Post by Loner。 on Jul 29, 2017 16:16:13 GMT
❖ MALIK YOUNG
Two rings. They were simple and unobtrusive, almost ordinary in appearance. It was hard to believe that this was all it took to fix the problem a supernatural doctor had pointed out, soon after having arrived at this place. The rings wicked away excess power. There was no mark on them to show how they worked, but they certainly worked well, taking any energy above a predetermined point whether he wanted them to or not. Before, trying to store that excess power had been putting the young man at risk for really harming himself. The doctor called it Power Suppression Syndrome; when a supernatural in attempt to hide their powers, pushes that energy into unhealthy places within the body to the point where it puts unnecessary stress on internal organs and mental processes, and could cause permanent damage. Out of desperation he'd been doing that while in sanctuary. Out of fear of being too strong and hurting others, and simply possessing too much energy to handle he'd been doing that here as well.
The wearer pushed the rings around a bit. They were loose but did not slide past the first joint on the two fingers he wore them on unless he pushed them further. With this, he might be able to finally make some progress on figuring out a healthy way to learn about what he was capable of. With this he could store what energy the rings failed to drain, and try and figure out how he could safely handle more without being overrun by an eventual flood of celestial power. Right now he was manifesting himself human as he preferred but the stress and strain that came from feeling like a dam about to break was gone. He hadn't felt this normal in a long time, and yet the energy had room to move. He didn't need to stuff it in the deepest darkest place in his core to keep it hidden. He could feel it, flowing mildly through every inch of his being, augmenting his physical capabilities and waiting to respond to the closest need. It didn't feel nearly as much like a monster now as it had once. As long as the rings continued to take away a sufficient amount he'd be fine.
He wondered when that man could come back, the one who had given him these rings. It might be apt to call the man sir talkalot, but that man had somehow earned the half human's trust by being available at the right time, and by being able to understand. The prospect of having someone who was more experienced and who possessed more power than he help him out was starting to be exciting. He was looking forward to the chance at further self-comprehension and growth.
He wondered what he'd do until then. Eden had been welcoming enough, generously giving him a place to lay low for a while, but otherwise had not told him much. He expected he'd have to earn his keep but how? No one had told him much of anything yet. He didn't even know who was in charge.
Well no need to keep himself awake any longer. With the drain on his generated energy came the return of the need to get more sleep, and enough peace of mind to let himself rest. He expected, if they actually told him anything, that he'd be busy tomorrow. Staying up wondering wouldn't actually make a difference though.
For the first time in a long time, he let himself sink to a worry free rest.
