Ragnarok woke and for the first time in a very long time he didn’t have a headache. The sensation was odd. He had lived with headaches since he was small. They had become like the noise made on the streets of a busy city, annoying and persistent and now it was as if the entire city had been emptied overnight while he slept, leaving him alone in his head.
He arched his neck, trying to stretch the muscles in his neck. They were sore.
“Well it’s good to see that you’re up and about.” A voice said behind him. “I was getting bored.”
He spun and seized the person with his TK… or tried to. The person didn’t even flinch when he grabbed her. In fact, she was sitting in a camp chair with a book out and was reading. A look of disinterest across her face. She turned a page.
He took a step back. What- no that wasn’t possible. He tried to grab her again. He felt the powers respond. He knew that they were working, but they didn’t seem to affect her.
He stood there, arm outstretched and feeling slightly panicked. She must be some sort of canceler. How else did she withstand his Telekinetic pulls?
“If you’re done trying to force choke me I think you have somewhere to be,” she said, turning a page. For some bizarre reason the thought occurred to him that she couldn’t possibly have read that entire page that quickly.
“What- who are you?” he said. Raising some rocks off the ground. If he couldn’t hurt her with his TK directly maybe some well-placed rocks would-
She sighed and closed her book. “Would you put those down, I’m fairly certain you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried landing a mountain on top of my head.”
“I could try,” Ragnarok said.
“Mn-hmn,” She said, “I’m sure you could. But let’s try not to waste this miraculous gift from heaven you have on smashing my face in, alright?”
They waited in silence for a few moments, then Ragnarok released his TK allowing the heavy stones to fall to the ground. If anything, she had certainly made him curious
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Just call me Lizzy.” She began walking towards him. Ragnarok frowned. There was something wrong with the way she walked. He couldn’t put a finger on it just yet though.
“Lizzy.” He said. “That’s not much of a name for an epic.”
“You’ll find that very little about me matches the tropes you see in other epics.” She said. She walked passed him. He followed her with his gaze.
It was then that Ragnarok finally realized something.
“You’re not real are you?”
She spun on him. “What do you mean I’m not real? I’m standing right in front of you.”
“You’re a hallucination aren’t you? I went crazy after the battle. And you are the aftermath of what happened.”
“I- that’s preposterous.”
Calamity. She was a terrible liar.
“Yeah? Then explain to me why when you walk you don’t rustle the twigs and leaves on the ground or leave tracks in the dirt.” It was hard to pay attention to actually. His mind seemed to slide of certain details about her, such as the way she walked quietly. It was like trying to remember an elusive memory, only at the same time, not like that at all.
“So what?” he said. His chest hurt from his fight with the other epics. He would likely need to stitch those cuts closed. “Can you read my mind? Or is it like that one guy in that book with all the smart illusions and then that other guy who shoots people using the insane guy’s arms?”
“WH-what?” she said.
“Or am I just schizophrenic?”
Lizzy looked at him for a while. “Sparks,” she finally said. “You’re certainly mad, but I don’t think it’s in the way you think you are.”
“A likely story,” He thought about it for a moment. How would Stormeggeddon react to her hitman going crazy?
That line of thought raised another question.
Why hadn’t Stormeggeddon contacted him? Usually after a failed catch of the day, she would contact him within minutes, or sometimes during, the fight with the other epics. And now she had been silent for a good… ten minutes?
Hey Stormeggeddon, you worthless piece of slime, you in here?! he thought. Nothing. Something like that should’ve gotten him a reprimand instantaneously.
Hmn… looks like I’m out of a job. Good. He had never like working for that Witch. Even when he had no idea about her mind control abilities.
There was a breeze, and Ragnarok realized that he didn’t have most of a shirt on.
“Well, since I guess were stuck together, I should probably take you with me to get supplies.” Ragnarok said to Lizzy.
“What?” she said, “No, we need to go back to Astoria to—“
“Okay then. Its decided,” Ragnarok glided up into the air. “Race you there.”
“Yet another ridiculous--,”
Ragnarok sped off.
Most epics saw shooting weapons as underneath them.
It was a darn unfortunate fact. Guns were fun to shoot, and they looked cool. Yup. Never discount the way an assault rifle over your back makes the vanillas quiver.
Harkness stood on a rooftop fingering the trigger of his Magistrate .60 caliber rifle. The rifle was a special project of his, decked out with Gravotonics, electron compression in the magazine, suppression, long range scope—which had its own library of perks--, remote firing, motion detection, and the added bonus of just looking plain LEGIT. It was a favored weapon in his life, something he’d been using ever since he became an epic.
And he had its sights set on Ice steel keep.
Time to see if patience yields results. He thought.