CD 63:A Conversation with Misters, About Misters
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“It really hurt. Everything hurts like you think it would. It fades quick.
“Heath offered to train me in Thai Chi, but it's a defensive martial art. Defense doesn't matter much now. I can be pure offense.
“After that fight with Slag I wondered just how good, how fast my healing factor works.”
Heath interrupted Sully, “this part was pretty gross.”
Sully continued.
“I broke my fists on Slag, they healed up in less than a minute, so I was more curious about stabbing.
“I took a pairing knife and stuck it in my calf. Just a little. It only took 7 seconds for that cut to disappear. Blood absorbed back through my skin. Then again, further. Still 7 seconds. I slashed my thigh, 12 seconds. I got excited and cut off one joint-worth of my little left toe.”
Heath left the room. Sully continued.
“I started freaking out. It wasn't bleeding much, but it wasn't getting better. The longest 36 seconds of my life.”
Heath came back in, walked up to me. Sully continued.
“Then, 'pop,' it was back. I stuck my foot into the small blood puddle and soaked it in. No stain.”
Heath opened a small box revealing its contents, a little toe, and spoke.
“I was afraid it'd grow into another Sully.”
Heath nodded, eyes wide, “pretty gross, huh?”
I replied, “yup. What are your tornadoes like?”
“Well,” he put down the box. Clearly the toe hadn't grown. Nor had it deteriorated.
Heath opened his right hand, wide, palm up.
A cartoonish, Mega Man II-esque tornado, no bigger than a softball, appeared in that palm.
“Can I touch it?”
Heath looked up from his tornado, eyes wider than before. Huge, open grin on his face.
“You could, but I'd suggest you didn't.”
He walked to the couch, turned and tossed the tornado at the bookshelf like a wiffle ball. The tornado went only 3 feet through the air, landing on the floor. It crawled along like a top. Sully hopped into action, outpaced the tornado and lifted his rat cage from the top of that bookshelf and he turned away. The tornado made contact with the side of the shelf. The tornado dissipated with a 'pop.' Books fluttered out. I noticed a second tornado scurrying across the floor. It slowly careened into the metal leg of a dining room chair. Another 'pop.' The chair jettisoned into the kitchen.
'Clang.'
Sully let out a jagged sigh, put the rat's glass cage where it started. He looked into the kitchen. He sat down in front of the bookshelf and began reshelving.
Heath again spoke.
“They rotate in opposite directions. Ones from my right go counterclockwise. Clockwise from the left.
“If they hit each other they cancel out. They move along a bit slower than I walk.
“Sully let me hit him with one.”
Heath pointed to the wall. Sully's heel had apparently been driven in, about 7 feet up, tilted about 30 degrees. The bottom of the foot probably pointed mostly up at the moment of impact.
“The way he flew, it was like I'd strapped a rocket to his shoe. Rag doll physics.”
“Heath, what do you know about James and Lara's powers?”
“Well, I was talking to James about that. He clocked in at 300 mph even, but he's been having footwear issues. He's gone through four pairs of tank boots. The bottoms gave out in the first pair. He tried various steel bottomed boots, but the laces tended to die.
“He spent a couple days in the hospital after the bottoms gave out of the first pair. He never even got a mile with any of the pairs.
“A guy who'd made crazy sturdy bikes back in the 30s is making him a custom bike. It'll be ready in about a month.”
“And Lara?”
Sully chimed in, having reshelved almost everything.
“Well, she seems like she has everything Super Man does and more.
“She can fly extremely fast. She can coat herself in pearlescent armor. She can cover most anything with a thin pearl coating. She can turn grains of sand into pearl boulders.
“She can acquire any subtle accent instantly. Be dressed in any garb instantly. She can convince anyone, anywhere, that she's from the next neighborhood over. Unless, of course, she's from that neighborhood.”
“I liked the one where he fought the solar guy.”
“Yeah, too bad about that riding injury.”
We were silent for a bit.
Then Heath spoke again.
“Have you figured out what you can do?”
“Nope and I don't think you're getting your security deposit back for this place.”
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