most people donât attend the park after hours, due to the threatening nature of the crickets chirping. seemingly the only sound around one besides the ocassional whisper in the breeze, a person would find they weird sense of solace as she swung on the abandoned swings. this was in no way different for Da-Eun, her hands, clammy against the chain links, she gazed up at the stars. and while she thought she was alone, in her park-goer way, she felt the need to practice a bit of stellar magic.
she was not at all proficient in her gifts, nor, had she ever so freely practiced in such a public place, but she was tired. the days of her internship were slowly approaching their endâ her contract just about up. Â she couldnât entirely be certain of her courage in applying as an assistant to the research head, but a certain group of special people who believed in her insisted it was the right track for her. However, the many cups of coffee sheâd drink produced a sense of anxiety and dread that she was not, nor would ever be enough to fill the shoes of the position.
and thereâs only so much three cups of coffee can do for you when youâre running on 4 hours of sleep for what seemed to be the past two weeks. so, at times like theseâ the desperate ones, she looked to the stars, tapped into her brain palace, and asked them nicely for the strength to keep her goingâ to give her some energy. though she had never fully tapped into anything more than 70% of her powers, the meditation at hand, did have her hands glowing a special shade of vibrant yellow. the stars did seem to shine a little brighter as she gazed up at them. âand she did tend to feel a little bit more energized. there was a surprise at how little effort it was taking her, and even more of a surprise at how energized she was beginning to feel.
but the biggest surprise happened when her heart dropped as she heard the rustling of someone behind her. whipping her head all too quickly, she gaspedâ her hands still lit, as well as a starry haze in the center of her pupils.
there was only one reason roger would ever be outside at night, what as opposed to researching or performing experiments ( as of late, on his best nights, he slept for four whole hours ): picking up the supplies he needed for said research and experiments. although he was connected to the hospital, he was barely a doctor ( sure, he had gone through the exact same schooling as they had, but he wasnât a doctor doctor ) and hadnât the access to their tools; he wasnât an employee at haggis tech, thus having no access to their tools; he didnât know how to get on the dark web, thus having no access to those tools. no, he had to do it the old-fashioned way: find a sketchy guy with access, pay a lot of money for it, turn a blind eye to it.
returning from his meet-up, new equipment toted in a pack, he came to a complete halt when he caught sight of a glowing light. it was not a lamp post ââ it was too short to be that; it was not a firefly, they werenât out this time of the year; it wasnât a flash-light, the coloring was deeper than most; it was something else... forever a man of science and curiosity, roger walked towards the source, the voice in the back of his head telling him that this was how people got killed in horror films... but he, in his narcissistic delusions, was always the apex predator.
drawing nearer ââ oh, he should have guessed !! ââ a metahuman. however, he hadnât seen powers such as this yet. he had seen many different kinds, most of them relating back to manipulating some element, but this didnât look familiar at all. she was young. in his experience, young ones were just coming into their powers ââ what in the sense of control and all. they were still learning new things everyday. through that, perhaps roger could learn...
holding his hands up, as if approached by a cop, he replied, â iâm robert â i was just gonna go for a late night jog. â lie ââ just in case. â your hands â itâs cool. youâve got powers, i take it ?? â roger had powers. robert didnât. robert was a suburban dad who was trying to stay in shape for his wife and kids ( you know, what roger once was ). roger was 'the apex predatorâ who apparently loved larping.Â