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Part 2!

Part 2!

Part 2!

Part 2 🥺🙏

Tell me when it's done please

[Poem]

Get down from there!

They shout and stare

As I stand on this rooftop

Without a care

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Like a phoenix

Ready to soar

Grasping for power

A want to do more

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People have done crazier things

To attain the greatness I seek

But with ground approaching fast

I wish I wasn't so wea-- >!SPLAT!<

Where part 3

The Nanoha approach to friendship.

The internal struggle of spiritual belief:

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Take care of your divinity

It allows you to spread light

Salting the earth with

Grains of unearned positivity

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Winds whispering the words

Corralling the masses to herd

While they hang on every word

It all seems so absurd

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Holy water blinding their vision

Wrath filled, dreaming of desire

Be careful if you disagree with them

Or you’ll burn in hell, in fire.

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The colors on the TV screen blurred and then went away altogether. The hi tech computer that took up a whole wall of the cave was suddenly flashing alarms with a blue screen of death popping up. The villain, Dr Dread, sighed.

"I see we have company." He said this with the resignation of a man who had done this too many times before.

I knew he knew I was there. I wasn't able to hide my presence. My own electromagnetic field wreeked havoc on any machinery in a 10 mile radius. I sighed too.

"Come on out Magneta." Dr Dread's voice echoed off the walls of the chamber. I smiled and moved a few feet to my left, pretending to be a happy hero.

"I don't know why you keep trying to do this. You know I show up every time, and every time you fail." A few henchmen started my way. They had already dropped their guns, as my electromagnetic field made their bullets useless against me.

I punched the first one in the face. He was new. Well, new enough that I didn't recognize him. The other sat down and put his hands behind his head. "Bob." I said with a nod. "How's the family?"

"They're doing fine ma'am. Can't complain." He nearly smiled.

"I keep hoping," Dr Dread said as he sat down as well, assuming the same position, "that you'll be out of state when I try to pull one of these jobs. You're seriously cutting into my bottom line." His face twisted.

We had done this dance a thousand times.

I whistled and a hawk came flying to my arm. I had to send messages this way. I had no other choice. It flew, swift as an arrow, toward the police station.

"You boys will understand if I tie you up real quick. I have other things to do today." They nodded, showing no resistance.

Once upon a time I had been normal. Or at least some version of it. Once upon a time, Dr Dread had actually tried to fight back. I didn't have super strength, just regular training with several of the other supers in the world. It made me fit and decent at fighting.

I walked away, sure that I didn't have anything to worry about. The hawk was fast, and the police would be there to collect the bad guys in a few minutes. I didn't like being there for that, as my presence also messed up their radios and guns. Not really helpful.

My apartment was empty except for a small couch, and a bed in the other room. I didn't have a TV. There wasn't much point. I had books, which was about the only semi-modern technology I could use. No cell phone, no house phone, no radio, no nothing. I couldn't even use a car.

I huffed and walked to the book shelf, pulling off a worn book I'd already read a dozen times. As I did so, I happened to look out the window. The two moons rising above the horizon made me sigh again.

I missed my own world. I missed my single moon. In my head, I damned for the millionth time the day I had went to work at the station housing the particle collider that had sent me to this world. So familiar, and yet so different from my own.

This was really good! I liked the descriptions.

I think it would be better to use something like "heartless heat" than "flightless heat" unless you specifically wanted to highlight darkness.

Also, I think you should capitalize only the beginnings of sentences, not lines.

Awww… Now, I want Shadow dead what kind of hero name even is Shadow? That’s a villain’s name certainly.

I like it, got me invested; too bad you can’t always have happy endings.

I traveled over seven seas

with the storm crashing against me,

and over seven continents

with the mountains obstructing my path.

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I needed to see,

what was at the end?

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I traveled flying with the birds

while the gale drove me away,

and finally reached my destination

after three lifetimes.

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In the fourth lifetime,

I found a hellscape.

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The raging fire charred the soil

and turned the air scorching.

and made the water boil.

Nothing was safe.

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But when I looked closer,

I saw something.

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The soil was fertilized.

The stream was now a hot spring.

The steam purified you.

The fire blazed on.

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Fire can destroy,

but the elements are harmonious.

There I am held hostage as the villain who captured me sits down spins three times, pulls out some pepper and sneezes. “Ha, I now have super strength!”

The hero pulls out and opens a carton of milk, pours some out, and cries over it “but it’s no match for my heat vision!”

The villain picks up some litter and shoves it in his pocket, while placing a quarter on the ground where it was “cold breath!”

The hero breaks into a dance, twirling and singing badly, and the villain says “oh no you don’t!” And pulls out a spoon and bangs it on his head three times while the hero throws a banana peel on the ground and proceeded to slip on it, then the villain does a head stand and clucks like a chicken. About this time, I work the bonds loose, as the hero puts on a blindfold and the villain puts in some ear plugs, I leave because those two are obviously busy countering whatever the other one is about to do. I’m just glad my shrinking power is activated by being bound and staying still. I don’t know how small I can shrink, as after a few minutes, I’m small enough that I am no longer bound, but maybe only shrink 10%.

Looking over my shoulder, I am glad I don’t have any of their powers. I now know why super villains and super heroes alike wear masks. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself showing my face either if I had to do, what looks like the Robot dance while wearing a monkey mask as a hat? I wonder what that is for, then realize, I just want to get out of here, and continue on my way.

The hero will notice I’m gone, right?

That was great, the team rocket reference, the government agreement, he villain infighting. Love it.

"My name is Joseph Joestar and my ability activates when I punch a camera!"

"How'd you figure that one out?"

"Trial and error!"

Love the idea of being a Luddite as a power.

Love it, and love the twist you put on the abilities.

"Hiya! Waaaaa! Ha! Ha! Tatatatataataatataaaaaa! Waaaaa! Hu! Aaaaah twaaaa!"

click

I immediately turned my head upon hearing the cocking of a gun. The Team Rob-It goon before me stood with shaking knees aiming it at my head. There were a lot of them and I had apparently too slow to kick his butt in time. He looked very scared. I dropped my Lazy Mantis stance and cautiously raised my arms Infront of me.

"Woooooah buddy, let's not do that. You must be new. Just let me kick your butt and we can call it a day."

Soon other voices sounded off from the Team Rob-It goons I had already beaten up. Some held their backs while other held their heads. All of them slowly walked towards their ally holding the gun.

"Eyyyy Carlos, Carlos, hey man you don't want to do that."

"Carlos, hey buddy, put the gun down."

"Carlos! Do not pull that trigger!"

Team Rob-It goon Carlos looked at his co-workers incredulously.

"Stay back all of you! What is wrong with you guys! He's beating us senseless, why not just shoot him?"

"Carlos, you need to think about this. His name is Backfire for a reason. Do you see flames coming out of his back?"

"N-no."

"Then what other reason could there be for him to be named Backfire?"

Team Rob-It goon Carlos seemed to slowly be piecing the details together. We were all interrupted by the roof of the vault we were in exploding open as the villain, Darth Pyrus, levitated down in all his flaming magnificence. He slowly waved a hand containing a charged fire ball across the goons and I.

"Ahaha! You team Rob-It fools shall leave empty handed or dead for I, Darth Pyrus, shall be the one taking this fortune!"

As his hand waved over me, the fireball in it prematurely exploded and sent him flying backwards into a wall. He was quick to recover and quickly flew back near the top of the room. He bore at first an expression of confusion before realization crossed his face.

"What th-? Oh snap, is Backfire down there somewhere!?" He asked as he squinted his eyes and scanned the area until finally finding me. "Ah crud, he is. I thought today was Tuesday, is it really the second Wednesday of the month already!?"

I stepped forward with my hand on my hips and pointed at him. "Yup! Wednesday baby! Contract says I'm allowed to do superhero business every 2nd Wednesday without lash back or interference from the government! You want some of this!?"

Darth Pyrus' expression changed to that of indifference.

"Nope." He said as he flew back through the roof. Before I was able to resume my butt kicking, Darth Pyrus reached his arm back through the gaping hole he had left out of and shot a heatray from his fingertip that proceeded to melt the weapon that Team Rob-It goon Carlos held. His voice projected itself through the hole towards Carlos.

"Trust me! Did you a favor!"

The key thing in my opinion is that the ritual doesn't matter, as long as you believe that it will have the required effect.

This then leads to every chaos magician having wildly different rituals for exactly the same spell.

Pretty cool! I'm liking it!

Exactly the vibe I was hoping for, thanks for the great response.

Shaking my head, empathy is so easy.

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