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Endless Cosmos
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Touch meant a lot of things to Elias Wheaty: friendship, family, closeness, protection, shelter, home, intimacy. To have that expressed across an entire spectrum just by one vice grip from a boy that didn't abhor talking to him or didn't simply talk to him at the behest of an authority figure meant a lot and no one could blame his heart for skipping a beat—or ten. That would explain the deep hue of crimson outlining his cheek bones. Elias' eyes locked onto the exact point of contact and the only thing stopping the giddy smile from stretching his lips seemed to be the teeth digging into them. The entire situation hadn't yet registered in Elias' mind and definitely not the fact that he now stood within a trio of students. The only thing that ripped him from his tiny reverie, and possible realization of why he even wanted to stand this close to Derek Weiss, was the sudden loss of contact—a foreseen inevitability. His pseudo-mother, had she witnessed what occurred, would not have refrained from smacking the ever living shit out him. So headlong into something Elias denied himself any way of perceiving that a mere touch sparked something; she'd give him a stern talking to after beating his ass around the complex.
Unfortunately, the teacher's exasperated throat clearing further pulled Elias from his own thoughts. The quick, second explanation for him alone gave Elias the run down of the situation. And, after diffusing the previous one with a sheepish grin, he took a few steps back to give his class partners room to work. With as big an area they had for this, it gave the groups of students plenty of room to space themselves accordingly. For Elias, that nearly put Derek and Nelsea on the edge of his negativity field—or whatever term they coined for the awful things that occurred around Elias.
"Guess I'll go first, then?" he said, almost thoughtless in his decision. The entire chaos thing, that kept on day and night; turning it off would be something he'd have to learn along the road. Or maybe wielding it entirely. Honestly speaking, no one really knew the potential of that particular power—well, not no one. Both father and mother knew what he had the potential to become, but no one went out of their way to find out exactly what that answer was. At least he had something to look forward to or to dread. Elias refused to pick which to pull his hair out for.
Dipping down, backwards and with his hands spread out, Elias closed his eyes and let the world around him simply vanish. "This is exactly why I play Portal—gonna tell me it rots my brain, pfft," he mumbled before the floor gaped open to engulf Elias in a puff of purple miasma. The nerd he was whistled the tune at the end of the first game, from one end of the dimensional gateway to the next. Relativity, fortunately, sided with him on that one and the rifts he opened for this particular purpose often spat him into dimensions displaced by time, many of which often displayed time as a physical entity and not the incorporeal thing humans often see it as. On the occasion that it didn't spit him through a dimension higher than the third, it usually meant Elias swam through the rift for entire decades, maybe even centuries, before reaching the other end of his wormhole. Fortunately, due to the oddity of time, such a thing would seem mere seconds within his own universe and these portals often came one after the other with him shooting on through. Explaining how Elias got to one end to the next without dying of old age would prove far too difficult and require a great many amount of equations concerning quantum theories, especially since Elias never remembers the trip to and fro, in the first place. Though, it probably was something that should've been at top of his priorities due to how variable time slippage can be and how dimensions displayed spontaneity like opening random doors inside of hotels. No one ever knows what they're gonna find on the other side, and the appearance of Craigslist and other sketchy websites added to that randomness factor.
Elias, for a brief moment, wondered what kind of Craigslist copy aliens and multidimensional beings invented. Or if they even condoned such a thing.
The drop from one portal to the next worked to accelerate Elias well enough that the portal spitting him out on the far side of the room threw him with such velocity he nearly missed the third verse of the song while almost smacking himself into the bleachers. Another portal spat him out from the place he'd launched himself and a few controlled falls from there slowed Elias enough that he landed with as much grace as a walrus. That certainly was better than shattering his shin bones into a million, little pieces.
"That's honestly all I can display without harming anyone," a frown painted his features as he spoke, and the shrug was more noncommittal than usual. He gestured to Nelsea, hoping she'd take the hint and display how much she'd figured out of her own powers. Hopefully, they weren't as complex as what he'd just ran through in his own mind concerning the entire dimensional rift thing. Nobody wanted to hear that inner monologue about space-time relativity and quantum mechanics thrown into the hands of an eighteen year old boy with parental issues. Sounded a lot like some kind of stripper sob story, to be honest.
Elias let loose a cough, shifting his eyes from Derek and Nelsea.
"Will you shut up? You're thinking so loud it's coming through my own placed mental barriers," a voice caught him off guard and Elias turned to look at a fuming girl with her arms crossed and a nasty glare shot his way.
"Sorry, I'll... calm down on that."
"Thank you."
Unfortunately, the teacher's exasperated throat clearing further pulled Elias from his own thoughts. The quick, second explanation for him alone gave Elias the run down of the situation. And, after diffusing the previous one with a sheepish grin, he took a few steps back to give his class partners room to work. With as big an area they had for this, it gave the groups of students plenty of room to space themselves accordingly. For Elias, that nearly put Derek and Nelsea on the edge of his negativity field—or whatever term they coined for the awful things that occurred around Elias.
"Guess I'll go first, then?" he said, almost thoughtless in his decision. The entire chaos thing, that kept on day and night; turning it off would be something he'd have to learn along the road. Or maybe wielding it entirely. Honestly speaking, no one really knew the potential of that particular power—well, not no one. Both father and mother knew what he had the potential to become, but no one went out of their way to find out exactly what that answer was. At least he had something to look forward to or to dread. Elias refused to pick which to pull his hair out for.
Dipping down, backwards and with his hands spread out, Elias closed his eyes and let the world around him simply vanish. "This is exactly why I play Portal—gonna tell me it rots my brain, pfft," he mumbled before the floor gaped open to engulf Elias in a puff of purple miasma. The nerd he was whistled the tune at the end of the first game, from one end of the dimensional gateway to the next. Relativity, fortunately, sided with him on that one and the rifts he opened for this particular purpose often spat him into dimensions displaced by time, many of which often displayed time as a physical entity and not the incorporeal thing humans often see it as. On the occasion that it didn't spit him through a dimension higher than the third, it usually meant Elias swam through the rift for entire decades, maybe even centuries, before reaching the other end of his wormhole. Fortunately, due to the oddity of time, such a thing would seem mere seconds within his own universe and these portals often came one after the other with him shooting on through. Explaining how Elias got to one end to the next without dying of old age would prove far too difficult and require a great many amount of equations concerning quantum theories, especially since Elias never remembers the trip to and fro, in the first place. Though, it probably was something that should've been at top of his priorities due to how variable time slippage can be and how dimensions displayed spontaneity like opening random doors inside of hotels. No one ever knows what they're gonna find on the other side, and the appearance of Craigslist and other sketchy websites added to that randomness factor.
Elias, for a brief moment, wondered what kind of Craigslist copy aliens and multidimensional beings invented. Or if they even condoned such a thing.
The drop from one portal to the next worked to accelerate Elias well enough that the portal spitting him out on the far side of the room threw him with such velocity he nearly missed the third verse of the song while almost smacking himself into the bleachers. Another portal spat him out from the place he'd launched himself and a few controlled falls from there slowed Elias enough that he landed with as much grace as a walrus. That certainly was better than shattering his shin bones into a million, little pieces.
"That's honestly all I can display without harming anyone," a frown painted his features as he spoke, and the shrug was more noncommittal than usual. He gestured to Nelsea, hoping she'd take the hint and display how much she'd figured out of her own powers. Hopefully, they weren't as complex as what he'd just ran through in his own mind concerning the entire dimensional rift thing. Nobody wanted to hear that inner monologue about space-time relativity and quantum mechanics thrown into the hands of an eighteen year old boy with parental issues. Sounded a lot like some kind of stripper sob story, to be honest.
Elias let loose a cough, shifting his eyes from Derek and Nelsea.
"Will you shut up? You're thinking so loud it's coming through my own placed mental barriers," a voice caught him off guard and Elias turned to look at a fuming girl with her arms crossed and a nasty glare shot his way.
"Sorry, I'll... calm down on that."
"Thank you."
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