Ah, I screwed up. Alphonse reflected. Well, at least I’m here now.
Pain wasn’t exactly a new experience for him, but first time it happened he had stubbed a toe and at that point he had firmly resolved to never feel pain again. Now he’d felt 100 feet of downward force impacting on his back and now he remembered what his first pain was like. Passing out was a new experience for him too, because he’d never been able to pass out before because his body wasn’t prone to that kind of thing usually.
It had felt decidedly liberating; a few seconds of intense, unrivalled agony and then you stopped feeling it until you woke up. Maybe it would be nice to pass out once in a while. Actually, if he had to take enough pain to pass out every time he wanted to it would probably suck pretty badly.
I should go check if I made my body alright. He decided.
He silently focused on himself and ran a sort of diagnostic check on his physical form. As far as he could tell, he’d made his flesh correctly, his bones were in the correct place and he only had the organs he needed to use in the right places as well. None of it was damaged from the fall because any damage his body sustained was as if it was inflicted to pure light. He didn’t actually know how to make his body take damage, but he knew how to make it feel. He just had to add nerve clusters here and there, add the brain to process the input, and boom. Human being, ready to go.
After the first incident with the stubbed toe, he had been in intense pain and he really didn’t like it. He had researched pain and found that a part of the Hypothalamus governed it. He had immediately removed it and was satisfied when he could kick the wall as hard as he liked and only felt no pain.
He would remove that part of the brain again when he reformed himself after he checked his appearance. A handy part of his power was that he could see himself if he focused a little bit. He had a short checklist in his mind for this kind of thing.
Top hat? Check. Coat? Check. Scarf? Check. Aviators? Check. Wait, where’s my cane gone?
Looks like he’d forgotten to make his cane, but he supposed it would've been a few feet in the courtyard right about now.
Guess I’ll start…
He started to focus, and he imagined how he wanted to be in his mind.
I should probably stand up as well.
He added it to his mental image. He readied himself, and let his photons go. A few seconds and a flash of light later, he was back on his feet, pain sector removed, cane in hand and a satisfied smile on his face.
Excellent. Today might just end up being a good day.
Then he noticed the people. He didn’t notice before because he was focused on himself, but there was what appeared to be a tall rabbit obsessed guy, a woman clad in animal skins leading a group of hunters and every one of them was looking at him. That flash of light always did attract attention. With any other action being out of the question, he did what he always did, when first meeting new people in that manner.
“Greetings! My name is Alphonse Alloré, and I am the new teacher of defensive manoeuvres for this year. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
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