05-13-2015, 09:51 PM
Seconds turned into minutes as time ticked by. Though Neal had cleared his mind to focus on the testing of his new power regulation via a jump, he had suddenly found himself less inclined. His very first attempt at high flying wound up with him face first against the Nexus' ground. The second time was no less painful, earning him - as he would describe it - a swollen head.
Neal had not moved from his spot, but in that time his gaze had mapped his surroundings. Trees, of course, and a number of bushes. Some were obviously less than appealing as emergency landing targets, but others did not seem so bad. The fact that there were considerably fewer in this "safe" category was unsettling.
Alright, finally he felt ready. He fabricated an imaginary line in his head, partially on ground, partially airborne. The path would normally seem impossible by many standards, but with his new power he could - theoretically - preform it with ease. Hopefully, that's how it'll pan out. Third time's the charm, right?
His footing changed, his knees bent. Neal took a ready stance and a deep, calming breath. "Control the mind, control the body. Visualize and attack. No more faceplants... no more faceplants... Three. Two. One..." Neal took off sprinting.
He ran no faster than his usual speed back home, but even as his legs pumped and he focused on the first jump, he felt the flow of energy into his legs, supercharging every muscle. He leaped from the safety of ground level almost before he realized. In the next second, his leading foot had found home on the trunk he had aimed for and with another jolt, he had changed direction and rose further above the solid earth.
That sinking sensation never left Neal. That lurch of falling as he flew through the air. The sensation was, without a doubt, exhilarating. Though he knew focus was key, he could not help pulling off the most epic Superman of all time. "TO INFINITY!" His hands grab the targeted branch, and down he swings like a pendulum. At an optimum angle, he releases and spirals like a gymnast.
He leveled out enough to land on a thick branch in the next tree. "AND BEYO--CRACK!--DAMNIT!" The branch snapped. Neal had assured himself the branch would hold, but alas he had not accounted for an unseen defect.
Hello again, ground, nice to see you again. As he hit the ground, he head a rather sickening Crunch! His first reaction was to grab at the greatest pain - his right shoulder. Rolling to his left side, he tenderly moves his right hand. Though the throbbing was unpleasant, his hand reacted normally. He moved his elbow, then his shoulder - all worked fine.
"The hell?" The crunch wasn't him, so what was it? He sat up and looked at what his falling form had most likely mutilated. "Score!" Nestled away in the underbrush he had landed right on a wild melon. The crack of twigs mixed with the crushed watermelon's sounds had sounded like flesh and bone. The moment Neal pieced this together, he felt like an idiot. Damn, nearly shit myself there.
Nonetheless, he plucks one of the less mangled and dirt speckled slices from the bushel and looks it over. He hadn't realized how hungry he had become until that first bite. Yea, definitely gotta eat.
Neal closed his eyes to enjoy the small meal and forget the pains of his trial. Though he maintained a physical awareness, he took the deep, slow breaths as if he were about to fall into Deep Thought. Maybe he could, considering all of his other aspects had thus far been boosted. The darkness behind his lids and the silencing of the world told him that he could very well find his Zen.
Neal had not moved from his spot, but in that time his gaze had mapped his surroundings. Trees, of course, and a number of bushes. Some were obviously less than appealing as emergency landing targets, but others did not seem so bad. The fact that there were considerably fewer in this "safe" category was unsettling.
Alright, finally he felt ready. He fabricated an imaginary line in his head, partially on ground, partially airborne. The path would normally seem impossible by many standards, but with his new power he could - theoretically - preform it with ease. Hopefully, that's how it'll pan out. Third time's the charm, right?
His footing changed, his knees bent. Neal took a ready stance and a deep, calming breath. "Control the mind, control the body. Visualize and attack. No more faceplants... no more faceplants... Three. Two. One..." Neal took off sprinting.
He ran no faster than his usual speed back home, but even as his legs pumped and he focused on the first jump, he felt the flow of energy into his legs, supercharging every muscle. He leaped from the safety of ground level almost before he realized. In the next second, his leading foot had found home on the trunk he had aimed for and with another jolt, he had changed direction and rose further above the solid earth.
That sinking sensation never left Neal. That lurch of falling as he flew through the air. The sensation was, without a doubt, exhilarating. Though he knew focus was key, he could not help pulling off the most epic Superman of all time. "TO INFINITY!" His hands grab the targeted branch, and down he swings like a pendulum. At an optimum angle, he releases and spirals like a gymnast.
He leveled out enough to land on a thick branch in the next tree. "AND BEYO--CRACK!--DAMNIT!" The branch snapped. Neal had assured himself the branch would hold, but alas he had not accounted for an unseen defect.
Hello again, ground, nice to see you again. As he hit the ground, he head a rather sickening Crunch! His first reaction was to grab at the greatest pain - his right shoulder. Rolling to his left side, he tenderly moves his right hand. Though the throbbing was unpleasant, his hand reacted normally. He moved his elbow, then his shoulder - all worked fine.
"The hell?" The crunch wasn't him, so what was it? He sat up and looked at what his falling form had most likely mutilated. "Score!" Nestled away in the underbrush he had landed right on a wild melon. The crack of twigs mixed with the crushed watermelon's sounds had sounded like flesh and bone. The moment Neal pieced this together, he felt like an idiot. Damn, nearly shit myself there.
Nonetheless, he plucks one of the less mangled and dirt speckled slices from the bushel and looks it over. He hadn't realized how hungry he had become until that first bite. Yea, definitely gotta eat.
Neal closed his eyes to enjoy the small meal and forget the pains of his trial. Though he maintained a physical awareness, he took the deep, slow breaths as if he were about to fall into Deep Thought. Maybe he could, considering all of his other aspects had thus far been boosted. The darkness behind his lids and the silencing of the world told him that he could very well find his Zen.