"All I know is that my name is Jack, and that the number 17 is
important to me. Can someone please explain all of this? And why do
I have these gloves on?" Jack indicated the pure chain mail gloves
that a knight from the old times would wear into combat.
"I have no memory of that. Maybe I have amnesia? Is that why I
can't remember anything?" Jack cried despairingly. Jack punched the
wall, making a gaping hole in it in the process. "How did I do
that?"
"Why? Do you know me? Can you explain any of this to me?" Jack
frustratingly tried to take the gloves off, but they seemed to be
electronically locked on. Could they be handcuffs of some kind?
Could he be some kind of convicted criminal? Jack looked around
wildly. Was everyone in here a criminal? Was one of them in here
for murder? In the back of Jack's head he realized his thinking was
off. But his instincts told him otherwise. Jack put his hands out
in front of him, trying to put some distance between him and the
others.
Alex-
N-no your not a criminal Jack, i remeber reading your file when
they were taking you to the labs, you can form items into metal
when you don't have gloves on, like a old story my uncle used to
tell me about a man who anything he touched, turned to gold, if you
don't keep the gloves on, then you'll end up just like that man in
the story
Drago-
Theres a store nearby, though you might not be happy with their
selection
"W-what? Are you seriously telling me I have powers? Cause I have
amnesia, not stupidity." Jack slammed his hands together for
emphasis, accidentally breaking the gloves apart. "Uh-oh." Was all
he could say.
Alex-
Just don't move Jack, and for the love of god DO NOT TOUCH
ANYTHING!
*Carefully grabs the glove peices*
I could fashion you a new set, that allows you to be in control of
your powers actually
Drago-
It's kinda a "Teen Punk" kind of clothing store, ya know? Like
ripped jeans, and stuff like that, its kinda our dress code, hidden
in plain site