A Youjo Senki influenced Tinker Tayler Tale-

First off, I KNOW. Nemesis, seriously, wtf another story right? To be fair this wasn't planned, Grey and I just sorta started shooting ideas at each other and this ended up being a thing at like four in the fucking morning and I decided to share it.

Now, the first couple paragraphs are kinda hinky due to the switched perspective, outside of a complete rewrite I couldn't figure out how to fix it and just took my beta readers advice and added a line break because I just didn't care that much.

As for Taylors swearing, she triggered when she found her mom's desecrated flute, has been tinkering computation spheres for months, and has just run out of fucks to give. So, enjoy!

Thanks to GreyRaven09 over on SB for trying to help me make sense out of this as my beta reader, seriously it helped alot.

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The plan had been a long term one, it required some coordination with the other girls in the school who all enjoyed seeing that cockroach, Hebert, stamped down in her place, all while keeping Madison out of it because the little hanger on would never be able to handle what needed to be done.

Emma had it right, Hebert had been...weird, always just seeming resigned to her fate, trying her best to avoid what she had coming to her and Sophia just couldn't tolerate it. The weak fell before the strong, and needed to just accept it after all.

So Sophia had shoved her into the locker she had stuffed with used tampons and garbage two weeks ago, and waited to hear her crying for help.

There were no cries for help. There were few halfhearted punches rocking the door, then silence.

A few seconds later she heard an aggravated sigh and something that sounded like a muttered curse that barely echoed out of the locker. A moment later there was a blue light shining out along the locker door edges, then said door exploded off its hinges embedding itself in the opposite wall.

Then Hebert stepped out of the locker, eyes glowing blue as well as the gem hanging from her neck, and she looked, of all things, annoyed. A scintillating blade of light hung limply in her hand, then she met Sophia's gaze evenly and drawled out, "You know, you truly, honestly, surprise me. For a parahuman, who knows how this shit goes and how we get powers? You are one dumb bitch."

Hebert made a brief motion and her blade hardened in some ethereal way, becoming more rigid, sharper and more tangible somehow; then she stepped forward as she placed it at Sophia's throat, grinning.

"Dad would find this amusing, mom would find it crass, but I gotta ask you, do you feel lucky?"

Pushing Sophia again, she snarled out, "Well, do you, punk?"

Taylor stared at Sophia a moment longer then scoffed as she dismissed the blade and punched her in the face faster than the eye could track, knocking her head into the wall behind her.

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As the girl fell to the floor, the newly outed cape glared at the gawkers and snarled out, "The fuck are you looking at?"

They ran, like cowards, as was expected really, fucking Winslow.

Staring down at her blood stained, and very likely horrifically contaminated pants and shoes Taylor turned to the now comatose Sophia, judged her pants and shoe size at a glance, then shrugged. Taking Sophia's shoes off Taylor noted the size, nodded then stripped her pants off, fuck it she was going to be in a mountain of trouble for this regardless, pausing she belatedly noticed a new presence.

Glancing down Taylor raised a brow as the smaller girl raised a hand towards her, "Umm, hey, you look like you need some cleaning up. Though that was pretty badass back there, just saying...too bad you kinda outed yourself."

Taylor took her hand and let herself be dragged down the hall while muttering, "Yeah, but who gives a shit, fuck the police."

The younger girl holding her hand turned her head towards her, her brilliant white teeth contrasting sharply against her mocha brown skin as she snarked out, "Damn right girl! Also, looting the corpse? It's kind of hilarious, nice job."

Taylor smiled down at her a moment, and when the younger girl offered a fist, she bumped it.

"I'm Taylor, but everyone probably knows about the social pariah of Winslow."

The younger girl, who had far more obvious...assets than Taylor which was just...so unfair, kept leading her to the locker rooms while quickly replying with, "I'm Aisha, your new right hand minion!"

"I was not aware that I needed a minion."

Aisha just grinned in return, "Learn new things every day!"

Entering the room Aisha paused for a moment, then pushed Taylor on the bench in the middle of the clustered lockers, quickly turning and began fiddling around with the first aid kit.

It was quite literally the only thing in the entire school that was not actively vandalized, none of the gangbangers wanted their free antibiotic creams and bandages to dry up after all.

Fucking. Winslow.

While Aisha was rummaging through the kit Taylor kicked off her shoes, peeled off her socks, stood and dropped her pants with a grimace. Staring down at the cargo pants she couldn't help but be thankful she wore such baggy clothes, this was disgusting. Turning the sink on she grabbed some paper towels and quickly soaked them down, not hesitating to run them down her legs.

She repeated the process three times until she ran out of paper towels and the schools cheap as hell hand soap. Seeing and, ick, smelling the crap she had been covered in running down the drain in the floor and trying not to think about it, the last thing she expected was her companion letting out a wolf whistle.

Glancing up in confusion Taylor met Aisha's gaze while raising a brow, "What?"

Aisha shook her head as she approached Taylor with Sophia's pants while muttering, "You've got legs for days and you hid them in those rags? Girl, we need to get you out shopping some time. Here put them on and then I'll bandage up your hands."

Taylor did as was demanded by the shorter girl, thankfully Sophia had been wearing a belt or she'd have been holding her pants up the rest of the day otherwise. The dead weight of two cell phones didn't help matters in the slightest, maybe she should dump them? Her thoughts were interrupted when Aisha began applying alcohol wipes to the cuts on her hands, followed by them being wrapped in a, frankly, excessive amount of band-aids.

Still, admiring the spirit of her companions' work Taylor just shrugged and went to put Sophia's shoes on, Aisha for her part swaying back and forth in a near manic motion in the background.

Taylor sighed, stood up, then glanced at the girl while dryly stating, "Ok what?"

Aisha glanced back and forth, then rushed up to Taylor, grabbed her wrists and stage whispered, "You just outed yourself as a Cape, what with whooshing flashing lights and knocking off locker doors? Are you able to just make lightsabers?"

Taylor stared at her a moment, then looked away muttering, "More than just that, I make devices that give you powers. So...yeah."

Aisha grinned brightly at that, "Then why the fuck are we still here?"

Taylor blinked at that, "What?"

Aisha let her go, and brightly sing-songed, "Fuck the police~! Am I right? Why stick around, you're outed, there's probably videos on Youtube already, and you know this school is going to fuck you rather than help you. So to hell with it, let's just leave, you can give me powers too, and we can let the PRT deal with this shit. You did say Sophia was a cape right?"

Taylor blinked owlishly then nodded, "Wasn't hard to figure out when you have telescopic vision and the ability to fly, she's Shadow Stalker."

Aisha whistled at that, grabbed Taylors arm, and dragged her out of the locker room, "Damn, cold-cocked a psychotic ward… She tried to murder my brother in her cape life by the way, he's going to find this hilarious, and be super jealous that I made friends with you before he could. That is so fucking awesome, come on lets get the hell out of here, have you even thought of a cape name yet?"

"Err...no…"

Aisha sighed at that, shook her head, then continued dragging Taylor through the hall, "Well, I know what we're doing today…"

A primal scream of rage could then be heard echoing in the distance. "HEBERT!"

"Ha! Looks like sleeping beauty is awake, time to run Taylor!"

Taylor could only sigh, shrug, mutter "Fuck it," and allowed herself to be dragged out of Winslow by her self declared minion.

Eh, it wasn't like she was learning anything in this shithole to begin with, she was already outed as a cape, and she had very much ran out of fucks to give. So yeah, why not bail?

Really, at this point, what's the worst that could happen?