A Mundane Life

Check.

That is my root word.

Sadly, it wasn't a very interesting word, yet the powers I gain from them certainly are.

"Hold. Do not move." Nichtmann said, losing his casual tone.

"Detail all your powers, immediately."

"My ability is to check for something in a twenty metre radius. I can even check people's thoughts. My powers extend to an hour in the past though, anything more and I'd be clueless."

"To check, first I have to think of what I'd like to check, and then snap my fingers. Everything giving a positive result appears red, any negative result gives blue."

"Now we have to confirm your abilities." said Milena, ecstatically.

***

I was almost dozing off. I was put through hours of tests to determine whether I was lying or not, and whether my soul had experienced any abnormalities. As it turns out, my soul is perfectly normal. They even took blood samples, what was the purpose of that?!

They let me go at noon. I found my way back home.

The person whom I'm assuming to be my brother greeted me in the living room with a smile, it looked different from how it was in the morning. He had a newspaper in his hands, didn't read it in the morning I suppose.

"Why'd you forget to go to college?"

"It was your first day."

His face was expressing mild dissatisfaction.

College? I go to college!?

What's the date?

I raise my head towards a calendar.

It was the 7th of "Avril".

I had indeed forgotten about college.

"I passed out on the road, got shifted to the the hospital, they ran some tests and here I am."

I moved my arm, exposing the inside of my elbow, showing him the syringe wound.

"What!? Are you alright?"

"They asked me not to exert myself too much, that's all though." I lied. I had signed a non-disclosure agreement with the Lynxes.

"Let me go make something, while you rest."

My brother, Coups works at an arms and ammunitions factory as a manager. He clocks in right after he wakes me and returns in about 7 hours. He cooks pretty well though he doesn't often, it's normally my sister that cooks.

His Pot-au-feu warms you up like no other dish, rejuvenating you from the most feverish of states.

I sat on my bed as I consolidated all the information and memories I've gained.

I am Ishott, 19, born to the Entrigeur family. We're quite well off, though some more wealth couldn't do any harm. I've a sister and a brother, my parents died while serving the military during a conflict with the country of Ussar. My brother Coups is older than me by 4 years, quite a bit, my sister younger by 1.

Some of Ishott's feelings have also attached themselves to me, I could resist them but its awfully tiresome, most of his feelings match with mine so I don't have a need to.

"Here you go", Coups placed a tray on my bed, on top of which was a bowl of appetising, rich-smelling soup.

I pounced at once.

***

"Morning mate, wake up"

I did so immediately, stretching myself while my mouth was agape. I cracked my neck and back both actions were met with a satisfactory pop, releasing me from my torpor.

"Alright, tea's on the table, see you."

He proceeded to leave before I could even respond, as he usually does. It's beyond me how he has so much passion for such work.

I languidly removed myself from my room and took a few sips from the white ceramic cup.

I checked the time, it was about 6:00.

I brushed my teeth and ate breakfast slowly—it was chocolate cereal—got dressed in a blue suit students had to wear and headed off to college by foot with a bag in which was a singular, large notebook a pouch filled with stationery.

It wasn't long, took about 10 minutes. The gates to the college were bustling with people, all dressed similarly. A blue suit, a white shirt with a striped tie and black pants for the boys, and a navy dress with a pleated skirt.

A large metal sign painted a bluish-green that read "The Royal College Of Vissitudes"

This is where I would study. A college where one learns about the soul and it's various intricacies.

I had chosen to be a Scrypting major.

I entered my classroom in a rush.

I witnessed a middle-aged man berating about twenty different students.

He looked me in the eyes

"You, come here."

"Are you Ishott Entrigeur?"