Miss Militia
Hannah wanted to reach out to her younger lover. She knew that what had happened couldn't be easy for him, but she also didn't want to cause him any problems with Sophia. Or maybe that was just an excuse, and what she really wanted was not to cause any problems for herself...

She eyed her phone with suspicion, scrolling through the contacts list to find his number. Where was he, right now? In his own home? At the PRT base? The hospital? She bit her lower lip. Abandoning him in this kind of situation would be an admission that she was just using him for sex, and as fun as it was to see the young man squirming and jerking and slamming, to enjoy as he did his best to dominate her and she let him... she didn't want their relationship to just be that. She wanted to be somebody he could count on to support him, even with Sophia being... Sophia.

She called him up. Her free hand clenched into a fist and released, again and again, as she waited for him to pick up. "Oh, hey," he said. "You want me to come over?"

That was... well, sometimes after an event like that, men got hypersexual, didn't they? "I want to make sure you're alright," she said, doing her best to put all the sincerity she felt into her words. "How are you, after what happened?"

"After what happened?" It was as if he'd already forgotten. "Oh! With the twins. I'm fine, don't worry."

"Really?" She had a hard time believing that.

"Yeah. Really. Thanks for your concern."

"Would you come over to talk? To really just talk," she said, not wanting him to close himself off like this.

"Ah..." She could hear him almost wincing. "Hang on a second." The phone went on mute; a little bit later, it came back on. "No, sorry. I can't."

His parents? That was understandable. Their son had just been through a lot. "Alright. If you ever do want somebody to talk to - I promise, I won't judge you for what you've gone through."

There was a very small exhalation of air, a snort more than anything else. "Thanks, Hannah. I do appreciate that. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay." He hung up on her.

She sighed, a long, enervating thing, as if she was exhaling years of pent-up energy in a single long breath. What was she doing? What was he doing?

Armsmaster
While Fenja and Menja had incorrectly attributed their current state of diminished power to himself, Armsmaster had a fairly good idea of the actual responsible party. Some preliminary investigation into Sophia's boyfriend had revealed a very public history with him, numerous photographs of the pair together, as well as plenty of gossip about her and him online. The boys vascillated from disgust at him for being a 'slut' and discomfort at Sophia for the assumption that she was coercing him somehow. The girls were either jealous of Sophia or felt pity for the boy.

One rumor that was going around did catch his attention: that he'd fucked every member of the track team. However, further investigation showed that none of the actual members admitted to anything of the kind on social media. It was probably just fictitious. He knew that when he'd attented college, everybody had heard a story of some mythical slut who fucked every member of a sorority in a single night - nameless, contextless, timeless, and of course completely made up. It was just a way that young men, trying to develop a healthy way to express their own sexuality, created and spread an extreme hypothetical case so that they could feel comfortable being open.

Despite the rumers that surrounded it, Sophia's relationship with him was probably a net boon, since it would make him easier to convince to join the PRT. By what he'd seen of the two together, he clearly cared about her, and vice versa.

The bigger problem was with Sophia's conduct during the raid. She was on probation, and she had become highly aggressive and violent with two villains who were by that point subdued. While he could certainly understand her emotional response, that didn't mean he could approve of it. Disciplinary action needed to be taken. There were extenuating circumstances, certainly, and there could be some degree of leniency, but this kind of offense was pretty serious. He skimmed through PRT servers looking for similar incidences and their terms; he'd offer an appropriate suggestion to Piggot once he had one.

Jessica Yamada
Jessica sat across from the boy, who sat somewhat awkwardly across from her. It was clear he didn't want to be here. She had some experience with parahumans who weren't interested in the PRT, but wound up being made to join it due to outside factors - in his case, she would guess his parents, or fear of recriminations from the Empire Eighty-Eight.

He was handsome, that much had to be admitted. He was also fifteen, which was a more important factor. "How are you feeling?"

"Hm?" He looked at her like the question confused him. "Oh. I'm fine." She waited a second, then two, trying to coax him to keep talking with the awkward silence. "I'm really fine," he said, a trace of irritation in his voice.

Not something he wanted to talk about. "Do you get asked that question a lot?"

"Too much," he said, practically rolling his eyes as he did. She used strategic silence once again, and he kept talking. "Everyone thinks I've been turned into fine china. That's why you're here, even. Do most Wards need a psych eval on joining up?"

"It depends on the circumstances," she replied. "I couldn't say if it's most or not. Shadow Stalker did, though I wasn't the one who did it." She paused for a moment. "Do you feel that you don't need a psychological evalution?"

He rolled his eyes and spread his hands helplessly. "It's just annoying. Yes. I fucked Fenja and Menja. I had to, to get out."

"If you could explain?" She prompted. This was probably going somewhere.

"My power lets me drain another parahuman's power," he explained. "Temporarily. But it produces a..." he trailed off, then shook his head. "It makes the person come, basically. At least on women. I don't know how it works on guys."

"...I see." She made a small note: Powers = Trauma?

"I had them depowered because I was hoping to get away. I was also trying to, you know, sexually exhaust them." It was the sort of choice that somebody in a traumatic situation might make, a desperate, panicked reach for anything that could help them. Given that it had been over an hour between his initial triggering of his alert, and the Protectorate showing up, he likely thought he was completely on his own. Still, her disbelief at such a strategy must have shown on her face. "Hey, it basically worked. They couldn't fight at all when the Protectorate showed up."

"So you don't feel any regret?"

"Regret?" He seemed confused by the question; for a moment, his eyes went up to the upper right, a tic that suggested he was either trying to remember something or trying to invent something. "Oh. No? Not really." He pressed his tongue against his cheek. "If you were in my situation, a couple of hot guys you had to fuck to get free, wouldn't you?"

"You thought the pair were attractive?" She made another quick note, (M/F)en

"Anyone with eyes thinks that."

"You said not really. Is there some sense in which you do regret it?"

"I guess that I got - well, Shadow Stalker's in trouble for, ah. Kicking them in the head while they were down. She thought they raped me."

"Didn't they?" Jessica asked. Very, very often, rape victims didn't conceptualize what had happened to them as rape. Talking about it could be helpful.

"No. I mean, they were trying to make me wander around in my underwear," he explained, sounding annoyed. "Get a bit of a show. But it was me who suggested sex."

A defense mechanism, taking the initiative to give rather than wait for it to be taken? "I see. Why did you suggest sex?"

"It seemed like the way to get out," he replied. "Like I said."

"That's the only reason?"

He paused, seeming not to even understand quite what she was asking. Namely, if he was afraid, but asking a question like that outright generally wasn't helpful. "They were hot?"

She suppressed the urge to chuckle. Was this a defense mechanism, or was he really this... "You enjoy sex with hot women?"

"Yes." He said it in a tone of voice that declared it so obvious the question hardly needed to be asked.

"Besides Shadow Stalker?"

"Yes." She paused here, wondering what he'd add to it if she waited. Infidelity to Shadow Stalker would be... problematic. She'd interviewed the girl a couple times, and she couldn't imagine it ending well. He didn't, letting the silence drag on for a good ten seconds, just leaning back in his seat.

"Do you have sex with anyone besides Shadow Stalker?"

"I'd prefer not to answer that kind of question."

"I see. Does it make you uncomfortable to discuss this matter with a woman? I can ask for a male colleague to replace me - to be honest, it probably should have been one in the first place."

"No, I said I'd rather have a woman," was his reply.

"Why?"

He just shrugged. "I don't know. Women generally aren't as judgy about sex as guys are. Or, when they are, I don't care."

Should she ask about the judgement being a common problem, or about why he didn't care? "Why do you think women aren't as judgmental as men?"

"I think guys put themselves in your shoes, while women have more distance. If another guy was where I was, I'm sure he'd have been miserable."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's how guys are, isn't it? It's what you expected me to be like. Anyway. Like I said, it doesn't bother me at all. This bothers me more," he admitted. "It's just tiresome. Everybody acts like I should be traumatized, and I'm really not."

"No nightmares?" He snorted at that, smirking as he shook his head. "Difficulty sleeping, increased sensitivity to minor noises?" Another shake of the head. She went down the list of PTSD symptomology. Well, given the event was so recent, it would be acute stress reaction, but he gave firm negatives to every symptom. She probed him a while longer for his feelings on the matter, and was forced to conclude that, if he was pretending to be fine, then he was very good at it. He really seemed to view what had happened as a mild inconvenience at worst, and perhaps even sexually arousing to some extent. She did make a note for the next psychiatrist to speak to him that they should see if he had any symptomology of sex addiction or satyriasis. She couldn't firmly establish either in the time alotted to her.

Battery
"Oh my fucking God you idiot! My life is ruined!" Lauren clawed at her own face. Ethan just smirked at her, which was even more infuriating. "Why did you convince me to have sex with a fifteen year old?"

"It was sexy. Besides, I didn't know he was fifteen," Ethan replied with a casual shrug, like it didn't even bother him.

"Oh, great! I'll just tell the PRT that, huh?"

"Don't tell them anything."

"Oh, thanks for the info! What if the kid tells them?"

"Then we lie. We gave fake names, remember?"

That did help her calm down somewhat, then she remembered... "He took a picture of us!"

"Having your picture taken isn't a crime."

"I'm completely fucked and it's all your fault! Why did I let you convince me that it would be cool to fuck younger men?"

He laughed at that, ruffling her hair until she smacked his hand away. "Because you think with your pussy. It was fun, though, wasn't it?"

She glared at him. "I don't want to do this stuff any more."

"Oh come on, what are the odds that we find another teenage boy who wants to join the Wards?"

"You are a completely incorrigible lunatic pervert."

"You know it, babe," he said, with a little laugh. "You like it, c'mon. You'd never have gotten-"

"I'd never have gotten fucked like this!"

He laughed. "That is one way to put it."

"Rrrgh!" She stomped off to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Normally, Ethan's constant chipper mood helped, but right now she couldn't deal with it at all! She grabbed a pillow and just started screaming into it.

Kid Win
Clockblocker had explained in hushed tones what he'd seen of the new guy. It wasn't the kind of thing you went spreading around on purpose, but it also was doubtlessly something that would be hard to keep under wraps indefinitely.

It was a risk that people in the cape community never really talked about... that you might wind up with something like that happening. Parahumans were disproportionately likely to be raped, and the reason was obvious if you thought about it. Normally, men had a strength advantage over women, so if a woman wanted to rape a guy, she needed an equalizer: a gun, a position of power, control over his finances. Mostly things that were easier or more common for guys to acquire, and women were less likely to commit violent crimes anyway.

But parahumans? At least two thirds of them were violent criminals. If a girl was a Brute, there was a good chance that she could just drag you to the ground and get started whenever she felt like. Kid Win certainly wasn't going to be winning any fights with Fenja or Menja. Clockblocker and Aegis could have handled themselves in that kind of situation, but for him...

"Hey," Clockblocker said, drawing him up out of his head as he took a firm grip on the younger boy's shoulder. "Don't bring up that I told you this, alright?" The normally jokey Clockblocker was deadly serious now. "Just treat the new guy nice, alright?" Kid Win nodded rapidly. There was no way that he'd dare say one bad word to the guy, given what he'd been through. "Especially since his girlfriend is Shadow Stalker," he added, earning a small laugh that helped ease the tension.

Shadow Stalker
Sophia felt like a goddess in the moment. Her slut had fed her all the juice that he'd stolen from Fenja and Menja, and she was an angel of death. Her speed, her control, it was all through the roof. She felt light on her feet even out of the Breaker state, so much ambient energy pulsing through her as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop. She was going to fuck his brains out when she got back from patrol, show him a real good time for being such a good boy.

Those Nazi bitches got what was coming to them. Fucking with her boyfriend? They should count themselves lucky that she hadn't just shot them in the eye with her crossbow. Mostly because she hadn't thought of it at the time.

It was probably for the best, though. It meant she just had some cut patrols and a temporary track suspension (which was worth it), and she'd be back in the saddle soon enough. The punishment had practically been a slap on the wrist.

Her slut was joining the Wards, though, which meant he'd be even more sexually available for her to fuck stupid. He didn't really have a combat power, and he'd refused to be relocated (because he was her slut), so he would wind up just sitting on the back lines, occasionally juicing them up, shifting around her power's emphasis, or helping depower a dangerous cape so they could be transported. It was safer than being a normal, full-blown cape, which was good. She didn't want him to get hurt.

She snorted as she thought of how Missy would react to seeing the slut who'd taken her virginity on the team. She wondered how long the girl could keep it under wraps for before she finally said something that let all the guys know about it. Wait. Wouldn't that be bad? Since she wasn't 'supposed' to whore him out like the slut he was, people would think it was a problem... she should probably talk to him about this and make sure that he understood to keep his mouth shut.

Except he'd already fucked three of the Protectorate members. No, but two of them had no idea she was involved, it was just Missy whose cherry she'd helped pop. Wait. He'd taken a picture of Assault and Battery, would they realize she had given him permission? No, they were the ones in trouble, they'd had sex with a fifteen year old. Miss Militia was absolutely fucked too, since she should have known how old her slut actually was but decided to go flirting with him anyway, trying to get him to fuck her. She probably thought she was stealing him away, dumb bitch.

It was only Missy she had to worry about. She was just young enough that they might look sidelong at her having had sex with a fifteen year old boy. Especially given that it had been just that - sex, at her behest, without any emotional connection or intimacy.

Maybe she could offer her another ride or two with her slut to keep her silence? Intimidate her into silence? Get her slut to ask her for little favors or otherwise coax her to be nice, using the promise of sex? Ugh. She really hadn't thought about things with Missy at all.

Well, she was just a kid. She'd be easy to manipulate. She could figure something out.