I don't even know how to describe what happened. I was there, bullshitting my way to a possible immortal life (as long as my plans go right) thinking of ways to get N metal, dipping in the Lazarus pit, harnessing nature chakra, becoming a jinchuuriki or any possible outcome from an infinite amount of worlds that I did or didn't wish to be reborn in. And what happens? My pal, Little G himself, ask me the worlds I would like and hate the most to go to. I should have seen it coming, really, but no, my plans are fail proof.
Enough ranting, I did end up on Marvel Universe. Don't ask me which universe, the addition of my soul altered any semblance of future that may have been predestined, thank you very much. If you didn't get the idea yet, it means I don't know any shit that will happen, cause I changed everything, by existing.
So, I was born, Haha, just for record, babies brains are not meant to contain high amount of information, so my head was overworked at all times, until I was around four years old. Side tracking here, so, i was born. And then was a lot of white noise and blurs and shapes in the first days? weeks? maybe months? I don't remember very well, baby physiology means I spent the bigger part of the time sleeping, crying or both at the same time. Don't ask, either you have one or become one yourself to know.
Spending so much time on a white void with blurry shapes and white noise and a weak but always present pressure on my brain made it so that I would forget a big part of my plans and purposes, when I finally got my sense of self back, I knew that I was at my second chance in life, that I could become an Alchemist (no knowledge of how, I would need to study and experiment, my brain got a starting pack of the most simple transmutation circle and a few guidelines), and that I was at Marvel. I still was a bit hopeful, i mean, alchemy's basics are based on chemistry, Teacher Google is there for me right?
Why do I tempt fate so much? "Google, what's that?" "Internet searching engine?" "Boy, what is internet?"
Yes, my dear reader, if you still didn't get my predicament, there was no internet when I was reborn, heck there was no computer. And that is how my sentient life began on Marvel Universe, 1912, wishing to die again and see if I have a better chance next time.
Kidding, I was born on 1912, yes, but honestly a kid's day to day life is not that better compared with a baby's. Really, as a baby I could at the least sleep however I wanted to. Now? The nightmare. Endgame. Hulk on aphrodisiacs right in front of you. Got the seriousness of the situation? That's right, I go to pre-school. So many little hands full of snot, dirt, snot and fingers. Yes, I said it two times, there is no other way to describe. Did I mention I was orphan? Cause I am, and the worst part is that the brat faced snot monsters are as well, and that means I'm with them, ALL times. Apparently the matrons don't think letting 4 years old brats alone with whatever a 4 year old feels like a cool toy is a good idea.
So, no studying, no early power ups or any shit like that. Good news? Brats have a lot of time with crayons and papers, so I got to practice my transmutation circles and formulas. The adults think I'm an art genius or something. Right, orphan. Apparently my parents left me with a few things, family heirloom I would guess. Though that left me very confused. They left me two things each, the matron said. My father left me a ring and a glove. Yes, glove, in singular, only the right hand. And my mother left me a hand written note and a little vial. Where is the confusing part? In everything, I mean, a ring with geometrical shapes designed on the interior and exterior of the ring? Or a black and white glove that changes the colors positions depending on the hand movement? I don't know, maybe the note that doesn't make any sense since it is written with scrambled letters that I took 1 year to know that I had to drip the damn little vial's liquid on it to be able to read? Though I think what really gave me the wake up call was the instructions on how to use my father's artifacts. Yes, goddam magical artifacts, I'm the last blood heir of a decadent magical family that has no talent in magic. Fun right?
Though I think I have a guess to why my family could not do normal magic (if magic has a normal at all).
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