Who: Storm Cloud
When: Saturday night
Where: Somewhere other than the school
Storm Cloud:
The landscape below him sped by. He was traveling in costume, And below radar range. He wanted to avoid being picked up as a fast-moving object on a radar, and make someone think there was a missile traveling over Texas at 500 MPH. It was one of the benefits of his education over the past 4 years... He knew that the closer one stayed to the ground, the harder it was for radar to detect him. One would occasionally have to worry about buildings or trees, but where Ray was heading that wasn't exactly a worry. The moon was bright enough that he could see the ground details very well. He could tell he was about 100 feet above the ground, and that for as far as he could see there was nothing but desert as far as he could see.
His close-to school loops and acrobatics were one thing... To actually get to fly somewhere... It was an almost intoxicating feeling. It was addicting. To have this freedom at his fingertips at all times, and have to restrain himself to walk most places... He doubted anyone at the school would really understand how much joy there was in simply Lifting off, and directing himself where he wanted to go. And to live near this much desert, it gave him the perfect place to go to enjoy himself...
That thought caused him to bring his flight to a stop... he turned himself in the air, and looked back in the general direction he'd come from. It just reminded him just how different he was from almost everyone at the school, except for maybe Nadia. Both of them had been living with the entire Super lifestyle for a while. Ray had been educated by some of the most notable examples of the Heroic Community. His life had been threatened due to his connection to same community. He had been hostage... he had been savior. He realized just how little emphasis over the pst few years had been on him having a 'Normal' life... normal friendships, relationships... His first instinct, with most of the students, was to size up their abilities, and begin thinking how they could apply strategically And how it could apply to a mission scenario... Instead of their personal likes and dislikes. Them as People. His choice for this weekend? It wasn't to go home... it wasn't to spend time with other students... it was to go off by himself, to fly. Freedom city wasn't even a glimmer on the horizon by now. Fortunately, his GPS had a backlit screen, so finding his way back wouldn't be an issue. He lowered himself down to the ground slowly... tucking his GPS into the protected pouch on his belt. He was here... Might as well do what he came here for.
His Lightning rods were soon in his hands... and the desert illuminated by the glow from the tubing on his uniform. Lightning flew from the ends of the metal rods at targets, real or imagined. He went through the stick forms he knew, and then abandoned the forms altogether, as he had been trained to. The worst thing for someone in his planned profession to be was 'predictable'. So he had to keep himself from depending too much on a set pattern. Without asking for constant trips to the Crash Course, This was His only time to really cut loose with his lightning powers. Wind was one thing. It was invisible. It could be swirled around, and aside from kicking dust and leaves into the air and a very common howling sound, it left no trace. Flashes of lightning carried noise. They carried bright flashes of light. And they carried risks. Risks he didn't feel comfortable taking around other people. Here, though... It was just him and the desert creatures.
Summary: Ray takes a flight away from the school, has a bit of a personal moment, then resumes what he came there for: Power training
Tag: None, really, unless you have a good way, and a good reason for following him.
OOC: Just a post that came to mind. I liked it Who: Storm Cloud
When: Saturday night
Where: Out in the desert
Storm Cloud:
Ray took a deep breath... His suit still crackled with bright electricity. But he had stopped target practice. Now, however, he was working with one of his other, peripheral powers. It was what suggested to him his wind-powers in the first place, yet it was one of the powers that was hardest to develop. The breeze swirled around him, electricity arced off of him from conduit tubing. The reason Ray had all his powers keyed up was simple... It was through hard concentration that he had first discovered this power.
What he was trying to do was focus and refine his wind-sense. It was this power that allowed him to tap into the air around him and control it with the degree of finesse he had. It allowed his powers to operate much more efficiently, by telling him where the wind was already going. This allowed him to work with it, rather than against it. However, what he was doing now was working on something else. It wasn't the wind he was focusing on so much as the way it moved around things.
In essence, he was forcing the wind down over the ground, as tight as he could. He had his eyes screwed as tightly shut as he could. Then came the moment of truth... In total blackness, he took a cautious step. His purpose in choosing a rough, rocky area for training was to create a virtual minefield of obstacles to his path. Ray was trying to use his powers to craft a mental map of his area. His frequent stumbles over the earth indicated the current level of detail he was capable of perceiving. It was an application of his powers that hadn't been suggested by the league. Very seldom did they think of amplifying a sixth perceptive sense. But Ray had always thought of the possibility of being deprived of sight. It was Ray's mentality of trying to prepare for everything that drove him to work on this power... but with a growl of frustration, he acknowledged one thing.
He had a lot to learn.
Summary: Ray continues training
Tag: None, really
