Greg Veder vs The World

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Meditation was weird.

No, really.

It was.

Aside from the fact that time seemed to pass much faster while he was 'in a trance', so to speak, it also seemed to do something weird to his emotions.

Similar to Gamer's Mind, it calmed his thoughts and almost forced him to dwell on himself, allowing him to not only think about the energies in his body worked but also how his own mind functioned. In a broader sense, at least.

He didn't like it.

Not one bit.

That sort of introspection wasn't his thing and it made him feel all uncomfortable. A little self-reflection never hurt anyone but that didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

You have gained 1 WIS.

You have gained 1 INT.

Mana Awareness Lvl Up!

5→6

Willpower Awareness Lvl Up!

4→5

Meditation Level Up!

8→9

Well, he did enjoy that.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Blue eyes snapped open, Greg leaping to his feet in an instant as an alarm went off by his head. His chest was heaving, not from exhaustion or any real exertion, but simply because of the sudden shock, his adrenaline already rushing through his body.

His eyes shot from side to side, landing on his computer chair just a meter away where Sparky sat, a bowl of ice cream in his friend's grip and a spoon in his mouth. "Yo," was the muffled greeting he received.

Shoulders slumping, Greg let out a sigh. "Is that my…"

Sparky smirked as he removed the spoon from his mouth, the plastic utensil licked clean. "Yeah."

Another reason he hated meditating was how it made him feel for a few minutes after. Apparently, being in tune with your mind and body meant that he was a lot more... more after a round of meditation. His skin felt warmer, his heart seemed to beat like a rabbit's and his senses…

Well, his senses were on overdrive. All of them seemed to be at their peak for the ten minute period after his meditation, each one clamoring for his attention like a neglected child. That included his sense of hearing, touch, taste, sight… smell.

Greg sighed again, his nostrils flaring as the scent of vanilla hit him. "That's my vanilla ice cream…" Tilting his head, he took another sniff of the air, wrinkling his nose slightly as he did so. "...with sea salt."

"And real Madagascar vanilla, I know. I read the label too." Sparky rolled his eyes. "I said 'yeah', didn't I?"

"You know what?" Greg shook his head as his friend continued to eat his ice cream, uncaring of Greg's reaction. In his opinion, it was really a testament to their closeness that he wasn't dropkicking Sparky right now. That ice cream was expensive, considering it was made from imported ingredients, after all.

To be fair, Greg didn't spend a dime on it himself. Something like that would be an insane luxury and an allowance can only go so far. Still, the basement fridge full of the stuff had been a gift from his godfather and Greg had a tendency to guard it selfishly. "I'll just let it go."

"You do that." His friend glanced up from the bowl, staring at Greg from underneath brown bangs. "Sea salt and vanilla? Mmm. That's some Caucasian shit if I ever heard it but this is delish, so..." His words trailed off as he ate another spoon of ice cream.

Sighing, the blond cast a glance to his bedside table, his alarm clock already silent.

4:20

"I was under for the whole hour and a half?" Greg asked aloud, more to himself than Sparky. A slight frown accompanied the words, Greg struggling to understand exactly how he felt about that. He was aware that time seemed to pass faster when he was under but… That's a little much.

"Yep," Sparky answered through a mouthful of ice cream. "Honestly thought you fell asleep after a bit."

"Huh," Greg pulled a face, shrugging slightly. "Doesn't matter, I guess. Meditation is still super helpful." His hands crossed across his torso, grabbed the bottom of his shirt and Greg pulled it up over his head, tossing the black 'Level Up!' shirt onto his bed without even looking at it. "Think I figured something out, by the way."

'Hmm." Sparky's gaze lingered on Greg's chest for a scant moment, quickly glancing up at his face as he pulled the spoon from his mouth again. "Is it how to take off a shirt like a boy?"

"What?" Greg's head tilted, giving Sparky a curious look as he tried to parse the odd question.

"Nah, it's… heh." His friend's lip quirked, taking another spoon of ice cream as he shook his head. "Nothing. Continue."

"Oookay." Greg turned to fully face his friend, his forearms bent at a ninety-degree angle. "So, I was thinking about what you said last week…" At Sparky's curious look, Greg tried to elaborate. "Y'know, about trying to get a work-around to aerokinesis?"

"Maybe, I might have said a passing sentence about something like that…" The long-haired teen nodded, placing the empty bowl next to Greg's desktop. "Yeah?"

"So, I was kinda thinking about it while I was meditating." Greg frowned slightly at that. "Well, I didn't mean to think about it but the thought came into my head and my brain kinda went with it but…" he clicked his tongue, casting a glance at his forearms, "I think I know what to do."

Without even giving Sparky a chance to speak, blue wisps of light began to flare from Greg's body, his torso surrounded by a far denser aura than the rest of his body. "See, I was being stupid. I thought…" he paused, narrowing his eyes as he clenched his fists tightly, "...I thought that all I had to do was push the air around, y'know?"

Sparky watched, eyes widening as air began to flutter around Greg's upper body, wind visible as it buffeted his hair upwards.

"All I was doing was pushing the air out of my hands out of my body and trying to move it. I could do that and it could work but it'd be way harder. It'd take so much more time, y'know?" Greg shook his head, speaking more to himself than Sparky at this point. "The skill says I can exert the force of air in an area of around five meters around me. Obviously, I'm not actually controlling the air."

"Obviously?" The mixed teen raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously," Greg said with a grin. "What I'm doing is controlling my mana to control the air so if there's none of my mana in the air," He closed his eyes, the wind in his room picking up as his body began to let off torrents of air, similar to a large fan, "there's nothing for me to control. But now, just like that," his hands rose to his chest and the wind picked up, sending a quick gale throughout the entire room, forcing Sparky to blink.

Basic Aerokinesis Skill Unlocked

Minor Aerokinesis → Basic Aerokinesis

Basic Aerokinesis Lv 1

"Winds, guard me!"

Exert the force of your air control over a range of 7.5 meters. (80 mph)

Cost: 10 mp per second of sustained use

"I'm an airbender!"

Laughing, Greg brought his palms closer to one another, rotating his hands as a funnel seemed to form around his hands, his face lighting up with glee as the air within his grasp became denser, almost visible the longer he held it. "And the best part is… listen to this," the blond cackled, "since I'm not using the full force, I use like a fraction of the mana but I can control it so much better. Ha!"

Greg's face broke out into a manic grin, his hair flying upwards like some demented mad scientist. "You see this, Sparky? This is so awesome!"

His friend didn't reply for a few seconds, simply staring wide-eyed as Greg kicked up a wind around his room, his eyes lacking the raw excitement of Greg's.

"Y… you ever think you might be doing too much?" Sparky's question came out of nowhere, cutting off the flow of conversation with just those few words.

"Huh?" Greg opened his eyes to glance at his friend, letting the blue glow of mana fade from his upper body along with the strong breeze he was kicking up as he dropped his hands back to his sides. "What do you mean, Sparks?"

"Like, your powers. You think... Ugh, how do I put this?" Sparky clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he did so. "Everyone knows capes are a little… off, you know?"

Greg shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." For the most part, that was pretty much a given when it came to capes. They were a little weird, almost every cape having idiosyncrasies that were only made more obvious due to how outlandish costumed heroes were in practice. "Why?"

"Well," the long-haired teen tilted his head with a sigh. "Think about it, brah. You've been acting a bit more… you than usual lately."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not exactly but," he paused, glancing up at Greg, "like, you're a lot for a person, if you know what I mean… no homo."

"No homo." Greg nodded in agreement.

"And lately," Sparky continued with a heavy sigh, "you've been getting cocky, brah. Like, very cocky."

"I mean, why not be cocky?" Greg grinned, poking himself in the chest with a thumb. "I'm awesome! I got powers, Sparks! Like, I literally have magic!"

"Yeah, that…" Sparky gave a visible wince at the word "magic" but shook his head and soldiered on. "I'm not going to say what I think about… that whole situation but I feel like you're letting the idea of this being a game, I dunno, get to your head a little, brah."

Mumbling incoherently, Greg gave Sparky a noncommittal shrug. "I mean… I don't think so."

"You don't really think all that often, though, do you?" Sparky raised both eyebrows for a moment before dropping them as he shook his head. "Brah, I'm not saying you're dumb or nothing. You're straight-up smarter than me. Always have been in everything except math."

Greg nodded at that point, raising a hand to his chin. He did hate doing math, although it was getting a heck of a lot easier the past few days. Maybe I should try and grind INT or something. What can I do? Fix a car or something? I'll find out.

"But, brah," his friend continued, "you really don't use your head. Like," the mixed teen paused, licking his lips, "you beat up Shadow Stalker and you just brushed it off like a joke."

"Technically," Greg raised a finger, sucking in a breath as he did so, "I did try to settle it with words. She just wasn't having it. Sucks for her, right?"

"Really, brah?" Sparky narrowed his eyes. "Was that because you didn't want to fight her or because the quest gave you the option?"

"...mmm." Greg opened his mouth, before closing it with an audible 'click' of his teeth. "...little of both, really," he replied with a nervous smile. "What's wrong with that?"

"...Mal." The single syllable fell from Sparky's lips after a long moment of silence.

"Huh?"

"You got a quest to fight Mal, too. Didn't you?"

"...yeah."

"So, would you have done what you did without the quest?"

"I…" Greg blinked, opening his mouth again and leaving it like that. He wasn't sure he wanted to answer that question, to be honest. Hell, he wasn't sure he wanted there to be an answer to that question. "Does it even matter?"

"Yeah, it matters," Sparky said, staring at Greg disbelievingly. "You told me about these quests and you honestly don't think they're fucking with your head, brah?"

"You sure about that?" Greg frowned. "I mean, if we were talking about Gamer's Mind, I'd get it but…"

"G, forget about Gamer's Mind for a f-" He bit back a curse, licking his lips as he tried to get his thoughts in order. "Your unconscious is what's giving you these quests, I'm guessing. You're letting your unconscious thoughts change your behavior and puppet you around. You don't see anything wrong with that?"

"Y'know what?" Greg walked over to his closet, turning his back on Sparky as he pulled out a new shirt. Slipping the "Be Excellent to Each Other" shirt on quickly, he gave his friend a glance over his shoulder. "You're absolutely right, best buddy."

"Buddy?" Sparky's expression fell, his head shaking slightly.

"Yepparoo."

"Dude, I get that you don't wanna talk but you don't gotta use that weird old-people speak you do when you're nervous," Sparky dropped his gaze. "It's just weird."

"I do wanna talk but... let's pencil this for later. Right now, we're going shopping," Greg stretched out the last word with a slightly forced grin, pulling on a jacket as he spoke. "And don't worry, I'm paying."

"You're seriously gonna just ignore everything I just said?" Sparky blinked as he watched Greg flit around the room, throwing on clothes as he prepared to head out. "Seriously…"

"I promise I'll meditate on it." Greg lifted his head from tying his shoes to wink at his friend. "How about that?"

"You're… proving my point right now, you know that, right?."

"I mean," The blond shrugged. "I guess but can we talk about this later? This is crunch time."

"Crunch time," Sparky echoed, his eyelids falling as he gave his friend a blank stare. It wasn't a question and they both knew it.

"Yeaaaah,' Greg said with a snort. "I'm heading down to Warren's Hardware first then Joe's Pawn Shop, then Jock's Sporting Emporium. We got a whole shopping list to get through. Can't forget the spray paint and pads too, right?" Glancing at his friend's disheveled and underdressed state, the blond shook his head. "Come on. Get ready, man. You're gonna help me pick out the other stuff too."

"Other stuff? What other stuff? Why?" The questions, albeit simple, were extremely pertinent, in Sparky's opinion.

"My stats are way too low to pull off an Assault build right now, so I gotta do an Armsmaster."

With that odd statement, Greg walked out of his room, obviously headed down the stairs. Sparky remained where he sat, unmoving from Greg's computer chair. Lowering his head into a single palm, he let out a long sigh. "Why do I even…"

"Come on, Sparks!"

The teen in question raised his head to see his friend's face poking in through the doorway, face as eager as always.

"Hurry up, man! We gotta get this done today."

Sparky sighed, cupping his chin as he gave his friend a long-suffering stare. "Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?"

Greg sighed, having the gall to appear as if he was the one being stressed out. "Well, me and Emma have a thing tomorrow and the pawn shop closes at 5:30 today. Besides, they only have a couple swords left in store and I want to grab at least one of 'em." With that, the blond's head vanished around the corner, his voice trailing off behind him. "Come on already!"

Shaking his head, Sparky sat up from the ergonomic chair, picking up the bowl of ice cream in one hand and walked forward only to freeze after a few steps, hazel eyes widening as Greg's last words fully landed.

"Did you say swords?!"

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