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[center][h2][color=f3d842]Samuel[/color][/h2][/center]
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He stared at the potted plant on the nearby desk. He had bought it mere twenty minutes ago but it was already starting to wilt away. A shame really, the fact he could never keep any house-plants, but now what was most annoying fact about it was that it would no longer provide quite as good a testing ground for what he had in mind. It would have to do though, it was not like he could ask someone to bring him a money tree ([i]Crassula ovata[/i]) and not stay for a while afterwards. Come to think of it, he had always had one in his home. Guess that tradition was about to be broken.

[color=f3d842]"All right, let's try this again..."[/color], Samuel muttered and extended his right arm. [color=f3d842]"Shame I don't really remember how it went"[/color], he added to himself as he made a few grasping moves and attempted to summon the hazy-green weapon he had wielded against the gang before. He'd need to do it again, preferably the same as the last time too, or perhaps there was power in variety? Well, whatever it would end up as, he wanted it to appear. But it refused at first. He could feel his aura concentrating where he'd like it, but it did not manifest, or whatever he'd like to call it now. The plant started breaking records in the speed it turned brown, but just when Samuel was about to give up and let the plant die on its own, he could feel a bubbly sensation on his palm. It was there.

The plant was well beyond any use as a testing dummy, but at least he got the thing he had really wanted out of this, the confirmation he was actually able to replicate the behaviour. He had studied science, repeatability was highly desired in such a field. And he was the only one capable of researching what he could do. There had to be other people in the world that had something similar though, he kept thinking as he traced the cloudy shape of the whip-like weapon that had formed with the fingers of his left hand while keeping the handle in his right. What could they do? Probably something more useful.

Could he morph this thing? Samuel made some attempts at changing the shape of the weapon, but in the end it merely dissipated. Again he felt some tingling, this time in his spine. Strange, usually he could not feel his powers. This probably meant he should exercise caution if he ever thought of using it again. He'd forget though. He knew he would. Whatever the case, he'd need to think about the hostile takeover and his to-be outlaw persona. He couldn't be himself after all, the police might get to him or one of his friends could catch a glimpse and tell everyone. Neither would do him any good.

Perhaps he could just go full on PAYDAY gang on this; suit, mask and a gun. Made sense now that he thought about it. A darker suit though. And a white shirt. None of his flashier ties either, at least for the beginning. Which meant he'd need a new suit. Something cheap most likely. He stood up from his recliner and took the few necessary steps to reach his desk and sat down again. Blood rushed to and from his head and there was a brief moment of dizziness thanks to the inherited low blood-pressure, but the worst dimming of eyes happened only after he was down again. He'd need to be careful about that as a crimelord, he thought and chuckled. [color=f3d842]"Let's see what our friend Google has to tell about the stores nearby... Tomorrow will be the day, none will be open as long as the grocery store and even that closes in, what, five minutes."[/color] And he'd have to do something about that talking to self thing too.