Jan 10, 2024 17:44:50 GMT
Post by lonewolf on Jan 10, 2024 17:44:50 GMT
The mountains of the USJ felt alien to Mark. Then again, anything larger than a hill was weird to him.
The Midwest was almost completely flat. If the world itself didn't have a curve, he would have been able to spot where he was born hundreds of miles away during his heyday. Mountains to him were one of the many things he distrusted. To him, they were symbolic of death, and provided a natural prison for people. Those that embraced the mountain accepted it for what it was, and oppressed those below...
At least, that is what he would think if he were an academic. With the Rockies to his west and the Appalachians to his east his sandbox involved a lot of flat plains, sandy drives, and tornadoes. If there was one piece of philosophy that he took away from all the bullshit, it was that mountains were a challenge. The physical, and the mental.
For instance, the villain-turned-hero Leonard Kaiser. While stories surrounding him were quietly buried and with the school doing what they could to not draw attention to his checkered past, it didn't change the fact that the boy carried with him a lethal temperament. Heroes that take on the life of confronting evil must meet violence with violence, but generally speaking it's not good for a hero to meet the lethality. They are meant to be the bigger man, or woman, or whatever. They are meant to embody ideals.
At least, that's what they're supposed to do. If every hero was a goody-two shoes then nothing would get done. The fact remained, though: killing was frowned upon. It was something that even Mark himself didn't resort to first. And now he was in a poor position of trying to teach this kid how exactly to pull his punches...hence why he was waiting at the base of this mountain.
Leo Kaiser
The Midwest was almost completely flat. If the world itself didn't have a curve, he would have been able to spot where he was born hundreds of miles away during his heyday. Mountains to him were one of the many things he distrusted. To him, they were symbolic of death, and provided a natural prison for people. Those that embraced the mountain accepted it for what it was, and oppressed those below...
At least, that is what he would think if he were an academic. With the Rockies to his west and the Appalachians to his east his sandbox involved a lot of flat plains, sandy drives, and tornadoes. If there was one piece of philosophy that he took away from all the bullshit, it was that mountains were a challenge. The physical, and the mental.
For instance, the villain-turned-hero Leonard Kaiser. While stories surrounding him were quietly buried and with the school doing what they could to not draw attention to his checkered past, it didn't change the fact that the boy carried with him a lethal temperament. Heroes that take on the life of confronting evil must meet violence with violence, but generally speaking it's not good for a hero to meet the lethality. They are meant to be the bigger man, or woman, or whatever. They are meant to embody ideals.
At least, that's what they're supposed to do. If every hero was a goody-two shoes then nothing would get done. The fact remained, though: killing was frowned upon. It was something that even Mark himself didn't resort to first. And now he was in a poor position of trying to teach this kid how exactly to pull his punches...hence why he was waiting at the base of this mountain.
Leo Kaiser
