Post by mwd2025 on May 24, 2021 10:07:57 GMT -7
He figured it'd be a good time to train his abilities. Preferably in a secluded location, a warehouse would do. So after a few minutes of searching he found the AFD warehouse in newyork. He decided to go in the night, so after a few hours of waiting. Spending his time either doing homework or walking around it was time.
The teenager would take out his paintbrush, press the button atop the bristle as it turned into a staff-like weapon. His outfit would then be literally brushed onto himself like a canvas. Consisting of various colors as it moved along his body like a psychedelic video.
"Lets see what this baby can do." He first tried out the red paint, the staff's properties would initiate the red paint into the bristle as it changed. Its gauge would be completely full at this point. In a downard motion it would make a blob of paint go in a straight line. The resulting dummies would be covered in the substance with no ill effect whatsoever. The red would still be covered amongst the bristle. Dripping amongst the ground below him.
"Lets try blue." He would condense his paint into a single point, as it released small balls of paint towards the dummies. Each one falling to the ground or receiving injuries. Mixing the two colors it shook before making a new one. Orange, curiously he spread it across the ground to see its effects. At first it didn't seen like much but after taking a single step it was obvious.
"I gotta get better. Who knows what I'll be facing yet, hell even those famous heroes may be some trouble."
He looked down at his staff and pressed the button, the once normal bristle began to be covered in blue paint. Its cartage beginning to dissipate slowly.
Injecting the weapon with orange paint he began spreading it across the ground. Before gripping his feet into the paint, heading off at blazing speeds. Or at least what he currently can go. He slid across the ground and around the tracks. However as he tried to make more his staff indicated that his paint was low via a sound. And then it stopped, causing him to go several feet forward and into the hard comcrete.
"Damn..I gotta get used to these paint colors. He would stand up, placing a hand on his back as he groaned in pain spitting out a bit of blood. Getting up he felt something along his back. He began to walk like it didn't really belong, every single step became nothing but another thorn along his sides. All he needed was some rest and he'll be good as knew, before departing he would press the button on the staff. Its size beginning to dissipate and return to a normal paint brush. Placing it along his side pocket for later usage, for now schoolwork was next.
He looked at the building above, seeijg the dummies covered in paint as the heat lingered among them both. Perhaps it'll harden up like usual, if it does a lot of work will be done to remove the paint. Might her a chisel or something. Who knows.
The teenager would take out his paintbrush, press the button atop the bristle as it turned into a staff-like weapon. His outfit would then be literally brushed onto himself like a canvas. Consisting of various colors as it moved along his body like a psychedelic video.
"Lets see what this baby can do." He first tried out the red paint, the staff's properties would initiate the red paint into the bristle as it changed. Its gauge would be completely full at this point. In a downard motion it would make a blob of paint go in a straight line. The resulting dummies would be covered in the substance with no ill effect whatsoever. The red would still be covered amongst the bristle. Dripping amongst the ground below him.
"Lets try blue." He would condense his paint into a single point, as it released small balls of paint towards the dummies. Each one falling to the ground or receiving injuries. Mixing the two colors it shook before making a new one. Orange, curiously he spread it across the ground to see its effects. At first it didn't seen like much but after taking a single step it was obvious.
"I gotta get better. Who knows what I'll be facing yet, hell even those famous heroes may be some trouble."
He looked down at his staff and pressed the button, the once normal bristle began to be covered in blue paint. Its cartage beginning to dissipate slowly.
Injecting the weapon with orange paint he began spreading it across the ground. Before gripping his feet into the paint, heading off at blazing speeds. Or at least what he currently can go. He slid across the ground and around the tracks. However as he tried to make more his staff indicated that his paint was low via a sound. And then it stopped, causing him to go several feet forward and into the hard comcrete.
"Damn..I gotta get used to these paint colors. He would stand up, placing a hand on his back as he groaned in pain spitting out a bit of blood. Getting up he felt something along his back. He began to walk like it didn't really belong, every single step became nothing but another thorn along his sides. All he needed was some rest and he'll be good as knew, before departing he would press the button on the staff. Its size beginning to dissipate and return to a normal paint brush. Placing it along his side pocket for later usage, for now schoolwork was next.
He looked at the building above, seeijg the dummies covered in paint as the heat lingered among them both. Perhaps it'll harden up like usual, if it does a lot of work will be done to remove the paint. Might her a chisel or something. Who knows.