Part 43
I looked over at the cop notching an eyebrow at him.
The officer seemed... more disappointed then anything. Though his until now stoic partner showed signs of relief obvious enough to see despite the lack of light.
A chill ran up my spine. That was... probably not a good sign.
Did they think we were villains? Taylor's mask was pretty intimidating, and I just admitted to lightsabering a guy.
Capes in general were scary to people without powers. I knew, I'd only had my powers for a few days and hadn't had any idea I'd be getting them. So maybe he was just being paranoid?
Or, if I wanted to be optimistic, maybe he was just happy to not have to deal with this. Cops on the street didn't deal with capes much right? He could be worried about some kind of jurisdiction issue.
I have to hope for that... and try to think up good ways to deal with the problems of it going the other-way fast. Running away seemed a good way to get a hypothetical 'villain' tag made official.
Actually fighting back was even less ideal, as the sudden power boost my most recent near death experience gave me probably put me in the middle ground where I was durable enough to warrant lethal force, but not actually tough enough to take it.
"The PRT?" Taylor asked, sounding more curious then nervous.
"Oni-Lee was here," I reminded, smirking at her through a false mask of confidence, "Plus they probably want to say hello."
The last thing I needed was to panic her with what was probably personal paranoia. Fear tended to propagate in the worst possible ways if you just spouted worst possible scenarios without any thought.
"Yeah, cases like this can be a jurisdictional nightmare," 'Talkative' Cop, explained helpfully. "Probably best you debrief with those guys. Nice meeting you..?"
"I... haven't picked a name yet," Taylor explained sheepishly.
"Cu Chulainn," I introduced, drawing Taylor's attention.
I looked back, then back to the cop with a friendly smile, as I shrugged in a playfully indecisive way, "Well, tentatively anyway."
"Well good luck with that," he nodded as the van parked ahead of us.
"I hope we can work well together in the future!" Taylor added quickly, starting towards the Parahuman response vehicle.
I followed and barely got more then ten steps before she had to ask, "Coo-coo-land?"
"CuChul-ainn," I corrected. "Think Celtic Herakles."
"And you didn't tell me?" she hissed.
"It's still tentative," I stated, grimacing, "I was hoping for a lot more time to hammer things down."
"You still could have told me," she muttered, though her tone seemed a touch more sympathetic. Still clearly irritated.
"We can talk it over later?" I questioned, spotting figures coming out of the van. A man in streamlined red suit, with visor covering the upper half of his face, and a woman in a black body suit with green lines that vaguely reminded me of 'The Matrix', her much more exposed face framed by a green mask in similar style, but infinitely greater quality than my own.
The man took one look at us and beamed, "Hey look! It's couple's night!"
