Continuation of MUPR:Y1:R1 “In the Wake of the Blast” with Sonicsilvia1

Please list characters in use below Edit

 * Asonja the Hedgehog
 * Jason the Abnormal (Mostly Dragon Humanoid at this time)

As you approach the pile, what gender will you find? [Male] [Female] Once decided, please write your response.
Male

Beginning
The sand began to slowly move upward, a steaming noise going off from the noticeable burned off sections. It was not fully stable, however, and collapsed.

Asonja and Jason looked at each other in bewilderment. They were having a silent argument to who will go check. Jason was the loser and had to check. He formed into his full dragon form and flew down slowly. He muttered something inaudibly before getting closer.

The sand immediately reacted, but only through small shifts. Gradually it cooled down and attempted once more to move. It shifted upward, eventually becoming a black-colored figure: the proportions of a mobian, but without eyes, a nose, toes, a mouth, or fingers. The only thing that made it seem male was the torso shape.

Jason flew back a bit, Asonja just watching, confused and silent. Jason went up to it, getting a 360 view of it. "Uhh...what is this?" Asonja shrugged in the background.

"What..." A distorted voice called from the figure, small strands of some energy static-moving about it. "not who?"

Jason yelped and flew back to Asonja, crashing into him. Asonja groaned a bit and Jason got off of him, apologizing. He went back up to the figure. "S-sorry. WHO are you?"

The figure didn't respond. He just, looked aside... around... at the destruction.

Jason looked around with him. Asonja sat on the edge, yawning. "S-so uh...I'm Jason, by the way...Asonja's over there..." He pointed with his tail to him. He felt awkward for some reason.

The figure glanced over at Jason, then Asonja. "... I crashed here..."

Asonja nodded, but stayed silent. Jason nodded too. "Yeah, and we're the only ones alive after you crashed. And...if you don't mind me asking...where's the rest of your body?"

The figure stepped back at this, small white sparks forming around him as he looked over his hands and feet. "... The term's 'born yesterday' right? ... Except... it's today."

"Oh...right. Apologies." Jason says, his ears flicking a bit. His horns were covered by his hair, but they can be seen just a tad. "Do you uhh...want some alone time to form or...something?"

"Form into what?" He looked back up at them, "is this world populated by dragons?"

"No, I'm a shapeshifter. I'm mainly dragon, but Asonja's just a...hedgehog with fire powers. Everyone else is...or was...not important."

"...They're dead aren't they?  I fell and now they are all dead..."

"Yup. Unfortunately, they're all dead...but us."

"... That... does not feel right," He attempted to climb up the crater wall but he slid back down.

"Here, I'll help ya." He picks him up to the surface. Asonja backed up from him as he Jason put him down safely.

The figure seemed uncomfortable being picked up but said nothing. "... We shouldn't be here should we?"

"I don't know, but if you would like to go somewhere else, there is a free Inn to go into...which is surprisingly unharmed during the explosion but the windows are broken and...the shard went into everyone, killing them...Eh, I should stop." Jason says and flies toward the Inn. Asonja just stood there near the figure, sighing.

The figure looked at his fingerless hands for a moment. With a long sigh, a cracking sound could be heard from him. Slits began to tear open at where the eyes would be, eventually ending when two very reptilian glowing eyes were formed. They were without pupils or irises, a dark purplish grey.

Asonja jumped and back up a bit, a bit grossed out by that. "Ew! Next time, warn me that you were going to sprout eyes..." He says, trying to steady his breath.

The figure's glowing eyes shot up directly at Asonja, an almost warning tint of deep red washing through before returning to the previous shade.

Asonja stood there, frozen for a bit. He slowly relaxed, still hiding the fact that he's pale. "N....N-nevermind..."

"... I need time..." The figure slowly walked into the wreckage.

"Right...uhh...we'll be over here...I guess..." Asonja says and sits down near the wreckage, looking away from the figure. He didn't eat anything, or do much of anything. He just...sat there.

Time passed. Creaking doors were heard. The figure eventually walked back out, grey dust seeming to had stained his lower arms.

Asonja looked up at him, seeing him upside down. "Oh hey, you're back...What happened?" He had bags under his eyes and he looked rather skinny.

"I observed," He replied.

"Observed...what?" He asked, in boredom.

"The death, the wreckage... the buildings I ended... We should leave."

"Alright, fine. Let me get the dragon weirdo..." He gets up and into the Inn. It was a rather slow 10 minute process but they came back out. Jason was a dragon humanoid at this point, exactly like his full dragon form but standing on his hind legs.

"Governments will want to know what happened here I'd imagine," The being assumed. "Where do you usually go?"

"I usually go underground. I'll show you. Just follow me." Jason says as he bursts into the sky. Asonja groaned and ran after the flying Jason as he heads East.

The figure walked after them, then ran after them. A small trail of his black sand flew out from him as he got faster, catching up with the two soon after.

Asonja wasn't fast because he was starving and tired. Jason noticed this, flew down to Asonja, put him onto his back and continued to fly. "We're almost there, just another mile." Jason says.

"Asonja... why are you tired?" He asked.

Jason answered for him; "Sometimes he doesn't eat or sleep from...depression I think."

"... Did I add to that depression?"

"Nono, do not worry." Jason assures. "You didn't add to it. He's just had a...difficult past to deal with."

"And you?"

"Uhh...I haven't been through much. I kinda got over my past pretty quickly. Asonja's...still in his past..." He sighs.

"He doesn't want to discuss it, does he?"

"It does make him feel better when someone talks about it with him. But not right now, he's a bit sick." Jason says. "You could talk it with him if you wish."

"When we get to our location, I will... probably."

"Alright." Jason nods and continues flying. After about 5 minutes, they reached a hole in the ground. Jason flies into the hole.

"... You actually meant underground," The being noticed while following inside.

"I wouldn't lie, would I?" Jason replied and the hole kept getting deeper. The heat was starting to increase a bit until finally it leveled out a giant area complete with furniture of all kinds, and even a gaming area with arcade machines and some games that don't even exist yet.

"You live underground because...?" He looked about.

"Society sucks for me. I'm a dragon and everyone appears to hate dragons since they're a sign of "evil" or something like that." Jason replies, setting Asonja down on a couch.

"But you can..." The being's body shifted in shape briefly, like waves of scales blowing up and down again, "shift..."

"Yes, I can. But my human form is rather...terrifying..." He says. As he said this, he stood on his hind legs and formed into a human...well...almost. His bottom legs were curved back and he still had most of his dragon features.

"It's less 'terrifying' than your regular giant form."

"I wasn't that big before. Do you want me to go to my maximum height? It's not recommended..." He muttered. He still had the head of a dragon too.

The being shrugged. "And there aren't many other dragons?"

"Nope. I'm the only one left of my kind. At least, I think so. Rumor has it that a female still exists, but it's just rumors for right now."

"... I see," The being held up his hand a bit, fingers slowly growing out.

Jason didn't seem grossed out by that. "Anyway, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. If you need anything just...contact me I suppose."

"How do I contact you?"

"Call me by my name or something. You know my name, right?"

"Jason."

"Yup. So just call me by my name if you need me. I'm going to go hunt for some food." His wings sprout and he blasts off out of the hole.

"... Food..." The being clenched his new fingers, a metallic scraping noise coming from them as a third slit began forming into his mouth.

Asonja looked away from that, trying not to puke.

The being noticed Asonja's reaction and put his hands behind himself. "Sorry."

"I-It's fine. I just get a bit queasy when you do that. It's my fault, not yours..." He says. The being can notice a dagger by his side that looked like rust. Except it was dried blood.

"... You don't like yourself very much."

He was silent for a minute but he nodded. "Yeah...I really dont. I've made many mistakes in the past and I can't seem to forget about them. I always wondered, 'What could I have done differently?'"

"And how long ago did that happen?"

"About...5 months ago."

"People you cared about died didn't they?"

He looked away, as if making sure he wouldnt see the tears. He nodded. "Yes. A lot of them died because of me."

"Then I guess we're in similar company."

"Similar...company?" He looked back at him, but not directly in the eyes.

"I was born today and took at least half-a-hundred lives in my crash."

"Oh yeah...right." He says, sighing. "Don't dread on it for too long."

"Why?  You are."

"I know, I am. I can't get myself to stop."

"Then how would anyone else?"

"I...Don't know." He muttered, looking away now.

"... What food do you eat?"

"Mostly meat. I hate vegetables and fruits."

"Do you cook it?"

"I sometimes cook meat, yes."

"So you also eat it raw."

"Mostly, yes"

(Just to know ahead of time, does this take place after Asonja's known Raven and all the others?)

(A little bit after Asonja met Raven.)

(Alright.  That's works then because this would technically be before Virus has any opportunity to meet anyone.)

"... Have you ever met someone like me?"

"Nope. Never. I never even knew you existed." He shrugged.

"So I'm the first... or the last..." He rubbed his head.

"Maybe...We'll never know." Asonja shrugged. His stomach growled but didnt get up to eat.

"That isn't a very comforting conclusion."

"I know, it isnt."

"... When will Jason be back?"

"Soon. Shouldn't take him more than 10 minutes"

"You need to eat."

"No I do not...I'm not hungry." His stomach growled in protest.

"If you want to kill yourself then there's better ways of doing it."

"I've already attempted better ways. None worked."

"Then why aren't you dead?"

"Because I'm a failure, that's why. I'm not strong, I'm a coward, everyone hates me."

"Do you actually believe that?"

"Yes. I do." He narrowed his eyes away from him.

"Then why is Jason getting you food?"

"...Because he's hungry. And when he's hungry he'll want to eat." He's in denial now. One of the stages of grief.

"He's going to eat you?"

"No, he's not like that. He used to eat humans and destroy towns."

"Not anymore?"

"No. Not anymore."

"And you?"

"I'm...not really that important. I did switch sides from good to bad and vice versa. I can't tell which side is better for me."

"... And you feel guilty for bad things you did?"

"Yes. Heavily."

"So you have a conscience.  Wouldn't that mean good is what's best for you?"

"I just...do not know. Im so confused. I killed so many..." I muttered the last part.

"Now all three of us have... Are we going to stay in this hole forever?"

"I might be...I dunno about the two of you..."

"... Is there food in here?"

"In the fridge. Over there." He points to it

The figure walked over, picked up the fridge, and placed it at Asonja's feet. "Eat."

"W-well...you didn't have to bring it over here..." He opened the fridge and then closed it. "It's filled with vegetables and milk..."

"You need to eat.  You'll have ten minutes."

"But..."

"I am going to take what is in this hole and then I am going to close it."

"Close the hole just so that I can eat?"

"Nine minutes, and less seconds remain."

He stood there for a while and finally opened the fridge after another stomach growl. He took out a large piece of celery and took a bite out of it. He groaned, chewing it slowly.

"Why do you even care? We haven't even met for a whole day..." He says, as if refusing to swallow the small bite of celery he just took.

"Nine minutes... eight fifty nine..."

He just continued to eat at the same pace as before. He doesn't like being rushed but he did manage to eat a celery stick, having only 4 minutes left.

Once seeing that Asonja was finished, the being began moving all the items and such out of the hole.

He groaned and sat back down on the couch. He had a look of jealousy for a moment, but it vanished quickly. "There, I had my freakin' vegetable...disgusting bastards..."

"Once Jason is back you can have meat," The being picked up the couch with Asonja and carried it out with the last of the items... before his arms promptly crumbled from the weight. The being jerked back at this before slowly regrowing the arms.

"Alright...and why did you pick up the couch...?"

"Because you were on it... hm..." He turned to the hole. "We can wait for Jason."

"Alright..." Asonja sat there, looking at his knife. He realized that he accidentally cut his finger after having a flashback like he has PTSD and his brain immediately caught the signal of pain afterwards. He winced, and dropped the knife on the stone ground, making a loud noise.

The being noticed, and then picked up, the knife.

The corner had fresh blood on it. Asonja's cut finger was bleeding and some blood dropped to the floor. Asonja had a look of absolute fear and dread.

The being squeezed at the knife to crush it, but while denting it, his hand began to crack in the process.

Asonja snapped out of his trance and took the being's wrist. "Stop. Leave it alone."

The being's eyes flashed a brief red again, a heating energy beginning to melt the knife in his hand, but immediately after, his eyes flashed white, widening as he dropped the knife, stepping back while shaking his hand.

Asonja pulled his hand back too. He looked at his own hand like he thought he melted the knife.

"What are you doing?" The being asked.

He took his eyes off of his hand. "Nothing...Sorry about that."

"... You aren't me," He picked up the knife. "I don't even have a name."

"I know...you were born today anyway..." Asonja replied.

"Well I need something that I can actually write on paper... though I'd imagine I won't be going to a school any time soon."

"Nah. We'll homeschool you. Jason's better at teaching English and some other languages. I'm more of a Math guy."

"I... guess..." He looked about, his eyes darkening a bit with a frustrated tone asking "What is taking him?"

"I dont know. He doesn't take this long..." He gets up and climbs up the hole. He poked his head out and heard the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke.

"Nevermind...I know where he is now..." He sighed. A giant dragon much like Jason was smashing into the buildings.

"Why is he doing that?"

"He sometimes gives up his urge to destroy cities. It's his passion. Come on, we gotta stop him before he destroy the entire town." Asonja climbs out of the hole and ran to the city.

The being dashed after him. He jumped a few yards into the air, trying to reach Jason, but fell directly after.

"Damn, you jump pretty high. Maybe if we could jump to one of the tallest buildings here, we could talk to him."

"I'm not sure tha-" He was interrupted by his booming landing. Once his legs had repaired from the impact, he began scaling the side of a building.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE ANY COOL POWERS LIKE THAT?!" Asonja yelled from the destruction. Jason looked at the being, a bit surprised that he was the same height as him so quickly

(I didn't say anything about the being growing.  He's still only around 3-4 feet tall right now.)

(I know, I made it look like that he just happened to notice someone scaling the building and was just at the right height to his eye level. Sorry, I didn't mean to make it so confusing x3)

(Is okay)

The being eventually got to the point where he was at the level of Jason, chasing after him via buildings. "What are you doing!?" He yelled over, though he sounded fairly calm.

Jason stopped and growled at him. He swatted at the being, but didn't hit him directly. He automatically concluded that he's out of control and he's trying to gain it back.

"... Alright..." The being clenched both hands, the sand-like surface hardening into a shining heavy metal as he launched himself at Jason.

He hit him square in the face, knocking him back with absurd strength. He hit another building as he collapsed onto his back. He made a noise as he was trying to get back up again.

(Jason hitting the Being or the Being hitting Jason?)

(The being hitting Jason. Sorry)

(Is all good) The being jumped down in front of Jason. He shook his hands, trying to soften them back again but seemed unable. "Can you hear me?"

Jason made another noise, probably giving the assumption that he was. He was still struggling to get up.

"Where's the food?"

He looked down to his stomach, and then back at the being. He ate it.

"..." The being kept looking back and forth between Jason and Jason's stomach, not comprehending at first. When he did, red energy veins began forming at his cracking hands, to say nothing of his eyes. "Change back..."

He yelped and formed back to his normal size. He whimpered, backing away from him now. (Also, I just realized you spelled my name as "Silvia" instead of "Silva" XD)

(By the power of typos I dub thee girlfriend of Mike Wazoski!  *swiggity swoogity*) "... Get, more."

(Oh...shouldn't that be considered....you know?) "B-but I..." Jason tried explaining that he had pretty much wiped out the entire forest by over 2 miles, almost demolishing the population of wild animals.

(Oh my, look at the time. *zoom*) "... Fine..." The energy finally cracked off the being's hands as he began growing new ones. He turned and walked further into the city, looking for any food-producing store.

He followed him, keeping his distance. Luckily there were no humans or any other species. They evacuated, everyone of them. (*Le sigh*)

(Is there a food store near?)

(Yeah. It's the only building that wasn't destroyed XD)

(Of course) He walked into the store.

Jason stayed outside, looking at the destruction he made. He sighed a bit and waited. Asonja did the same but he was trying to climb a building.

The Being eventually walked out with some assortments.

Jason looked at them hungrily, but resented against it as the being would get mad again if he ate them right off the packaging.

"Here," He sat down the food next to the two.

Asonja came over and sat down in front of his portion. Jason's was already gone.

(Jason's what?  His share of the food?)

(Yeah. Sorry, I'm not feeling very good today. I'm feeling more depressed than I've ever been today and it's messing me up a bit.)

(What exactly has you depressed?)

(Society and a friend that I'm talking to right now. He's trying to make me feel better but the way he's saying it is just making me feel worse and he won't leave me alone. I told him to drop the subject and refuses)

(One of those "Feel better for pete's sake!" moments I take it?  If he's not going to leave you alone about it, might as well just tell him that you want him to respect that you don't want to talk about it, and if he doesn't then it's not your fault for just not responding to him anymore.  I get you don't want to be bothered about it, so I'll try not to pester you about it, but I will say that the best advice I have is to pray.  I don't know if you believe in God or not, but I know that at least talking to him about your problems will help, if anything so that it can get off your chest.)

(I mean, I did but the depression has gotten worse. I shortly became Atheist and a Misanthropist. I lost my faith in everything, and I'm just following my future blindly. I dont mean to sound dramatic but that's what's going on right now.)

(I honestly don't think it's dramatic at all.  It's very understandable.  I can't say that I've had the amount of depression you're having before, but at least with God you can talk to someone you know doesn't have the flaws humans have.  He can't give bad advice and he won't keep bothering you to make things worse.  Did you end up as an Atheist because you felt that God wasn't helping?)

(I felt that he wasn't listening. I wasn't given any advice, and I all I had to do was to keep begging for answers. I got nothing and I soon just gave up.)

(Sometimes what we're advised to do is something we don't want to do and so we ignore it, saying that we want something different.  It's very easy to miss what it is because we expect something else.  I mean, who is to say this right now wasn't part of his answer?  Many times when people are at a dark place, he puts people in their lives to remind them that he's still there, and that those people are still there.)

(How would I know what his answer was? I wasn't told by him personally or with some kind of signal of what to do. I may be sounding ignorant at this point by now, but it's what's going through my mind.)

(I think you were, just now.  I think that's what this is, at least part of it.  Whenever I'm not sure what God's wanting me to do, or where he's advising me, I look for verses that talk about the issue I'm facing.  Sometimes I go to people I trust who are strong in Faith.)

(I understand that, but none of my family members are that strong in faith. They believe in God, sure, but they don't go to church. I'm Atheist because of my belief and opinion is, "How can I believe something that doesn't give me answers with my own eyes?" I cannot find anything to help because I'm not TOLD what to look for.)

(Then there's another sign being given right there.  Not going to Church doesn't mean terrible Christian, but at the same time if your family doesn't think Church is important enough to help, then maybe looking for someone who IS strong in Faith to help would be better.  Again, the Bible DOES have answers for any problem.)

(The Bible provides no answers to me. It makes no sense and there's too many to go through. My family are Agnostic Theists. I know nobody who is 100% Christian with strong faith except for my grandmother.)

(How can you say that you're not being given answers, that God isn't answering, and that you don't know what to look for, when you aren't willing to look for it, but in fact deny that it's there?)

(Because I KNOW it isn't there. It wouldn't be there.)

(And how do you know that?)

(I have checked before once. I couldn't find a single thing that relates to my problem because I cannot understand anything in it. It makes no sense and it's just...a jumbled-up mess. It's telling stories that I don't even remotely know what's going on, why and how. I can go on from here but you get my point already.)

(1 Peter 5:6-7

"Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."

Lamentations 3:25

"The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him."

If you're having trouble finding it in the scripture, then ask someone who knows where to look. There was a time in the Bible where Jesus's disciples asked him why he could speak plainly about right and wrong to them but not to the public: why he talked in stories. Jesus told them that it was because the disciples were completely willing to believe him and understand. The public wouldn't just take his word for it, so  he explains it through story, a way that they can understand the meaning.

The Good Samaritan: Selflessness and brotherly beyond humility even toward someone who would call you an enemy.

The Vineyard Tennants: The immediate reward of a sinful lifestyle versus the longterm consequences.

I won't claim that you haven't looked, but I will tell you now that there answers are there. If you're already unsure about what to do and where to go, why not try it anyway? It won't ruin things more than they already are.)

(I know, I would give it a try but I do not own a Bible, I do not know any friends that own a Bible and can help be dicipher it for me to understand it. Like the quotes you gave me just now, I do not understand what they're saying and that they're trying to accomplish.)

(http://www.biblestudytools.com/

http://www.gotquestions.org/

Online Bible and Bible explanations.

If you want me to back off from all this, I will, but to be frank, I don't believe for a second that this was an accident. I know that us talking right now was part of that answer and  I just hope you'll take advantage of that. I'm only saying this because I want the best for you, just like He does, but at the same time I don't want to drown you. I just hope you consider all this. Take all the time you want.)

(I understand dude, really I do. But I just cannot start researching this now. I got school and other things to worry about. I need to brb for dinner. I'll let you know when I come back)

(Just make sure you try when you can.  Either way I have to go for now too so that's fine.  We'll continue later I suppose.)

(I'm back. Ready to continue when you are.)

"You can eat now," The Being said to Asonja.

Asonja felt a bit uneasy at first but he open the packaging and started to eat, little bit little. Jason was stalking up to it, giving Asonja the begging eyes of a dog.

The Being shot Jason a glare.

He yelped and backed away. He sat down back to his original spot. Asonja was still eating.

"Aw c'mon! Hurry up so I can get more fooooooood!" Jason pleaded after watching Asonja eat for a minute.

"What happened to you?" The being asked Jason.

"From the destruction I did or...my sudden hungry appetite?" Jason asked

"Both."

"Oh. Well, the destruction was because I lost control of my instincts. Dragon usually love to destroy cities back then. And my appetite came from me being exhausted and wanting to do more destruction."

"Does that happen often?"

"Not as often anymore. But now it's occurring more often..." He looked a bit embarrassed.

"... We're alone again because of that.  Why not build a room to contain it?"

"I should've thought of that. But we need something stronger than like...Titanium to keep me contained. It's really difficult. And what you saw there at that size...that was about 1/4 of my full size" (Jason was about 400 feet at that time.)

"Then why not go somewhere where others aren't?"

"Well, I would but...those have already been either destroyed by me or someone else....most likely I've already been there." Jason looked over at Asonja, who was looking away and whistling.

"Why can't you stay there?"

"Well, who would want to find out a Dragon is living in a city? Wouldn't that strike you as odd and terrifying if you were a human?" Jason answered with a question.

"I meant areas where no one else is."

"Oh. I haven't found any yet. The only places that I know that barely have people in it is the Sahara Desert. I can probably not fit in it..."

"... How has the government not done anything about all this?"

"They have. I already killed most of their army off...and the Navy....and the Marines...and the Air Force"

"This world is dying isn't it?"

"Well, the government is dying, not the world. A democracy still runs...unless I destroy the rest of the government the world would then go into an Anarchy...THEN destroying the world because all the humans are idiots and they don't know how to run governments well."

"... Why haven't they used nuclear weapons?  Or have they?"

"They haven't used them yet. Since I'm always going for the cities and not in any third-world country, they don't want to destroy the entire city without evacuation. Once everyone evacuates and I'm still there, then they use the nuke." Jason chuckled at that, as if there was something else there.

"...Hm," He looked to Asonja. "I understand why you feel so awful now."

Asonja wasn't even paying attention. He looked up and noticed the being was looking at him. "Huh, what?"

"Why do you stay with Jason?"

He seemed to contemplate on that thought, slowly looking away. "Because it makes me feel protected. When I'm alone in areas in a crowd with nobody to find help, I get panic attacks. Because I know there are people after me and I can't protect myself."

"Jason is only causing damage.  It looks like he is causing your depression."

Jason seemed confused by that. "M-me? Causing his depression? We've only met like...3 months ago and he's acted like this ever since we met." Asonja nodded, seeming to agree with Jason's statement.

The Being looked to Jason. "You are causing death and harm."

"Well, it's what I do! It's...kind of my job. Asonja doesn't really mind that I do these things. He just...watches me all jealous." Asonja shrugged at that, seeming to be in denial about that last part.

"... Asonja," The Being turned to him. "Do you want to leave Jason?"

He shook his head. "I like being with him. He protects me when I need him."

"Is that the only reason?" (Gotta go for a bit)

(Kk. I'll be here until 10:00 PM EST) "Well...yeah pretty much."

"Then I have an offer.  You can teach me about this world, and I will protect you."

"Oh..uh...sure. I could teach you." Asonja says. "I only know it's history. Jason knows the government and politics."

"As long as we aren't destroying anymore building."

"Yeah yeah. I can still destroy buildings, as long as nobody is inside. Like, I could be the building demolish-er for construction men! That'll be my new job .3." Jason smirked a bit, rocking back and forth just thinking about it. Asonja groaned, seeming to have no dream at all.

"... No destroying," The Being tensed.

"Aw come on! It helps me relieve stress. It's much better than cutting yourself." He glared at Asonja when he said this. Asonja looked away from his glare.

"... Stress..." The being's hand grew slightly, red energy forming out. "STRESS!" He pointed his arm to the air, a flickering blasting current of energy flowing out quickly into the air.

Jason yelped and hid behind Asonja, who just looked up at the beam. He was half-jealous and half-surprised.

The beam flickered out of existence eventually, the Being stumbling a bit as his hand slammed down on the ground with a clank. He looked over to them. "If that is what scares you, then be very afraid.  I have been here hours and I have learned two things: I can destroy, and I do not want to."

"I know, I can too." Jason says. "But, since I'm with you and you hate seeing me destroy things, I won't for your sake." Asonja said nothing in this matter since he's powerless.

"... We need to find a way to build... Or find out what we want exactly..."

"I know what Asonja wants; a noogie because he think's he's so powerless." He turned into his 'human' form and got onto Asonja's back, giving him a noogie. Asonja tried getting him off but failed miserably. "AHH NO GET OFF ME!"

The Being gave a shooing motion to Jason. "Seriously, what do either of you want?"

"I want food." Jason says, stopping his noogie attack. Asonja shrugged and said "Power" (Brb dinner)

"Power sounds like a very high-scale desire," He looked to Jason. "Is food your main priority or just when hungry?"

"Just when hungry. And I am hungry." He says. Asonja shrugged again. "Well, it is one of my desires. I just hate feeling weak and...you know ACTUALLY want to fight bad guys. I end up joining them temporarily only to be brought back with Axel and the rest of the gang afterwards. I would like to take care of myself so they won't bother me."

"... Alright," The Being folded his arms. "I want a name, and I want to have an appearance: an identity.  I can provide some form of training for you probably, if anything just a combat punching bag, and," He looked to Jason, "handle food."

Jason sat down, still in his 'human' form, clapping his claws together. "Great idea! How about...uhh...Joe?" Asonja sucker-punched Jason on his scaly shoulder. "Dude, no. Be serious. Maybe...Zauro? No wait, that sounds lame..."

"Let's find a populated area first," The being suggested, a particular stare at Jason, "and control ourselves."

Jason nodded at that, ashamed a bit. "But...I'm hideous though. I don't think anyone would be fond of seeing a 6 foot tall being with hunched-back legs and scales for a body and a lizard head..."

"Well there isn't much we can do about that as far as I can tell... besides, I doubt a faceless noseless person is pleasent either."

"Yeah, that's true. When will those develop?" Jason asked.

"When I learn to smell?" He shrugged. "I can move this mouth and see with these eyes, but I can't find scents or tastes... I can feel  but I think that's through my energy."

"Hmm...maybe if you poke your face right here..." Jason says, making a little circle where a nose would be. "You might be able to smell. I dunno, that's just me. Anyway, lets go ahead and get going."

"Best try a different country... that's my suggestion," The Being started walking.

"I'll get us there. It's not really far from here." Jason suggested, turning into his dragon form about 7 feet tall, able to carry the both of them.

The Being carefully climbed up. "Thank you."

Asonja climbed up too shortly afterwards. After everyone was situated, he blasted off toward the ocean.

"Who was 'Axel'?" The Being asked as they flew.

Jason didnt answer as he was concentrating, so Asonja answered instead. "'Axel' is the leader of this group called the Nimagi Freedom Fighters. I dunno what he does now-a-days but he says that he's training with a god of some kind.."

"... An everyday occurance, training with gods?"

"Not really, no. I don't really have much of a religious taste, anyway..." He mutters.

"If only... And you don't like Axel?"

"Nope. He's rather annoying and smug. Cocky too. He likes taking risks because he's the 'Almighty Grandson' of this other dude or something, I dunno and I don't really quite care."

"... You want to surpass him?"

"....Yes, I do." He admitted

"Then that will be part of the goal."

"What will be part of what goal?" Asonja asks. Jason facepalmed as he flew some more

"Making you stronger... Hopefully by being physically stronger than Axel, you can also become mentally stronger."

"Nice. I could use that help as much as I could get." He says. Jason pitches in, "Maybe if we could find some abandoned buildings, you could destroy them with a single kick. Maybe, I dunno."

"... Hm..." The Being grew his arm a bit more. "I might be able to build things."

"You could always try." Jason says. "Build a small building for him to completely demolish or punch at. Same material as one, but smaller!"

"So far the only material I can make is... this... metal sand..."

"Close enough. Make a Metal Sand Castle." Jason says, snickering a bit.

"Maybe, if we're near a beach.  We should make a list."

"List of things to make? That's the first thing: Metal Sand Castle for him to kick. Or, make a metal punching bag. A beach is actually nearby. It's empty....for obvious reasons..."

"Priorities are on a populated area," The Being steered.

"Alright alright fine. The next populated city is just up ahead."

"Good."

Minutes pass and they land near the next city. Jason landed and shrank to his normal size. "Alright, so what do we do?"

"Let's see how the public reacts to us before we try anything."

"I nominate going first." Jason says, and walks to the center. Some people stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Eventually they all ran off in different directions. "Yup, Knew it. They watch the news..."

"This is why I wanted to leave you behind," The Being groaned. "This isn't going to be easy."

"Actually, it can be. They're just as manipulative." Asonja says and steps in. He calls everyone to stop what they're doing and listen. He explained that this isnt the dragon that was destroying the others towns but instead the 'angel twin' that will basically 'save the city' just by being here. The crowd got quiet and soon nodded, understanding the situation now and they went along their business.

"See, told you." Asonja shrugged. "Apparently they believe about anything..."

"... That actually just worked..." The Being rubbed his slit-eyes.

"Yeah...humans are weird. They believe the media now." Asonja says. A small girl went to Jason and started patting his head. Jason purred, letting her continue.

"You know this means you can't mess up again," The Being warned.

"He knows." Asonja says. "Lets just leave him to the people and lets go ahead and train...since we're in a populated area now."

"Training comes second," The Being corrected. "I need an appearance.  I look like some hellish wrathe."

"Oh right. Stay here and hide your face from anyone. Like...look at this fountain or something while I get you some...clothes." He says, as if he hasnt noticed that in the first place. He went to the nearest clothing store.

"I ne-..." He stopped as Asonja was already off.

He eventually came back with an assortment of clothing that are just his size. "Here, try these."

The Being put on the clothes. (Should I decide on what the clothes are or do you want to?) "I was... more thinking of finding someone to copy the skin-layer appearance of but this helps."

(Nah, you can pick. I run a Democracy Rp .3.) "Well, I mean, you can do that too if you want but with just different clothing." Asonja shrugged.

(A little confused as to the connection there) "True... well let's greet the public..."

"Sure." Asonja put his hands in his pockets. (I'm saying that you do whatever you think is necessary and I'll just follow through.)

(Alrighty then) The white stripe on each side of the dark blue jeans seemed a bit stylized, but it went well enough with the pale-grey t-shirt, though conflicted a bit with the dark gold and grey jacket. The Being walked forward toward any individuals.

A young adult noticed them, and turned to him. "Ah, hello there. You new in town?"

"Very," The Being replied.

"Well that's no big surprise. Most of these people came here from a recent attack from a giant dragon beast thing. Luckily, it's doppleganger is here to help us! How cool is that, to see a real life dragon protecting our city! It's awesome!"

"... Are humans the only ones that live here?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Hmm...funny question to ask but yeah. Humans live here. Except for that dragon who just came in." The adult replied.

"Hm, is that normal?" Honestly he didn't care about the answer, only the opportunity to observe and discover if this is a person he wanted to copy.

"Well, of course! Human and anthropomorphic species are normally rare in human populated towns. The ones that are vice versa are South from here."

(*coughneedadescriptioncouch*) "How far south?"

(Calm yoself I'm gettin' there .3.) "About uhh...2 to 3 miles at the least.." This man was probably a college graduate, 4 years in college, higher than average intelligence. Short brown hair, pale skin, and seems to be wearing dark colored clothing, brown cargo shorts, grey shoes, and a dark green T-shirt. He wore black-rimmed glasses with Hazel eyes.

"Thanks.  Good direction," The Being nodded.

"No problem." He nods. "Say, that hedgehog over there looks familiar..." He says, as he looked at Asonja from afar. He looked a bit suspicious at this point.

"Ever since his..." He gave a rubbing gesture to his face as if to indicate some kind of reshaping, "there have been such statements but he won't tell me what about."

He seemed confused for a moment but answered anyway. "Oh so like internal struggle or conflict?"

"I suppose."

"I wish I was mind reader bud. I'd help ya out if I had the ability to. I got somewhere to go, unfortunately. Nice talking to you...uh...what's your name again?"

"Just a drifter, passing through," He replied. "And likewise."

"Ah. I'm Josh. Anyway, nice talking to ya." He waved goodbye and walked past the being.

The Being waved goodbye before turning to Asonja. "We have a few miles to go."

"Right." He nods and gets Jason. But Jason was already getting some crowd attention.

"... Alright, while he's doing that, we can do some training I suppose."

Asonja hid a groan, but nodded. "Fine, lets do it. There's a field nearby."

"A-... I thought you wanted to train."

"I know but...I have a habit of hating training. I'm not much of a fighter."

"Yet."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked.

"You aren't much of a fighter yeti," He added.

"Yeti- Okay, can we just go train for like 5 minutes or something? I feel Jason's going to be at this for a while..."

As they approached the spot, "Five minutes is probably not long enough."

"I know, I was kidding. I'm not sure how long this'll be for."

"I guess humor is another thing I'll have to work on."

"Nah, it's fine. I take things literally anyway so what's the point of using humor when I'll just take things literally regardless?" He shrugs.

"I suppose..." He looked around. "Is this the place?"

"Yeah, it's not much but it'll do. Nobody really comes in here anyway as it's a 'Bad Omen'. They're highly polytheistic, I forgot to mention..."

"Strange place," (Need area description here) "Alright, what kind of training do you want to do first?"

The field had a few dead grass patches and the grass was a bit tall like it hasn't been touched for months. Not even small organisms lived in the area. "I dunno, you go ahead and choose. I'm practically in your command at this point.."

"... Okay, well, I guess we can start with how much you can carry..." He flexed his hand out to the side, slowly forming a metallic box out next to him that he began hardening.

He watched it, my arms already feeling some Phantom pain as if foreshadowing.

"Hopefully this doesn't just dissolve after I disconnect," The Being sighed. He slid the box to Asonja.

He tried stopping it with his foot but it kept sliding. He quickly moved as it slid a few meters farther than anyone expected, making a line of crushed grass. "Oh boy...I can already tell this is about a ton.."

"I'm really not sure how much," The Being shrugged. "I don't really know the weight of my material... IF there were something to compare it to..."

"Hmm...I know. Make a scale and put a life-size truck on it and move this box to the other side."

"I'm not really sure I can create a scale yet but... just getting the truck will at least give us an idea... One second," He rushed off, coming back with a lone truck. "No one was near it but let's not take too long.."

"Okay. Now take this box and put it on top of the truck. And when I say 3, drop it."

"... Okay," He wasn't sure why this was instructed, but he picked up the box and placed it on the car.

"Okay, 1....2...3" He said. Once he let go of it, the box gave a small dent from the impact, particularly from the strict edges. A large clang indicated that it was at least a fraction of the truck's weight.

"Well...I suppose it's not that bad but still, I don't think I can lift that much..." Asonja says.

"Well try it."

"Okay..." He climbed onto the truck and puts his hands on the box. He proceeds to attempt to lift it.

The Being stepped on to the truck to observe.

He was trying all he can, even with different grips. Still, he didnt even lift the box a single millimeter.

The Being walked over. He took hold of the block, softening it enough to pull off half of it then rehardening it.

"Oh. This'll probably make things easier." He put his hands onto it again and tried again. Still, nothing. This slab of a box was probably about 50 pounds or so.

"... Alright," He halved it once more.

Again, still heavy for him. He managed to lift it about 2 inches before giving out again. "Man, this isn't working out as well as I had hoped..."

"Have you always been unable to lift..." He looked over the block, "twenty-five pounds?"

"Kinda, yeah...I do not lift things often..."

"That may be a physical condition... But I don't see why you can't improve," This time he only cut off a third. "Alright try lifting this.

He managed to lift it, but only for a short period of time before putting it back down again. A good achievement, but still an issue.

"You could try walking for... an hour... lifting the weights repeatedly.  That will get you to a good starting point."

"I suppose that'll work...dunno how this should be done though."

The Being began shaping the blocks into weighted bracelets. "Use those.  They should only be around... five to ten pounds."

He put them on, seeming to be a bit weirded out that they looked much like his spiked bracelets. He switch them out. Feeling the difference. "So do I just jog around for an hour or until these feel weightless?"

"Just an hour each day.  Once you speed up to an extent, we'll increase the weight, then move on to sit-ups."

'Oh god, sit-ups.' Asonja said inside his mind. He said outloud, "Alright, sounds good. Will we start now?"

"Yes."

"Alright...lets go then..." He reluctantly begins by slowly getting off the truck and just walks off around the park.

The Being followed.

He had a bored expression. He just walked normally, his arms lifting a bit like normal.

"Try lifting them repeatedly, in the air."

He didn't seem to know how to do that, but he tried to. He just lifted his arms more as he walked, making it look like a speed walk.

"That's better."

30 minutes pass. He was getting slower, and his arms were getting tired now.

"We have thirty minutes left.  Distract yourself, talk maybe."

"I would but...my lungs are on fire." He panted.

"Alright, then sit for a bit."

He collapsed onto the ground, laying back on the grass, panting heavily.

The Being slowly sat down. "Once you're rested up a bit, we continue.  Do you need water?"

"No, I'm fine..." He says, before taking a deep breath so his lungs would return better faster.

"If you say so."

He was lying, so that he could 'act tough'. The only thing he would be a baby in is when he has to talk about his parents. Or if someone pointed out he was adopted, because he actually was.