Magneto’s powers

I was at the store (Fun n Games) a few days ago and somehow it came up, how cool it would be to have Magneto’s powers. I figured that having them around the barn would be even nicer as it would allow me to open and close gates without having to actually be there.

But then I started paying more attention to the things I do around the barn and how many of them could be done with some handy magnetic powers.

All of the doors in the barn could be unlatched and slid open or closed  allowing me to do so from across the barn in order to let horses out or keep them in their stalls for turn-in and turn-out.

As said before, all of the gates to the paddocks and pastures could be opened and closed. Little tugs on the horses’ halters could have them come in and go out without them actually having to be led.

Fences could be repaired and maintained with a bit of metal bending, perhaps even removing rust. (Dunno if Magneto could do that, doubt the all powerful mutant would ever bother.)

Some halters with metal in the proper places could actually go out and put themselves on horses’ heads, allowing me to bring in the horses I needed for lessons without having to go into the field.

Finding thrown horseshoes in the pasture would be trivial.

Picking up leftover scraps from the farrier would be likewise.

The tractor is entirely metal and so I could run that with the spreader or water the arena with no need to actually be on it.

After thinking about it, the power would be much more useful than I would’ve thought.

Chapter 2.3

He tapped his chin and looked thoughtful. “I think that’s all the rules for now. If you have any more questions, read your information packets. Now for the fun part. As with every tournament, we have a team of talented healers standing by in all cases to make your boo-boos go away. We’ll introduce them now so you recognize them around the grounds. Firstly, the team leader is Duran Wahl who has been a Healer of Madison for almost 50 years now.”

A man had walked up to where David was standing. He was an avian anthro, with dark maroon feathers touched by gray. He bowed to the crowd.

“Nextly is the lovely Paula Jasperson who will delight you with her soft touch, both physically and mentally as the team’s foremost mental health expert.”

The woman who came up had rich brown skin and her hair was done up in dozens of braids that fell all around her head. She lifted her fingers to her lips and blew a kiss to the crowd.

“Other nextly is Jaspel Godwin. You know that achy, tired feeling you get after an exhaustive healing session? Jaspel here is an expert in energy manipulation that will keep such healing side effects to a minimum.”

Jaspel was a man in his mid-thirties who had two antennae coming out of his brown hair. He had a mustache and smiled dazzlingly at the crowd.

“And now lastly, but of course not least is Melanie Griffin. Isn’t she adorable folks? Don’t let her countenance and age fool you. She was talented enough to catch Madison’s eye at such a young age and excels at detail-oriented vein and nerve work.”

Melanie was clearly the youngest of the group, she appeared to only be in her mid teens with waist length powder-blue hair and eyes that remained firmly on the floor.

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Ah David

The perky and friendly announcer. He’s such a great character and we always have fun writing him.

And on another note, I’m actually giving some advertising a shot. So hello if you came through my one and only (for now) ad. I’m a little nervous about the whole idea, but I think it would be fun to have people other than just immediate friends read this story. Plus Project Wonderful makes it pretty easy and most of the webcomics I read use it, so I know it works.

Chapter 2.2

Exactly at 3:00, every television in the building turned on, and every eye went to the most convenient one. The screen showed the logo of the God Warrior’s Tournament with a short jingle.

At the front of the room a young man stood. Probably in his mid-twenties, dressed smartly in a dark gray suit and tie with a white shirt. His well-trimmed short black hair and glasses with rectangular frames, resting near the end of his nose, completed the scholarly look. He brought a microphone to his mouth and pointed at the people in the room. “Citizens of Dragon Village, welcome to the two hundred thirty-seventh quadrennial God Warriors’ Tournament!”

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New char

Hey, it’s Josh! Josh is adopted character of SD’s. When we were starting TCIS, we had posted our character profiles, but the guy who created Josh got into a fight with the leader of the boards, so the guy dropped out of the IS before it really started, but gave his character to SD.

Josh survived quite well…figuratively, not literally? In that he stuck with us through that IS and now into the Ring of Dreams story.

Chapter 2.1

At a quarter to three, Dirk, Kaye, Kyanosa, and Canopus walked into Sydnei’s, the restaurant where the welcoming dinner was to be held. Fashioned of thick-walled wood like most of the village but left unpainted to give it that rustic look, it was conveniently set right near the arena and the combatant housing. Canopus joked that even Kyanosa would be able to find it and was promptly smacked. They passed through the first room, which held five rectangular tables filled with six people each, and into the larger one, filled with three rectangular tables and eight circular ones, across from the front door. They sat at the closest table to the door and looked around.

Dirk nodded. “Lots of seating, televisions in nearly every corner, hopefully some staff…she has a very nice setup here.”

“Hopefully the food’s good. I mean it is free…” Kaye said.

“Oh, it is. I’ve eaten at her place before. And it’s only free to the sixty-four of us.”

“Well good. I’m pretty hungry.” Kaye said.

“I’m famished. When do we eat?” Kyanosa looked around for a waitress.

Dirk shrugged. “I guess when everybody gets here.” He looked around for a second and was met with a flash of black and red as Kyanosa sailed out of his seat and tackled the next person to walk in the room.

“Kyanosa. That’s no way to get service,” Canopus said rolling his eyes.

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Chapter 2.1

The four comrades stepped off the Portal Train along with a throng of other people. Kyanosa looked around, trying to take in everything at once. The train platform, the milling people, Dirk calling him, the expanses of grass, the mountains in the distance, Kaye grabbing his hand, the peaked towers of an arena, the buildings, the streets, and the perfectly clear blue sky.

“Name!” A very short man with circular spectacles on his nose was glaring up at Kyanosa with all of his miget might.

“Who are you?” Kyanosa asked.

“His name is Kyanosa,” Kaye spoke quickly.

“No way! That’s my name too!”

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