Aberrant: In the Beginning - Leon Simons

[lead]

Laughing at his luck, he tweaked the pull towards his apartment building, and his own window. He peaks in his window, hoping to god he left the window open.

[Mr Fox]

It takes a few minutes but Leon gets the hang of this gravitic flight thing and makes it to the window. It is open and there is no one visible inside the apartment. One thing that is not right though, seems that every light in the place is turned on. Cautiously he moved inside and looked around. The place has obviously been searched. Leon's stash was gone, but on the table there was a copy of the search warrant the officers used to justify coming inside. Looking out the peephole in the door he discovered that the view was blocked. Once he looked out he found that police tape sealed the entrance as if it were some kind of crime scene. Other than the missing stash it appeared that nothing else had been taken.

[lead]

"Fucking 5-O's I could sure use a blunt right now." Leon said to no one without and without much vehemence, after searching the apartment. Normally he'd pissed, but losing a half 0 when he was banking 250 G's didn't seem like anything to get heated over. He searched the messy apartment again, in case he missed anything important and it was as messy as any artist's crib had ever been so it took a bit longer then he wanted.

Before too much time had passed he grabbed his leather pack that held all that was really important to him. With his note pads, and his scarce cash, he lept out his window and and fell at a feather's pace to the street below.

He looks at those people now congregating in the street, scanning for a familiar face. Looking to score before he left to go meet Saul.

Idly, the nova's mind just a little bit stuck on the topic, he wondered if small ever smoked marijuana.

[Mr Fox]

Across town Saul was gathering his own personal belonging in preparation for an extended trip to England. His own small apartment was dark and dingy and hadn't seen the touch of a woman in over two decades and was consequently far messier than the artist's place that Leon was searching through. When he was satisfied he hailed a cab and ended up at the airport with plenty of time to spare.

Leon on the other hand wasn't having such an easy time of it. On the street as he moved out of an alley 6 bangers in red were sitting on the steps of his building and one of them spotted the new arrival. "Yo Leo, bro. Hear the doughnut eaters was after yo ass. Whatcha do to piss em off?" Seeing a blunt in the hand of one of the boys Leon helped himself. It was some good stuff by the taste of it, but even after three hits he barely felt anything.

The other man snatched from Leon's hands as he stared at it, "Bitch three's, two too many, give that shit back!" He took a hit then and from the reaction it was having the desired effect on the boy.

[lead]

"Wasn't me mane, they covering for some head in blue who just snapped on my ass. Word of motha. Put four holes in my ass, brotha and I'm still smoking."

When da man grabbed the smoke out his hand, he barked with mock affrontedness "You best slow up, for I snatch da smoke out ya lungs. I 'ont even see what you tripping over, thats some weak shit. I'm looking ta re-up quick for I skate on these jakes, so son you know any heavy lifters round here." Leon hoped to that he wasn't still being watched, but if he was, we wasn't about to lead them to his dealer. Man was his cousin after all.

Leon felt a little stab of panic too, as he was now afraid that his recent eruption might have a down side.He'd been smoking weed since he was eleven, he couldn't quite, and didn't want to either.

[Mr Fox]

"Bitch please. Dis da good shit." Several of the others nod sagely their red eyes bearing witness to the quality of the 'shit' in question. "An if'n you want some, talk to Jones, he be top man in da hood tonight. You know where he stay."

After a short walk over a few blocks Leon found his favorite source and scored some of his desired herb. Not waiting he lit up a fat one and enjoyed the smoke. Taste and smell were both good, but even after finishing the entire thing Leon barely felt the effect. It was definite, being a Novus sucked! Well, perhaps not sucked, but this was one hell of a draw back.

[lead]

Leon felt the disappointment keenly. Then a thought occurred to him, that maybe there was a nova out there who could affect plants, the growth, maybe even their potency. Hmm...He'd defiantly find out either, that much is for sure. After exhausting the small stack of cash he'd previously been hording, and near wiping his man outt that is.

Voice rough, and breath reeking he pulled Jones over into the kitchen and a fridge that was both empty of food and a gallon bag lighter. "Jones man, I'ma be getting giant soon aright? So watch out for my peoples, ya heard?"

After getting that set up, he walks out to the street, experimenting with his powers. A very confused mutt floating a few feet in the air lets Leon know his control wasn't just limited to himself.

With a twisting, grasping thought he pulls himself into the sky and towards the airport, making sure to fly low, and touch down before getting too close. Leon was surprised to find that he made 'ripples' in the air when he flew.

Knowing that the force he was using was nowhere near strong enough to effect light, he chalked it up to another side effect of the M-R node. His power wasn't as clean or clear as he thought. He might not even be manipulating gravity, but some other phenomenon, that manifested itself as gravity control.

The more he thought about it the more it began to make sense, given the variations between novas.

[Mr Fox]

Saul was waiting at check in with an anxious look on his face which dissolved into relief when he spotted Leon approach. "I'm glad you made it. This is the last flight out this evening that isn't completely booked, and I'd hate to lose those first class seats."

As Leon got within a few feet Saul's nose wrinkled and he leaned in and whispered urgently, "You smoke an entire stash or something? You reek of weed. For both our sakes I hope you did and you aren't carrying. Nova or not we'll have to get through customs on both ends and the UK isn't as lax about security as the US is. They are bound to have drug dogs as we come off the plane. Probably get busted before we even get on the plane."

(OOC: apologies for the delay.)

[lead]

"Well my friend, I'm glad your going to enjoy the flight."

When Saul wrinkled his nose, Leon felt irrated once more. The man's reaction wouldn't have bothered him if he was buzzing but...he wasn't. "I'm not going to be flying with you man, I got my own engine and I don't need any wings, and I got my own entertainment to go along with it." He says with a smile and a slight rearrangment of his pack. "I just wanted to get your arrival time before I make one last stop. You have no idea how cool flying is"

(OOC: no big)

[Mr Fox]

Saul blinked in confusion then understanding dawned on his face. He almost looked excited for the first time, "You can actually fly like some of those other novas? Nice power." He thinks for a minute, "Hmm... well, that's one way to avoid customs, but be careful when you get there. The UK justice system is not so forgiving as ours. If you aren't there when I arrive on my flight I'll be taking a taxi to the Aeon Society's facility and getting settled in. Here, take this business card and call me if you need anything."

Not being very sentimental Saul waited just long enough to see if Leon had anything further to say then headed through security and off toward the gate where the plane would be boarding.

[lead]

"Its like I'm now able to act in a wholly new dimension. It's amazing, there are no words in the English or Spanish language to describe it. I'm like Leon squared."

He is shortly able to control his excitement, except for that shining out of his eyes.

"Remember, international citizen, a nation unto myself, make it happen!" Leon yells at the man, earning himself a reproving glare from security agents.

Quickly exiting the building, he pulls himself into the great blue sky. He stops by a local convenience store, landing in the parking lot to astonished passerbys, and only stopping quick enough to give a nod to any he might know, buys two boxes of blunts, pays for them and then flies to nearest library to find the coordinates of London.

After locating the information off of an old, blocky white pc he does the math and with his final stop in hand he begins his transatlantic flight.

He might be the first unassisted man to get across the ocean. He thought about that, then quickly realized that he wouldn't the only one soon. It was an interesting line of thought, it made Leon think what the appearance of novas might mean on a global level.

[Mr Fox]

The flight was long, it seemed to take forever thanks to the lack of scenery. The moonlight reflecting off the ocean was beautiful enough to take the breath away, but after an hour of looking at the same moonlight reflecting off the same flat ocean it lost much of it's appeal. The Sun was well over the horizon when Leon finally saw land. Another hour and some change found him over the Aeon Estates and coming in for a landing. The city held beauty in it's own ugly way, the moonlight on the ocean was great, the sunrise over the ocean was fantastic, but the perfectly tended fields and orchards and a place to land and relax after hours of flying was enough to make Leon light one up in sheer celebration. Saul was busy arguing with someone at the door when Leon landed.

"I am sorry sir, but I do not have any record of you on our appointments list for today. Yes, there is a Leon Simons, but you are not Mr. Simons and I am afraid that I will be forced to contact the authorities." Saul looked like he was ready to pop a vein in his head it was so red in the face.

Seeing Leon land the door man smiled, "Good Morning sir, may I have your name?"

[lead]

Leon was glad for the flight though, it gave him time to meditate and experiment on his abilities. There were some side effects that he still wasn't shaking off. Pockets of air around him seemed to pull all light in for a moment, then push out, and other less classifiable distortions. But it wasn't just effect either. He could feel him self doing it, in some way in the same that one experiences fatigue or maybe an uncontrollable tick. He was hoping that it would fade from his person some time soon, and it was aggravated only when he exerted himself, but it had relented as of yet.

"Saul, my bruddah who's dis man." ,casually ignoring the other man's presence.

[Mr Fox]

Saul smiled. "This is the gentleman who is refusing me entry although I spent a good deal of time on the phone arranging for our arrival yesterday." The man in question looked Leon up and down and then said, "Mr. Simons I presume? If you will vouch that this man is in your employ then I will allow him entrance." Drawing himself up to his full height and dignity, "On behalf of the Aeon Society welcome to the estates. Your Aeon contact will be with you shortly. Breakfast is laid in the main dining hall. I believe there will be a meeting of some kind after breakfast but your contact can give you the details of that."

With the slick grace of a sterotypical English butler the gentleman ushers you into the residence and points you in the direction of the dining hall. Within you find a nova sized breakfast buffet. Saul took a good deal of pleasure at the older mans sudden change of attitude. "I'm glad you arrived when you did."

About halfway t through breakfast a professionally dressed woman takes a seat across from Leon after introducing herself, "I am Bernice, I'll be your Aeon liaison while you are with us. Once you are finished with your meal, I will escort you to the doctors who will begin your testing. Do you have any questions about what this will involve?"

[lead]

"It won't happen fo much longer I think. If your going to be my white man for da immediate future, I imagine that my name and face will be on the screen, and yours will get some air time too."

Shifting his attentions to the door man, "Its good ta be here, and I'd be truly grateful for the grub." His stomach growled, on cue, completely empty.

He knew that he must be able to either convert energy much more efficiently or take it in some other manner, because just doing the rough math in his head, Leon realized he expended so much more energy then he had in his system.

He was starving in another word.

Sitting down, he started digging into the food, while circumspectly checking out those at the table. "No problem. "

"Hey Bernice, I'm Leon, but you can call me what ever you want. Yes, I have many questions, but I was wondering about the ownership of any inventions or concepts that come from a study of my abilities, as well as how involved I'm going to be in the entire process." He undercutt the seriousness of his words by sketching the women in whipped creaming on the pancakes he was preparing to eat.

<OOC 8 dice for art rolls.