Post by Jason on Apr 16, 2020 20:12:29 GMT -4
When he'd gotten back from to The States three weeks ago he had done so with every intention of becoming a Pro. One week ago he officially was. It was one of those amazing highs, quickly tempered by what that document meant, for him and those around him. He'd be a Pro. The real deal. He had no clue where to start, there was a thousand things to do; find a place to set up shop, make a splash, start doing the hard work. Basically become a Hero. He also needed a suit before long. It was only 8 hours ago he'd been abruptly kicked out of his childhood home. "A hero can't live with his parents forever" his mother had jokingly stated. This house was a gift from them, or the down payment was, he'd have to pay the rest on his own. And he was hero, on government payroll and everything. It's not like he couldn't. He was a hero. He can't stop repeating it, and the stupid grin that followed every time was unavoidable. It felt too good to have finally started.
It had taken the rest of the day to pack up and move what little he'd brought back from the States to the new place. He watched from the back porch as sun started to set with a letter he kept not reading from a mind running wild with ideas. The letter, like the keys to this house, had been packed into the back of his father's car, his car, the last few things left in the house and a sealed box. All four were a gift from his parents though he knew that all this was probably his father's plan; it was the kind of gesture he went for, as practical as it was symbolic. The two understood one another well. But after a moment or two attempting to guess what was in the box he finally opened the letter, keen to see what was inside.
2108, the case clicks open, revealing three components and in them is R-V1, Reverb Version 1. He'd designed the armor as a middle schooler and spent the better part of his teen years making it workable. The actual look and feel of it was made after one of those more modern type american heroes, less cape and more practical. In the end he'd made a suit made of kevlar, some street style pants which was armored in the most important places, a white torn hoodie to complete the look. The prize was a bright red mask, he thought it was distinct enough that anyone would know it. That was the point of it, to make an impression. Now here it all was, neatly folded and sorted into three compartments. on the inside of the suit and the helmet were the symbols of a mountain. Summit. The name of his father's workshop.
He'd have unfolded it right there if he didn't want to leave it looking perfect till the day he needed it. He moved to close the case and as he does numbers start running through his head. Time to order all the components, 3 weeks; time to plan, 1 week, time to cut, 3 days; time to stress test, 1 day. There was no way this was the work of an afternoon, all that time at his father's shop meant he knew it for a fact. It was a moment worth smiling about, since it meant that R-V1 had been in the works since just after his graduation. Guess his father had always known what his son would become. And he was willing to bet thousand in materials on it. Jason closes the case and with a smile places it on his bedside. He won't put it on yet. He'll enjoy one more night not as a hero, but a smiling fool, grateful for a good life.
It had taken the rest of the day to pack up and move what little he'd brought back from the States to the new place. He watched from the back porch as sun started to set with a letter he kept not reading from a mind running wild with ideas. The letter, like the keys to this house, had been packed into the back of his father's car, his car, the last few things left in the house and a sealed box. All four were a gift from his parents though he knew that all this was probably his father's plan; it was the kind of gesture he went for, as practical as it was symbolic. The two understood one another well. But after a moment or two attempting to guess what was in the box he finally opened the letter, keen to see what was inside.
Jason,
We hope you like your new place, we've probably just seen you not two hours ago but know we already miss you. It's been nearly 22 years watching as you grew up. You are every bit the hero your determined mind set out to be since you were a little kid. YOu know it's not always the life we wanted for you, but you've more than earned your right to choose. From here on out you've got this, you know who you are, you know what you want, so you can do this. Be as careful as you can be, you've lived with your power the longest, you know what it can do.
I We know there's not piece of advice we can give that you probably haven't considered at least once. Sooo instead we'll say enjoy your new home. An old car to take you to a new home filled with a new purpose. We're so proud of the man you've become. We know you can help the people around you.
By now you found the box. The code is 2108. Have a look inside.
Love,
Mom and Dad
P.S. In case you were wondering what's in it, Dad found one of your old schematics. R-V1 ring any bells?
The box. If it was possible his grin grew wider. It lay in his bedroom unchecked though that would change soon enough. He allowed himself the joy of watching the sun, why rush when it and he were going nowhere fast that night. Still he couldn't help but smile as the sun dipped. Despite a rather abrupt start, it was shaping to be quite a nice evening. A new chapter, a first step on the road ahead. Like they said it would be. He got up and after fumbling for a minute found the light switches he needed, that'll be fun to relearn. Heading upstairs he repeats the guessing game for a bit more before finally turning all the important lights on. And there it is, a metallic red case sits in the corner. R-V1 is stamped on the top of it. The only other thing is a keypad. We hope you like your new place, we've probably just seen you not two hours ago but know we already miss you. It's been nearly 22 years watching as you grew up. You are every bit the hero your determined mind set out to be since you were a little kid. YOu know it's not always the life we wanted for you, but you've more than earned your right to choose. From here on out you've got this, you know who you are, you know what you want, so you can do this. Be as careful as you can be, you've lived with your power the longest, you know what it can do.
By now you found the box. The code is 2108. Have a look inside.
Love,
Mom and Dad
P.S. In case you were wondering what's in it, Dad found one of your old schematics. R-V1 ring any bells?
2108, the case clicks open, revealing three components and in them is R-V1, Reverb Version 1. He'd designed the armor as a middle schooler and spent the better part of his teen years making it workable. The actual look and feel of it was made after one of those more modern type american heroes, less cape and more practical. In the end he'd made a suit made of kevlar, some street style pants which was armored in the most important places, a white torn hoodie to complete the look. The prize was a bright red mask, he thought it was distinct enough that anyone would know it. That was the point of it, to make an impression. Now here it all was, neatly folded and sorted into three compartments. on the inside of the suit and the helmet were the symbols of a mountain. Summit. The name of his father's workshop.
He'd have unfolded it right there if he didn't want to leave it looking perfect till the day he needed it. He moved to close the case and as he does numbers start running through his head. Time to order all the components, 3 weeks; time to plan, 1 week, time to cut, 3 days; time to stress test, 1 day. There was no way this was the work of an afternoon, all that time at his father's shop meant he knew it for a fact. It was a moment worth smiling about, since it meant that R-V1 had been in the works since just after his graduation. Guess his father had always known what his son would become. And he was willing to bet thousand in materials on it. Jason closes the case and with a smile places it on his bedside. He won't put it on yet. He'll enjoy one more night not as a hero, but a smiling fool, grateful for a good life.
