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Chapter 1-I – Interlude 2 (Miss Militia)


Miss Militia wasn't really sure what to make of Taylor Hebert.

When she first mentioned this 'Arceus', Miss Militia naturally didn't believe her. That, combined with the strange girl's apparent lack of maturity, had led her to believe that the girl had suffered a mental break and misinterpret the vision she had when triggering.

Then, somehow, her power had just... stopped. And without her power, faced with a situation she didn't understand, she had panicked. Even accepted the possibility of Taylor being a god, for crying out loud.

If it had just been that, then she would have brushed it off as the girl having a trump effect, along with everything else.

But after what happened after she left the Hebert house, she wasn't quite as sure the situation was so cut-and-dry.


Miss Militia blinked. This wasn't right at all. She had just left the Hebert house, and suddenly she was floating in some sort of lake? How could she breathe? This made no sense at all.

Hm. How interesting.

Miss Militia turned around, gun in hand, only to see a being similar to Taylor in some ways, but still noticeably different. Its body was blue, for one thing, and its face and... hair, for lack of a better word, was yellow. It had two tails, both ending with a spiky fan, and its eyes were barely open, as if it was not used to using them. "Who are you?"

I, O keeper of the memorial, am called Uxie. Guardian of knowledge and child of Arceus.

Miss Militia raised an eyebrow. "Or you're some sort of mental projection Taylor is using. How would I be able to tell the difference?"

Uxie seemed... happy about that. You are far from gullible, it seems. That suspicion can be a good trait to have. But I digress. If you want proof, then I am afraid I have none that will satisfy you. What I do have is... an argument.

"Go on."

A flurry of bubbles appeared in front of them, before disappearing, leaving behind one giant bubble. Look inside this bubble, Uxie said from the other side of the bubble. Now then, tell me what you see.

Miss Militia squinted at the bubble. No matter how hard she looked, though, she saw nothing of note inside the bubble. "I don't see anything."

But that can't be true! Uxie rebuked. Your eyes, Miss Militia, are open, and I know you are not blind.

Miss Militia frowned. "But you asked me what I saw inside the bubble."

Uxie tsked. Even when you have perfect memory, you humans can be so absent minded. Think back on what I had said, word for word.

After a few moments, Miss Militia nodded. "I see. You told me too look in the bubble, and you asked me what I saw, but you never actually asked me what I saw inside the bubble. Clever, but what does that have to do with anything?"

It has everything to do with you. Uxie floated closer to the cape, and Militia noted the being's kaleidoscopic eyes. You are far too straightforward, Miss Militia. When you are given a problem, you don't take a step back to view the whole context, and instead assume that your own applies.

"Are you done insulting me yet?"

Not quite. Uxie nodded toward the gun. Tell me, other than your mental powers, what is your power?

"I can change my weapon to any other weapon I know of," Miss Militia replied right off the bat.

Only weapons? Uxie tilted their head. That seems rather restrictive. Have you never tried to make it anything else?

...Had she? Sure, once or twice, she had thought how nice it would be if she could turn her weapon into something more productive, but had she ever actually tried to? "All Parahuman powers are built for causing conflict," she replied.

Really now? Uxie smiled as if they had just won the argument. Tell me, are there truly no parahumans that use their powers for constructive means, regardless of the original purpose?

Panacea. Of course. "Alright, you win, Uxie."

No, I haven't. Nice try though. Damn. So much for distracting him.

I feel that my point has been made, so let's return to the original question. What reason do you have to believe Taylor's story? Uxie closed their eyes and started to float up. It didn't take long for Miss Militia to notice that she was rising with them. Soon enough, the two of them breached the surface and COLDCOLDCOLD-

Perhaps I should have warned you of this. Miss Militia was pretty sure that there was smugness in that pixie's voice. Regardless... welcome to my home, Lake Acuity.

"S-Some home." Miss Militia grumbled. "What's the p-point of bringing me up h-h-here?"

Uxie pointed to the lakefront. Look down there, and you might start to understand.

Miss Militia looked to where they were pointing. Right there, building a dam, was a group of beavers.

But these beavers were... off. The smaller ones were far too quadrupedal, and they lacked their signature tail, while the bigger ones were just too big for a normal beaver.

Lake Acuity is not a place on Earth Bet, Miss Militia. No matter how hard you look, you will never find it on any map in your world.

"This is a parallel universe then?" Miss Militia asked. Finally, something within the realm of plausibility!

Now you are starting to understand. Uxie said with a smile. This world does not work by the same rules as your Earth Bet. Any one of those Bibarel down there would be able to defeat you in a no-holds-barred battle, quite easily in fact. If they wished, the entire population of Lake Acuity, not even including myself, could easily take down Brockton Bay if they wished, especially since the strongest cape you have would, if anything, be vulnerable to the numerous Ice Types that make this place their home.

And yet, not five miles from here lies Snowpoint City. Uxie turned to the creatures that had been building the dam, who were now staring at the two of them. For the most part, it is just not in our nature to fight with humans, despite having so much more power than them.

"The opposite of parahumans." Miss Militia's expression became downcast. "As a whole, we have so much power, and yet we instinctually fight each other, even though we're all humans at our core."

I think you're starting to understand.

Miss Militia nodded. "It doesn't really matter what we believe, does it? The truth is still the truth."

I wouldn't say that, Uxie replied. But you are right in that, when searching for knowledge, ideals must be put aside.

Miss Milita hesitated. "I don't think I fully understand..."

And that's okay. Uxie smiled. As long as you keep an open mind, your understanding should get better and better. They sunk back under the lake, bringing Miss Militia with them. I'm afraid our time is running short here, but I really enjoyed this talk, Miss Militia.

"Call me Hannah," she replied.

Uxie nodded respectfully. I will. And thank you. It has been far too long since I could meet someone eye to eye.

And almost as if nothing had happened, Miss Militia reappeared on the Heberts' doorstep.

But she knew that something had, in fact, happened.

Her costume was still cold.


"Hey, Hannah!" Ethan greeted Hannah as she was sitting at a table, absentmindedly drawing on the back of a sheet of paper. "How did things go with the Hebert girl?"

"Well, she's a lot more powerful then we expected, but it was very nice." Miss Militia smiled to herself. "I had a very enlightening conversation."

Ethan nodded, then whistled as he saw what Hannah had been drawing. "I didn't know you were such a good artist, Hannah! This is really good!"

Hannah smiled as she looked at the picture she had drawn, one of a snowy lake surrounded by trees. "I didn't know I was this good either," she replied, moving the pen – her pen – in between her fingers. "I guess I never tried it before."


AS: I swear I have no idea how this happened. It was just meant to be a quick explanation of why Miss Militia seemed so OOC at the Heberts' house (Arceus did it) plus her and Director Piggot discussing Mew's power ratings and Shadow Stalker's possession, and then I wondered what would happen if Uxie and Miss Militia met because Uxie can memory-wipe anyone that they lock eyes with and Miss Militia's power effectively counteracts this effect, and it snowballed from there.

I am so sorry.

On the subject of Uxie: in this story, while Mesprit is female and Azelf is male, Uxie is completely genderless. They also don't communicate via telepathy, but rather by directly giving the other person the knowledge of what they're saying, and sometimes even how they're saying it. The reason that they don't just directly upload information into Miss Militia's brain is because they believe information should be learned, not given, save for the most dire circumstances. After all, you can know something but still deny it.

Read and review. and please, don't try and kill me. Remember, I can teleport now.

TH: What can I say except, you're welcome!

AS: Oh shut it.