough together to rent a shit-shack of an apartment room. It’s mine, so I’m actually proud of the confined wreck. I have a bike - bicycle not motorbike. I got the wolf and moon tattoo at 18, and boy, did we have some conflicts about it in the family. I think they’re over it now. I really wouldn’t want them to find out the other consequences of my little rebellion back then though.
How would you describe your appearance to someone who is blind?
Tallish for a female at 5’9, with light brown skin, slim and fit. Some might call me pretty, but those people haven’t met my mom yet. Gods, is she hot. Yeah, so I can get jealous, so what. Uh, where was I…My originally dark brown hair is colored black and styled into a pixie cut with an undercut. My eyes are stormy grey and one of the rare good features I got from dad. My crooked aquiline nose is also from him, would probably fit a male better, but what can we do. At least I have the full sexy cupid lips from my mom, and the nice high cheek-bones to go along. Clothes…I know enough “fashion” to blend in, but patterns are my personal guilty pleasure. That or just an all-black ensemble. If I could, I would 100% dress for comfort all the time. I have my wolf and moon tattoo on my right shoulder-blade.
How would you describe your personality? Likes and Dislikes?
I could say I’m naturally friendly and outgoing, but I would be lying. I really did use to enjoy company, but recently I’ve been just so goddamn hot-headed I need more and more down-time to cool down. And I’m confident. Some may say arrogant, but those people can kindly fuck off. I’d say I just know how to stand up for myself and others. I wouldn’t call myself anywhere near smart, but I sure as hell am determined. And reliable. If there’s something I want or need to do, I get it done. Simple as that. You’re probably best off not asking me for romantic advice though. I can be kind of grumpy, but I appreciate anyone who can get me to laugh.
Sports. I love sports. Jogging, tennis, cycling, swimming, ice-skating, dancing, kickboxing, you name it. If I get to move my body, I’m happy. Well, happier.
I like cats, but they hate me. I wonder if I smell like a dog to them…And before you ask, canines do adore me. Their slobber is irritating, so that’s just another wonderful side-effect of my ability…
I enjoy spicy food and my favorite alcohol is probably Scotch. I would drink beer, but since the real-deal is overseas, it’s better to just get some freaking tea or soda. By the way, I prefer coffee to tea.
What is your current state of mind?
Irritated. Frustrated. Struggling to be as optimistic as I want to be.
If your current place of residence was destroyed under mysterious circumstances, which of your belongings would you attempt to recover from the rubble?
Are you threatening me? Huh?! Why doncha come and face me head-on, you fuckin coward? Huh?!
…Sorry. Or not. Don’t fucking dare to threaten me. Not ever again.
Ugh, damn, that was supposed to be an apology.
I keep some physical cash in a cheap safe, so I’d check that first. Otherwise, my bike, if it wasn’t a useless wreck.
What is making you happy right now?
Heh, you know what, I was just jogging and a light drizzle started up. It's as if the smog gets washed away...I love rain. Not the get drenched and blown away variety, mind.
How did you hear about AA, and what made you want to attend?,
Heard some rumors. Wanted to meet others like me. And I need to get a handle on my anger issues. I swear I wasn’t always like this. Emotionally unstable, they call it. Fuckin–
What is your greatest fear?
Becoming a cannibal. I’m not gonna lie, I have those kinda dreams from time to time…They scare the ever-living crap outta me. Don't want my family to think I'm a freak either.
If you could give up your atypical abilities, would you?
As much as I bitch about ‘em, I don’t think so. They have their uses.
Please suggest any refreshments you'd like to see at the next AA meeting.