POV George, part of misfits, took alias Flash

We were staying in those old houses somewhere nowhere. I felt like inside Friday thirteen movie or any other slasher with group of teens in the woods. Even mobile coverage wasn’t good enough with spots without it around. We had fun. Mouse was our coordinator, so in fact we could do anything. You are grownups, she said, when we tried something particularly stupid. From sic houses we had to our disposition only three were really available. One had problem with bathroom and plumbing, another with electricity, as electrical plugs were knocking down, when we tried to put electricity on. Last one, that was built at lowest point had flooded basement. It wasn’t so much of problem, but there was some coldness and humidity in there and maybe shadow of stench. We took two houses and left one for our teachers or masters. Then we exercised and looked around in the village. There was not much to see, as it was deserted.

Our main concern was overgrown grass. It was overgrown even on the yard, with exception of path to house. Road through village was pawed with stones and shoulder was done with dirt. We tried to find electric mower. There was no such thing. We found scythes in barns and garages. Youtube video showed us how to razor scythe with whetstone, but instruction, how to use scythe to cut grass properly was too hard for us to learn in one hour. We had lot of fun though. Then spring storm made us move to house.

We divided accommodation in that way, that three girls and one boy had one house, six boys another. We had bigger one and we knew, that our house would become center of social life. So, during storm we gathered in our house and talked. Maybe not everyone talked, but those that wanted to talk talked. I watched two big failures lately, Scream six and Rainfield. I needed to share my impressions and Mike was listening. In my opinion latest Scream was bad movie, but after I watched Rainfield, I put it on middle shelf and Rainfield down. Only explanation I had was, that Usans really got lower and lower IQ, as latest tests showed. Both movies were advertised as horrors and in both almost nobody died from people we got to know. Only mobs were dying plenty. Worse, there was no deep sadness in main characters after death of people. I would said, that Rainfield was made for children from seven to fourteen of age or older people, who wanted to feel as children. And Scream was made for people age eleven to twenty psychically. Mike agreed, that movies lately were done by very strange bunch of people. It wasn’t even about hidden agenda, that they tried to preach as it wasn’t so hidden. It was about stupidity, surface take of reality and absence of deep feelings. But you eat even plants, when there’s absence of meat. We dreamed about better movies, but Hollywood was in decline and we didn’t have taste for Bollywood.

In the evening Coal and Nameless came. They greeted our four added members. Three of them were friends of people from first group and one was rich boy, that paid for learning magic ability. We wanted to talk about our purpose here, which was developing magic abilities to minor completion. Before we had some announcement.

We, first group of observers of Devas supporters, decided to create cultivation organization. We called ourself Cultivation Humanhood of Mountains intersecting Abys, Chomia in short. Nameless, Coal and Mouse were to be treated as Temporary Elders. Nameless noticed, that they gave us money, so they should have more to say, but we were implacable over that. Nameless laughed and said, that he was amused, but wished us luck. He asked, if we had some other ideas about names and PR. We had, our hymn was song of Grubson On top (Na szczycie). That made him drop his jaws down. We laughed at that. Then we talked about small things a little.

Then we went to main bone. Most of us had lightning as one of magic abilities. We wanted to build room or even place outside, when we would use electricity from generators or network to make place more electrically charged. En said, that electricity from plugs and our lightning bit each other. He said, that we should search for material, that could store or take our lightning and that training near such thing would be most beneficial.

For training plasma we wanted to make many fireplaces and put fire in them simultaneously. Forge of smithy would be good to experiment too. Coal said, that we would need to gather wood from nearby forests then. Or they could cut down tree, but we would need to chop it into pieces. We agreed, because we didn’t want to move much and search for wood.

For freezing training we had that house with water in basement. We didn’t have good ideas for friction control or wind sphere. Maybe training on windy side of hill would be enough. Point was, that only Betty, who called herself Dancer, had friction and wind sphere, each of others had either lightning or plasma. Eva, who called herself Annihilator, had both. There was seven lightning users and three plasma users. I counted in four freshmen, that had only one magic ability. Lightning ruled. I had lightning and friction control. Friction control, wind sphere and freezing had two users each.

This time we didn’t try to learn new kinds of magic. We wanted stabilize magic abilities we already had.

Elders spent some time with us after we talked about plans for following day. We had cards and some boards games as we were thinking about integrating ourselves. Alcohol was forbidden. Not totally, because there was one bottle of champagne for celebration, but it wasn’t drinking after being divided for most of us. They needed to go after some time, because they made us anxious after few hours of close presence. We played mafia like games as Blood on the clocktower till late night. At the end we had no brains for it, so we played Forehead (Czółko) with phone application. It was great time. I couldn’t sleep at first, because I had so much emotions inside of me. Sleep came with monotonous sounds of night countryside.

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POV Paladin

It took me lot of time, but I got knowledge, how mafia like organizations worked. I stalked important criminals I knew. I even tortured and used [Will resonance] on them. Then I killed them and had food for my cursed stone. Mafia is stupid system. Bosses are untouchable. Anything they do wrong, any internal struggles between different bosses are resolved by killing minions. One way boss can be killed, is by underboss or someone, who isn’t involved in mafia. Assassins were paid for killing underbosses at max.

Each and every victim I tortured said, that I was replaceable pawn in the end. One boss paid another and I was free to kill. Any more concessions and even my former boss could be tempted to kill me. Bosses cared very much, that another, fresh one wouldn’t be created from criminal society.

I was fed up with all of this nonsense. I wanted to kill my boss and any other I knew. I didn’t want to help prosecute them. I just wanted to put bullets in their heads. Since my by chance meeting with Bear, I had fixation to do something good for all. And all I could do on professional level was killing others.

I found hotel, where my boss stayed. He was on journey on his acres. I watched him and waited. I noted his schedule, his habits, way his helpers guarded him. I worked out plan. I started disposing of his guardians. He knew, that someone was aiming at him, but what could he do. He moved. I went after him. When I lost tracks, I put criminal into my fridge and I got info sooner or later. If one didn’t know, I just put another. My former boss started losing his nerves. I was waiting for that. I knew, that he had some deals with police higher up in that mafia city. My plan started, when he went to that police officer. He couldn’t took most of his bodyguards with him as meeting was near police station. Officer had four policemen guarding local, when they ate and talked inside. Another two was with him. One criminal was with boss, another before building.

I just walked as civilian would do. When I tried to go to restaurant two policemen stopped me. I asked, what was going on and call constitution to my side. I didn’t work. So I attacked them, knocking them out fastest I could. Criminal from the car tried to react, but was shot in the face. I went in. I found place, where I could see their escape route. I threw little explosive over the bar. It created much loud noise and smoke with little fire. It was enough for officer and boss to move. Their escape plan had one big hole. It was that hole, that my bullet made in head of my former boss. Then I joined crowd, that was running out of restaurant. Someone shot me in the back, but I was almost out, so I didn’t even turn back. There were policemen, firemen and medics outside. I went for medics and they pull me through police line. I ran moment later.

In my hotel room, I saw, that bullet was in my back in area of my heart. If I was normal human, bullet should pierce my heart, but it didn’t. I pulled it out.

I knew police or mafia would find me eventually, but all I would kill till that moment would stay dead forever. I had nothing better to do. I would buy myself dog, but I was afraid, that it would die because of me. I bought plant, little living flower, and I took it we me where I could.

Now, that I had one boss of my head I needed another. Then I would said, that I had my quota and tried to go back to normal live. I had fridges full of feeder, that would last for months.

POV Lily

I got long message from Vivaldi. He wrote, that he was under military supervision, that looked like prison almost. That they were pushing him to get info about bio-stones. He needed help and he was ready to pay for it. If we left him alone there, he would collapse and sell some info after some time. I should answer him in a way, that if military wrote my message, they couldn’t understand much.

Me, Huntress, Oldman, Hail and Asmo discuss our options. Sith couldn’t came as he had some crucial moment. We didn’t bothered others. We should help Vivaldi. We needed to wait till Oldman would have his bio-stone within his hands. We stalled.

I wrote to Vivaldi, that I wanted to come celebrate his birthday, but around that time I needed to check my business. After that I would need to plan, how to left them without much of loss. I asked, if he would be mad, if I would be late two or three weeks. If he couldn’t understand me, than we couldn’t help him.

Huntress had sensory radar ability, rest of us had lightning, plasma ball, sonic boom combination. Oldman had only lightning ability on usable level. That was from major abilities, but we didn’t think freezing could be important. Huntress wanted to do that mission without much help of other experienced Devas. She asked us, if we would agree with her. We did, only Asmo wasn’t sure, if that was good idea.

We got maps. Oldman helped us with knowledge about military forces. We met almost each evening during first week and brainstormed ideas. Asmo had brilliant idea to hire people from ecology movement and make protest near Vivaldi’s house. We would take him and bio-stone. Rest could be easily resolved if we would ride to Dark River city. Parking at Castorama or another parking under roof by shopping center would be enough to transfer bio-stone. Vivaldi would be able to take care of himself or we would provide him some shelter. We had planned every step, even bought flat in Dark River city. I felt a little as spy from Oh oh seven series. Noel said, that I shouldn’t put my heart into that mission too much. I promised, I would take him with me, but I couldn’t share our plan with him for that moment.

Real difficult question was, what to do with Vivaldi. Oldman was sure, that if Vivaldi left area of living, he would became fugitive, wanted by law. Police had enough circumstance proofs to ask for his arrest. We also couldn’t control Vivaldi and we didn’t know, what he wanted to do after runaway.

From Oldman point of view, there were two solutions. One, Vivaldi would hide himself in deepest hole he could find and stayed there for long time. Two, Vivaldi would make some deal with generals. Perhaps he should promised, that he would provide medicine for at least year. If that way he could avoid being on wanted poster, it would be to his benefits. We needed to contact him.

Hail and Huntress went in Vivaldi’s area of hunting. They hid two mobile phones in different places. I sent him late wishes for Easter. Rabbit hide egg full of hope and love at ruined mill, where two streams meet at big stone. When you look around willows are dancing. Look under mill stone and you will feel hugged. Best of luck with Easter and see you later. Sorry for late wishes.

I knew, it was awkward. I thought, that it was quite cute too. We were waiting, if he was able to find phone before some random tourist would. He had number to call inside. PIN was on the phone.