Just Another Day...

Variable City; Central City Of New Earth. It was an ordinary place, save for the fact that it could become any type of city or civilization it wanted. Hence the name 'Variable City'. However, most often, it was a typical city with typical structures and people about: Vehicles, buildings, constructs, and civilians.

The Variable Civilians were just as variable as the city itself and could become whatever type of civilian to the city that they wanted. It really did depend on the day and the scenario, but at the end of the day, the NORMAL version of Variable City was a common city. Nothing out of the ordinary nor really extraordinary at all.

People and vehicles hummed through the streets and made their way to places that weren't really important. Yes, the Variable Civilians were just your everyday average variable people.

There was a young woman in a long black dress. She was standing on the corner of the street, leaning against a lamp post. In her hands she held open a large book and she was deeply engrossed in the story. It was a thick book and it would take her some time but she didn't mind that. Her fingers were slender and she was so skinny that it almost looked as if she wasn't there.
Her hair was long and curly. Her curls formed small ringlets at the ends.
She was given the name Darkness. She just preferred D for short. She glance up here and there, to make sure that she didn't get in anyone's way.

As the Variable Civilians were, they did variable things all day and night. They weren't exactly generic, but they also weren't special, either. They more or less were a blend of everything.

That said, D, who was minding her own business, would stand out from all of the Variable Civilians, since her features were more defined and she didn't exactly blend in well, even though the Variable Civilians came in all types. Today they were regular city folk that looked generally the same and had no special attributes or features to them that would make them look any different from the next Variable Civilian. With that, someone was bound to notice D and her book, reading the large book out in the open and not somewhere more private.

"What's she doing?" Whispers could be heard. "Who is that?" some of them asked. The Variable Civilians minded their own business for the most part, but Darkness definitely caught their eye no matter where they went when they passed her. She stood out like a sore thumb.

Still, the Variable Civilians moved on and didn't dwell, though they were made aware of her presence due to her appearance.

D could hear their whispers. She felt that they were being rude. She took a deep breathe and lowered her presence a bit. She also decided to play with all those who bumped her or graced her body. She would give them bad luck. By bring the emotion of sadness and loneliness to the surface of all who have touched her.

There were some people the touched her by accident or even, pushed her as they walked past. Some were holding groceries and other had a hot coffee in hand. Most of her pages had small droplets of coffee on them but she ignored them. The small brown liquid would form into a ball as soon as it touched her pages. Then it would stretch out flat and slowly disappear. However, it was so small that the naked eye wouldn't be able to see it. Here and there. She would wave her hand in front of her book and the particles would scatter.

For those that crossed her path, would instantly feel a bit of sadness. Like a thought popping into their head. Once they got home, it would take over and consume them. It would even drive them to commit suicided without warning. She didn't really care. It was all part of the game.

It was weird. The Variable Civilians did indeed go about their normal day, but there was something amiss with a large number of them that were passing Darkness by. Something about her had driven them to suicide due to serious depression that suddenly came over them, no matter how chipper they were or how good their lives were. This strange spike in activity immediately started making headlines.

"There have been a number of suicides that are well beyond a number of normalcy, though that is not the norm at all in Variable City," the newscaster said, a large screen in the part of the city where it could be seen by a great many -- even Darkness. "We haven't yet come to understand why people are suddenly getting home and committing suicide, and many of them seemed like they were well off, according to neighbors and family."

The news went on and the people became cautious as a whole. "What? I thought she was a happy person!" someone said. "I could have sworn he was just telling me how much he loved his life earlier today," said another. The testimonies went on in the newscast and also within the crowd, which suddenly became congested due to their growing fear of whatever was causing this to happen.

A small smirk crossed D's face. She looked down at the page she was on and the gently closed her book. She wrapped her fingers around the spine of her book and had it facing upward towards her. She straightened up and started heading to the park. Since she was in a better mood, she started to relax a little. Those that walked past her would experience surreal joy and excitement. She wanted the world to be a bit more generous.
When she walked past someone, she wanted them to feel gratitude and love for other human beings. She wanted to bring out what was already there but tenfold.
So some people that walked past her, would only make it up the block before they started handing out a thick stack of bills. Most would give it to the homeless but some other would give to the person beside them. She wanted to create a strange form of chaos. Extreme happiness and extreme sadness.

The strange activity continued on within Variable City, the civilians suddenly becoming joyous as they passed D by. There were those that were on the brink of debt that still handed out money they needed for paying their bills out of this sudden lackadaisical joy and sense of generosity that came over them. There were people who helped out others that seemed like they were in need, thoughtlessly of themselves. This created a stir roundabout that made the Variable Civilians more pleasant inside, but unwise physically. They started to join together in love and harmony, some becoming couples and others becoming 'friends with benefits', and some even becoming friends.

But the sense of joy after hearing about the suicides was unnatural. It didn't seem to bother them and neither did the suicides... Well, at least not the people that passed Darkness by. The rest of the city was still mortified, and now stupefied, by what was going on. They could not believe that there were people who were suddenly being so carefree in a time of crisis. They tried to converse and convince each other that it was problematic, but nothing changed their minds once they'd been influenced.

This caused a certain type of chaos in the city that stemmed from disagreements and general disapproval, the still rational people feeling a sense of upset about the extremely sad and extremely happy people that were going around. They knew it was unnatural. So they started to talk amongst themselves. "Why are they not afraid?" was heard every here and there. "What is making them so uncaring?" was another tidbit that could be heard.

Whispers ruled the city.

D had finally made her way over to the park. The birds were chirping loudly and the breeze was hitting her hair just right. She made her way over to the bench and plopped her down. She place her book in her lap and begin to read again.
"That is enough chaos for one day."
She then split her feeling into two vibrations. The people on her left would experience extreme sadness and those on her right pure bliss. However, she gave it a bit of a push. This would only be experience while 100 yards away from her. She still wanted to have fun with this new place.
She quickly turned the page and scanned the pages quickly.

The people passing Darkness by were now experiencing two extremes of emotions. They weren't just happy or sad, they were ecstatic or depressed, and this was happening within quite the radius of her. Anyone outside of the radius was unaffected, but were still feeling the effects of their fellow civilians going around suddenly in manic states of highs or lows. "What is wrong with them?" people finally started to say in a way that was more drastic than before, "Are they going insane?" It all seemed like insanity to them, these people acting so strangely so suddenly and not being able to be convinced out of it.

Before long, Variable City was in serious disarray.

D has fallen asleep with her hand resting on the page. The breeze was so gentle that it did not wake her.
She was in a deep sleep. Dreaming about the stars and space. She was just floating around looking at the gas in the galaxy.
It was so peaceful.
Floating. It felt like being a feather, just sitting on top of the water.
She was drooling a bit. There was a small smile on her face. A tiny bit of drool dripped down the corner of her mouth. A homeless man came and sat right by her. He touched her and he was instantly transported into space next to her.
"Oh no."
He died instantly because he couldn't breathe.
"I hate it when they touch me."
She gave a big sigh and started looking for the sun. She just wanted to gaze into it for a little bit.

Now, there was one person within the range of Darkness' presence that was completely unaffected by the mood swings she could inflict on these regular people. It was the justified ruler of the planet, -- beyond his daughter, whom he'd given the planet to -- who had special powers of his own to keep himself stable.

But he did feel the difference.

"Woah," Tomon, the walking gray-skinned man clad in all black casual attire said, "What's That Wavelength Goin' Around Here?" His hair was pitch black and a large clump of it spilled over one of his night black eyes. "This Ain't Natural." He had the power to see and understand wavelengths, so it was a simple task to find out where this strange one was coming from.

When he made his way to Darkness, hands in his pocket, he looked at her with tired, sunken eyes and asked her blatantly, "What Are You Doing?" He didn't specify as to what he was referring to purposefully, as to see what her response would be before he addressed the issue and whether or not she was doing it on purpose.

As it turned out, the young woman was a rather severely misunderstood and was taking out her feelings on the masses. Granted, it wasn't exactly the most ethical thing, and clearly had some repercussions that ended up damaging whomever was incapable of defending themselves against it. Sure. All of that. But whatever was inspiring her to do it was what the problem was, and though it was probably well within his mind to just put her out of her misery immediately and end it right there... He was far more aware of causality than she was. Even if she did all of this because she wanted to get caught and killed and just wanted to cause as much mischief as possible before inevitably ending it all, it was still better for her to be alive... One, to crush her dreams and force her to do it herself, first and foremost... But also, to let her suffer the consequences, both good and bad. Things could always go either way, but she either didn't know or had given up on that. So, without telling her, he was going to bring that possibility back within her grasp.

From the residual wavelengths that lingered in the area, as well as the very obvious abnormalities that had suddenly been occurring, even long before he got there, they were each centered at this location; emanating from her place. Waves weren't very easy to track, but to those that could, it became very obvious about their patterns after a while. Hers seemed to stem from her emotions, or were associated with them in some fashion. Fine. She was clearly a projector that internalized those feelings rather than externally projecting them, such as with outward expression or physicality. Okay. One could infer that this came from a personal background that shouldn't be looked too deeply into, for whatever reason, yet came out from her because it had a great effect on her that she didn't want to outwardly express, but it came out of her anyway indirectly. Cool.

Problem was, she shouldn't have been causing problems for other people just because that's what happened to her. The injustice that happened to her, nine times out of ten, was probably not their problem. If it was, then that was because of an indirect effect which could be led up to in time. What was first was usually dealing with the immediate aggressors.

Tomon blinked as he waited for her, staring into her eyes with his tired ones half open, a void-like ring around them that seemed abysmal. "... Kay. Whatever." He blinked once more. "... Just Try To Be Considerate Of Other Peoples' Feelings." The words he said seemed arbitrary, but they hinted at his knowing, considering he noted 'Feelings', from which her own powers stemmed. At that moment, a certain specific wavelength should have sharply pierced her heart, Tomon's intent also shooting up into her brain on the same wavelength, despite different mediums being involved. This allowed her mind to register his intent just the way she felt it. That would trigger a resonance between his power and hers, causing a powerful shift to occur based on all of the other wavelengths affected by her.

He walked away nonchalantly, somewhat lazily, and up toward his destination, Wing Dynasty. He was gonna pop on by and get some wings he'd been craving that day and also go smoke a blunt, because it was just one of those days. The farther away he got from Darkness, however, the more peculiar things should have started happening. Firstly, her own abilities should have been inverted to where instead of others being affected by her, she was affected by them, and to the degree that she affected them, as per her own powers being turned inside out. Next, the issues of others that would regularly be kept to them would be focused on her, and she would feel their problems as if they were her own, as well as their emotions. Finally, the severity seemed to increase the farther away she and Tomon were separated. This was to make it seem like it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her. That way, she wouldn't think to try to find him specifically, since he didn't do anything abnormal, but she did.

So as all of that clusterfuck of stuff would go down and do whatever it would to her, Tomon would get his chicken wings from Wing Dynasty and go for a blunt and head to a place in the Variable City to eat said wings and smoke said blunt, all to himself.

He thought about a cool movie that he watched.

An immaculate noise resounded through the air like the chiming of a bell of a strange metal, the ringing resonant and of different frequencies. Before long, a golden pumpkin with a face on it spontaneously appeared before Tomon, looking at him. It had large green transparent crystal wings on it, and behind it, crystalline yellow petals were manifesting in some sort of path. On the trail of crystal petals was a large spectral pirate ship that would be guided toward wherever the Gold Pumpkinhead was.

"Rise From Your Grave," spoke a womanly voice projected from the Gold Pumpkinhead, the giant Black Sand Pirate ship following the Crystal Petals to where the Crystal Wings sent the Gold Pumpkinhead, "I Summon The Power." Tomon, who was greeted by someone of his own personage, Girl Tymon, Taijitu, would be beckoned to beget the Forbidden Access, since Taijitu had formally bypassed any such blockages which would prevent Forbidden Access. Tomon should have easily known what she meant, especially because he was but a mere vessel to the greater powers of himself mostly. Forbidden One or not, he had a purpose to the rest of the Tymons, and though it tied into his being The Forbidden One, it didn't detract from the base functionality of his being, which was to be physical -- a body; a vessel. "Hachibadda."

The lazy and tired, lackadaisical Tomon was more or less out of it by now, looking at the sky and whatever. He was surely bored out of his mind, but he was also happy to relax and rest. Yet, as it was customary, some shit was going down in the Veritas, and this time, it drew him into it, which was rare for him. He was really only a meat sack most of the time, and he liked that because it meant he didn't get called on to do things too much, but the nature of this visit had more serious and pressing undertones. "... Is That So...?" Tomon inquired with an uncharacteristic refinement about his tone, "... Well Then, Rev Up Those Fryers..." he went on, rising from the ground and gaining enthusiasm about what was to come, invigorating him and filling him with energy.

The instant he touched the Gold Pumpkinhead, he adorned it, as he was meant to do. Whilst normally, his nature as the Forbidden One granted him exclusivity to the utility of the Pumpkin Head in order to ascend to the Fourth Restriction from the Third Restriction he was at to become Pumpkinhead, but the full extent of 'The Forbidden One' was widely kept under wraps so no one would ever discover the true magnitude of his importance. He was like a secret agent, or a special unit, and in fact was also heavily involved with the Trunade.

Then again, he technically was heavily involved in all of the operations of the Veritas, because another thing about what made him The Forbidden One was his exclusive personal VIP executive administrative access to literally any and everything about the Veritas. He did very little, but reaped all of the rewards, and many of his tasks were simple, like be a flesh, or be a meat sack, or be a meat shield, or be a vessel, or things along those lines. His usefulness served for keeping up appearances, especially with his personality. When he was tired or low on energy, he was very unremarkable, and extremely reclusive. But once he got a good amount of energy, that's when he started to shine.

"HO, SIS!!!" shouted Tomon as unfathomable power entered him through the Gold Pumpkinhead, "BRO, ARE YOU IN UNLIMITED MODE RIGHT NOW? OH FUCKIN-- ABSORPTION." Opening the pit of the bowels of the recesses of the depths of the abyss of the black hole of the void of his Devourist being, Tomon started to draw in the Unlimited Energy from the Unlimited Mode that Taijitu was in through the Gold Pumpkinhead. The Gold Pumpkinhead was supposed to turn him into Taijitu or combine their powers, but since she was in Unlimited Mode when she got to him, he was filled with just that amount of power.

Something came over Tomon at that point; likely due to the surplus of energy, it overcharged all of his neurons and nerves and increased the potentiality of his being in accordance to the Unlimited Energy. The clarity of the Gold Pumpkinhead allowed all of his senses to be finely attuned and completely cleansed, allowing greater focus and magnitude. "Uh Oh... I See It... I SEE IT." He rose into the air, synchronizing his vision and mind with the other Tymons. "... The Money Shot." The Money Shot was something of a legend to Tymon. He had seen it on scarce occasions in lesser degrees, but even then, it was scarce, and there hadn't been payoff yet, which is what made this succession of Money Shots so quaint; they were stacking -- building upon each other.

Gaining interest.

But this time... This Money Shot was different.

"... Inverted Absorption," Tomon called, causing himself to be absorbed into the Gold Pumpkinhead. "If We're Going To Hit This Jackpot And Get Out The Jam, We Will Need A Back Door, A Trap Door, A Trap, A Traphouse, A Dollhouse, And The Help Of The Other Restrictions. If You've Come Sequentially, Then You Already Have Begun The Process From The First To Me, The Third. But Now, We Must Go To The Fourth, And Inquire Of The Pumpkinhead As The Archsage Witch Doctor, Nightstorm Badass. If We Don't Talk To The Badass, We Won't Have Anyone Tending To The Energy. With Someone Constantly Controlling Energy, We Will Have More Maneuverability And Flexibility And Less Chance For Mishaps." Tomon assimilated with the Gold Pumpkinhead so that he wouldn't have to be at the forefront of everything, but could still tag along for the ride. "Gold Pumpkinhead Should Be Able To Handle The Navigation."