For an island full of ridiculously impossible humans, aliens, creatures and more, Alba seemed to get bored far more often than she had any right to be. But after living for so many years amongst it all, even the impossible grew almost disturbingly normal. Talking trees, ten-foot-tall robots, actual gods---all par for the course. She felt completely at home amongst it all. Then again, it wasn’t as though she was perfectly normal herself, after all. There was a reason she was on this island too.
Still, compared to some of the more eccentric residents here, her pyrokinesis and rapid regeneration weren’t much. There was also a reason most of her family had always been able to live easily in the outside world despite their history of possessing unique abilities. Alba didn’t think she wanted to do that though. While the thought of being able to explore a whole wide world appealed to her on some level, she didn’t ever want to have to hide her fire or pretend to be something she was not. Besides, if she was already getting somewhat restless with boredom here, how much worse would the mundane world out there be?
Casually walking through the streets of Manta Carlos city, she enjoyed the view of the sun beginning to set over the horizon. The play of colors was so much like her beloved fire that a small spark of it had burst into life by her fingertips in unconscious response. Though briefly startled by it, she was used enough to her fire acting on its own that she quickly crushed the small flame in her hand before it could get any bigger, and she ended up in trouble again for accidentally burning something down. The brief spike of pain in her palm that followed definitely woke her up from her listless reverie, at least.
A little more aware now, she realized just how late it was getting, and just how far from school she still was. Whenever possible. Alba liked to get as far away from the grounds as she could. While she’d been sent to this island to learn how to control her powers at the Academy, she’d never been particularly invested in that mission herself. Frankly, she was much more eager just to let wild with her fire. Unfortunately, the administration never quite seemed to agree, and grew suspicious of all her “training accidents” a long time ago. So, she’d been kept on a somewhat tight leash, albeit one still with more freedom than she’d had at home. Albe mostly tried to stay within the rules, because getting lectured and punished was really annoying, and one of the rules was that she should really be in school grounds by now.
Groaning out loud at herself, she quickly hurried her steps. If only she had superspeed or teleportation powers instead, or a friend with the same, who could help her. Thankfully, she knew the streets of this city practically like the back of her hand by now, and she knew all the best shortcuts. As with most “shortcuts”, it involved a lot of shady back alleys that most people would probably hesitate over walking into. But then, Alba wasn’t most people.
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Still, compared to some of the more eccentric residents here, her pyrokinesis and rapid regeneration weren’t much. There was also a reason most of her family had always been able to live easily in the outside world despite their history of possessing unique abilities. Alba didn’t think she wanted to do that though. While the thought of being able to explore a whole wide world appealed to her on some level, she didn’t ever want to have to hide her fire or pretend to be something she was not. Besides, if she was already getting somewhat restless with boredom here, how much worse would the mundane world out there be?
Casually walking through the streets of Manta Carlos city, she enjoyed the view of the sun beginning to set over the horizon. The play of colors was so much like her beloved fire that a small spark of it had burst into life by her fingertips in unconscious response. Though briefly startled by it, she was used enough to her fire acting on its own that she quickly crushed the small flame in her hand before it could get any bigger, and she ended up in trouble again for accidentally burning something down. The brief spike of pain in her palm that followed definitely woke her up from her listless reverie, at least.
A little more aware now, she realized just how late it was getting, and just how far from school she still was. Whenever possible. Alba liked to get as far away from the grounds as she could. While she’d been sent to this island to learn how to control her powers at the Academy, she’d never been particularly invested in that mission herself. Frankly, she was much more eager just to let wild with her fire. Unfortunately, the administration never quite seemed to agree, and grew suspicious of all her “training accidents” a long time ago. So, she’d been kept on a somewhat tight leash, albeit one still with more freedom than she’d had at home. Albe mostly tried to stay within the rules, because getting lectured and punished was really annoying, and one of the rules was that she should really be in school grounds by now.
Groaning out loud at herself, she quickly hurried her steps. If only she had superspeed or teleportation powers instead, or a friend with the same, who could help her. Thankfully, she knew the streets of this city practically like the back of her hand by now, and she knew all the best shortcuts. As with most “shortcuts”, it involved a lot of shady back alleys that most people would probably hesitate over walking into. But then, Alba wasn’t most people.
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@hyperhurricane
