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Keeps that from happening. Still figuring out FF as a whole. Still don't have a Beta, though that ws probably obvious at this point. I do reread my fics after I post them.
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A heads up, the towards the end of this, Kitsu gets a little insensitive. Nothing too bad, just outing someone.
Boundless Scholar: Happy for the encouragement!
Mrwinterdk: Love you XD
TheCyanNinja: Not in the colloquial sense of creepypasta's and horror fics, the actual genre refers to a setting that is dystopian, amoral, or violent. And that is worm to a T. Technically the Hunger games is grim dark. But I see what you mean with how extreme some grimm darks fics get. Especially in the MLP franchise, those genuinely scare me.
Now then, on with the show!
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-Dallons house-
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"PANPAN!" I loved Panacea in the series, she was such a tragic character whose internal struggle broke my heart. In such a way that I REALLY wanna see her have a happier ending in this world. She might even be able to resolve her sister love issues! Unlikely but I wanna see her happy.
Not to mention her power is versatile as hell. I know she modifies cigarettes with her power to make them safe. I wanna see what else she could do. My own bio kinesis is similar, but doesn't come with nearly as intrinsic an understanding of biology as I'd hope, just lets me see into the body, that's it. No making my own Pokémon, unfortunately.
I see her very visible confusion and Victoria, aka Glory Girl, behind her. Now that could be me being here in general, or, yeah just me being here.
"Wuh?" She says intelligently.
"A-Amy, h-how are you? Th-this is Kitsu, you know Kitsu right? Hyper powerful Cape? Currently in our house?" Carol looked ready to start crying in frustration. Mainly because I refused to do ANYTHING she said. Little control freak.
'Nothing pisses off a control freak more, than something they can't control.' I think mischievously. I know the reason Carol is the way she is, is because of unresolved trust issues and an unresolved Stockholm syndrome. But one's own trauma is no excuse to perpetuate a cycle of abuse. In this case it's neglect and an over-controlling nature.
"Ames? Whats going on?" Vicky tries to look over Amy's shoulder.
"Oh, it's the collateral damage barbie doll!" 'Did I say that out loud? Oops.'
"Excuse me?!"
"You are excused. Wanna play? We can start over, I'm the top hat, you can't have it, it's mine. Are you okay with that Mark?"
"You just wanna start over because you're losing." He says with a smirk. He's really been enjoying himself; I think I remind him of a younger Victoria, you know?
"Mark!" Carol whisper shouts, she been on eggshells around me.
"Lies and slander! I swear upon the, uh, a plague! For such insincere words!"
"What the fuck is going on here?" Amy said
"Language!" That was me.
"English, now answer the question." Oh, I love her more than I thought I would.
"Ames, Amy darling." I think I broke Carol. "We, are playing a nice peaceful game of monopoly. With Kitsu, and apparently Kitsu would like you to join." She really stressed peaceful there,
"Please! More people, more fun!"
"Okay, now why are you here?" Amy asks.
"I'm bored."
"Really?"
"Well that and I wanna be your friend."
"... What?" She says incredulously.
"Friend, you know? Hang out, do each other's nails, talk about cute boys, or girls, I don't judge."
"Okay I've had enough here, you're obviously doing something nefarious, stop it and get out of my house." To absolutely NO ONES surprise that was Victoria.
"Nefarious? How?"
"One, My mother is a wreck and has clearly been taken hostage. And two, my dad looks happy! He's never happy!"
'WOW. Tell a cripple they're in a wheelchair why dontcha?'
"Hey!" 'Yeah! Stand up for yourself Mark!'
"Dad, not now."
I know Glory Girl is supposed to be hot headed, but damn she just put down her family.
"You're mean." I'm still playing the part of a child.
"And you're done here leave or else."
"I just wanted to play games!"
"I'll play games, how about tag!" She rushes forward and clocks me in the face.
'Bitch!'
"Aaaagh!" I fly back into the table.
"VICTORIA!/VICKY!" Practically everyone shouts.
Okay, I know I shouldn't, but I'm pissed. Getting up I narrow my eyes at Glory Hole and walk past her over to the door. Amy stepping aside.
"Good and stay out" She says floating and letting her Fuck Me/Fear Me Aura blast me.
I just open the door, turn around and grab her ankle, throwing her out of the house and onto the street.
"Good and stay out! Mlnn!" Sticking my tongue out at her at close the door at step to the side.
*Crash*
I grab her ankle as she crashes through the closed door. And throw here through again.
"Tag, you're it" I walk down the steps of their porch and follow after Victoria. I would look intimidating, if I wasn't under five feet tall. She gets back up and rushing forward. I let her hit me. Absorbing the hit and not moving, again knockback only hits if I want it to.
"That it? That all you got?" She then starts to whale into me. I let her cause all its doing is fueling my power. It's actually starting to crater the ground slightly.
"WHY! WON'T! YOU! GO! DOWN!" She shouts between hits. Grabbing her wrist I slam her into the ground and gut punch her before her shield can reactivate. Leaning down I whisper into her ear.
"Because I am what you pretend to be." This is one of those capes that I am a natural counter to. If she was smart, she could have cratered the ground around me and then collapsed the rubble on me. Or heck just grab me and throw me into the bay. No, instead she just kept punching, expecting me to go down eventually.
'How does Gallant put up with her? Must be her looks.'
"Why-" I start slamming her into the ground again and again. Like Hulk did to Loki.
*Alarm*
Before I can finish, a bunch of PRT vans pull up.
'Deja vu'
*VVRRRRRMMM*
'That's new.'
Turning to the sound, I see a familiar sight on a new bike, pull up.
"ROBOCOP!" I yell throwing my hands up in excitement.
"Armsmaster!" the man on the bike says angrily.
"Aaawww." I put my hands down. I knew that. I just love upsetting him.
"Hrmm. As annoying as ever"
"As ever? You make it sound like we meet all the time, we've met like, three? Four times?"
He proceeds to ignore me and turns to the officers stepping out. Making gestures to them as they nod and start to surround me.
"Will you come quietly?" He asked.
Huh people were coming out of their houses and watching now. I even see a phone or two recording.
"I won't be coming at all." He knew this. He turned his spear on and it sparked with electricity.
"Then let us get this over with."
"This ought to be even more fun." I kick Glory Hole upwards.
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Collin Wallis (Armsmaster) POV
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It had been about a year since he encountered Kitsu. The overpowered child had been trapsing around the country, been seen everywhere from California, to New York. Breaking and entering, as well as breaking legs. She was a vigilante at best, and a criminal at worst. I will bring her in one way, or another.
"Will you come quietly?" I know she won't. But I have a plan of action. She is impervious to damage, but not pain, enough of it and she's known to pass out. That and she can't keep her strength up indefinitely. There was no evidence of that, but every power has its limit. I turn on the Static Inductor. It's an electrical transferring system made with a feedback loop between an inverter generator and an electromagnetic inductor. I was rather proud of it actually.
"Then let us get this over with." I say.
"This ought to be even more fun." She grins menacingly and kicks Glory Girl across the street towards her house.
Now no longer needing to worry about a possible hostage I launch forward with the kinetic repulsors and swing my spear with my right . She ducks and I throw a left hook and she shatters.
'Damn it.'
"Behind you." She says in a sing song voice. Turning I see her sitting on a top a street lamp.
"Foam her!"
After the officers got a good three lobs at her I hear the tell-tale sound of glass shattering.
"What the hell jackasses!"
'Uh oh.'
Where Kitsu was, Glory Girl is now foamed and stuck to the top of the lamp. Looking over to confirm, I see that there is a Glory Girl in front of Dallon house on the sidewalk the Dallons in the background. Only it shatters to reveal Kitsu, sitting on the curb smiling, chin resting in her hands.
"Howsit goin?" She says.
I glare at her through the helmet and rush forward again and thrusting my spear.
"FOAM HER NOW!" That wasn't me. Turning I see me pointing at, me. And looking down I see a defeated Kitsu at my feet.
'More illusions!'
"Sir!"
Before I can do anything, I get hit with the containment foam that was aimed at the what was likely a fake Kitsu.
As I lose mobility I hear more shattering, the Kitsu in front of me is gone, another one, likely the real one, is on the Dallon porch, even Dallons seem surprised. And his men were going into a panic.
'Fuck, Assault will never let him hear the end of this.'
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Kitsu POV
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That WAS fun! It was tricky, timing the illusions to match perception, first making Vicky invisible and an illusion of her at the same time, then making myself invisible with a decoy to stay behind, then making another decoy where the invisible Vicky was on top the lamppost. And then breaking the illusion of Vicky on the curb and creating another decoy immediately. And finally making Armsmaster Invisible as soon as he would have moved, allowing him to move to the decoy, and having a decoy of HIM stay behind and order the shot.
Layering illusions is hard, not as hard as folding them unless I make them tactile. But the difficulty is what makes it rewarding, I think. As soon as the fight started, I just walked over to the porch and no one noticed until the fight was over and I dropped all the illusion.
'That took about two thirds what I got from Vicky.' Illusions took more energy the complicated they got, it's why I usually stick to glass weaponry, or a single decoy. People tend to forget I can make illusions at all and attribute the daggers, shards, and other such things as a weird conjuring ability.
"That was fun" I say.
"How the hell?!" That was Amy.
"What?"
"You, were, then you, huh?" Understandable.
"You don't know? I can rewrite reality within a certain distance to me. The further away the weaker it gets." I'm bullshitting of course.
"Kitsu, honey." Mark said
What is with people following up my name with things like 'Honey' and 'Sweetie' when they're about to ask me stuff?
"Yes?"
"Why did you do this?"
"Do what?"
He fixes a glare at me.
"You know what."
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"She started it!" I say pointing to the foamed Victoria.
"And Armsmaster?"
"..."
"He started it!" I say pointing to the foamed RoboCop knockoff.
"*Sigh* Can you get Victoria down? Please?" He says sounding tired.
"Okay." I say pouting. Walking over to the lamppost that Victoria is foamed to. Throwing up the occasional glass pane to deflect the panicking officers launching containment foam at me.
I find it hard to refuse people who are nice to me.
I grab the base of the street light and break it free. Grabbing the wires to absorb as much of the energy from the electricity as I can before the surge protector shuts off the power.
"What? Hey what are-?!"
I then slam the light post into the ground, over and over, breaking of a little more of the foam until Victoria just shakes off onto the ground, still foamed, just no longer foamed to the post. Dropping the post I walk over and grab Vicky.
"When I get out of here, I'll make you pay for this!" She shouts, struggling and trying to break out of what is essential degradable concrete.
"No you won't." She can try, but unless she develops a brain and comes up with an actual plan outside of 'Vicky Smash!' I'll be fine.
"Here you go Mark." I say beaming a smile while holding Vicky out to him.
"Thank you Kitsu."
Mark is getting a lot of weird looks; I think it's because I'm doing what he asks. I've never done what people ask of me, mainly because they usually upset me by either, one, threatening me, two, being people I genuinely don't like, i.e. The E88, or three, trying to bribe me to do more reprehensible things, like assassination. I refuse to kill for money, unless it's someone like Epstein, no, even then I'd do it for free.
"Can we play monopoly now?" I ask. That actually got a lot more weird looks directed at Mark.
"The uh, table is broke Kitsu." I forgot about that.
"Aw." I just slump and turn to leave. "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, see you later Mark."
I wave good bye to them before I blitz down the sidewalk, looking for a pizza place. What? I'm hungry.
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-Timeskip next day early morning PRT HQ Brockton Bay-
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Director Emily Pigot POV
She lost the bet on who Kitsu would pick a fight with. And how long it would take.
Day one, Glory Girl.
And to make matters worse, before she could send Gallant, Assault, Vista, and Clockblocker. Armsmaster Runs off as soon as he hears Miss Militia say Kitsu! She was prepared for Kitsu the moment she was reported near the area. Gallant, because he is good at calming people down. Assault, because he is the only person that Kitsu avoids fighting, for some reason always choosing to run away. Vista and Clockblocker, because if worse came to worse those two were a deadly combo. With Vista warping the ground so that Clockblocker can just reach out and touch someone, and then he just stops them with his temporal locking.
But no. Collin had a grudge match. And now she was seated across from the Dallons trying to sort this mess out.
"So to simplify, Kitsu showed up to your house, appeared on your coffee table, you blasted her through the wall, and then she asked to play board games?"
"Yes." Mark somehow said with a straight face.
"Truth." Armsmaster said from her side.
"Okay, then you, Carol, got home to them playing checkers, tried to kick Kitsu out, when she, thinking it was a game, began running around the house with you chasing her?" Mark just snorts, likely remembering the event.
"Yes." She said, looking like she swallowed a lemon.
"Truth."
"And then after you caught her, she you convinced her to stay still and play monopoly."
"More, or less." She continues.
"Then you get home with your sister and pick a fight with possibly the single most dangerous and unpredictable parahuman currently alive.''
"Nobody's invincible, just give me another shot at her and I-"
"You'll what?" I cut off the headaches rant. "Get beat into the ground again? Get foamed by PRT officers? Unless you think you could face off against an Endbringer single handedly then if I were you then I'd invest in some self-preservation little girl."
"She got lucky!"
"Lie."
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We all just turn to Armsmaster.
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"What, she lied."
"I did not!" Glory Girl shouts.
"Lie, you know you can't beat her." Where's the Ibuprofen.
"Oh! And you'll do better? Last I checked you wound up foamed faster than me."
"I'm not arguing with a child." He said stoically.
"Yeah cause you lost!"
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"Moving on, after the fight you claim she told you her power was reality warping?" I point to Amy.
"Yes."
"Truth."
That made both too much, and no sense at all. If it was reality warping, then how did she know so much, and if it was it would explain why she can DO so much. It would explain the inconsistences in her inability to be harmed. Sometimes she ragdolls with a hit, other times it was like hitting an indestructible wall. Kitsu embodied the immovable object. Other times she embodied the unstoppable force. And then there were decoys she could throw out, which can now look like other people. And turning hersel and others invisible.
"I think it's time to add Self Trump to her power set."
"Ma'am. Are you sure?" Armsmaster sounded justifiably apprehensive. It's not every day a Self Trump is announced, and they are always the most troublesome. The Butcher is one such case.
"Five years ago, all she could do is run, hit, and occasionally make a shoddy half colored, still, illusion of herself. Three years ago, she started making full working decoys, two years ago she could turn invisible, a few months ago she made glass shards that destroyed The Machine Army and now she is making full TALKING decoys of people."
"Wait, she did" Amy pipes up.
"Which part?"
"The Machine Army? How it's gone?" How did she not know?
"When was this?"
"Earlier this year, in march."
"oh." she said quietly.
"Moving on, you have no idea as to why she would show up to your house?"
"No." Mark said.
"Just, go home."
As they leave, I contemplate what I could've done in a past life to deserve this level of stress.
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-Commercial district Morning-
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I'm walking around the electronics store in the mall wearing an oversized trench coat and hat I stole. Why? I feel bad about Marks TV. I can't buy a TV, but that won't stop me.
"Excuse me, little girl? Can I help you?" That's new. Normally people don't notice me unless I do something unusual, or if they're looking for me before hand.
Looking over I see a young blonde with an eyepatch.
'Shit, Othala' I forgot that the commercial district is Empire territory. So of course, they would notice me, they're always looking for young impressionable Aryans to sway to their ideology.
"Nope." I just pick a random 58-in flatscreen and start walking out.
"You can't-" She starts.
"Othala." I stare her right in her eye, her face somehow getting whiter, and take off the hat. "No."
Now I'm drawing all sorts of attention, what with me carrying a TV bigger than me. So I just toss off the coat and hat. I have to carry this all the to the Dallons house in downtown. I don't think I'll have the energy for that, and I can't run, I only got the steam to make it half way.
'Eh, I already stole a TV might as well take a cart, I'll return it.'
Walking over to the front of the mall I put the TV in the cart and continue my on my way.
'I don't wanna jinx it, but this is going surprisingly well.'
[Idiot]
'What?!'
"STOP THIEF!"
"Darn it." Looking over I see a girl in a green and white dress, and two guys in armor, one with blue outlines and the other with little clocks on it.
"OH! Vista, Gallant and, Stopwatch?" have I mentioned how much I love messing with people?
"Clockblocker!"
"Bad word!" Because I love it a lot.
"Shes got you there Clock." Vista says leaning over to look at him with a smirk.
"She aint got nothing." He says defiantly.
"I have a TV!" I say cheerfully.
"No you don't." I see Vista move her arms to warp space and throw myself around the TV. Knowing she can't influence areas with living matter I smirk at her.
"How did you? Never mind." She moves her hands and in an acid trip of a visual Clockblocker is behind me.
"Uh oh." I jump up and around him, avoiding his hands. I wrap my arms around his neck and, creating a glass platform under my feet, I supplex him.
"SHIT!"
I don't give him a chance to recover as I keep him in a chokehold, brings his hands up to my arms and tries to pull himself free. I'm not worried he can't risk freezing me here or he'll potentially kill himself. If I freeze like this, I'll be stuck choking him-
-Timeskip 7 minutes-
-and he'll, What? He's completely limp in my arms as I feel Vista and Gallant trying to pull me off. I let go as I realize what's going on and let go. Gallant then tosses me off of Clockblocker
"Oh no!" That was me. "No, nonononononono." I'm panicking as I freak out! I've killed, but they were pedophiles, and Nazi's! Not kids! Not heroes who were trying to make the world a better place! Never on accident!
"Clock! Clock! DENNIS!"
"Vista! He's, he's not waking up, he still has a pulse, we need to get him to a hospital!"
Oh wait, I almost forgot I don't have a Manton Limit on my bio kinesis! I have an idea. Running up I toss Gallant to the side.
"Woah!"
I then focus my energy into my hands and rip his chest plate off. Vista tries to push me off. Honestly, I don't blame her, from her point of view I just threw Gallant and am now ripping into a comatose Clockblocker.
"Stop! Stop it!" I turn and throw her too.
I put my hands on Clockblockers chest and focus. I've never done this, so it's do or die. So I enhance my perception with as much energy as I can spare, time is of the essence and I still need energy to do manipulate his biology.
Looking in I see the damage, several parts of his brain are shot, withered and dead or dying, he's not brain dead, and his amygdala is dead. So any and all short-term memory is gone. That's fine, I can work with that, he won't remember the last day of his life, but it's better that than not waking up ever again. His frontal lobe is fine, his auditory and motor areas are shot, with nerves firing randomly in the auditory. His visual is suffering the same as the audio. Everything is still where it needs to be so I don't have to worry about placement, just reviving, and a little rebuilding, he's also developing arthritis, I'll go ahead and fix that as an apology for almost killing him. All together it probably took five seconds, but to my enhanced perception it felt like an hour of constant and painstakingly detailed work as I fixed neuron after neuron, refixing the myelin sheaths and everything.
He starts twitching violently as though in a horrible seizure. And he starts screaming as he turns over and pukes, with the helmet still on.
"Oh, oh god. Wuh, wuh jus habend? Waz, I dwugged?" Yeah, he's going to be out of it for a bit.
"DENNIS!" Vista rushes forward and wraps her arms around his neck, crying her eyes out.
"Woah, Visha, names!"
"SHUT UP! Just, just shut up."
"I ship it." I say.
"What?" Gallant says after walking up to me.
"Nothing!" I say quickly. He stares at me.
"You resuscitated him. Not even Panacea can do that." He is remarkably calm. Maybe it has something to do with emotion his powers?
"Yeah, and?"
"Why don't you put your powers to better use?" That's where he's going with this.
I have multiple reasons, one I don't see the point, in three years we get gold morning. Two, I only learned I could do this a few months ago, and this is the first time I ever used it. Three, the red tape involved would have me wrapped up more than a mummy!
And four, I, never really thought about it. Now I feel like a bad person
"Oh god you stink!" Vista is still freaking out
"There's vomit in my helmet! What happened to me!"
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"I'm taking the TV." I stare up at him.
"No, you're not." He stares me down.
"..."
"Don't take off your helmet! You can't let people see your face!"
"But it's everywhere!"
"..."
"You should help your teammates." Is this a standoff?
"They're fine." It is! That's so cool!
Or it would be, if I had any energy left! Fixing Clock took the rest of it out of me, I have about enough to lift the TV one more time.
'I need to find an outlet, or start carrying a taser, ooh that's actually not a bad idea!'
"I'm here Gallant!"
Looking over I see the idiot herself, Glory Hole, carrying Panacea!
"I'm here too, so yeah," Aw poor PanPan sounds tired. She deserves a nap.
"Big V! Clock needs a new mask, he puked in his!" Vista yells out.
"I didn't mean to! Oh god it's getting in my hair, that is something I only thought women would say!" That was in bad taste.
*SMACK*
"Now is not the time!" Vista just slapped him in the back of the head.
" Agh! Now it's in my eyes!"
"Can you, like, calm them or something? Vista is in hysterics, and Clockblocker is obviously about to panic." I say to Gallant.
He regards me with what I can only assume is suspicion before turning and lobbing a blue light orb at the two panicking Wards. Watching them stop and calm down was kinda funny.
"Okay, someone tell me what happened." Victoria said.
"I killed Stopwatch."
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"What?!" Clockblocker squealed.
"I'm tired, I'm going home." I say and just start leaving.
"Hold it brat. You're not going anywhere!" Great Vicky is now blocking my way.
"Leave." In the words of Jack Patillo! Master of butterfly chasing and house building!
"No." I'm done here. I am sooooo done here.
"Leave or I will say something, someone, will regret."
"Yeah right, what could you possibly say that-"
"Amy Dallon is gay." I cut her off.
"What!?" I heard from three different people.
"No she isn't!" Vicky says.
"Yes, yes she is." I insist.
"I'm the closest person to her, I think I would notice something like that!"
"And she's always so jealous around me, and puts off so much lust and love when I'm around." that was Gallant.
"Why not ask her." I say, pointing to the mortified brunette.
looking to her they both see her blush and look away. Trying to hide in her hood.
"Holy shit." Gallants says under his breath. Likely seeing her emotions.
"Ames, why didn't you tell me?! I wouldn't have tried to set you up with so many guys!" At least Vicky looks like she's handling that well.
"It's, I just, you don't." She looks a bit panicked. Perfect, they forgot all about me.
Now that they're distracted, I walk back to the cart and start walking away with the TV. Vista goes to say something but I cut her off with a look.
"Don't make me start with you Missy." I say pointedly.
She raises her hands in surrender and starts to back away. Clockblocker is still groaning and trying to get his helmet off, I think I may have bent something by accident when ripping off the chest plate.
It was a total dick move to out Amy's sexuality. But part of the reason she had a breakdown was the pressure of hiding a part of herself. The other parts are the lack of a familial support system outside of Victoria, and with how she felt towards Vicky that only made the fact that she was her only support worse. And the final part is [Shaper] getting increasingly frustrated with Amys refusal to use her power creatively and lashing out at her.
'I can't fix the shitty home life, but maybe I can encourage her to use her power. Which hospital did she visit again?'
[Apprehension: Odds low]
'Oh hush you.'
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Amy Dallon POV
Fuck today! Fuck Vicky! Fuck Carol! And fuck Kitsu! She had no right! None!
'Now Vicky is talking about trying to set me up the brunette from chemistry! And it's not like I can just tell her my type!' considering her type was blonde, buxom, bubbly and blue eyed!
'Oh, just thinking about how Vicky would react to finding out SHE is my type. I'd die of humiliation!' Falling over onto her bed she screams into her pillow. Carol didn't approve, mostly because it was unpopular and New Wave didn't need bad publicity. 'Again, fuck Carol.' And to top it all off Kitsu, the little bitch, slipped away! And she can apparently bring people out of comas! Her claim to rewriting reality around her is looking more and more plausible every day.
Dean was very silent the whole time. No doubt confused as to why I would radiate jealousy, love, and lust when he's around. I just hope he doesn't figure out that the only time I'm around him is when I'm around Vicky. And if he does figure it out, he should keep it to himself or she'll break her own rules and make him impotent.
'No, I'll probably just skip town. Move to Washington state, they're more accepting.'
She just wished today never happened. At least Mark was supportive, he sat her down after Carol left. He told her that he only wishes her to be happy and that wo she chooses to love is no one's business but my own, unless they got me pregnant in which case, he would have to bury someone. That actually made her smile a bit.
'Maybe today wasn't all bad. At least I don't have to deal with all the boys Vicky tries to set me up with.'
"Vicky!" She heard Carol say.
"Yeah mom?"
"Did you order a TV online!"
'What? We got a new TV?'
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A/N I did not intend that last part to offend any one. Most people don't know or realize that gay marriage wasn't even legal until 2012 in the U.S. and homosexuality wasn't widely accepted till 2011. As Earth-bet is a sort of dark reflection of Earth, I tried to represent that accurately. Hell Kevin Conroy, the voice of Batman for nearly 30 years, was gay and didn't feel people would accept him until 2016. I actually looked up a poll from 2010 and it was easier to count the states that voted in favor of gay rights, 14 by the way and of those only 3 were exceptionally in favor, the others were still under the 2/3rd majority. Meaning that at that time more than four fifths of America was statistically against gay rights.
I hope I didn't offend anyone, I personally am Asexual, but the experience is different for everyone. And I know how it feels for someone to set you up in the hopes you find someone, when you want nothing to do with it. My own mother kept setting me up on blind dates because she couldn't understand, she just kept saying I needed to 'Find the right one and I'll understand.' Took three years and a massive fight to get through to her that I won't give her grandkids.
Anyway, the point here was to showcase that while Kitsu is smart, she is not wise and is still prone to rash decisions when upset, and at the end of the day is rather inconsiderate. She literally broke into someone's house because she was bored.
I also put soft limits on the whole Panacea power, because it really is an overpowered ability that was only hindered by Panacea's refusal to fully use it. I mean, she could make drugs to cure anything, reinforce others by making their bones denser, stuff like that, she could become her own version of poison ivy. The villain not the actual plant.
That being said, what is the hospital Amy works at? I can't find the name of it for the life of me, I just know it's a cover for the E88.