Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 12, 2016 14:43:43 GMT
Crackle of lightning and thunder from above, the storm had rolled in rather quickly, catching the mostly nude man out in it. This is what happened when you had this many amps running through you, and over you, clothing just fizzled away, burned up. He sparked and the water hissed as it took some of the current. He'd forcibly asserted himself, pushing George aside for a while to vent off some steam. Sometimes this just happened, he wasn't active much anymore not since Overwatch. MEant he was just in the back constantly, waiting for something to happen. It was driving him crazy. He'd supposed to be given to some breathing corpse he could just have...not this surly old goat.
Goat, yeah that was what he'd call George, a stubborn goat. Energy crackling off him eventually had to escape like a tesla coil it found the easiest path, the pooling water rippled and practically exploded with the discharge. Ahh, he was also supposed to have that under control, but seems nothing ever worked right. He always just burned out, and then it'd be a while till he could return. That wasn't how it was supposed to work.
This abandoned building would be fun to demolish, looked like some kind of old mill. Sawmill if the big cutting machines said anything. He put his hands to the wall and POP, the wood even as good an insulator as it was burst at the charge. The wall of the building weakened it began to collapse and Hephaestus gave cackle. Doing something, anything to alleviate the charge, pleased him immensely. He avoided the falling debris and wondered if his magnetism would draw the saw blades out. Was that a thing he coudl do? Was he supposed to be able to do that? He wasn't even sure.
Everything had a random sort of chaos to it, unintended side effects. He moved near the tables and there was a rattle as the electro magnetic force acted upon the old rusted mechanism. He should probably avoid it, he'd lose a leg, as he blades finally freed themselves and tried to get at him. Not by any concious choice, it was just that they had no other place to go. He put his hands up as if that might stop them. Well...it sort of had, they had dropped with a clatter the magnetism momentarily gone. Had he done that? Or was it just the flaky nature of his abilities?
How frustrating. Some super soldier, all this incredible power, absolutely no control over it. He was just like a thunder storm, clouds storing charge from friction, discharging where ever they happened to be. He grumbled and sought to bring down the rest of the building. Two walls later and the old mill was just rubble on the ground. It didn't satisfy like he thought it would. "Well then whats the point? Why break it if it doesn't make me feel any better?" he clenched his fists. "Why the hell am I even here?" He ran a hand through his hair, held aloft and flickering with static electricity. "I can't even maintain for more than a few hours...I have to get this stupid body somewhere it won't die from exposure."
All of his fellows had quickly burned through their bodies, why'd he manage to keep this one? Even if maybe he was still broken. At least broken wasn't dead. He had so much charge building again. Nothing helped, he just charged up and then burned out. Why? What was the point? He grumbled and headed for the cabin, middle of the woods, where he couldn't do any harm. The was George said, he could go out and blow up as many abandoned buildings and trees as he liked; no one got hurt. Maybe Heph would like someone to be hurt. Maybe that would satisfy. Probably not.
"Why do we even bother anymore? No researcher can figure out how to fix me, so I guess we'll just both have to keep suffering..." he groused. "I don't even think you want me fixed..." Who was he even talking to? George hadn't said anything in hours. Why not? "Ugggghhhh, you're so annoying. So stubborn, so..." He let off a massive spark that leveled a couple trees, oh dear; he was starting to wear out. He trudged back to the cabin, fine. Fine. George could come back.
The electrified Hephaestus gave way to an exhausted old soldier, who shuffled to bed and fell down on it. "...this was a mistake," he mumbled with a sigh into his pillow.
Goat, yeah that was what he'd call George, a stubborn goat. Energy crackling off him eventually had to escape like a tesla coil it found the easiest path, the pooling water rippled and practically exploded with the discharge. Ahh, he was also supposed to have that under control, but seems nothing ever worked right. He always just burned out, and then it'd be a while till he could return. That wasn't how it was supposed to work.
This abandoned building would be fun to demolish, looked like some kind of old mill. Sawmill if the big cutting machines said anything. He put his hands to the wall and POP, the wood even as good an insulator as it was burst at the charge. The wall of the building weakened it began to collapse and Hephaestus gave cackle. Doing something, anything to alleviate the charge, pleased him immensely. He avoided the falling debris and wondered if his magnetism would draw the saw blades out. Was that a thing he coudl do? Was he supposed to be able to do that? He wasn't even sure.
Everything had a random sort of chaos to it, unintended side effects. He moved near the tables and there was a rattle as the electro magnetic force acted upon the old rusted mechanism. He should probably avoid it, he'd lose a leg, as he blades finally freed themselves and tried to get at him. Not by any concious choice, it was just that they had no other place to go. He put his hands up as if that might stop them. Well...it sort of had, they had dropped with a clatter the magnetism momentarily gone. Had he done that? Or was it just the flaky nature of his abilities?
How frustrating. Some super soldier, all this incredible power, absolutely no control over it. He was just like a thunder storm, clouds storing charge from friction, discharging where ever they happened to be. He grumbled and sought to bring down the rest of the building. Two walls later and the old mill was just rubble on the ground. It didn't satisfy like he thought it would. "Well then whats the point? Why break it if it doesn't make me feel any better?" he clenched his fists. "Why the hell am I even here?" He ran a hand through his hair, held aloft and flickering with static electricity. "I can't even maintain for more than a few hours...I have to get this stupid body somewhere it won't die from exposure."
All of his fellows had quickly burned through their bodies, why'd he manage to keep this one? Even if maybe he was still broken. At least broken wasn't dead. He had so much charge building again. Nothing helped, he just charged up and then burned out. Why? What was the point? He grumbled and headed for the cabin, middle of the woods, where he couldn't do any harm. The was George said, he could go out and blow up as many abandoned buildings and trees as he liked; no one got hurt. Maybe Heph would like someone to be hurt. Maybe that would satisfy. Probably not.
"Why do we even bother anymore? No researcher can figure out how to fix me, so I guess we'll just both have to keep suffering..." he groused. "I don't even think you want me fixed..." Who was he even talking to? George hadn't said anything in hours. Why not? "Ugggghhhh, you're so annoying. So stubborn, so..." He let off a massive spark that leveled a couple trees, oh dear; he was starting to wear out. He trudged back to the cabin, fine. Fine. George could come back.
The electrified Hephaestus gave way to an exhausted old soldier, who shuffled to bed and fell down on it. "...this was a mistake," he mumbled with a sigh into his pillow.
