《Magus Gravity》Chapter 2
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Magus Gravity - Chapter 2
I stopped focusing on the water particles and eased my hand, making it drop to my side. The floating bits of water all fell down and splashed next to the bowl of water they came from, they must not have fell into the water because the building was not completely perpendicular to the Earth. This is correct if I am right in saying that I could make something float directly vertical, or maybe decrease the gravity of something to a negative value. However, in order to do something you would need some sort of knowledge beforehand, but I haven't really studied anything to do with physics or whatever it is that is related to what I just done there.
Looking at the flat pancake behind the bars I think of a perfectly round object, but nothing really happens, until I lift my heavy arm and start making motions with my hand. I fle--
“Yaeger!” A woman stomped outside my room, her black ponytail bobbing up and down like a bobble-head toy.
She must have called out for me the first time if she is this angry, but I shouldn’t be the one to blame I was just focusing on something. Not minding the intrusion as she just likes shout at me for no reason whatsoever, until it always comes back to her telling her life story and how many regrets she made in her life. I looked the maid straight into the eyes to give her a feeling of having my attention, whilst I still had the pancaked-food-and-bowl at the corner of my eye. I made a palm and slowly raised it and the pancake slowly peeled itself off the ground and floated, wherein I slowly closed my hand shut and the pancake started compressing into itself.
I believe my gestures could be simplified into a chart, to make it easier to remember:
A palm raising into the air = making the object float upwards.
A palm descending down = making the object go downwards.
For both, I have tried to make the object keep going in the direction even when it is colliding with something to see if it would do anything but nothing really happened and the test object only got smaller.
Closing the palm = object tries to go into itself like a black hole, making the object a round sphere.
“Yaeger the Slave!” The maid lashed out at me with a spoon, it bonked off my head and fell to the floor.
I must have cut my eye contact with her because she looked to be fuming, she looked at the floating sphere and then me and she already knows that I need a lot of concentration to use my “magic”, as she likes to call it. I don’t really think it is “magic” but a type of psychic power, like telekinesis where you speak to someone far away or is that pyrokinesis? I might have one of these psychic powers but right now they are not placing me in a good situation as I just got my forehead bashed by a wooden spoon.
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Also, the fact that she called me ‘the slave’ shows that she is definitely angry, since she only ever calls me that when she is frustrated beyond normal. She must not have had a great day today doing her job, wherever it is she works since she only delivers my food and says “better enjoy it, the horses made it” I know she jokes with the last part but I can’t really trust anyone in this world. Also, she is a normal person in the “clever gains sheet” where she just does mostly bad stuff with the rare good thing like giving me an extra bowl of food if I ask - I never eat it, but it allows me to develop my “esper ability”.
“I am listening” I look at her with focus and the sphere fell and splashed against the floor creating a pile of mush. She looked happier after seeing that.
Obviously I let her have her moment of enjoyment, but I didn’t really particularly care so I focused on the spoon in between my toes that I had picked up off the floor. It was made out of wood and it felt like a luxury to be able to touch something of different material, since I believe the bowls that I crushed were made out of clay or mud. I closed my palm and then opened it up again, I enjoyed doing this action as it took my mind away from the worries I had about this world.
“I see that now. Well, I have good news for you and bad news for me, which one do you want to hear first?” She asked, tilting her head in a questioning gaze that allowed me to have time to think.
The wood wasn’t breaking in half and nor was it splintering into my toes because my ability took a small range in consideration, which I believe is my focus range. It was relatively small right now, but I think the saying “practice makes perfect” applies to this: if I just keep trying to cover a large range then maybe I just could, but I don’t think I will ever need to anyway. I am not trying to become some sort of magician or stage artist, it’s a different world and I am from a dif...let’s not mention that anymore as it just states how foreign I am to everything here.
“Ehh...tell me about the good news first please” I told her repositioning my gaze on her, I wouldn’t want to make a slip up like the one previously and suffer the wrath of the young maid with countless spoons.
My head started to throb slightly which signaled that I needed to stop using my ability, but I would have kept using my psychic ability if it weren’t for that painful night two nights ago. On that day, I had a big smile on my face at thinking my ability was getting better because pain obviously meant change and when training is involved, change means something good doesn’t it? Well not with my training: I was making some of the straws on my bed float independently and I had separate control of around five straws, but it seems like multi-tasking does not go well with my ability since my head felt like it had shattered and the straws all fell down, I lost all my control and my mind hurt like hell for around six hours.
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“You have been purchased by a guard from the kingdom of the elves, and from what I heard he isn’t a bad person as it seems he needs a human to make his peace with Humans seem legal in the village he is in” She told me in slight stutters.
A guard from an elven kingdom needs a “slave” to show he is in peace with humans, sounds completely illegal to me. It’s complete nonsense if that person is actually trying to pull this off - how is this good news? - I am basically getting placed with someone who hates the Human race to bits, that he buys a “slave” to show how much he hates us rather than actually befriending a Human. Positively speaking, this would be a mark for him under the “intelligence” column as he probably thinks this is a smart decision, since the people he needs to prove something with won’t know that I am a slave anyway.
“So what is the bad news?” I asked, quickly taking a glance at my toes that had a deformed wooden spoon wrapped around, before looking back to see a maid-in-tears.
The wooden spoon must have wrapped around my toes because of the compression and uncompression I was doing, where strangely anything that is affected by my ability but comes into contact with my skin, nothing actually happens since the object-affected kinda slides right off my body which makes it seem like a self-protective ability. However, this is not the case since I have tried to harm myself and it actually worked relatively easily, where I experienced a huge papercut like pain down my cheek. The maid even thought I was thinking of suicide and killing myself after seeing my face, she payed extra attention to not have anything sharp in my vicinity after that.
“I won’t be able to tell my...stress and pain to anyone. You were the only one Yaeger Oakley that I could trust and tell everything to! I felt a connection between me and you that I have not felt with anyone else, it made my living-nightmare slightly bearable” She cried out to me, grasping the iron bars between us and pressing her teary face to it.
I have not really said anything to this woman after coming here, I have only been here for six days and it wouldn’t be enough for me to make such a dramatic image of me on someone, so it would only leave two possibilities open for me:
She is telling the truth, which means she hasn’t really spoken of her troubles to anyone else apart from me. Could also mean that she thinks of me as some sort of “soul-fated” buddy, or that could just be me spouting nonsense I heard at school.
She is just trying to get an expression out of me and make me feel guilty for leaving her, it could mean that she is just a manipulator and a really good actor.
I think that option two would be the best one to take as it would mean that my “clever gains” actually had some sort of meaning for being used on her, which resulted in me finding out she is a bad girl who does bad stuff mostly. It would also explain her mood swings as this option would tell me if she really has a screw loose or not, but who would go through the trouble to confirm all that?
I bent down and unwrapped the wood from around my toe and tossed it to her, the eyes of the maid twitched at that. I stood up and walked over to my corner to where my straw bed was, I looked at her in the eyes and told her something that I should have told her ages ago.
“You shouldn’t have taken the job in the first place, and also stop relying on people that are in prison to make your life better. It’s a little bit weird, but I see where you are coming from: a person in prison is probably already breaking down from the stress, so there would be no better feeling than to watch that person crack open from your own vile words. Is that it?” I asked her, lowering myself down to lay on the floor.
Saliva struck my cheek and she kicked the cell door before leaving with a slam, I looked at the saliva at the corner of my eye and gestured my hand away from my chest, making it fly off me and splash against the wall opposite me. Today was a good day where I learned some new stuff about my ability and found out all my guesses about the maid were correct, but there was still one thing that bothered me.
If this world had some sort of summoning device that allowed people to be transported to this world, then where does the fairness in all this come in? My world goes into a war but it cannot summon any people to influence the war, so why does this world get special privileges and is it only this world and not any others?
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