Leaving to Learn.

I swear to return to free Stacey but I can't right now, not with how I am currently. hell, I wasn't confident to write CAN FLY, just because birds were born with wings does not mean they can use them right when they are born. I write on my arm.

ON THE SIDEWALK OF NEWYORK, CLOTHED AND POSSESSING MAGIC MARKER.

The same feeling overtakes me of being sucked backward, the writing sinking into my arm. Falling into it my sight dims. A light appears in front of me. a street light above me lights the street. I look around and sure enough, the marker is with me. I step and find myself walking without moving anywhere. I numbly grin as I'm still levitating an inch off the ground. I scrub off the marker on my arm for levitating. all other writing besides warm was already sunken into my skin as it was a command that only went for an instant. leaving it be as these city buildings don't stop the wind from whipping my skin. I don't feel familiar with this zone so I quickly wright on myself some precautionary measures.

STRONG

AGILE

EXPERIENCED IN COMBAT.

KEEN HEARING

20-20 VISION

as well as some aesthetic changes to myself. giving myself a sharp jawline a white hair that folds downwards and out of the way. a HUGE increase in muscle mass makes me look like I work at a gym for most of my life. and a height of 6'4 lets me be seen in a crowd. Mabey a look of a soldier is what I gave off? with that done I write on the basic clothes that were magically made up to change them. turning what you would expect from MR. clean to be what you would see from a buff drunk or a person that's selling you a ****. a tank top under a thin hoodie that shows that they don't care for formalities and give people a preview of what my punches might taste like. loose sweatpants to not restrict movement. I finally edit my shoes to make the rubber base hallow to make it a storage compartment and transform an empty pizza box into USA legal currency. not wanting to magic up entire bank accounts just yet without a prepared safety net. course... beneath the pants I still had to keep my 11-inch pussy breaker. who would ever give up on that?

I don't want to give myself any form of superpowers without a safe environment to test them in so I leave it there but I keep the marker in the sole of my shoes to keep it somewhere few will look, pickpockets are a threat if I'm in a crowd.

My body while writing was constantly changing but now that my clothes are situated on me and I'm done writing I can feel my ears pop, my field of view widens, and raise. now I can plan things out.

First, I need to get a place to stay and some kind of work or connection to the internet so I can upload some comic strips for money.