Post by Tarch on Dec 5, 2018 16:51:29 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 80,000. Energy Setting: 40,000
Since learning how to fly Tarch soared nonstop around the world any chance he got. Granted that time wasn’t often with the amount of school work he had to catch up on. To make matters worse both sets of parents were pushing that he got his work done before anything. Unfortunately, a months worth of homework isn’t feasible for one child to do in a night so they would help him set daily goals for him to do before he could do something else. Naturally, this built up an immense amount of stress for the boy. So his grandfather suggested he go use his newfound method of transportation to go somewhere new, try and clear his head.
Now here he was in a town somehow more agricultural than his hometown. The south was known for its tropics but his part was in the middle of nowhere. As such Tarch saw many farms, but also a few tourists traps closer to the city. Ginger Town was so backwater it made Paozu look like it was bustling. Luckily this suited him just fine as it gave him the perfect opportunity to just close his eyes and relax. As Tarch’s lids drifted shut he could hear the soft wisping of trees blowing in the wind, the sound of water flowing in a nearby stream. It was all serene, but there was one problem.
Tarch’s eyes popped open as soon as he realized he couldn’t feel any of it. He gave the surrounding area a concerned look. With the town just beside him, the teen should have at least sensed the people. But there was nothing. Not a single spark of energy was registering. "Ok but why not?" he questioned aloud. He then spied a boy about his age walking back towards the town. Tarch squinted his eyes at him. He could sense his life energy, but nothing else. No emotions, no indications of any power. Come to think of it he couldn’t even feel his own mother’s power level. Tarch frantically ran over to small town, scrutinizing random people to try and get his senses straight. Nothing. “Why not?” he repeated frantically. It was as if he was internally blind folded, no real idea what was there but knowing there was something. The farmers, the shop owners, delivery workers, none of them appeared more than just small blobs of life. “Why can't I sense anything!” he shouted panicked. Many heads now turned to see why this random boy was screaming. This was not good. In matters of strength, Tarch had many people to call upon, but he only knew one other person who could sense things as well as he could and she was still missing.
Hope this is ok for an opener, been a while since I had a starter like this