The Upper-Class Want Superpowers Too(Mathew/Spec?)

[Adrian]

It was very late in the night. Somewhere past 2 o' clock. Most anyone else who would have been asleep, or moved on to more interesting pursuits than hanging around the Golden Gate Park. Not Adrian, however. He had sent a text to Mathew, giving him a fairly simple message.

Mathew, its Adrian. Meet me at the golden gate park. Its time I became a superhero too.

Maybe a little cryptic, but thanks to the jokes between them, it should be pretty obvious what Adrian was looking for: Qi Training. Anyway, as he stood there, dressed in his Alternate Outfit (har har), pacing back and forth occasionally, waiting for Mathew to show up. He was sure that he would, he just didn't know when.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew groaned when he heard the sound of his phone going off, signaling that he had a text. His hand moved slapping around on the dresser looking for his phone without opening his eyes. After about three tries he found it and pulled it in front of his face opening it. He closed his eyes at the blinding light of the screen, something he had not been ready for. Waiting a second he slowly opened his eyes to see that it was Adrian that texted him. Reading the text he frowned turning his head to look at the clock his frown deepened.

Fucking Adrian. Doesn't he know what time it is!

Mathew debated staying in bed, but he had told Adrian he would do this. He just wasn't expecting it at two in the fucking morning. He was going to kill that rich kid. Rolling out of bed Mathew grabbed the clothing on the floor from the day before. He was going to skip a shower, though it would serve Adrian right standing out there waiting.

Mathew went straight to the park pulling up not twenty minutes later, still pissed and grumbling under his breath about how he was going to fucking kill Adrian.

"You couldn't fucking wait until morning?" Mathew barked out as soon as he got close to Adrian, he was angry. That was for sure, there would be no doubt that Adrian pissed Mathew off. He was obviously not going to pull any punches with him tonight. Not if Adrian was going to wake him up while it was still fucking dark!

[Adrian]

"Yeah, sure, let's go to a heavily populated area and start CREATING EARTHQUAKES with our 'inner powers' while there are enough people around to call the police on us. Great idea, Amtrum. Let's just go home."

Adrian lowered his head and raised an eyebrow, looking at Mathew like he was an idiot. Certainly, Adrian could understand the older boy's frustration at being woken up, but still, once the sleep cleared from his eyes and his mind, Mathew was sure to realize the prudency of the time.

"I'm sorry," Adrian said, without even thinking about it and immediately regretting actually apologizing to Mathew. Either way, it was out, so he felt like he had to follow up. Ugh. "But this was the best time and we both know it. So, tell me,"

Adrian pulled his gloves tighter upon his hands and rolled his shoulders before looking back at Mathew again. If the Earth Dragon was close enough, he'd recognize the Reaper symbol sewn into the base of each glove.

"How do we do this? You just beat the hell out of me until I unlock my inner spirit or something? If so... can we not aim for the face?"

Adrian smirked, unaware of how right he might possibly be.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew knew that Adrian was right, it didn't mean he had to admit it. He was tired and he was cranky. He wanted to make Adrian pay, but beating him to a pulp wasn't going to do it. Well it wasn't going to do it on it's own. If that was the case a lot more people would have their Qi unlocked. No fighting was a part of it, well not the only way to reach it, but the way Mathew knew how to do it.

He yawned again, still not quite over the sleep he had been rudely awakened from. His eyes caught the white pattern on Adrian's glove, the Reaper Symbol. He couldn't help but smile at that, happy that Adrian was taking it to heart. That was good.

"We will get to me beating your ass in a second. First I need you to close your eyes and relax. Take a few deep breaths and tell me what you feel. Don't worry if you don't feel anything yet. But we are going to try and see if you can even feel the energy inside of you. Morphing it and using it comes later." He said before yawning again.

[Adrian]

"Alright...." Adrian spoke, his words trailing off as he did as he was told. His mind screamed at him, telling him this was just a setup and Mathew would use it as an opening to destroy him, but Adrian railed against his more conscious mind, if at least for the moment.

Adrian attempted to relax, something he didn't do particularly often. Being a boxer, and a generally stand-offish person at heart, Adrian was tense all the time. He tried to relax himself, and found it difficult standing up. So, eyes still closed, he lowered himself to a sitting position. He found himself sitting cross-legged on the grasy knoll, his hands down at his sides, and after what felt like hours of meditation, but in reality was only about a minute, something sparked within the boy.

Quite literally.

"It..." Adrian began, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter as if that would help his inner focus, "I see a... spark... or something. It's small... but the center of it is very bright..."

Adrian continued to keep his eyes shut, trying to focus on that spark. With luck, it could soon catch into a full-on flame.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was a bit surprised when Adrian said he had felt something already. That was a good sign, maybe he would be able to use it soon. Though there was still work to do. It was one thing to sit down and relax and feel for it. Quite another to feel it in high stress situations. Still he was doing good and should be praised.

"Good job, now focus on that feeling. Embrace it." He said as he focused his own Qi in to his hand, watching Adrian's face as he tried to do as Mathew said. He had found the power, even if he couldn't use it. Now he would learn to hold on to it. This is where the ass kicking would come in.

Feeling it course through his hand Mathew flexed it a few times before shooting his arm outward, aiming to slam his palm right in to Adrian's shoulder, his Qi lighting his pain nerves on fire. He would see if Adrian could keep a hold on his Qi still.

[Adrian]

Adrian nodded, his eyes still closed, as he focused on the spark of his inner spirit. As he focused on it, attempting to holds its image in his head as best he could, the spark would suddenly flicker unexpectedly, over and over, pulsating in a way Adrian had not seen as of yet. Before he could understand what that meant, however, Mathew's Quivering Palm hit him in the shoulder, causing his eyes to bulge open and his mouth to exhale in a quick gasp as he rolled into the ground, gripping his shoulder. Of course, the flame had been lost.

When the pain subsided, Adrian resumed a sitting position, and glared at Mathew. "One more time," Adrian said, closing his eyes. Now that he knew what he was looking for, finding that tiny little spark wasn't quite as hard, but it was still a bit of a trick. All that would remain was for Mathew to try something else this time.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was done letting him concentrate. He figured out how to do it, now he would need to learn to do it on the fly. Given he would need a lot more time of just learning to reach it. But Mathew wasn't a patient teacher. He expected his students to grow and grow fast, just as he had. It didn't matter that he was an exception to the rule, he wasn't concerned with that. Pushing them hard would make them grow fast and strong.

This time Mathew would send a powerful crescent kick at Adrian's head. The same kick that knocked him out in their first fight. Though Adrian was a bit tougher now. Still it was sure to disrupt his concentration. Meaning Adrian would have to learn to focus his Qi faster, find it, grab it, and someday use it. Though they wouldn't be covering it's use tonight. It would be hard enough to hold on to it without making it do anything.

[Adrian]

As Adrian kept a lock on his spark, it began to flicker again. This time, however, Adrian put two and two together, and braced himself. The Quivering palm didn't come this time, however, a hard crescent kick did. Adrian, of course, had no idea what hit him, he just know something nailed him hard. He could feel it, though, beforehand, thanks to the flickering of his spark. Thus, he took the blow, sprawling across the field, splayed out, but his eyes remained close, and his mind on the spark.

It tried to fade back further into him, but Adrian chased it inwardly, keeping it in focus. He fought internally with it for a few moments, the throbbing pain in his head constantly trying to make him think of it instead of the spark. Adrian wouldn't give up, though, and simply used his frustration and rage to fuel it.

And when he did that, he could've sworn he saw the spark get bigger.

By this point, however, he had been layed out on the ground for quite some time, and Mathew might have even though he was unconscious again. Finally, however, Adrian would speak again, his voice oddly serene, a tone that surprised even him.

"... I still have it Mathew. Nice kick, by the way. Felt familiar." He would smile through his closed eyes. Somehow, he could tell that Mathew had kicked him, and even the type of kick, to an extent. Was this inner power?

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Good for you Adrian. We are done for tonight. I really don't feel like smashing your head in more then I have to right now. Besides I am tired." He said yawning once again. He was giving Adrian excuses, but the truth was he didn't want to push him to hard. Sure he was going to push him, and push him hard. But to much to fast would make him lose progress. He did good today, they would do it again tomorrow.

"We do this again tomorrow. Ok?" He asked as he walked over to the young Hanlon and offered him his hand. A small hint of a smile on his face. He was proud of Adrian, for his first time he did well. A lot better then Mathew had done. Well sort of, Mathew's Qi had always been active. But never one he could control. It had been hard to learn how to focus that aura in to what he had today. But it was worth it.

"You did good." He added, begrudgingly, but added all the same. There was no reason to not encourage the boy. A spoiled rich kid like Adrian probably needed it anyway.

[Adrian]

Adrian's eyes would open, and then regard Mathew with confusion. "That's it?" he would say as he finished, accepting the hand back up to his feet. "We're done?"

"Oh," Adrian would remember suddenly, as if Mathew hadn't said it to him JUST a second or two ago. "....thanks. Thanks for your help. I appreciate it."

Adrian was rather awkward with his acceptance and his thanks, as one would expect of the prideful boy. To avoid any unnecessary hugs or anything after, Adrian would quickly jump to the next point.

"You said tomorrow, right? I can do that. Just give me a call, text, whatever. You can even make it this late at night if you want. I guess I'll head back then," Adrian said, shrugging as he grabbed the bag he had brought with him and headed back down towards his vehicle. As he passed Mathew, however, he couldn't help but smile. He had definitely felt it, that inner power within him. It had alerted him to an attack when his other main senses did not. If that was what a poorly focused, untrained Qi could do, then what could one that was properly attuned do?

--Exit Adrian--