DISCLAIR: This story is NOT MINE IN ANY WAY. That honor has gone to the beautiful bastard Ryugii. This has been pulled from his Spacebattle publishnt. Anyway on with the show...errr read.
Touch
My parents were still busy with Hunter business when I went to the tower, so I concerned myself with my own matters. The rose was too large to carry comfortable in a bag anymore, so I addressed that first. Recalling the idea I'd had earlier, I equipped the armor I'd used while training with Adam and curled the plant around . With another feeding to assist the process and so help from Crocea Mors to shape the tal into place, I was left with a number of 'tallic' shoots and stems curled decoratively around my armor, all leading to living roses around my collar and shoulders. So healing here, feeding there, and liberal use of my power in its presence and it didn't seem bothered by being effectively planted in tal. Later, maybe I could design sothing more suited to the purpose, but for now, it seed to workand though I'd never really considered wearing flowers before, but seeing myself in it, I thought the rose armor was as least as cool as my onesie. My sisters would probably have liked it, at least.
That problem temporarily handled, I moved on to the next matter. I'd bought packages of most of the seed types they'd had available, if with more of a focus on the flowers then the fruit-bearing plants. The fact of the matter was that I just wasn't sure how Aura would ss with things and given that fruits were designed to be eatenif not by people then by animalsI was wary of starting with them. With flowers, there was still the potential issue of pollination, but it seed like a lesser risk compared to the possible ingestion of altered fruits.
Still, I'd have to keep a close eye on it, maybe build a greenhouse to act as a contained setting. I already had ideas in mind on what to test; I'd start by comparing different versions of the plantsthere would need to be comparisons between ones enhanced early on, ones awakened in adulthood, those awakened young and grown artificially with Green Thumb, those grown with Green Thumb and then enhanced, on and on. I'd need to compare to a baseline, of course, but in ti germination, pollination, and fertilization would all need to be tested and the effects on different plants compared.
For now, though, I mainly focused on precisely which seeds to begin with, taking out a few of several different types and storing the rest away in my inventory, before refocusing on my current project. My MP was running low from the awakening and the growth I incited, so I found a quiet place to get comfortable and ditated for a short ti, even as I called up a number of skills to burn Aura for the roses. Crocea Mors remained alert in the tal of my armor, shifting it in response to new growth, both allowing it room and gently guiding it.
I noticed so oddities in the plant in the process as it seed to grow accordingly, bits and pieces of it that should have been in the way shiftedor even shrinkingas it curled around . Even normally important parts seed to changebut then, it didn't truly need any form of sustenance but , did it? Absorbing the cast off light of my soul and profiting from my occasional healings, even systems that should have been vital were unneeded as it curled further and further around in shifting steel designs. Then, was it growing that way deliberately?
Noting those changes and even more curious, I put off awakening another plant to grow the rose further, letting the steel around writhe. I guided it away from places that might inhibit my movents and the plant itself seed to respond to that, paths of growth shifting slightlynot like it was moving a limb, truly, but more like the directions it grew weren't random. I felt prickles as thorns grew, but my armor simply shifted to compensate and between my Vitality, Aura, and various skills, it didn't hurt much to begin with. Getting out of the armor would be a bit tricky, but I could still untangle the vines, stems, and branches. For now, I was just curious to see how much the rose would growand how much it could grow.
But I held myself back. Now wasn't the ti or place for pushing that particular limit, much as the question cried out to be answered, so I lay the matter sowhat reluctantly aside and moved on. Since the armor's weight was negligible to now, I drew out so spare tal from my Inventory and drew it over , hiding the thorns while letting the flowers remain. There was probably a joke or comparison to be taken from that, but I didn't bother, and with the most attention drawing features of my armor gone, I just
Well. I just sort of wandered, keeping to my thoughts
It actually took a minute to realize I had nothing else to do. I'd thanked and touched based with Tukson, begun my desired experint, andthat's pretty much all I'd had planned for my day in Vale. Without room to experint, I just didn't have a lot else to do, much less on short notice. Tukson was busy, Blake and Adam were gone, and my parents were preoccupied, which left more or less friendless and alone. I didn't really know anyone else in town, except maybe Junior, and even that was mainly just a business arrangent. I knew the Faunus I'd saved, I supposed, but I couldn't risk drawing attention to them by eting them as Jian Bing and they wouldn't recognize Jaune Arc.
I guess I just didn't know a lot of people anymore. I didn't really think of myself as cold or unsociablesocially awkward, maybe, but that was differentand I certainly didn't mind people; my mom had always told that strangers were just friends I hadn't t yet and I'd tried to live by that. It's justII was busy. My power allowed to train around the clock soI did. I hadn't had a lot of close friends before, admittedly, but I'd been friendly enough with my classmatesbut when I'd gained this power, it had simply taken priority. I an, this was my dream co true. Could anyone bla for giving it my full attention? Would anyone else have done differently?
I liked having friends, of course; I an, who didn't? I was kind of proud that I'd managed to reach out to Blake and Adam, to the people I'd saved, even to Penny. It's just that I didn't mind being alone anymore, either, because I could always train, could always improve myself. For , soone who'd always been weakI was fine working constantly for two weeks or two months or even two years. And if soone ca up to or I ca across them, I would reach outbut that didn't happen a whole lot while running around a forest. Even with the people I was friends with, it didn't really bother if Adam and Blake went off to do sothing and left behind. I didn't like being truly alone, but in the sa way I knew that my parent's and sister's frequent absences didn't an they didn't love , I understood that there was more to friendship then proximity. Added to the fact that I had my Elentals to keep company and I was never really alone anyway.
Did that make seem distant? I knew I'd kind of blown off a lot of my school life when my powers had set in and I'd be dropping out of school soon, too, but I really didn't mind anybody and I'd never be against making friends. If I saw so of my classmates, or even people on the street, wounded, I'd heal them. If I saw soone looking sad, I'd ask what was wrong. I just gotwrapped up in things. May parents understood that. So had Blake and Adam.
Right?
I sighed. This is why I prefer keeping busy. I don't know if it was just or a result of being an INT and WIS focused character, but my thoughts just tended to wander.
Screw it.
"Levant, Suryasta, Xihai, Vulturnus," I murmured quietly and calling my Elentals to my side. I didn't manifest them, but I didn't need to in order to see them when they appeared, reclining in various states of ease on the surround architecture. I didn't say anything and I didn't have to, but as I continued my walk through the city, I saw them whenever I looked up. Not necessarily nearby, oftentis just looking at the city or the people in it, but always there and that put at ease. When my aimless wanderings took down a dark alley and through one of the worse parts of town, it didn't both for a mont. In fact, I just found a place to sit and watched people pass by.
Oddly enough, even the few people walking the darkening streets didn't co near .
It was probably the roses, I thought with a smile, cheek resting on a fist as I rolled a seed between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. I pondered it absently, noting it was a Zinnia, and chuckled to myself. Since no one else was around and the armor covered my face besides
"To absent friends," I said, lifting it a tad as it grew into a small flower, roots curled about my covered fingers. I coaxed them away, draw the flower up to the blossom into my armor gently touched the white petals with a finger, quietly falling into a trance as I worked to draw out the light within it. It was glowing a gentle white as I opened my eyes to check on it before returning to my ditation, drawing in power. I saw the rose, roots and stems growing through my armor in a color distinct from both my own and the new flower. After a mont though, I felt sothing shift and change, likelike a drop of coloring diluting in water, except upwards. The dim white of the new flower mixed with brighter red of the rose, starting a shift where they touched that grew out from their connection, quickening as Crocea Mors shifted to make room.
I drew myself from my focus carefully, looking down at the new plant with a slight frown. Already, it's coloringit very shapewas shifting closer towardsa rose? Sothing new?
I looked above it and then at my rose, finding the sa words above both.
Who Would Inhabit This Bleak World Alone?
LV 4
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Race: Plant Amalgam
Sex: N/A
Level: 4 Next LV: 37.2
Age: 1
STR: 2 DEX: 1
VIT: 3 INT: 2
WIS: 5 LUCK: 15
Specials: Animasynthesis LV. 5 (Passive), Green Binder LV. 1 (Active & Passive)
Points: 15
"Well," I mused, pondering the plantplants?-thoughtfully. "You're good at making friends, obviously."
I reached out to check the changed skills when a whisper of wind touched my face. I looked up to see Levant suddenly sitting next to , eyes staring down the street.
"Levant?" I asked quietly. "What's wrong?"
She turned her gaze back to , float up to my ear with no other motion. When she spoke, it wasn't with her ntal voice but as actual sound, carried on the wind. I looked up to see Vulturnus stretched idly atop a lamppost, unbothered by it being a Hologram. Xihai stood at the edge of a drain, eyes closed as water rushed beneath her. Suryasta stood behind when I looked back, his deanor at once reminiscent of a fire about to start and the works mankind had drawn from the flasdangerously and restrained.
"Okay," I said, patting Levant's head as I rose. She smiled slightly, a simple, gentle expression not at all fitting with the sounds that had co from her lips. "Let's go see, then."
It probably went without saying that cities were noisy. With thousands and thousands and thousands of people living their lives, it was only natural for it to be loud. Even beyond what was imdiately audible, though, there was a lot to be heard in even out of the way places, if your ears were good enough.
Levant's were. Or rather, as an Air Elental, she didn't need ears to begin with. Because all the air within a rather large volu was under her influence, she could 'hear' things simply by the vibrations they left in the dium. She could feel sound in a way far beyond all but the most exceptional creatures or machines could perceive.
Granted, a lot of the things she heard, she probably just ignored. As I said, in a place like a city, there were a lot sounds and most of them probably didn't an anything to her. Levant was the wind, old beyond reckoning despite her young appearance, and, in her 'life' before becoming my Elental, had probably born witness to the rise and fall of empires, great loves and betrayals, and countless acts of heroism and depravity alikebut what did any of those things matter to the wind?
Hell, from the perspective of the Elents, Mankind was a new fadand, between the Grimm and ourselves, probably not one that would stick around too much longer. Even if the wind sohow did have a mind of its own, so strange form of awareness independent of its summoning, what reason did it have to care if we laughed or cried, suffered or rejoiced?
But I cared about those things. And Levant cared that I cared.
So when she heard, amidst the countless noises of the city, the sound of people suffering, she whispered them to and I acted. It wasn't a single sound, not even close; the sad truth was that in a city as large as Vale, there were countless people suffering in ways beyond counting. There were people weeping over broken hearts, people drinking to numb the pain, addicts shaking and wasting away in back alleys, sounds of violence, the results of accidents, sickness, poverty, hunger
There were a lot of people in pain. I knew ntally that it was nothing in the grand sche of things, that only a tiny fraction of the population was suffering at any given tibut a fraction was suffering all the ti. The faces changed, the reasons changed, but soone was always getting hurt, whether by others or themselves or things that no one could control. And therethere were so many. Another horrible truth was that you couldn't save everyone; you couldn't even help everyone. There were lots of reasons, from situational factors to opportunity costs to countless other things, but you couldn't. You couldn't even co close. I knew that the mont I heard a hundred voices in pain, listened to a wave of suffering so imnse that individuals were dragged under and erased. There was nothing I could do to help them all.
But not being able to help everyone, I reckoned, was no reason not to try to help as many as you could, nor did it lessen the value of helping people.
So I tried. From sound alone, much less the wash of different voices Levant brought to my ears, it was impossible to determine who was most in need or where they were or who should be helped in what order. This was, I realized a bit belatedly, my first ti truly out in the city with Levant, to say nothing of the first ti she was doing this. She was trying to help but I don't think she really knew how; she knew that people were in pain, but I wasn't certain she completely understood the concept and I, her main link to the human experience, probably wasn't the best example to learn from in that regard. Neither Levant or I would be bothered, or even truly wounded, by saya few bullets or a car wreck, so what did either of those things an to Levant? She wasn't truly alien, she was intelligent and capable of learning, but thisthis was sothing she'd had neither experience with nor use for.
So instead, she just relayed everything, knowing I didn't like it when people were in pain. And that told a lot, but not really what I needed to do sothing about it. Later, perhaps, I could teach Levant how to distinguish between and decide the value of targets, but for nowfor lack of any better option, I just asked her to cut down her range, limiting the number of voices to those closest before letting her guide to specific voices. I spent a mont listening and heard sothing veryfamiliar, picking it out amidst the noise.
She pointed and I followed.
There, She spoke into my mind, distant and gentle at once. Even without her words, I could hear the sounds of crying from within the alley and it seed like I wasn't the only onebut I et the severe looking man's eyes calmly and said nothing as I continued forward, making him hesitate.
Level six, I noted absently as I stopped before him, skimming his profile with a mont's focus. A past record and so tiI'd like to hope for the best from those around , but given the circumstances
"Leave, Ecru," I said with a sigh, gesturing dismissively as I dropped his na. "You don't even want to try."
And then, just in case, I added.
"I'll handle this."
The man paused at my words and gave a once overbut I couldn't imagine the streets of Vale were especially kind to those inclined to harass a strangely dressed passerby. He saw the armor, the roses, and how I held myself and wordlessly decided to be elsewhere. I watched him leave calmly and then walked down the alleyway.
"Hello?" I said, though I knew full well where they were. "Are you okay?"
The crying went belatedly silent, dropping into frightened, shaking breaths. I gave them a mont before moving with slow steps into their view. Curled together beside a cardboard box soone had put in the alley were a boy and girl, hands and faces smudged and dirtied with the general grim of this part of the city. Matching blonde hair and brown eyes made think they were related, which I confird with a glance above their heads. Twins of so kind, most likely; though the sister looked a fair bit taller, she'd probably just hit a growth spurt already.
"Hello," I said again, tone gentle as I crouched slowly. I made sure to stay far enough away that they weren't in easy reach, trying to allay their worries. "Are you okay?"
Neither said a word, clinging tighter to one another as they watched with wary, fearful eyes. It seed like a rather extre reaction; I'd have figured the flowers would have allayed so of their suspicion. It worried enough to press a bit harder.
"You're Johannes and Margaret Wild, right?" I asked, taking a chance by saying their nas. "Your parents must be worried sick."
"You know us?" Johannes asked before his sister hushed him.
"No they aren't," She said venomously. "She left us here."
I frowned.
"Did she now?" I murmured. Thatwhat that implied made this more complicated. Beyond what I could easily deal with, honestly, but "Then it's worse than I thought. Still, you can't very well stay here. This isn't much of a place for children; if soone besides had found you"
And soone almost had, I thought. I wasn't sure if they were lucky or if I was, but I couldn't leave them here.
"And who are you?" Margaret nearly sneered, a surprising amount of bitterness in her voice.
I only hesitated for a mont before shifting my armor subtly with Crocea Mors and lifting my helt.
"The na's Jaune Arc," I said, smiling at them. "I'm a Hunter. Er, well, I'm training to be one. I help people. Likelike this. Here, I won't hurt you."
I lifted a hand for them to see before slowly extending it toward, just one finger extended. I paused as they cringed away slightly, halting until they relaxed, before gently poking the boy and healing my. Minor scratches and bruises closed and a bit of color returned to his cheeks. He let out a little sound of astonishnt, his sister staring at him with wide, astonished eyes. I smiled at her warmly and held out a hand to her, waiting as she deliberated before touching her fingers to my own, healing her when she did.
"See?" I said, trying to sound cheerful to distract them from the situation. "Good as new, right?"
"I" Margaret hesitated for a mont before drawing her hand back to her chest, looking nervous. "Itit doesn't matter"
It was hard to remain smiling hearing her say that, the dejected quality in her voice nearly dragging it from my facebut I pressed on, trying to look calm and kind and serene.
"Sure it does," I said. "We don't want you or your brother getting hurt now, do we?"
"It doesn't matter," She insisted, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "We're"
"It'll be okay," I said soothingly. I wanted to reach out and pat her head, but noI kept out of her space, kept my hands still and where she could see them. "I promise. I'll handle it."
"You," She demanded. "What are you going to do about this?"
She gestured vaguely. At what, I had no idea. As it happened, I didn't really know what to do about this situation, either, besides taking it to the police. I an, sure, there was a part of that wanted to go hero of justice and track down the parents that had apparently abandoned their child, but that wouldn't actually help the kidsand there was a chance, however slight, that this was a misunderstanding. Either way, though, the wise thing to do would be to take this to the VPD, which is what I intended to do.
Butshould I just pick them up and haul them to the police? I could probably do it pretty easily and it'd be the fastest waybut I didn't want to. Looking at them, seeing how they'd reacted to my presence, I could see how alone and scared they were and I wanted to
"Well, I'll help you, of course," I claid. "I may look a bit odd, but I'm a bit of a hero, you see. Likelike"
I searched for an example they'd recognize and smiled.
"Like X-ray," I said.
"But you don't even look as strong as Vav," Johannes said with innocent skepticism that made flinch. His eyes widened. "Wait, I'm sorry!"
"It's" I sighed to myself as I slouched. "It's okay. II guess it was kind of arrogant of to compare myself to X-ray in the first place"
Johannes looked sad for , to the point that I thought he might cry again. Margaret just looked at like she thought I was very, very sad.
"But" I continued, pulling myself together. "Believe it or not, I really try my best to help people. I found you that way, you know; I was patrolling for those in need."
"Really," Johannes asked, amazed.
"Really," I said solemnly. "I keep on the lookout for anyone I can help."
"Prove it," Margaret said, seemingly on the verge of rolling her eyes.
"Uh," I said before thinking for a mont. "Okay. I actually detected several other distress signals in the nearby vicinity. There's even one"
I paused to glance at Levant.
"Over there," I pointed in the sa direction as her, standing to hurry towards it. Johannes scurried quickly after , causing Margaret to rise in alarm and swear like sailor.
But she followed both of us out of the alley and into another one a ways down the other side of the street. I paused at the entryway, scanning the filthy but seemingly empty alley with a slight frown.
"There's no one here," Margaret said, panting just a bit as she caught up to us and looked around. "You're not very good at this, are you?"
I ignored that, listening as Levant amplified the sound of paining breathing. She'd made it loud enough that I hadn't realized it before, but I probably should have guessed, given what Levant was doingand if I followed the direction
I got down on my belly and peered under the old dumpster, squinting against the shadows.
"Hey, little guy," I cooed, Observing it. It was a small dog, hidden in the shadows and the filth and lookingawful. Filthy, hungry, sick, woundedhe looked terrible. I think he was one of the Atlesian breeds, maybe a husky or sothing, but I didn't have much of an eye for dogs. It could have been a mutt, too, I guess, but whatever it was it must have been on the streets for a while now though it barely looked capable of taking care of itself. A glance at its status effects
Definitely sick. The injuries it had taken fightingwhatever it had fought were infected, as were its ears and parts of its skin. It had worms, fleasthe list went on and on and got worse as it did. I was honestly amazed it had survived this longit must have been really lucky, especially to have lasted long enough to et .
Or, I wondered not for the first ti, was this my Luck.
It didn't matter. I placed a hand on the underside of the dumpster and lifted it absently so I could see under it better, making the children gaspat or the dog I wasn't sureand causing the puppy to growl, a surprisingly fierce sound, if one full of pain.
"Shh," I said soothingly. "It's okay. It's okay."
I lifted a hand, reaching towards it but its growl rely got louder. It didn't try to move or run, probably incapable at this point, but it didn't stop, either.
"You're a fighter, huh?" I said in the sa voice, pausing as I reached out. The armor had been designed with Crocea Mors' gauntlets in mind and without them, my hands were bare.
Probably for the best, I thought as I turned off my tal Aura and Hide. If my hands had been armored, it might hurt itself.
I reached out to touch the dog and was unsurprisingly bittenbut it was so weak it didn't really hurt even without several of my defenses. As it held onto , I gently brushed its snout with a thumb and began healing it. I stayed like that for a mont, supporting the dumpster and gently stroking the dog as it healed, but after a mont it let go of on its own, allowing to scratch its muzzle and then its ears. After a mont, I was even able to gently coax it out and lower the dumpster again.
The little dog sniffed my face once and began licking it as I finished up the last of its healing, looking healthy again, if still dirty and missing a lot of hair. Even so, as I picked it up and cradled it gently, I saw so of the hardness in Margaret's expression lt away.
"Fine," She admitted, grudgingly. "I guess it hard to believe you're a complete asshole when you've got roses and puppies."
I smiled at that, scratching the dog's belly absently even as I wondered when a prepubescent girl learned to swear so easily. I probably wouldn't like the answer.
"Do you do this all the ti?" Johannes asked, looking exceedingly impressed. "Save kids and puppies?"
"Not all the ti," I admitted honestly after a mont of thought. "But whenever I can, I suppose."
"Are you" Margaret asked, looking abruptly uncertain. "Are you going to take us back to our parents?"
I looked at her for a mont, judging her reactions.
"No," I said. "Not if they left you here. But I'll take you to people who can help you. Will you go with to the police?"
She was still for a mont before nodding, moving so I could walk passed her, following with her bother in hand a mont later.
"Hey, Mr.," Johannes said after a mont. "Does your radar pick up anyone else who needs saving?"
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