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Chapter 191: Abilities - Markets and Multiverses
🕑 Added 2024-01-11 06:26:29 +0000 UTCOur group spent nearly four hours walking along the road before it started to get dark. We spent most of that time simply putting one foot in front of the other. Old Mo didn’t seem very interested in answering other people’s questions after his short conversation with Felix, and Anise’s parents and Sallia’s parents seemed tired from the long trek. Sallia and Anise were doing just fine, thanks to the occasional renewals I tossed at them to boost their stamina, but I was definitely getting a bit tired myself. My mother was heavy, and I didn’t want to waste all my essence keeping my muscles fresh.
As we walked, I noticed that Sallia and Anise’s parents were giving Felix and me progressively more strange looks every couple minutes. I felt that probably made sense - after all, I was carrying my mother as she snored away. A six year old carrying an adult woman for hours on end was clearly a strange sight.
Old Mo even gave me an odd glance from time to time, and I could see his eyebrows climbing higher and higher every time he noticed how little I was struggling with my mother’s weight. A few times, I noticed him opening his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to me. But he closed his mouth each time.
Apart from Felix and I carrying my mother along, the four of us kept occasionally chatting through our friendship bracelets. The ability to use mental communication was extremely handy, and did a lot to set my mind at ease. I also occasionally used my soul-sight and my spatial sight to check our surroundings, just in case we were about to walk into a scouting party for an army or something. I noticed that Old Mo also stayed alert, but my supernatural senses had a much better chance of detecting danger in advance than Old Mo’s aging eyes.
Finally, midday approached. Our group had traveled for four hours, and by now, I was starting to be a lot more sparing with my renewal spells. I didn’t have an endless supply of essence, after all, and I had never forgotten that an emergency might crop up. I kept at least half of my alteration essence ready at all times.
Old Mo paused for a moment, and I nearly bumped into him before I stopped. Everyone else slowly stopped as well, before giving Old Mo confused and weary looks.
“We can rest for a while and eat lunch,” said Old Mo, after taking a look around. “I think we’ve gone far enough for a quick break. Everyone must be tired, and it’s about time for lunch, anyway.”
I heard Anise’s parents groan in relief, and I saw Sallia and Anise’s parents quickly sit down in some more comfortable positions. I also gently set my mother down, and then gently massaged my arms and shoulders as Felix did the same.
<Thanks for helping me carry her,> I sent Felix.
<No problem. You’re carrying more of her weight than I am, anyway,> said Felix, sounding slightly bemused.
As everyone started to relax, I noticed Old Mo take a small tin out of his backpack, before popping it open. Inside, I saw a few different kinds of vegetables and even a little bit of meat. All of them were covered in some sort of liquid that I didn’t recognize - but I could definitely feel a little bit of binding essence present in the liquid.
<Is Old Mo eating this world’s version of canned food?> I asked.
<I don’t know what canned food is,> said Sallia. <But I’m pretty sure the potion keeps food preserved. I’ve seen them a few times, although they aren’t sold very often. Most of the ones that are made in the city are used to send supplies to the front lines, and the potions still only keep things fresh for a few months.>
<What an interesting preservation method,> said Felix. <I don’t believe I’ve seen something like this before.>
<Well, it does make things a bit more awkward. I’m used to the dimensional backpack keeping things fresh, so I didn’t think about buying any ‘preservation potion,’> I said, before I winced. Even if I had known about preservation potions, I wouldn’t have had the money to buy any.
<It’s probably not a big deal,> said Felix, shrugging. <Sallia, do you have plans for hiding your soup bowl?>
<I’m planning on just grabbing a few ‘wild vegetables’ as we move around, and then making soup,> said Sallia. <My parents are out enough of the time that they probably aren’t aware of all of my hobbies and skills - and since we’re poor, me knowing how to make a basic soup shouldn’t seem too weird.>
Just as I was pulling out my and Felix’s meals from my backpack, and Anise and Sallia’s parents were taking out something that looked more like hardtack, It looked less edible than Old Mo’s food, but it looked like it would keep them going for the day. While they were distracted with their own meals, I saw Old Mo scoot a little bit closer to me.
“Kid, did you drink an ability potion?” asked Old Mo. His voice was very quiet, and hard to make out - if I wasn’t sitting right next to him, I would have struggled to understand what he was saying. “Nod or shake your head, and try not to move your body too much. No need to let the others know about this conversation.”
I blinked in surprise.
Old Mo actually rolled his eyes. “Do you think I’m blind, kid? You’ve always had unusual stamina for a child. Normal six year olds can’t spend a few hours kneading bread dough every morning, at least not easily. I thought that was already a little suspicious, but I decided not to pry. But now, you have a ‘brother’ you’ve brought along that you’ve never mentioned before, and you’ve somehow been walking under the hot sun for four hours while carrying your mother. Normal six year olds can’t carry a grown adult without help, much less for four hours.”
I paused.
<Old Mo is asking me if I have an ability,> I said. <Do you guys… mind if I reveal it?>
<To Old Mo?> Felix said. <Sure. Go ahead. I think him knowing that at least you have ‘drank an ability potion’ isn’t a bad thing. We might need to actually defend the group if we run into a wild animal or soldiers, and having an excuse for why magic is flying around sounds like a good idea. It’ll also let the four of us participate a bit more in this journey without things seeming weird, if you and I are known to have abilities.>
<I don’t mind either,> said Anise. <Just leave me out of it - I don’t know how I would explain to my parents if they found out I had an ability.>
<My parents would probably be impressed I managed to steal a potion and get away with it,> said Sallia, sounding amused. <I don’t mind my parents knowing. Actually, having an ability would probably make the country we’re traveling to a lot more likely to accept us. If we pretend we were wealthy refugees from our old city, they would probably have a lot less prejudice against us than if we appear to be refugees from the slums. I’d have to talk with my parents about it, but I think it could work out really well, now that we don’t have to the lay low from Felix’s rescue and we’re a bit older.>
I turned towards Old Mo, and then nodded.
“Did you know this whole time?” I whispered.
Old Mo snorted. “I’ve had suspicions. But it’s too weird. You almost seem like you’re using multiple abilities. Sometimes your expression changes while we’re walking, and that makes me think that you’re somehow talking with the other kids. But I figured that maybe you four developed some kind of code language… but then there’s the unusual strength and stamina. And the guns you somehow have access to. They don’t look like they came out of any nearby factory, and I’ve seen a few ability-made guns before. Your guns look… different, but still sort of similar.” Old Mo sighed, loudly enough that I saw Sallia’s ears twitch for a moment before she continued nonchalantly ignoring our conversation. “You’re not that good at hiding it. I’ve been trying not to learn your secrets, and I’m still pretty sure you’re an ability potion user.”
I winced. Then, I brightened up. If we were planning on just making our abilities known in the future, me being bad at hiding things wouldn’t come back to bite us later.
“Look, kid, I don’t mean to pry. If you nicked an ability potion or something and drank it, that’s your business. More power to you - I have no idea how you managed that, since there are only a few thousand manufactured every year, but if you did, it’ll only help you in life. But you need to think about whether you want to make your abilities obvious. If you show up in another country, with abilities obviously granted by a potion, people will assume certain things about you. If you want to lean into those assumptions, it’s fine - but you need to know what you’re getting into. Think about it, all right? If you look like you drank an ability potion, people will assume you’re a somebody. Street urchins don’t get access to ability potions, so you need to figure out how you want to handle all of this,” said Old Mo. He glanced at my mother, who was still asleep, and then sighed. “If it weren’t for your mother… it would probably be very easy to impersonate a formerly wealthy family fleeing the war. She… complicates things.”
I frowned. I hadn’t thought about how my mother might impact our situation if we planned to be ‘wealthy refugees.’ The idea of a wealthy family getting addicted to a cheap, devastating drug like Fizz… was unlikely. Not impossible, but it would make us much more suspicious. I glanced at Felix. He had mentioned wanting to go to an alchemy academy a few times now. Being a ‘wealthy refugee’ would probably help him a lot with that. Would my mother hold him back?
I frowned, and decided to double check that.
<Felix, you were still thinking of entering one of the academies that train alchemists, right?>
<Yeah, that was my plan,> he said. <Trying to figure out binding essence on my own is going somewhere, but it’s very slow and difficult. And I also want to try doing some really precise prosthetics to improve my body later, but I need some pretty specific medical knowledge for that.>
I nodded.
<In that case… it might be best for you to pretend that you aren’t associated with me once we reach our new home. Old Mo is pointing out that my mother being a drug addict is weird if we want to present ourselves as formerly wealthy people, but our ability potions do make us seem like the children of wealthy families. I haven’t figured out how I want to handle my mother, and what story I want to tell people once we get to the new city, but you shouldn’t be dragged down->
Felix actually snorted. <We’ll see if we can get your mother out of her addiction. But if we can’t… I’m not comfortable just leaving you to handle all of the fallout from your mother on your own.>
I blinked.
<I can’t->
“Your expressions are all changing again,” whispered Old Mo, interrupting my words. “If you have abilities, that’s great, but half of the point of having secret communication is to keep it… secret.”
I froze.
Old Mo sighed.
I turned back towards Old Mo, and decided I had left him out of the conversation for long enough.
“I do have an ability,” I whispered. “A few of us do. Felix… has the ability to let us talk to each other, mind to mind. I can heal, and Sallia can manipulate metal.” It didn’t cover our entire range of abilities, but it was close enough to what we focused on that we should be able to use our abilities fairly freely. If I needed to teleport bullets around, we could just say Sallia had helped out by moving metal, for example, and any unusual perception could be attributed to Felix ‘sensing’ other minds or something. It would probably work well enough.
Old Mo seemed surprised by my revelation, before he squinted at Sallia and Felix more carefully. “Both of them and you?” he whispered. “As in three ability potions? Kid, how in the world-” his voice started to rise from the nearly inaudible whisper he had been using, and I decided to cut him off before the other parents noticed what we were talking about.
I nodded. “They said it was okay to tell you.”
Old Mo paused, before he nodded. “Healing, huh. I can see how that feeds into stamina. Can you heal muscle exhaustion?”
I nodded.
“Can you heal me?” asked Old Mo.
I nodded again. “I just need you to be touching water first.”
Old Mo wordlessly opened his water canteen, then dribbled a few drops of water onto his hand. “Can you show me?”
I used renewal on him, and Old Mo grinned and relaxed.
“That hits the spot. My knees aren’t quite what they used to be.” Then, he nodded. “So, if you’re showing this to me…”
“I think I’d like to try being a wealthy refugee instead of a street rat,” I said, grinning.
Old Mo nodded thoughtfully. “If that’s the case, there are a few things you might want to learn before we arrive. I’ve never learned exactly what rich young ladies tend to learn about, but I can at least help you brush up a bit on your grammar and posture before we arrive, if you want my help. I know a bit.” Old Mo grinned.
I grinned as well. “I’d really like that.”
Before we could continue the conversation, I saw shuffling from the corner of my eye, and I turned to look at the piece of ‘luggage’ Felix and I had set down earlier.
My mother was waking up.
Author’s Note: My vacation ends, and I return! Still trying to remember how writing works after not opening my word docs for two weeks XD.
My vacation was a bit less restful than I thought it would be. My thumb started kind of acting up again. Long story short, I’m doing physical therapy for both of my thumbs now, and noticing some problems left behind in them. Luckily, after a week and a half of thumb exercises, I am starting to notice a lot of the problems disappearing - hopefully on a more permanent basis this time. I can touch my pinky with my thumb again, and things are starting to improve as far as the strength and pressure I can exert with my thumbs. Flexibility, especially, is getting much better on my left thumb, which is good - I have been basically unable to touch my pinky with my thumb ever since I got hurt, since i felt really bad cramping and pain in my thumb when I tried. Now, I just feel a little bit of stiffness, and it’s going away as I keep the exercises up. Maybe in another week or two I won’t even notice any difficulty when I try? I can hope.
My vacation wasn’t entirely consumed with the gnawing anxiety of knowing permanent damage to my hands might be back on the table though. I watched a few tv shows with friends, and played quite a bit of TFT with a friend of mine. At the beginning of my vacation, a friend of mine tried to get me into it, and I had absolutely no freaking idea what was going on at first. TFT does not have a very good tutorial. I did eventually figure out what was going on, and then I started to have a lot of fun playing the co-op version of the game with the friend who also played. It was quite enjoyable.
I also tried making bread for the first time. I have learned that there are types of yeast that don’t expire anywhere near as quickly as I was afraid they would. One of the biggest reasons I’ve never really tried out baking before was because I was afraid of buying yeast, then wasting most of it if I couldn’t use it all. Yeast apparently does not expire within like a week or two, which was kind of what I was imagining (or at least, there are kinds of yeast that take a while to go bad/stop working/you know what I mean). So basically… BREAD.
I think I messed up a bit with some of the recipe instructions, and I definitely didn’t slice it anywhere near as nicely or evenly as a store-bought loaf of bread XD. It still turned out decent. Not the best bread I’ve ever eaten, but definitely not bad either. I’ll try again in the future. And maybe try making homemade noodles or something. I think that would taste nice. I’ve been vaguely thinking about making homemade ramen or giving carbonara a… fourth? attempt.
(My first two carbonara attempts were… interesting. The sauce turned into scrambled eggs. Third attempt went a lot better, but I overdid the pepper.)
Anyway, food, friendship, TFT, and bread. That was my vacation. Hope you also had lovely holidays.
Comments
Rain
TFC
Dax
This does feel like a better distribution of "official" abilities to me.
Mark Corwin
tftc
Puri
BREAD
Riley Sampson
"Felix… has the ability to let us talk to each other, mind to mind. I can heal, and Sallia can manipulate metal.” Seems like it would be better to say that Felix can manipulate metal.
MinE
Sucks about your thumbs, but I'm glad your vacation wasn't totally ruined.
