Alan Marris.
Even to this day, Armsmaster felt complicated about the man, because Alan was everything Armsmaster wished to be and would loathe to be.
Tinker Marris was an unmasked Tinker who began his career in 2001, busting the Teeth's Boston cell with gusto. He made his way to Brockton Bay and fought the E88 multiple times before finally settling down … somewhere. It was at this point that he also unmasked himself.
Now, unmasking might mean something to most capes but Alan Marris was a Case-53; he never had an identity to begin with.
On top of that, Marris did something to prevent Thinkers from finding where he was. It was like he disappeared into the thin air. The only thing the Protectorate had been sure about during Marris's first year as a cape was the fact that he seemed to possess a variety of powers and a knack of disappearing to thin air. This became even more so when he apparently set up shop in Boardwalk itself yet no one could find his "shop."
No radio wave, no light, no smell, no air depressions, no alteration to dimensional fabric. Nothing everywhere.
Yet there were always people who reported stumbling into his shop, [Wealth of Dreams], and meeting the man.
And the things he offered…
Colin glanced at the ring on his left index finger, which shone dimly in the lab's overhead lights. The Ring of Sustenance Colin wore was one of nine rings Marris gifted to the Protectorate ENE. It removed the need for food, water, and sleep (though the last of them was debatable as long duration without sleep caused mental issues). The Protectorate spent over a year just trying to find its secrets, and to this day, no one cracked it.
The Ring, however, was the least of the awesome tinkertech Marris created. The most heinous thing Marris released (Colin didn't doubt for a second that Marris had worse things in store) was an addictive combat booster of unknown make that empowered a parahuman's power. It allowed former Protectorate hero, Carval (Brute 4/Mover 2/Striker 2) to punch way above his weight class (Brute 8/Mover 4/Striker 6).
The problem?
Carval became addicted to the drug and went through extreme measures to buy more of it.
The Protectorate, after confining Carval, tried to arrest Marris but no one could arrest a man that they couldn't find. Instead, they set up a quarantine over the Boardwalk so that no one would enter his shop on accident, thus depriving him of customers and income flow.
Marris countered this by somehow pulling people from neighboring cities, and also from cities as far as Washington D.C., to his shop before sending them back when they finished their purchases.
In the end, they "requested" Marris to stop making the drug and he did.
Less than a month after he stopped making that drug, he began to sell Necklace of Flight.
In bulk.
E88 stole one shipment, and there was, for a month, platoon of flying Neo-Nazis decked out in Nazi Germany SS uniform.
He didn't like thinking about the man.
But he had to today because a new issue had cropped up with Alan Marris at the center of it.
Yesterday, Victoria Dallon openly stepped out of [Wealth of Dreams] with Alan Marris in tow. And they more or less proclaimed being in a relationship together.
This … this was the most headache inducing issue. His first instinct was to ignore their relationship and bring Marris in for questioning and sale of tinkertech, an illegal act, but Director Piggot forbid him from doing so.
Why?
The PRT could not be seen going against a smaller but very famous independent New Wave, and an attack on Marris, as the Thinker Tank noted mere hours ago, would incite a break in New Wave, and that would lead to instability in a region that had been traditionally guarded by New Wave. The gangs would see a crack in the armor of the New Wave - PRT cooperation and move to take advantage. The Thinker Tank, while it couldn't plot Marris, could certainly plot Victoria Dallon, and the PRT as a whole had a higher chance of inviting Marris to talk.
In essence, it would cause trouble greater than the value of just simply asking Marris.
So that's what he did because it was more efficient, even if it gave him a headache.
Standing in front of [Wealth of Dream]'s store counter, Colin came as Armsmaster to deliver a message to Alan Marris. It was to show that PRT and Protectorate ENE was serious about the message. It was also between two patrol routes that Armsmaster made today, so it was efficient as well.
"Alan Marris." The shop owner looked at him with a smile but didn't say anything. It was as if he expected this visit and was mocking the Protectorate. Seeing as the man didn't seem to want to speak, Colin continued. "Director Piggot of PRT ENE wishes to meet with you. Are you available tomorrow at 2:30 pm?"
Marris blinked with that infuriatingly bland smile still on his face. "Sure," he responded slowly. "So your director will come to me?"
"It would be better if you came to the PRT ENE headquarters."
He didn't want to stand here and talk with this man. He had better things to do than deal with him.
"... Sure."
Colin nodded. "Please arrive by 2 o' clock at the PRT ENE headquarters lobby." Then he left.
He had a patrol route to finish for the day, and then he could finally go back to tinkering.
Dean Stansfield.
The owner of the Stansfield Holdings, the most net profitable company in all of New Hampshire since the late 90's. A genius and a smooth socialite at the young age of eighteen.
And an unknown parahuman.
Out of all descriptions, he considered the last one to be the most exciting part of his life. Shortly after his father died in an accident, he inherited not only the family business but also his father's most secret purchase: Cauldron vials.
It was a secret among the elite that there existed an organization that sold their services and goods, particularly that of superpower in vials. Dean was roughly aware of this, and thus he knew exactly what he was looking at when he found the vials.
As the inheritor of all things his father held, he also inherited the contact his father had with Cauldron. It was easy enough to get into contact with them once he provided the necessary code phrases.
From them, he learned that his father bought three vials.
Dean only had two. It didn't take him long from that information that his father may have been a parahuman for a short time before his death. It would explain how he had become a victim to Hookwolf of all people, who was rumored to be not only in the employee of Kaiser of Empire Eighty Eight but also Medhall.
Stansfield Pharmaceutical was still a big rival, operating mostly deeper inland. If father had indeed become a parahuman, then it would have given the E88 an opening to rid themselves of a competitor without causing too much issue.
Dean promised himself that if there was an opening, then he would return the favor not because he wanted to avenge his father (he did want vengeance but it was the secondary priority) but because removing E88 would ensure a safer world for him.
Still, he had two vials and learned from Cauldron that both of them were vials classified as C3P4V8.
C3: Classification 3, meaning stable. P4: Power 4, meaning on a scale of 1 through 10, 10 being very powerful, it was a moderate power. V8: Versatility 8. On the same scale as Power, it was very versatile.
It took Dean a month after learning all of this to down that one of the two vials.
Since then, he had been using his newfound power for the benefit of his family and business. His power, Emotion Wavelength, allowed him to see emotions in colors only he could see as a silhouette around a person and fire a blast that had emotions attached to it.
He already bought out most of the smaller pharmaceuticals in New England north of Boston, leaving only Medhall as his rival. He bided his time, gathering information about E88's connection to Medhall, which he will use at the right time.
For now, he was playing, enjoying the luxuries of his inheritance and his power. Particularly, he enjoyed the teeanger who was sucking away at his dick while looking up at him. Although her lips were stained white with his ejaculates, she continued to bob her head even as she gagged because that's what he told her to do.
He learned of her through his network of informants in the city, one of whom was a high schooler who thought that he was reporting the horrid situation at Winslow High School to a news outlet. Dean learned about a girl being bullied by three popular girls. He checked her out, and found her to be his liking.
So he flexed a little of his muscles. He contacted the school district, not the school, and made sure that the three bullies got suspended. He used that suspension as a time to approach the girl, catching her off guard a month before winter vacation. He made himself relateable to her. He made her feel better about herself. He made sure to give her a way to contact him, telling her how he enjoyed her company.
Of course, the suspended girls returned and bullied the girl with a vengeance.
To no surprise, she sought him out.
She was vulnerable, so he took advantage of her. With a simple blast that had no force, he induced heavy lust into her. Made her want to touch him.
He pulled her in, kissed and touched her. Made her feel good. Made her feel wanted.
Then, in a series of unfortunate events, her dad died when Empire Eighty-Eight attacked his workplace.
Orphaned, alone, and weak, she turned to him to save her.
And he did.
He saved her house, he paid for her dad's funeral, and he took her into his own home.
Finally, everything was ready. She was vulnerable.
So he took her to his bedroom and fucked the daylight out of her. Again and again and again and again.
Taylor Anne Hebert was his.
He moaned as he felt the climax coming, and gripped her hair as a handle and pulled her in. Her eyes widened behind her glasses and she slapped his inner thigh as she gagged.
Then he came into her mouth, and she gagged. Slowly, her face began to turn blue.
He watched her for a few more moments before he let her off, and she fell back onto the bedroom carpet. She coughed, holding her throat.
Dean grinned maliciously as he moved off the bed and knelt down on the carpet. He pulled her legs apart, and lined himself up. With a single push, he pushed her vagina apart with his dick and reached deep into her. He leaned forward and then hovered over her, pulling her ass up with him, and pinned her wrists with his hands. Then he moved quickly, pleasuring himself with her. Taylor moaned as he pumped her while pinning her down, and began to mutter incoherently in her sexual high.
Dean groaned as he felt her vagina quiver and tighten around him, and he pounded into her vagina mercilessly.
He loved the way her eyes rolled back whenever he fucked her. She was malleable and pleasurable to fuck-!
"Dean, Dean-!" Taylor moaned like the well-trained pet that she was. "Oh God, Dean! I'm cumming, I'm cumming again!"
She screamed as she came again, and Dean felt her already tight vagina coil around his dick like an iron grip. Lubricated as it was with their juices, he continued to pump her without a problem.
"I'm gonna die, Dean! Imma cum-!" Taylor shouted and yelled, mewled, and begged.
He flipped her around, planting her face into the carpet and wrapped his arms around her chest, grabbing her budding boobs in each of his hands. He twisted her nipples, eliciting screams of pleasures from Taylor.
He pounded faster and faster, and Taylor began to just moan and groan, unable to speak from the waves of pleasure rocking her body.
Dean grinned. He wanted her to go over the moon in her high. He wanted her to know explicitly that she was his and for her body to acknowledge that. He used his power and blasted her right in the chest again and again with pleasure-packed blasts, and she gasped and quivered in his embrace.
Then he slammed into her one last time and ejaculated into her.
"D-Dean, Imma b-b-be p-p-pregnant," Taylor moaned.
Wordlessly, he flipped her around and then straightened himself.
Pregnant, huh?
He imagined a pregnant Taylor, sniffling and begging for more with her round belly.
He stared at Taylor's nearly comatose form and realized he would very much like to see Taylor pregnant.
Ignoring her pleas to stop, he began to pump her again, intent on impregnating the girl he'd come to like.
A/N: In Which Dean is no longer Gallant but a ruthless conglomerate villain fucking a submissive non-Skitter Taylor.
A/N 2: In Which Armsmaster is no different from before.