Post by Mocci on Aug 12, 2019 3:00:25 GMT -6
“- In lighter news, a new study suggests that carrots might be as nutritious of a superfood as kayle, and not just another fad. Research conducted by a class in Satan City University show-” A small tv played a late-night news channel up in the corner of a brightly lit cafe. Inside, there were few last-minute patrons, one of which was Mocci.
Mocci gingerly sipped from a steaming, paper cup as she leaned back into her chair. For the last few hours, she had spent her time simply relaxing in the warmth of one of her usual cafes. It seemed like just about every city had someplace that served coffee, and in every city, Mocci had a favorite place to get it from. There was something almost magically comforting about these kinds of places to her. It seemed like no matter what happened, she could always come here and just lay back for a bit, have a drink, and feel better afterward. Today was one of those days.
It seemed like as time went on, she kept having more and more of these episodes. Episodes where that empty feeling she had over a year ago would resurface. She managed to push it off for a while but she never managed to properly solve it. All she managed to do was snap herself out of her own cycle of living on auto-pilot, but then she didn’t do anything with it. What did she want to do with her life? Kind of a broad question, so maybe she should narrow it down a bit. What did she want to do now? Her initial thought was to try and do something with all of this power and strength she had. She could lift cars over her head, shrug off gunfire, survive a head-on collision with a bus of all things.
The girl looked down at the cup in her hands as it’d warm her palms, her lips curling into a frown as she continued her train of thought. When her little sister found out she could do all of that and more, she thought she was a superhero or something. But the second Mocci learned how to sense other people’s energy is when she learned how truly small she was. There were so many spikes of energy coming from around the world that were so much stronger than her. People that she couldn’t dream of matching up to. It felt like there was almost no point in doing anything proactive with her power. Those people either already had a hold on it, or were causing the trouble that struck around Earth. Maybe she could go into construction…? No, that wouldn’t even work. They already had androids that were either re-purposed or mass-produced for that kind of labor.
Mocci let out a soft sight as she set her drink down on the small table just in front of her. She clearly wanted to do something that involved all of this power she had, but every time she thought about how to use it, she just came to the conclusion that she just didn’t have enough! It was downright frustrating. The girl leaned forward slightly, using a single hand to prop her head up as she gazed out of the cafe window. At least the nights were beautiful, she thought to herself. Just like coffee shops, there was something that drew her to the aesthetic of the city. Maybe it was something about streetlamp-lit streets accompanied by the occasional passing car, or maybe it was even just an appreciation of restoring something that had been taken away from them. She didn’t know exactly, all she knew was that she loved it, and as much as she wanted to leave everything behind sometimes, she could never truly abandon anything and everything. No matter what she liked to think.
She tore her gaze away from the window and looked down at a watch around her wrist. It was a silly looking, bright pink, plastic watch. The sides and the band having been covered with glitter and stickers. Mocci gave a gentle smile at the sight of it. Well, it was getting late, she thought. She stood from her seat and gently pushed in her chair. She looked back over her shoulder and wished the cashier a “Have a good night!” before leaving through the front door. Her exit would be accompanied by the small chime of as the door pulled its string upon opening before then slowly closing behind her.
Mocci looked back down at her watch to double-check the time. Her eyes looked up as she went into thought for just a moment. Yeah, the bus still ran at this time. She wouldn’t have to fly home after all. It wasn’t that she couldn’t, but riding a practically empty bus at night as it drove through the city was something else she loved. The girl sat at the bench of the bus stop, occasionally looking back at her watch as she patiently waited for her ride to come. It was usually late, but that was about the only reliable thing about public transportation in this city.
Mocci gingerly sipped from a steaming, paper cup as she leaned back into her chair. For the last few hours, she had spent her time simply relaxing in the warmth of one of her usual cafes. It seemed like just about every city had someplace that served coffee, and in every city, Mocci had a favorite place to get it from. There was something almost magically comforting about these kinds of places to her. It seemed like no matter what happened, she could always come here and just lay back for a bit, have a drink, and feel better afterward. Today was one of those days.
It seemed like as time went on, she kept having more and more of these episodes. Episodes where that empty feeling she had over a year ago would resurface. She managed to push it off for a while but she never managed to properly solve it. All she managed to do was snap herself out of her own cycle of living on auto-pilot, but then she didn’t do anything with it. What did she want to do with her life? Kind of a broad question, so maybe she should narrow it down a bit. What did she want to do now? Her initial thought was to try and do something with all of this power and strength she had. She could lift cars over her head, shrug off gunfire, survive a head-on collision with a bus of all things.
The girl looked down at the cup in her hands as it’d warm her palms, her lips curling into a frown as she continued her train of thought. When her little sister found out she could do all of that and more, she thought she was a superhero or something. But the second Mocci learned how to sense other people’s energy is when she learned how truly small she was. There were so many spikes of energy coming from around the world that were so much stronger than her. People that she couldn’t dream of matching up to. It felt like there was almost no point in doing anything proactive with her power. Those people either already had a hold on it, or were causing the trouble that struck around Earth. Maybe she could go into construction…? No, that wouldn’t even work. They already had androids that were either re-purposed or mass-produced for that kind of labor.
Mocci let out a soft sight as she set her drink down on the small table just in front of her. She clearly wanted to do something that involved all of this power she had, but every time she thought about how to use it, she just came to the conclusion that she just didn’t have enough! It was downright frustrating. The girl leaned forward slightly, using a single hand to prop her head up as she gazed out of the cafe window. At least the nights were beautiful, she thought to herself. Just like coffee shops, there was something that drew her to the aesthetic of the city. Maybe it was something about streetlamp-lit streets accompanied by the occasional passing car, or maybe it was even just an appreciation of restoring something that had been taken away from them. She didn’t know exactly, all she knew was that she loved it, and as much as she wanted to leave everything behind sometimes, she could never truly abandon anything and everything. No matter what she liked to think.
She tore her gaze away from the window and looked down at a watch around her wrist. It was a silly looking, bright pink, plastic watch. The sides and the band having been covered with glitter and stickers. Mocci gave a gentle smile at the sight of it. Well, it was getting late, she thought. She stood from her seat and gently pushed in her chair. She looked back over her shoulder and wished the cashier a “Have a good night!” before leaving through the front door. Her exit would be accompanied by the small chime of as the door pulled its string upon opening before then slowly closing behind her.
Mocci looked back down at her watch to double-check the time. Her eyes looked up as she went into thought for just a moment. Yeah, the bus still ran at this time. She wouldn’t have to fly home after all. It wasn’t that she couldn’t, but riding a practically empty bus at night as it drove through the city was something else she loved. The girl sat at the bench of the bus stop, occasionally looking back at her watch as she patiently waited for her ride to come. It was usually late, but that was about the only reliable thing about public transportation in this city.
