Zephyr City: Pulse

Sitting in the dimly lit confines of his apartment, a heavy metaphysical weight set upon Orpheus, seeming to intensify with every passing second. "Something has happened, perhaps it's been happening, but I've never felt anything this strong..." As much as he wished he could downplay the significance, he knew that wouldn't be possible. His enhanced abilities as an empath made him hyper aware of the shifting emotions of the city he called his home, Zephyr. It had a pulse as palpable as any person. He had felt that pulse the majority of his life, from the day his powers truly started to manifest. This wasn’t just the pain and anguish he regularly felt...but just how or what, he was still uncertain of. This left him deeply troubled.

He took a moment to examine the current state of his dwelling: a few empty beer bottles, a slew of prescription medications, & the general disarray of things told him all he needed to know about his current emotional state; Depressed. Having Bi Polar disorder is one thing, but being a Bi Polar empath is an entirely different monster. There isn't a moment that goes by where things aren't cranked up to eleven for Orpheus. He reached for a bottle of Xanax, and one of high strength Oxycontin, a combination he's found is just enough to dull his abilities to a level where he can...function? If you could even call it that...

Guilt courses through his body as he ingest the substances...but there is work to be done. The city, HIS city, needs him.

As he pulled himself up from the couch he'd passed out on, he walked toward the window of his 8th floor Apt, and began to really examine the city. Quickly his senses seem to have balanced (due to cocktail of substances he just ingested starting to take affect) enough that he can focus on what it is that just happened to get his attention in the first place. The neon lights and never ending noise of his city, seemed to fade away...Boom. Like a sudden whiplash, now he knew just where he needed to be. Grabbing his coat and "work" tools; modified fighters grappling gloves, custom Kevlar boots and escrima sticks, the latter of which were intended for emergency situations only. With his above average stamina, agility and almost inhuman tolerance for pain, he much preferred to handle situations head on. A therapist once called him masochist, and he thought that was pretty spot on.

As he heads to his fire escape, something else called to him, a very familiar sense of love and annoyance, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Hey bud, I'm sorry, looks like we both missed dinner, didn't we?" He says as he kneels down and lovingly strokes the head of his one true companion, a sweet dark as onyx cat named Quasar. Orpheus found the irony of her name amusing. His empathic abilities weren't solely limited to humans, anything with a heart beat (sometimes even those without) put off a signature that he was able to decipher. Her feelings were clear, despite being genuinely worried for him, she wasn't about to let him off the hook for dinner that easy.

"Cats." He thought to himself bemusingly.

"Don't worry," he assured her as he filled her food and water bowls, "I'll be sure to eat when I'm back...I promise."

More to come, as always any feedback would really help - Rabbit Rosales