Team SALTY

Starfield Trailer (TCGM's Intro)

They say cats always land on their feet.

Toshika wasn't a cat. She was a fox. Nevertheless when she came into being, she landed on her feet. Both her arms were spread straight out, palms flat, and her head pointed straight ahead. The classic T-Pose. Dominance had to be asserted at the beginning, after all.

That pose doesn't really work for matters of standing if you don't have two legs, though. Or, you know, move. Both conditions which befell Toshika almost immediately after drawing her first breath.

She was promptly reminded of the fact she got rid of one of her pairs of 'foot with attached leg' units for more juicy, delicious points. She was reminded of this by the reapplication of gravitational forces upon her new body. Irony was the first true experience she had, one all her own.

She did not land on her feet.

She landed on her foot. Singular.

"AAAH!" she yelled, flailing her arms and tails as she toppled over to the left. She had vague intentions of trying to use her nine tails to try and stabilize herself, but she didn't have the muscle memory of a kitsune. Her efforts looked a lot more like a pinwheel of red-orange floof spasming around as she tipped sideways.

She landed on her left arm, hip, and left boob, letting out a pained grunt. All three hurt from the fall. Toshika wasn't exactly light weight due to her figure and her tails. On top of that, she was wearing a rather heavy backpack that was obviously filled with gear. It clanked loudly when she landed on the roof. That clanking was probably her weapons. Or the camping gear, but the spheres pressing into her back said it was her weapons.

"Oww."

A loud "BORK" cut into her impending further groans of pain, and she found her face being rapidly licked by a dark purple and navy blue Corgi.

Toshika blinked at the dog, momentarily confused, then it came to her. "Oh, Huey!" she exclaimed happily. "You're every bit as adorable as I thought you would be!"

Huey spoke his agreement with her. "BORK! BORK!"

Then he plopped down on the roof in just the right spot that if she'd been standing, he would be sitting on her cleavage.

Toshika's face fell, a sigh escaping her lips. "And of course you're just as much a perv as me," she lamented.

Another lick and a happily panting Corgi with a wide grin on his face cemented her opinion that he knew exactly what she was saying. The Corgi option was supposed to be based on Zwei, after all.

Which meant she had a Battle Corgi.

Toshika looked down at him, or from the perspective of everyone else, to the side, and grinned. "We're going to have a very important task soon, Huey."

Huey tilted his head to the side curiously, still panting happily.

"There's most likely a certain spoder girl on this world who hasn't been lewded remotely enough."

Huey's eyes widened and his grin got even bigger. "BORK!"

Toshika nodded and giggled a bit. "Yep ol buddy, ol pal, it's up to us to make her crack and realize the sexy spoder girl she really is!"

"BORK BORK!"

And so that was how Toshika arrived on Remnant. Not with a bang, not with a whimper, but something somewhere in between and ninety degrees to the hyperspace dimensional axis. A momentary burst of style… followed by a rush of humorous flailing that would be humiliating if she hadn't… 'spawned'... on the roof of some building in the latter half of the morning. It was accompanied by the discovery of her highly intelligent doggo companion and the fact he was her Lewdtner in Crime.

She knew that theme would continue on for her new life. She knew her writing style. And she remembered being her original self.

She turned over onto her back, forcing the backpack under her while making sure she didn't accidentally crush one of her tails, and stared through the lightly clouded blue sky at the gigantic moon that clearly suffered from a case of Dick God Syndrome. Huey didn't seem to mind the shift in location, settling straight into her cleavage as if he belonged there.

It was actually surprisingly comforting to have his warm body in that particular location. Intimate, but also entirely wholesome. Wouldn't look that way to pretty much everyone else but they were stupid and wrong and wholesome boob hugs were important, dammit!

"Well," she muttered to Huey, still staring at the truly unreal moon, "that's a thing."

"BORK!"

"...I wonder if I could put it back together?" she pondered.

"BORK BORK BORK!" Huey voiced his agreement.

"Would need a spacesuit or something to let me breathe… and not freeze to death… but my Semblance should be capable of it if I do it piece by piece…"

"BORK BORK BORK. BORK BORK, BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK!" Huey barked.

Toshika blinked and turned her head to look at him. "You know I can't speak dog, right?" she asked him.

He looked momentarily put out, but then was happy again in a near instant. "BORK!"

Toshika rolled her eyes and sighed happily. She returned her gaze to the sky.

A few more seconds passed by as she thought through several revelations and considerations about her new body and new life.

"...How the hell am I going to get up? You're on my boobs. And I'm missing a leg."

"...Bork."

"...Okay, clearly my Semblance isn't working," Toshika lamented.

Huey whined in sympathy from her chest, but didn't move.

"Why isn't it working? It's supposed to be instinctual!"

Another whine, this time filled with a purely doggo sort of long suffering pain, rumbled through her chest.

"Hey!" Toshika retorted, annoyed. She planted both hands on her hips and glared down at the boob snuggling Battle Corgi. "You haven't even known me that long! Neither of us has even existed for more than an hour! Don't give me that crap!"

Huey sighed, lifted his head, and looked straight into Toshika's eyes with the most unamused expression she'd ever seen on a dog.

"...Bork."

Toshika pursed her lips. She couldn't speak dog, but she didn't really need to in order to translate that particular bark of Huey's.

It was a look and tone that spanned across realities, universes, time, space, species, sex, and even states of existence. One she was quite familiar being on the receiving, and sending, end of.

You're a dumbass.

Toshika tilted her head to the side and frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Huey gave her another, even more deadpan look, and then bonked her nose with his.

Something… flickered, on the very edge of Toshika's awareness. Like it was just out of reach, and yet inside her at the same time…

Then she got it.

Toshika brought a hand to her face and groaned. "Oh, right, duh. I don't have my Aura, which means no Semblance." She let her hand drop and glanced back down… or sideways, at Huey. "Is that what you were trying to tell me?"

Huey looked at her doubtfully for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Great," she lamented, dropping her head to the roof with a light thunk.

Huey padded a little closer to her head, stepping lightly on her collarbone, and booped his nose against her chin.

Yet again, that something flickered. A tiny bit stronger this time.

And Toshika had an Idea.

Her eyes widened, she grinned, and she rapidly raised her head. She had to stop herself abruptly so she didn't brain her dog, but that by no means wiped the immense smile of enlightenment off her face.

"Huey," she almost gasped, remembering an often overlooked aspect of the Battle Corgi archetype Huey was based on. Zwei had a Semblance, so he had an Aura, and since Huey was basically Zwei 2... "You have Aura."

Huey blinked at her, stuck out his tongue, and started panting happily.

Toshika rolled her eyes, but her smile only grew at the adorable sight. "Can you unlock my Aura?" she asked.

Huey tilted his head to the side, obviously confused.

Toshika blinked, then sighed. "Right, you're a dog." She shook her head, trying to figure out how to get the point across. Or if it was even possible. She'd assumed it would be when she was creating… her existence, and boy was that going to get very confusing, but the proof is in the hot chocolate pudding. Or, well, the Battle Corgi. "You know the booping thing?" she tried, gesturing between her nose and Huey's.

Her dog tilted his head the other way for a few moments, seemed to shrug, and booped her nose with his again.

Another flicker. This one far stronger.

Toshika grinned and rapidly nodded her head. "Yes! Yes, that! Exactly that! You're the bestest doggo in the universe!" Man, she was laying it on thick. "I need you to do that, only, like, a lot harder. If you know what Aura is, I need you to unlock mine, Huey!"

Huey seemed to digest her words, tilting his head back and forth in thought. He went through several phases of obvious confusion with furrowed eyes, a happy and open mouth when he figured something out, and then finally settled on a determined look mixed with doggo pride.

He stood up, as stout as he could, and walked a couple of steps backward… into her cleavage. Then he bent down and seemed to study her chest right around her heart.

Toshika beamed. "Yes! Yes, that's it Huey!" she assured him, urging him on. "Unlock my Aura!"

Huey nodded, once.

And then started licking her chest.

Toshika's expression faltered, then fell. His tongue straying dangerously close to her cleavage but mostly concentrating on her actual chest didn't cause that. No, it was the fact that she'd failed, and Huey thought she meant she wanted licking.

She sighed, then shook her head. "It's okay Huey, I guess I wasn't clear eno-" she started, but cut herself off when she felt him actually sit down on her chest and… place a paw over her heart?

Toshika watched, astounded, while he straightened his back and closed his eyes.

And then he did something you'd have to see to believe.

He put his other paw across his furry chest and onto his shoulder, a feat of contortions Toshika didn't even know dogs could pull off, and started chanting.

"Bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork. Bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork bork, bork bork bork bork bork bork bork. Bork bork bork bork, bork bork bork bork, bork bork."

Toshika didn't notice when he started glowing a light navy blue. Nor did she pay much attention to the piece of herself that woke up in response to the solemn, quiet intimacy of Huey's own… well, he basically threw an alarm clock at her. Even her own purple glow didn't grab her attention.

Huey opened his eyes, grinned, and licked her face of the tears that had started to fall.

"Y-you're the best damn dog in the universe, Huey," she totally didn't sob, clutching him in a tight hug.

She felt his tail beat against her chest, felt his affectionate licks on her face, and it was the happiest she'd been in quite a while.

It took a few minutes for her to compose herself. In that time, she experimented with her Semblance. Better to test out the thing that was supposed to carry her before she actually tried it out, right?

Not that she expected any difficulty. Her Semblance was maxed out in every single field. But it never hurt to be proactive.

Toshika pointedly told the part of herself that helpfully pointed out she didn't really do such testing that often to go take a long fall off a short cliff.

After the testing, she had her final answer as to how she would manage mobility on Remnant until she could get a replacement leg or something similar.

With her completely broken to shit and back Semblance.

True, she wouldn't be utilizing it anywhere close to a fraction of her maximum power and range, but it was usable for this purpose nonetheless.

She did run another test, to try and see if she felt some kind of drain on her Aura when she used her Semblance for something approaching combat. It was an important piece of data. The test consisted of her firing a huge blast of gravitationally compressed air straight up into the sky. So if anyone was awake at this ungodsly hour, they would've seen a gigantic pulse of purple starfield erupt into the sky over Vale.

But nobody sane was awake anyways so who cared. The sun wasn't even past the middle of the sky yet!

The kind of full-body warm hugging feeling that sort of also felt like herself that she figured was her Aura, given it was the piece of her that woke up when Huey hit it with his, didn't seem to even fluctuate.

Like Breathing indeed.

Anyways, she went through her backpack and found a few things. An ID showing her new existence, a skintight suit which seemed to be made out of dark carbon given its gray, hex tiled material (with a tail hole, even!), and a very official looking Beacon Acceptance Letter.

She dug through the deceptively small backpack to find anything buried under the suit. And the six other identical suits underneath it.

Was the backpack bigger on the inside? It had to have been, and yet when she tried to find the edges it was perfectly normal.

Toshika narrowed her eyes at the blatant spatial shenanigans, but who was she to complain. That gigantic disguise wardrobe she got for free as a totes really am wery ebil 'Villain' was probably part of the backpack too.

There were several dozen Dust Crystals… presumably for refilling her bombardment type weapons.

Next were her Dusty Balls, those same weapons. The ones she'd designed to synergize with her Semblance seemed in working order from what she could tell. She didn't exactly want to fire one off in a civilian area, much less on a roof. Bomb squads most likely wouldn't look twice at her apparent Faunus-ness before trying to put her down.

They'd fail, but she'd have to escalate if they didn't stop, and she wanted to avoid having her first day end with being branded the Villain she technically was.

Then a flask resembling a whiskey flask, dark gray, showed up. She remembered that she got it for hot chocolate, otherwise known as the ambrosia of the gods, so she pulled it right out of her pack and opened it up to take a sniff.

Hot chocolate. Glorious, just the right temperature, and it even had little marshmallows floating in it. She drank of the elixir of life, and it was good.

Her survival gear was sitting under the flask. A packed up tent, canned and packaged food of her absolute favorite kinds, a medic's triage kit, an actual grappling hook, and finally some stuff that seemed like it would help in the outdoors.

Not that she ever really intended to be that far from civilization… on the ground. She would find herself allergic to all the nature and the lack of technology.

A thick stack of chips that were definitely Lien were squished against the side of the bag next to the kit. They were secured together by a rubber band. Must be that money she was supposed to 'live frugally' on.

Which she definitely did not need, given the Family Money she had taken.

Under them was a credit card next to a key in a side pocket. She would have investigated those further.. but then she noticed what was in the other side pocket.

The wet dream merger of a smartphone and a hardlight computer known as a Scroll.

She spent two hours on that thing, entirely forgetting about Huey or that she was holding herself up with gravity.

Scrolls were fucking amazing.

After those two hours of exploring Vale's fledgling version of the Internet (though one that was far more advanced than it had been in canon, for some reason), she finally tried to find out if there was a way to replace her leg there in Vale. If necessary she would fly to Atlas and closer to Ironwood's sphere of influence, but she'd rather not poke that bear until she'd met up with her fellow SIs.

She only barely noticed the heat of the noon sun, instead feeling only a slight warmth. Toshika chalked it up to her new species which wasn't quite Faunus and shrugged it off.

There was a way. Her Scroll even showed her the way, easily in fact. Vale might not have had the technology of Atlas, however there was at least a basic mechashift prosthetics company established in the city. And their 'page', the Remnant equivalent of a website, said they could do special orders from Atlas, which solved the problem of actually having to go there.

It wasn't cheap. Atlas importing was an order of magnitude more, too.

But she knew she had that covered. Her character sheet read like some kind of munchkiny minmaxing prepper had written it.

Oh yeah, she grinned to herself. I did.

She remembered every single thing on it due to her eidetic memory, thank you original Me, and it was good.

So she took her deceptively heavy weapons out of her backpack, zipped it up, pulled Huey off her chest and dropped him into a gentle gravitational eddy that she tethered relative to her body, then finally directed her Balls to orbit her head just above her ears. After that it was a simple step off the building's edge and a soft drift to the ground.

The fact her Semblance could take limited instructions and continue them on a loop without her focus was very helpful. It wouldn't be of great use in combat, she'd have to at least focus on that, but she wouldn't drop out of the air if she, say, had to crunch a Grimm with her gravity. Likewise her Balls would orbit her head unless she directed them elsewhere, which was super important for the bombardment modes.

And she could also endlessly entertain Huey. As all dog owners knew, that was worth its weight in rare earth elements.

It was certainly a sight to see. A glowing purple starfield wrapped, nine tailed, fox Faunus floating above Vale's sidewalks and missing a leg, the tight curve-hugging polo shirt she wore fine, if unbuttoned, but her tight pants entirely empty on the left leg side up to the upper thigh. A ring of eight metal orbs spun lazily around above her ears, trailing slightly behind her sometimes. And trailing behind them, a dark purple and navy blue Corgi that was doing aerial donuts, grinning like a loon, and barking at everyone and everything like he was the happiest doggo on Remnant.

More amusing and heartbreaking was the expression of chagrined resignation on Toshika's face as she moved through the city. Her fox ears were flattened on her head, belying her state of mind, and the fact she didn't really feel comfortable being looked at without both legs quite yet. She had no issue being looked at in a sexy way, none at all, but pity… she wasn't really good at dealing with that, despite needing it sometimes.

Still, she was on the way to get her leg back. Or, at the very least, her stability. She kept telling herself the embarrassment would fade once she was able to stand up.

Her new leg wouldn't be a marvel of the highest technology Remnant had to offer like a certain blondeshell's replacement arm, but she'd at least be able to walk and run with whatever prosthesis she acquired there. And hell, maybe one of her fellow SIs would pimp her leg!

Okay, that sounded wrong. Toshika snickered to herself, her ears momentarily flicking straight up again. I'm so proud of myself.

Back on topic. She would be able to be a full blown Huntsman with the new limb. Or at least, that's what the company's page said, and it's not like she had many other options. The test efforts to get around hopping on one foot while using her tails for balance that she'd undertaken on the roof only made her look a mix of stupid and sexy. The former because she was trying to hop on one foot. The latter because, well… boobs.

Side note, get a sports bra, Toshika told herself, steadfastly ignoring the curious looks of people she passed as she continued floating towards her destination. ...A tight one.

Mortification and embarrassment were new emotions for her. She generally didn't give a crap about what others thought of her... unless those thoughts were sexy. And while the supreme size of her chest no doubt were behind the many glances which were very appreciative, the undercurrent was still one of confusion. Confused sexy is my domain, dammit!

Must have been the new hormones. Plus, who knew whatever the floofy parts of her required to exist and function.

A ROB Card.

Writer Me thinks he's so clever, Toshika grumbled in her head.

Whatever, she had a way to secure basically anything she could buy for herself, who cared if it was a living meme in credit card form. That pretty much just made it more awesome in her books.

Annoying, especially as she remembered typing it in and giggling endlessly at how much it would piss off Ironwood when the Bank of ROB referred him to an endless loop of customer service departments in entirely different countries, but awesome.

"Miss Corona, are you certain you don't want to wait? The leg from Atlas will only be a week," the nurse said, trying and failing once more to convince Toshika to call off the abruptly ordered surgery.

"I have to fly using my Semblance or hop like a crazy person or a high schooler until I get a leg," she sarcastically replied. "So no, I'm entirely fine with not waiting. It's the same socket. Why bother when I can walk now?"

The pretty nurse sighed and shook her head. "Wheelchairs exist, you know," she pointed out.

"Don't care, wanna walk."

Giving up, finally, the nurse just rolled her eyes and turned to the side. "She's prepped, Doctors."

'Prepped', she said. Toshika rolled her eyes and blew air out the side of her mouth, moving her hair out of her face. If 'prepped' was having every single one of your nine tails clamped down by secure straps, sure, she was 'prepped'.

She didn't begrudge them too much, though. Apparently faunus with tails had a nasty habit of their tails actually attacking surgeons that worked on their bodies while unconscious, and especially so if the faunus had Aura.

Toshika had to admit that was not a species quirk she'd expected. Even so, it actually made sense. More than that, it was distinctly lacking any kind of racist sting given that animals on Earth didn't have perfect conscious control of their tails when awake, much less knocked out, and clearly that trait carried over to the Faunus if Blake's ears twitching and Sun Wukong's (and isn't that an on the nose name) monkey tail curling around on its own were any indicators.

True, those were in the show, but she had verified that her own tails performed actions, sometimes major, of their own accord too. And she had nine of them, all very, very strong, and capable of being utilized in CQC.

She wouldn't want to be grappled by fox tails capable of lifting a man if she was a surgeon either.

Plus, it took conscious effort to turn Aura on and off, after all, and it sprang automatically to the defense of someone even without them knowing it. They could do an awake state operation with the painkillers and numbing agents they had with the patient's cooperation, but it wasn't advised.

Not that this ability of theirs helped Toshika, given she had no fucking idea how to turn it off in the first place.

Thus, the strapdown, the operation, the works.

Hey, she wasn't an expert in mechashift leg replacements, and her engineering skills definitely didn't help her understand whatever the fuck the microtech that was mechashift was beyond 'piece X does Y, insert into Z'.

To be fair that was apparently a lot more than most people on Remnant understood, but it wasn't enough to guide this operation and Toshika knew it.

The head surgeon approached her, a handsome and kind looking man. "Alright Miss Corona, we're ready to put you under," he gently informed her, smiling. "Anything you need to tell us that you may have forgotten before we do so?"

Toshika appeared to think about it, then abruptly grinned. "I better have both lungs when I wake up, Doc," she teased him.

He blinked, stunned, then laughed. "I will endeavor to make sure we don't remove your lungs as we operate on your leg," he deadpanned, though the effect was ruined by his ear to ear grin.

"Good to hear it Doc."

The man shook his head at her. He turned to the side and moved the absolutely gigantic fucking needle on a swivel arm with gods damned hydraulic compression cylinders on it she originally thought was a fucking 3D Printer for metal over towards her leg.

Toshika couldn't help it. She froze up, an unholy shriek erupting from her. She even started to glow purple, and only the rattling of the operation table as it started coming free from the floor under her power snapped her out of it enough to prevent her from flying through the roof, up up and away from that thing.

The nurse and assistant surgeon jumped straight into the air, then gave her dirty looks.

The lead surgeon halted his advance, peering around the monstrosity with a worried look. "Miss Corona?" he asked her. "Did something happen?"

She smiled shakily and pressed herself into the operating table. "WHY IS THAT SO BIG?!" she asked, sounding not unlike an angry cat. "IT HAS PISTONS! PISTONS, DOC!"

He did his blinking thing again and then sighed. "It has to get through your Aura," he explained patiently. "Unless, of course, you've figured out how to turn it off in the last few minutes?"

Toshika took a moment to process that, remembering that she had a force field around her body. One she didn't know how to turn off. "Oh," she squeaked, relaxing somewhat. "Right."

Writer Me, you fucking ass! You could've at least taught me how to control my damn shield!

The lead surgeon smiled sympathetically at her and nodded away from the operating theatre with his head. "I've heard looking away helps," he offered.

Toshika stared at him, then at the giant fucking needle, and finally looked over at Huey on the other side of the soundproof observation window.

While the sound of his "BORK!" wasn't audible, even to her enhanced hearing, his happy, reassuring smile and wagging tongue made her relax.

"Aight Doc, you've got, like, ten seconds until I can't keep myself from crushing that thing under the weight of an Atlas Frigate," she told him. She steadfastly kept her gaze locked on Huey even as she heard the team rapidly shuffling around and the pneumatic hiss of compressing pistons.

A few seconds later, something like six or seven if she was counting (she very much wasn't), that hugging feeling of hers registered a massive intrusion in the stump of her leg, and flinched back in surprise. Right along with that came the extreme pain of a needle the size of her finger piercing her skin. And muscles. And what felt like literally everything else.

It was over in a single moment as the numbing agent kicked in, but that didn't keep her from whimpering. The pain was entirely gone, hell, she couldn't feel the stump that was her left leg's remains at all, but she'd never done well with needles of a normal size as her original self. Much less giant ones with pistons.

Also she was already feeling pretty loopy. What the hell was in that thing?!

"Miss Corona?" the lead surgeon said, coming into her vision but making sure not to block her line of sight on Huey.

She fought her drooping eyes and limp form to manage a couple of words. "Yeah… Doc?" she weakly asked, consciousness slipping away.

He had a teasing lilt to his grin now. "The Vale Organ Donor Society thanks you for the volunteering of both of your lungs." He was so obviously teasing it was painful, which negated any panic Toshika might've felt.

The room was growing dark, but she still had to retort. "Mother… fuc-"

And like that, she was out.

Toshika woke up on a soft bed. Comfy mattress, comfy pillow, comfy blanket over her body and brushing the ring of metal grafted to her stump-

Wait a second, she thought, her eyes snapping open.

The kitsune Faunus bolted straight up in bed and pulled the covers off.

She was clothed, thankfully. They'd cut off the left pant leg to get access to her stump before she was strapped in and had that- not thinking about it, had her operation done, but she was expecting them to change her clothes… or something. She was surprised to see that she was wearing exactly what she walked in with.

Her right leg looked normal, or at least what she could tell of it from inside the pant leg did. Her left… had a cap of some kind of gray/gold-ish metal which was ringed by a smooth, solid strip of metal with a bunch of tiny lights and what were clearly contact points running around her leg and slightly up. The ring had four depressible dimples at compass points around her leg.

"You're up," a woman said.

Her head swiveled to the right to see the nurse from before with a clipboard in her hand… and a Huey being pet in the crook of her arm.

Despite herself, Toshika found a smile breaking out. "How long was I out?" she asked, returning her gaze to the socket.

"Five hours or so," she answered. "Your Aura is pretty strong. Healed you right up."

"Yeah, it tends to do that," Toshika acknowledged, turning her leg stump in different directions to try and see the implant's various parts. "I see Huey has already corrupted you."

"He's adorable," the nurse defended herself, somewhat heatedly.

Toshika chuckled even as Huey agreed wholeheartedly. "That he is." She turned to the nurse and grinned, placing both hands on her lap. "So! Where's my leg?"

The nurse nodded over to the left. Toshika turned around and beheld… well, technological hotness.

It wasn't like Yang's bright yellow, Ember Celica-integrated arm replacement had been. Her low tech prosthetic leg, and yes, this was the low tech one, looked a lot like a normal human leg… except it was slightly more white than her actual skin tone and had light embossed grooves running along it.

And oh yeah, rocket boosters in the foot. The thruster ports could just barely be seen on the ankle.

Because why not?

It actually kinda looked like that one body replacement from the Alita movie. Except, well, it was just a leg.

"Wow that's pretty," Toshika exclaimed.

"Only the best for our high paying clients," the nurse answered. She then held out Huey to her and smiled. "Let's get that on you and get you checked out, shall we?"

Toshika pulled Huey to her chest and wasn't surprised when he immediately snuggled into her cleavage. "Sure," she said, ignoring the nurse's slightly widened eyes at the actions of her dog. "Show me how it works."

And so, she did, and Toshika walked out of Vale's highest end prosthetics company with a spring in both steps. Though only one of them had a… boost, you could say.

Plus a yet again aerial dogfighting Corgi trailing behind her and her weapons, once more barking at the entire city.

She took out her phone- sorry, her scroll, and glanced at the time. She had about four hours until From Dust Till Dawn was supposed to be robbed. Or, well, the ballpark time she believed it would be robbed. It had been dark at the time during the show, but not so dark that unlit objects were invisible. So some time in the early evening.

Given she knew the plan was to meet up at Beacon unless they ran into each other, sticking next to Ruby (and ensuring she actually got accepted into Beacon, who knew what changes the others had made to the world) was a good way to keep an important part of canon on track and also gain a friend before she ran into her fellow SIs.

"Well Huey," she announced with a sigh, putting her scroll back into her pocket. "Time to go stake out a Dust shop."

Huey agreed.