|THE RESISTOR|
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Energy and light met and ricocheted off each other in displays of colourful electricity. It sparked dangerously as it shot around the purple and silvery gray haze. As the light and energy and light smacked against each other again, it shot off in different directions branching out into different colors and disappeared into the distance. Lightning traced the walls of a metal dome, containing it within the enclosure of the large circular area. It ran down the sides and spun rays of multicoloured light downwards to the town below.
Energy crackled and gave off intense heat as it mixed with the moisture in the air. Chemical’s reacted with the strikes of lightning and created a vapour that was toxic and a pale green color. The purple electrified haze spread across the area engulfing it in sharp electric waves. It seemed as the whole place was trapped inside the center of a live jellyfish. As the energy hit against the sides of the metal encasement a loud sound erupted, sounding very close to thunder. It was a booming loud crackling sound that bounced around the circular town, sounding louder in some places and quieter in others.
The western hemisphere consisting of a lake and a metal mound resisting on the edge of dock seemed to be lit up, with the electricity mixing with the water. Sparks licked up the sides of the metal Shop. The mechanical enhancements of the area were set off, and shot down the metal street. The town beyond that got a mix of toxic gas, and rain from the connection with the lake. It fogged up the windows of the Bakery A little ways away, in an area closer to the exact center of the circular area, colourful light zapped against the glass of a house covered in vegetation. It wasn’t strong enough to break it, but the sound it emitted was terrible and loud. The lightning that hit the plants caused them to shrivel up. The Greenhouse was only safe on the inside.
Beyond that to the south, the toxic vapour was weaker as it floated down an abandoned and ruined Street. The worn down houses were surrounded by an invisible and weaker form of the gas, and the colourful energy shot branch like over the walls, almost as if tracing the lines of a circuit. The Newspaper Booth was no exception. Similar electrical surges erupted through the town’s uninhabited areas and other streets.
At the far east of the town far from the other places the top of the hill was getting most of the fumes from the toxic vapour, TheTower there was heavily hidden within it, the color now a dark green. The Warehouse and Tent were no different, being so close to the height of the hill.
The jolts of light continued down the sides of the dome and shot back up, gathering in the center of the town, suspended high above a long forgotten Church. It created a large ball of energy that continued to zap with multicoloured light. There, thevapor was pushed away as the energy ball began to pulse, sending waves of electricity and a sharp ringing sound, slicing through the air.
The entire town would hear it. Hours passed as the energy ball continued to grow and slowly the colors and lightning around the town had dispersed then gathered in the center. The fumes of toxic vapor faded, to an almost nothing, including at the peak of the hill. The sky turned into a pale shade of purple as the energy ball grew even larger. The light shining off it brightened the town, as if it was a bright sun, yet it was an eerie pale shade of green.
Then as the last bit of multi colored light came back and joined the glowing orb a beam of light shot down into the precise center of the town. It was neon green in color and sparked with a large shield of sparking light energy.
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And then all at once everything vanished. The “storm” was over. The purple sky faded back to the darkness of 2:45 A.M. The town was back to normal, with all the usual defaults. If people had been able to sleep through the “storm” they wouldn’t have known it had happened. There was only one change.
Lying on the ground buried in the flowers of a rundown church, below a large gaping hole in the ceiling was a pale, pale boy. Teal colored hair spilled over his face as he lay almost deathly still on the ground. His silver and purple clothing seemed to be made of a metallic cloth, unheard of to the Children of Project 21. Upon his head was a pair of black head phones with lights that flickered on and off. A purple sheet of plastic or glass stretched from one headphone to the other making a visor over the boys closed eyes. His entire body sparked with the electricity of the “storm”, a multicoloured circuit running over his skin.
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(ooc: Yay posted! DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME! wait for Prelude's plot point)