. . . "You know, we should probably find some physical weapons. It's not easy to recharge once we use up energy, and we know that we can defeat our enemies with conventional weapons. Plus, who knows? I haven't tried it, but I'm sure I could probably make a pretty kickass gun using magic and a regular one as a base."
"Yeah, but who's gonna give machine guns to teenagers? It's not like people just leave them laying around for anyone to take, and this is going to take more than some crappy shotguns and hunting rifles." The girl raised a good point. Heavily armed teenagers tended to send bad messages already, and given that they would be needing military-grade weapons to make a dent in their opponents, acquiring said hardware would definitely end up attracting the wrong kind of attention.
"Still," Takeshi replied. "I don't feel like dying because I pissed away all my energy defeating little baby monsters and crap. There's a military base close to town, I'm sure we could probably take something from there." Raising his hand, he cut off the protests that were already beginning to form. "It's the military, and we have magic. They can buy new ones, and we're not gonna get caught. It's illegal, yeah, which I don't like, but it's for the greater good."
"I can't really argue with that. We're kinda in a corner here," another boy added. "Might as well." . . .
. . .He came around the darkened corner, LMG slung across his shoulder and cradled in one arm while his sidearm was held with the other, fingers wrapped around the handle but importantly off the trigger. Time seemed to slow down for what happened next.
Immediately on the other side of the corner, a police officer with his firearm at the ready was waiting. Near-terror showed on the man's face; it was hard to tell his age or experience in the dark, but no amount of training prepared a normal human for the sorts of activity that had been going on this night. In his startlement, the officer fired his weapon once. Takeshi immediately threw himself sideways and began transforming as the world seemed to stretch out. The change seemed to creep down his arms and up his legs as the projectile seemed to lazily fly toward him. As soon as his hand was changed, he dropped the pistol and grabbed his blade, calling it out of what seemed to be thin air in a flash of green light, and brought it toward his attacker in a defensive reflex.
The whole action happened in less than a second, and the remains of the officer will not be described here, but Takeshi flashed back to his human form gasping in pain. The bullet had found his mark before his body had been magically toughened, and the damage was more than simple pain. A gasp rang out from an observer as Takeshi crumpled to the ground, vision going dark as each breath brought him excruciating pain. . .
. . . "You ever think we take ourselves too seriously?" Takeshi flashed white as he transformed back to normal midsentence, forcing the girl who had fixed him with a flat look to blink. "Yes, I'm saying this. Shocking, I know. But seriously, there are strong emotions other than rage and determination. Maybe if we stopped worrying so much and tried to enjoy ourselves we'd be able to harness more energy? Just saying."
"Yeah, but when's the last time someone changed the world by having fun?" She wasn't always fond of her role as the voice of reason, which was evident in her tone of voice and in her face, but someone had to do it. They were all supposed to be particularly emotional, after all. . .
If you want to leave commentary, feel free to do so. These are just basic ideas rattling around in my head that I wanted to get down, and I figured I would share them. This'll be updated haphazardly but it will be in this thread. Basically, I'll be both writing actual story and worldbuilding here, so please do offer suggestions and criticism.