Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160601204413/@comment-5543592-20160602004454

The Boss cried out, collapsing to a knee as the rubble crashed down onto him, falling onto his shoulders, the room rubbled and metal clang as it came down.

However, instead of being squashed like a pancake, his shoulders were apparently as sturdy as steel, because the material impact, he bore the weight of the debris for a second, and then it fell away. Strength flowed through him once again.

He stared down at the unlocked door, the lock drawn aside, then shoved it open.

Immediately, there was a wave of something that hit him, almost like nausea, but not sickening. It was almost a call, of some sort, a reflex, urging him to reach out and act.

Is this how Tanner felt? Suddenly surging with power? Tanner had seemed ignorant of it, although his douse in the vat hadn't been to grant power.

The Boss realized he could do so much more than unlock doors. The world around him was but cloth, and he the scissors.

But at the same time, he knew there was a price.

The original psykers, the four the Master had created, and the Master himself, had been insane. Completely crazy. The Boss had understood little of why, although he naturally assumed that the statement 'power corrupts' was more literal than he took it to be, but it wasn't that exactly.

FEV had diferent effects on certain people. A pure human became a super mutant with a high degree of intelligence. A human who had been exposed to a deal of radiation and had mutated ancestry was turned into an idiot with beastial strength. Impure humans who were exposed to FEV, like the Master, or suffered extreme defects in exchange for powerful abilities.

FEV was unpredictable-- it sometimes turned people into ghouls, or caused plants to grow out of their heads.

But an absolutely pure human, who under went the same process the Master had gone, but who had been scortched by radiation to become a ghoul-- what effect did FEV have on him?

The Boss knew there were side effects, but they were... hidden. He'd isolated Tanner's side effects, he'd formated the strain to be unique to the boy, after all, mental illness wouldn't affect Tanner until late in life. But the Boss already felt his. Even with that small burst of power, used to only unlock a door, already thoughts crept into his head that he wouldn't have had on his own. Voices that told him to draw in more of the power. Voices that told him what he could do with that power: all the rights he could wrong, all the solutions that he now held in the palm of his hand. And the Boss knew that, if he choose to draw in the power, the voices would become louder, and he soon he wouldn't be able to ignore them. That if he drew on the power too much, the voices in his head would rule him.

It was the day after that when he'd started really mumbling to himself. The group had passed it off as the grumblings of an old man, not the intense, inner dialogue of a rambling schizophrenic.

The Boss rose for the second time, even more sure of step than he had been after getting through the coils. In fact, he seemed my alive than he had been when he'd gone down into the reactor level. He rounded one of the fixtures that the coils were attached to, and his eyes landed on the fusion core, not far now.

Bolts outright struck down at him now, but seemed to be repelled by something, as if the air around him were made of rubber.