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by Kahlil Johnson

Don’t own crap

24. Wtf2

Thursday, February 9th, 2011

Another day, another session of waking up in the morning, putting on your uniform, and going to eat breakfast in the lunchroom. Today was different though. You didn't go and sit at Eva's table to wait for her, instead you grabbed your lunch and sat in a corner of the room. You caught a disappointed look on Eva's face when she came in and looked towards you. It made you feel a bit guilty.

But you needed to figure out how to deal with Eva and Mary. Or risk losing the affections of one to gain that of other.

So, you weaved your power beneath tables and across the floor to coil it around Eva who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria.

As your classes started, thinking about that in the cafeteria gave you an idea. Instead of paying attention to your lectures, you snaked your power out, flattening it to let the energy seep beneath the door. Your range topped out at a block but with the weaving you had to do to navigate the school, it was a bit trickier. You didn't get out of range and could get more than a block's length of power but it had to stay inside that radius.

Weird.

It was also strange using your power, you could feel it and thus you could feel where it wasn't. When it coated someone you could feel their outline- knowing where they were by knowing where in your gas wasn't. That outline made it hard to feel details though. It was like looking at a silhouette.

But you knew you could feel details. Your powers sense of touch and space had been so vivid during that cape fight. When you were panicking and in danger.

You just couldn't manage to replicate that level of focus today. You briefly considered calling Crystal during lunch to ask for her opinion or advice but couldn't think of a good enough excuse to do so.

Plus you were distracted by Mary and Eva glaring daggers at one another in the cafeteria.

After classes ended you decided to shoot a message to a familiar, heroic face that you hadn't seen in a while.

Trouble_Magnet: What are you doing today?

MissMe: The wards are doing an event at Brockton Public Library in an hour. You should come :)

So, you did. You changed your clothes to a simple Dollhouse t-shirt and white jean combo and headed out the door to make your way to the BPL. It was a decent bus ride away and with the after school traffic, you arrived ten minutes late to the presentation. You were suspecting some kind of presentation or PSA like you'd had at Winslow. Instead, you were met with a few Wards, namely Kid Win, Vista, and Clockblocker all sitting in different areas reading various books to children. You couldn't see her look up but you did catch Vista pause at her reading when you walked into view. You flashed her a smile and she continued reading the children's book with a grin on her face now.

There wasn't much you could do other than sit within view of her while she read. Almost an hour passed as Vista slowly read through the books, turning it so the kids gathered around her could see the pictures after she finished a page. She went through a few books like that before the time ended and- after another half hour of the children's parents clamouring for them to get pictures with the various Wards. Once that was done, you saw them all heading out through the back door but caught a subtle motion of Vista's head for you to follow.

So you did. You hurried out the front door and rounded it to the back of the library. There, Vista was waiting while Kid Win and Clockblocker chatted.

"Sorry, autographs are over. All graphs are manual now." Clockblocker said as he noticed you approaching. Vista gave him a look, complete with her hands on her hips and an annoyed pout on her lips. By the smug posture Clockblocker responded with, you assumed that all Wards were given some sort of 'emote via body language' lessons. Vista reached up, space seeming to squeeze so that she could reach Clockblocker's helmeted forehead with ease and flick him.

"She's my friend, dunce," Vista said before skipping over to you. "Sorry about him, his classification is Idiot 9." You weren't sure what that meant. You'd heard of power classifications but didn't know what they meant.

"It's... okay?" You asked, confused as Clockblocker moved towards you.

He stretched out a hand towards you as he apologized, "I'm sorry?"

You accepted the handshake.

Then suddenly everyone was standing everywhere else.

"I still don't get why I can't call her Shadow Stalked, I mean-" Clockblocker was saying before turning to see that you were moving. You remembered his power now. The internet said 'touch-range chronostasis'. He could freeze people in time and he'd done it to you.

"Finally," You heard Kid Win groan. "Now can we head back to the Rig? Assault said he'd buy me a pizza for life if I built a cooler halberd than Armsmaster."

You reeled your aura in to surround the three of you before dialing it back to just encapsulate yourself and Vista. You were pretty sure that you were getting close of her. Maybe even close enough to see beneath her mask, some time soon?

"I want to hang out with Taylor. You two can head back?" Vista said, hopping over near you and looking at her two teammates who shared a look with one another.

"V, we'd get in so much trouble if we showed up without you," Clockblocker said and Kid Win nodded in agreement.

"What? Why? I'm-"

"You're a strong, yeah. But you're also a child." Kid Win said and you heard an angry grunt from the girl in green.

Vista looked too you for back up, "Taylor, tell them-"

"Unless Taylor can suddenly shoot lasers and spoke to Armsmaster, she's not a Ward and so her vote doesn't count. You're outnumbered, Vista." Kid Win said and you heard Vista groan. She looked over at you and leaned in to give you a hug.

She stepped away from the hug before looking at Kid Win and Clockblocker, "Thirty minutes?" She asked, her voice sounding hopeful. The two boy Wards glanced at one another.

Kid Win was the first to speak, "The reading did end early..."

Clockblocker sounded like he was rolling his eyes. "Alright, fine, sure. Just-" He seemed to consider, "Just be careful."

Vista gave a thumbs up and grabbed you by the hand before taking a step and suddenly you two were at the corner of the library's front.

"They always treat me like a little kid," Vista complained as the two of you started walking down the street. "I've been a Ward longer than any of them. I have so much experience. I'm not a kid, I'm a woman." The girl ranted, her tone almost conspiratorial as she went.

You glanced at the girl who was acting immature about not being treated mature enough. "Oh?"

"Yeah. It's awful. Why can't they just... I don't know. Defer to me? Let me take the lead or make my own decisions? I'm a grown woman, not a little kid anymore."

Vista looked to you and from her lips alone you could feel the annoyance in her eyes. People were glancing at you but none were close enough to overhear your conversation. You tightened your power around her before you tried to alleviate your plight, "If it helps, I think you're very... mature. I'd treat you like an adult."

You saw her grin come back along with a flush of pink. The same grin she had as she saw you earlier. "Yeah, you would. You're great." She said wistfully as the two of you walked. "I just wish the others trusted me too. I've been a cape for so long but I'm always the baby of the team."

You nodded again. It was rather blatant now that Vista wanted to be treated like an adult but in her cute green armored dress it was hard to think of her as one. You could understand her struggle though. Sabah had a similar issue with you. You... didn't seem to mind the age gap. Maybe it was your power or maybe it was just that Vista was really cute. "You don't like them protecting you?"

Vista shook her head, "I'm fine with that it's just... it's why they're protecting me. It's not because I'm their teammate or because I'm not a frontliner, it's because I'm a kid. And that's annoying. Because I'm not."

You nodded, "I'm sorry."

Vista's shoulders deflated. "It's not your fault. You're great and... and I'd like to hang out with you more. Maybe get dinner some time, if you wanted? As friends, I mean."

That caused you to raise your eyebrow as you looked at Vista and she stared up at you, "I'm pretty sure if we eat dinner at a restaurant together, a gang would make sure it went out of business." Even though you knew what dinner 'as friends' could lead to.

That caused a sigh and nod from the space warper. "You're right." The two of you walked some distance in silence before Vista spoke again, her voice nervous. "Unless... I don't come in costume?"

That earned a look from you. You had a feeling you were getting close to unmasking her but... but her suggesting it still surprised you. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured."

Vista nodded and had more resolve in her voice the next time she spoke, "Definitely. I trust you and I want to get to know you. I can't really do that if we have some kind of chaperone every time, y'know?"

You nodded, you did know. The two of you didn't talk about it anymore after that as more people started to notice Vista and approach her. Your twenty-minute walk was cut far, far too short by onlookers and fans and you eventually parted ways to avoid getting caught in a picture with her. You remembered Crystal's worries and decided it was a valid one. Getting caught with a hero in public too often would give you a reputation as a target for potential villains.

Still, it was nice while it lasted.

Taylor learned nothing about her power. Getting better with it seems to be a long term goal.

Vista's Love, Lust, and Loyalty increased by 0.5.

Crystal's ??? increased by 0.2

School

[School] Get closer to Eva

-- 78% Chance

-- Eva seems to like hanging out with you and you'll get closer.

-- Mary won't be happy if she finds out.

[School] Reach out to Tammi

-- 80% Chance of Success

-- She seems like she needs a friend

-- But she's the type of lonely dog to bite

[School] Spent Time with Mary

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll grow closer to her.

-- If Eva finds out, she won't be happy.

[School] Meet someone online

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[School] Research Powers

-- 75% Chance

-- There still so much you don't understand about powers

-- Hopefully, you can manage to do so stealthily

[School] Write-in

-- ??% Chance

Night

[Night] Hang Out With...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (95%), Sophia (85%), Crystal (85%), Vista (75%), Squealer (90%), Eva ( 70%) or Mary (75%)

--[Squealer] Redeem favor (note, Favor will have its own percentage likelihood based on what it is)

[Night] Reach out to...

-[Reach] Any Hero from Brockton Bay

[Night] Hunt for...

-[Hunt] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- Must be a cape from Brockton Bay

-- Can be a villain or hero.

[Night] Meet someone online

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist (Madison)

-- 80% Chance

-- You'll get some cathartic relaxation doing it

-- Maybe it will develop into something more?

[Night] Research Capes

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll update yourself on Cape information in Brockton Bay

-- Will get a 1 week, 10 Boost to rolls involving caped personas.

[Night] Get into Trouble

-[Trouble] Docks, Downtown, or Archer's Bridge

-- 85% Chance

-- Will meet at least one cape from whichever area you choose.

[Night] Acquire Costume

-[Costume] What does it look like? Either description or pictures work.

-- Taylor has 3 funds and full access to the Dollhouse

-- Taylor can acquire a fancy, armored costume of any design she wants

-- She might be able to get a tinker to add something to it

[Night] Tell Sophia You Know She's Shadow Stalker

-[Unmask] Do you tell her anything about your powers? If so, what?

-- ??% Chance (Varies based on information told)

-- She will know anything you tell her and that you know her secret identity

-- You don't know how it will affect your relationship.

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence, Casper, or Tailor

-[Practice] Where? Docks, Immaculata, or Downtown

-- 80% Chance

-- Taylor will find somewhere private to figure out how to use her Casper power

-- Of course, there are not many private places to practice powers in Brockton and villains probably know about the ones that exist.

[Night] Write-in

-- ??% Chance (I will reply to write-ins with the chance of success)

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Friday, February 10th, 2011

You woke up and went to eat breakfast. You didn't sit at the table normally occupied by Eva and instead occupied the same, lonesome one that you'd occupied during lunch the previous day. You glanced up and saw Eva, staring at you from across the cafeteria, pouting. When you caught her staring, she looked at her phone and gestured at it. You already knew that she'd text you. She did it sometime between when you woke up and when you finished getting dressed.

Eva: Please stop being mad

Eva: I dont even know why ur mad

You read the text and then sighed. You knew that you couldn't continue ignoring Eva or Mary. They were your only friends here and while you could start on new people- there was that outcast- you did like them. You enjoyed your time with them and wanted to get to know them more. Eva clearly had skeletons in her closet and Mary seemed really sweet, even if you didn't know her very well. You knew her even less than Eva, really.

So, you wanted to keep them even if you knew that you'd have to play it very, very carefully.

You: We can have lunch in my room. You bring the food and no telling people.

Eva's response was near-instant.

Eva: Deal!

You weren't sure what your plan was for lunch but you'd figure it out then. Your classes rolled by and soon enough, it was lunch time. You headed to your room and after a brief period, there was a knock at the door. You hopped up and opened it, seeing Eva standing there with a tray in either hand.

You gave a weak smile, stepping back and gesturing for Eva to come in. She did.

"I'm glad you forgave me," Eva said as she put the food on your nightstand. You glanced at it, a sandwich and some fruits. You snagged an apple and shook your head.

"I... I didn't. I haven't. I just... I like hanging out with you. I like hanging out with Mary too." That seemed to annoy Mary as she moved to grab an apple and taking a chomp out of it.

"Why?"

You blinked, turning to look at Eva. "What do you mean why?"

"I mean, like... Her." You gave the blonde girl a look and she sighed, rolling her eyes before continuing, "She's newish. She transferred in towards the end of last semester but she made waves. She's gets really..." Eva bit into an apple and seemed to consider her words before finishing, "Zealous. And the rumor is that she grew up in some kind of cult because all her religious stuff is... off. Not in the degenerate kind of way like jews or muslims but just... off." That last comment threw you off. Was Eva the type of person to hate other religious beliefs? "She wants all students to live on campus, wants all the classes to be taught only by the nuns, argues with the nuns when her stuff is... off. Like Abraham being Abram or Adam and Eve originally being connected and then split in half. It's weird. She's weird and she gets really zealous if you broach her on the subject."

You nodded. That hadn't come up outside of you spotting her prayers during lunch. You weren't sure how to feel about that but... It was something you'd need to look into. At the same time, though, you didn't know anything about Eva either. Outside of her being part of a popular clique.

And being married.

"Okay... I'd still really prefer if you weren't mean to her. She's still my friend." Eva sat back, pouting as she chewed on her food. You rolled your eyes, letting your eyes flicker to her higher than normal skirt line then back at her face. "Just... play nice? Please?"

Eva groaned and you glared at her before she seemed to shrink at the look you gave her. It was almost quick enough to be called a flinch before your gaze softened. You leaned over and wrapped an arm over her shoulder before pulling her into a one-armed hug. She seemed to sink into it. As you hugged her, you spoke softly, "You two are my only friends here. I don't wanna lose either of you."

"I could help you get more friends."

You looked at her, "I'm pretty sure your clique-" She shook her head again, more fervently.

"They would. Plus more... if you wanted. My husband hosts get-togethers at our house sometimes."

Something about the look in her eye felt off and you didn't like the whole 'husband' and 'our house' lines. It just felt weird coming from her, she was only a year or so older than you and she was married to someone? And they already had a house together? "I'll think about it," You replied. That earned a smile from her, at least. "Just be nice in the meantime?"

She rolled before nodding, "Fine, fine. But only if I get more lunches with you," She said, pointing her sandwich at you like it was some kind of wand before lifting it to take a bite. That made you smile, faint tinges of pink creeping onto your cheeks.

"I'd like that."

Throughout the rest of your lunch, you learned something rather important. Eva had a competitive streak. The two of you didn't directly discuss Mary, instead, you talked about what was going on in your lives. You talked about going to a park- though you didn't mention Crystal- and she talked about wanting to learn knitting. She talked about how someone she spent time with also knits and she didn't want to lose. You assumed- even though you didn't know for sure- that whatever was going on between her, you, and Mary was more of a competition to Eva than anything else. She didn't like Mary but she also didn't hate her.

You assumed that it was your relationship with Mary that she had a problem with. Though you didn't exactly know why.

It would be something you'd have to figure out if you wanted to resolve this. But, you knew, there were two sides to every story and even if Eva only saw her as a competitor for your attention or something similar, you'd need to figure out how Mary perceived things too. Maybe, once you had some idea about how both of them felt and thought, you'd be able to resolve things easier.

You didn't have a resolution in sight but maybe you could find one. That thought clung to your mind until you were leaving class and heard a student rev their car as they left campus. It made you think about Squealer. About the open offer she gave you. About the fact that you could still go and mee with her. She was a tinker and they were rare, plus Mush and Skidmark were arrested. That meant she was alone- save for her unpowered gang members- which meant she was going to be a target and she would be at least somewhat isolated. You could potentially get rid of the Merchants... somehow. Maybe if you found a way to get rid of her addiction or got her to become more heroic? You didn't think it'd be easy but... But you could reach out to her and get her to stop drug dealing and using. You could get her to go clean and to join your...

Your...

Collection? Harem? Team in the making? Growing friend group of people that don't know about one another but all adore you? Cult?

You had no clue what your power was causing you to slowly build. All you knew is that your power wouldn't slow down and... and being needed and wanted felt really, really, really nice.

The fact that your morality in regards to your power and its effects was concerning.

Eventually, you bit the bullet. You waited until the sun had set at least somewhat and went to throw in something discreet. A black hoodie and jeans, nothing out of the ordinary... until you realized you hadn't packed a hoodie. You settled for a snug-fitting sweatshirt that showed off just a little bit of your tummy when you lifted your arms up, but it would be good enough. You grabbed a baseball hat and This was what people wore to drug dens, right? You- of course- weren't going to ask for drugs. You just wanted to go there as an excuse for using your power on her. To try and make her want to see you more.

So, you made your way out. You road on the city's busses until they'd taken you as far as they could go. The part of town that your dad lived in was on the decline. This? It was like walking past ruins. A ghost town that only had signs of life that once was. Boarded buildings and potholes. Property that's value was so low that they'd pay you to take it but nobody did. You moved further towards your destination, the notorious Archer's Bridge, and life picked up again in the wrong way. Boarded windows gave way to smashed ones. Glances to the alley showed shattered glass from thrown beer bottles and graffiti littered walls. Homeless people were becoming more noticeable as the city deteriorated around you further.

Then you heard music in the distance as Archer's Bridge loomed closer and closer.

It was the kind of bridge that'd been important once. A big bridge made of metal from decades ago. It wasn't the home of the Merchants, though. You looked at the tower next to it. Despite their namesake, they didn't live under the bridge like trolls. You'd read up online and learned they lived there. In an old, blocky, abandoned lighthouse next to it. Of course, as the gang had grown and expanded the gathering had spilled off into the neighboring buildings and parking lots. Which now held a mix of teenagers, homeless people, and the like that were all chatting and blasting music at max volume, each one trying to play their music over the others. The whole place reeked of body odor, alcohol, and weed.

It was hedonism. Music pounding loud enough from cars and speakers to hammer into your chest, people drinking, smoking, and shooting up. You caught rather blatant blowjobs in alleys and at one point, a guy tossed a woman a beer and she thanked him by reaching into his jeans and started moving her hands.

Hedonism. Drugs. Sex. Music. All from people clinging to cars or buildings to get away if or when the cops pulled up. You made your way towards the lighthouse. There was some sort of hierarchy but you couldn't figure out how it worked. So instead, you just moved forward. You used your power, expanding it out, to navigate your path forward. You watched a girl getting her ass slapped or groped as she walked by and decided that you really, really didn't want to wind up like her.

So, you made your way to the base of a lighthouse. At the door, there were three men and a woman sat on boxes. Well, a woman and two men were sitting on boxes. The third man was sitting on the floor with his mouth between the woman's legs.

You walked up to the door and knocked as they stood up and you noticed one putting his hand in his pocket. You recognized a bulge in the shape of a pistol.

"What d'you think yer doin'?" A man with more than a few missing teeth and pocked skin said as he stood up. His shirt was white at some point, but was covered in a variety of stains. You glanced at him and swallowed, suddenly wishing you had some sort of disguise for coming here.

"I'm here to see Squealer," You said before adding, "She offered me a ride."

The man reached for his belt and started to tug it off, "I'll give ya a ride."

You tensed and felt your power start to bleed into your clothes. You had no clue how to fight but you knew your clothes offered some sort of durability and maybe that'd be enough to help. Maybe it would even buff your strength? Learning to fight would be a necessity, considering how weak your powers were... or maybe you just needed more of them?

It turned out, the panic you felt was unwarranted. As the man's pants started to slip off, the door to the Merchant's tower swung open.

"Swear to god, Mitch. If you don't pull 'em up, I'll burn it off." Squealer said, casually holding a propane torch in one hand. She still had her helmet on and wore a pair of baggy sweapants that were covered in oil stains with sports bra.

'Mitch' tossed his pants down anyways. You didn't look at his cock but by the grossed out face of the girl getting eaten out, you guessed it was gross even by their standards. "Just gonna fuck 'er. Maybe make 'er suck-" Squealer walked forward, flaring her torch on then off.

"Got 'til I count to three, Mitch. If I see your cock, I'm burnin' it off." She started to walk towards him. "One."

Mitch laughed and took a step towards you. You took one back.

"Two."

Squealer grabbed his arm and pointed the tip of the propane torch at his crotch.

"Two and a half." You saw her thumbing the what must've been the trigger.

Mitch was dead still.

"Three."

Mitch sprung away and as he landed, she turned it on. He started sprinting, pants around his ankle and making him stumble and fall as he rushed away. He was screaming as he did so and you pointedly ignored the people throwing bottles at him and laughing. Instead, you looked at Squealer.

Squealer led you inside where there were more people. A mix of people that looked better and way, way worse. Some bore scars from their overuse, dark spots under their eyes, cracked lips, missing teeth, and the like. Squealer led you past them to a freight elevator in silence. That elevator, in turn, descended to a room that was covered in various pieces of scrap metal, half-finished or half-disassembled vehicles, and what looked like a flood gate that replaced one wall. You looked around in a mix of awe and confusion.

"Took you long enough," She said in that same nasally, cutesy voice that would've maybe been cute had it been natural and been on someone petite and small like Madison or Vista instead of a big boobed drug addict in her mid to late twenties. "So, you wanna eat me out first?"

You gawked, feeling your cheeks traitorously start to burn before you shook your head. "N-No!"

Squealer took that casually as she moved to her knees and reached for your waistline, "I'm gettin' my turn after, then." She said casually as you stepped back and looked at her, feeling your whole face growing redder by the second.

"N-No! I-I didn't come for sex!" You blurted as she looked at you reeled your aura around her. You couldn't affect what effect it had on others by using it alone, your actions seemed to dictate that. But maybe it would lend more weight to your words? She looked confused and had a slight pout that- again- seemed wrong on her older, drug-pocked face. "I..." Shit, you hadn't thought of a reason yet, "I wanted a ride on your bike. Again... If that's okay?"

Squealer seemed to look at you even more confused before making an 'o' with her cracked lips in understanding, "Oh, you mean the Fast-N-Hard. Sorry, can't do."

Ignoring the name, you went to the second part of her statement, "What do you mean?"

"Scrapped it. Needed the parts to bust 'em out." You looked confused at that too and she moved, taking a big swig a handle of some kind of alcohol. "I'm workin' on a big project to try and spring Mush and Squealer. People out there're gettin' pissed. Squealer kept 'em in line and Mush kept 'em in touch with each other. I need 'em or else we're gonna fall apart."

And if the Merchants fell apart, how would Squealer keep getting her drugs? You could read the implication there. Squealer was an addict and as much as she was one of the leaders of the Merchants, she was a prisoner to the group. If she didn't break them out of prison, everything would fall apart for her. Her supply, her income, everything.

You couldn't let her bust them out.

If she did that, then they wouldn't pay for their crimes. They would be able to run free and keep doing this. The Protectorate might not be able to catch them again. She'd be harder to influence.

You couldn't let her do that. That- however- would be a future problem.

You encircled her with your influence, "So... no ride?"

Squealer seemed to consider before moving to grab something that looked like the malformed love-child of a jetski and a motorcycle. "I got this, it'd be a nice ride." You walked over to it, circling it. It didn't have an exhaust pipe, it instead had what looked like a massive thruster from a jet or a rocket. "Not sure it'd be as nice of a fuck as me though."

"Is it safe?"

"Fuck no. Hop on." Squealer said, going to do so herself. You grabbed a motorcycle helmet and pulled it on. It'd probably be best if you weren't seen riding around with a known supervillain.

You wrapped your arms around Squealer. She shifted. "Get handsy if ya wanna," She added and you felt your cheeks burn inside the helmet. Your hands were resting on either side of her as your arms wrapped around your stomach.

"I-I think I'm okay," You said, trying to ignore how blatant she was when it came to sex. Why was that... such a big thing for her?

The engine screamed as squealer pumped the gas, slowly riding it over to a table to grab the handle of... vodka? She rode onto the elevator and as it rose, she took a swig of it. She shook her head hard from side to side, her brittle hair slapping against your covered form as she did so. Wait...

"You're not going to drive drunk, are you?"

The elevator stopped and you saw a garage door that looked haphazardly installed into the side of the lighthouse was already almost completely open. Squealer took another sip before tossing the bottle to a man missing half his teeth.

"Hun, I haven't been sober since I joined up." She revved the engine and you saw a few people nearest the lighthouse hurry to move their chairs, boxes, cars, or whatever they were on. "You should just be happy that I didn't shoot up."

Then, the motorcycle lunged forward.

You had never really felt whiplash until that moment. The feeling of a shock exploding through your front, flinging your head back, and then making you see stars as you clung tighter than ever to Squealer. You felt your bicep pressing into the side of her breast and your hand hugging her stomach. It was way, way too thin.

Your power clung past the two of you as the street blurred past. Literally blurred. Squealer was between you and the speedometer- if this thing even had one- but lights were streaks. Somehow, through power or skill, Squealer seemed at home as she drifted through turns and weaved between cars that were streaks of color to your vision, somehow doing it all with a single hand as the other still held her handle of alcohol. You hadn't broken the sound barrier. Everything was fuzzy. You'd taken off your glasses to fit the helmet on so you weren't sure how much of this was you exaggerating the speed or how much of it was Squealer being a high, insane, drug-fueled driver.

This was starting to seem like a bad idea.

You did realize one thing though. You could see one thing. One thing the two of you were driving straight towards.

The ocean.

The motorcycle sped faster and you heard the thruster behind the two of you screaming. There wasn't a sound of wind whipping past your helmet. There was only the deafening roar of the engine as the two of you flew off the dock and into the water.

Not into the water.

Onto the water.

The motorcycle leaped over the top of the water. Squealer weaved, avoiding crashing waves to instead jump the ones that were still building. It was like driving a motorbike over sand dunes as you leaped around the top of the water, driving atop it.

"What the..." You muttered, awe in your voice as you made out some noise over the sound of the engine.

Squealer... laughing.

It was a drug-fueled, screaming laugh but it was one nonetheless.

The ride came to an end on a coast. You had no if the beach had a name but you could still make out the lights of Brockton and the Rig down the coastline. Squealer was downing the last of her vodka and tossed the plastic handle onto the sands.

"That... It's awesome," You said, grinning as you moved to lift your helmet back on. Your hands were shaking from the adrenaline as you looked at the bike in question. "Could... Could I get one?"

Squealer considered for a moment before shaking her head, "Nah. I'm busy and I'd have to maintain it. Plus, I owe you, but I ain't doing that for you."

"Maybe you could do something else for me?"

Squealer gave you a look, "I'm already drivin' you."

"Your number?" You asked, offering your phone to her. She took it and looked at your suspiciously.

"You're not a narc." It was a statement. A statement fueled by your power that had been clinging over the two of you like a shared skin. "You... You came here for my number? Not for a fuck or some snuff or something?"

You assumed she meant a spot in the Merchants. You shook your head. "No... I... I just wanted to hang out more."

Despite finishing her bottle- it wasn't anywhere near full to start with though- she seemed oddly... aware? "Fuck..." She said, staring at the phone and then shaking her head, "Fuck." She didn't sound upset as she said it. Shocked, maybe, but not a bad kind. She tapped on your phone and handed it to you.

You looked at the new contact.

Sherrel Bailey followed by a phone number.

Then the two of you started driving again. Back across the water and to the lighthouse, albeit this time a far more direct route to the Merchant's coastal hangout. She drove you to the edge of the Merchant rave though instead of back to her lair.

"Don't'cha come back." She said, her words a tad slurred now. "Call me, 'nstead." She said before driving back to the lighthouse, leaving you alone.

You noticed as you left, the Merchants were looking at you with... interest? Acknowledgment?

Something, for sure. As you headed home, you glanced at a window and noticed something.

A restaurant was having a Valentine's Day special.

Valentine's Day is every year on February 14th.

Once you woke up in the morning, it would be three days away.

And you had no idea what to do for it.

Eva's Loyalty has increased by 1.

Eva's Love, Lust, and Happiness have increased by 0.5.

Squealer's Love has increased by 1.

Acquired Squealer's Phone Number

[Saturday] Hang Out With...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (90%), Sophia (83%), Crystal (85%), Vista (85%), Squealer (80%), Eva ( 78%) or Mary (75%)

--[Sophia] Tell her you know she's Shadow Stalker (??% Chance)

[Saturday] Meet...

-[Meet] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- Must be a cape from Brockton Bay

-- The result could be hunting or reaching out to someone.

[Saturday] Meet someone online

--[Online] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[Saturday] Catfish SpecificProtagonist (Madison)

-- 80% Chance

-- You'll get some cathartic relaxation doing it

-- Maybe it will develop into something more?

[Saturday] Research Capes

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll update yourself on Cape information in Brockton Bay

-- Will get a 1 week, 10 Boost to rolls involving caped personas.

[Saturday] Get into Trouble

-[Trouble] Docks or Downtown

-- 85% Chance

-- Will meet at least one cape from whichever area you choose.

[Saturday] Acquire Costume

-[Costume] What does it look like? Either description or pictures work.

-- Taylor has 3 funds and full access to the Dollhouse

-- Taylor can acquire a fancy, armored costume of any design she wants

-- She might be able to get a tinker to add something to it

[Saturday] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence, Casper, and/or Tailor

-[Practice] Where? Docks, Immaculata, Downtown, or Archer's Bridge

-- 80% Chance

-- Taylor will find somewhere private to figure out how to use her Casper power

-- Of course, there are not many private places to practice powers in Brockton and villains probably know about the ones that exist.

[Saturday] Write-in

-- ??% Chance (I will reply to write-ins with the chance of success)

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Spoiler: Results

Saturday, February 11th, 2011

It was finally the weekend. You rose up and after a brief morning routine and meal, you were mid text with Crystal when she mentioned wanting to swim and an idea cropped up into your head. An idea that came from a half-remembered drive on a bus downtown last night when you'd made your way to Squealer's.

There were indoor pools in Brockton. Brockton had a few and they were more prominent Downtown in the richer area and the little rich tendril that connected Downtown to the Boardwalk for tourism, back before the tourism industry in Brockton started slipping. It still existed but it wasn't anywhere near the scale that it once was.

So, you pulled out your phone and shot a text to Crystal asking if she wanted to go to a pool with you. It'd be a nice change of pace... and you totally didn't want to do it just to see her in a bikini. Definitely not. Nope.

Crystal: Idk if I can

Crystal: I'm hanging out w/ cousins

You frowned, dropping your phone off to your side. You sat on your bed, debating on what else you could do before you heard your phone make the buzz of a text arriving. You looked at it, surprised to get a third message in a row when you saw that it wasn't- in fact- from Crystal. It was from a random number.

???: YES! Pool!

You: Who is this?

???: Victoria. We'll totally go to the pool with you. Want us to get you now????

You: Um... sure?

You got a text a moment later from Crystal, apologizing for her cousin's behavior but saying that Victoria- Vicky, as Crystal called her- was intent on swimming now. They'd get their stuff then head over to pick you up. That was a win in your book. You hadn't packed a swimsuit but they took long enough that you made your way to a shop not far from the school and bought one.

You bought it, put on beneath some shorts and a Dollhouse t-shirt, grabbed a towel, and waited. Soon enough, you got a text from Victoria saying they were outside. So, of course, you went on out.

You saw Crystal's familiar, mint-colored car and hurried over to it. You made your way over to the car and saw Crystal looking at you another girl- blonde with nice, bountiful curves and a face not dissimilar from Crystal's. She had flawless skin, long, wavy blonde hair, and you had to tear your eyes away from the glimpse you got of her chest. The blonde in question flew out of the car.

"I'll sit in the back," She said and you rose up a hand.

"No, uh, I'll sit back there. It's fine." Victoria- the curvy blonde girl- gave you a look and you rolled your eyes, faking a slight grin and shaking your head, "Really. It's okay."

She relented floating back and lowering the seat and you hopped in... only to notice that you weren't the only person back there. There was another person, a frizzy-haired brunette whose face was absolutely covered in freckles. She didn't have the same bountiful curves as Victoria nor the less plentiful but still generous ones of Crystal. She was glancing at you.

You filled the car with your power and smiled, "So... pool?"

You were behind Crystal and could catch a grin on the corner of her lips. It was Victoria that responded though. The two of you looked at her as she leaned back, "Yup! It's gonna be awesome. Everybody ready?"

"You're not. Seatbelt," That was Crystal, who had a hand on the gearshift and was looking at her blonde cousin. Victoria sighed, muttering something about not needing one, and then sat back and buckled in.

You made sure your glasses weren't askew as you glanced over at the other girl. You leaned over towards her, "I'm Taylor."

"Oh, um, I'm Amy," She said, giving a small, fake smile to you. You returned it with a genuine one and she looked down at her twiddling thumbs. You sat back, looking at the blonde that wasn't Crystal. You already knew her name but you wanted to make sure.

"Victoria?"

"Mhm?" She asked, craning her head to look back at you. You blinked.

"I just wanted to make sure that was you."

"Oh, yeah. Victoria or Vicky or whatever you want to call me." She said with a perfect, flawless smile.

There was a little bit of minor conversation along the way, Victoria asked you about your classes. You learned about her boyfriend, some guy named Dean, and learned very quickly that she was a bit of a motormouth. She talked incessantly throughout the drive to the pool save for when Crystal interrupted her to chip in. You learned that was- apparently- the best way to talk to Vicky. To just jump in whenever there was a lull in what she was saying. Amy- on the other hand- was almost completely silent. She would talk when prompted but outside of that, she was mostly silent looking at Victoria while she spoke or giving you suspicious glances.

Soon enough, the four of you arrived at an indoor pool downtown. Most people didn't feel like swimming during the chillier months and so- save for a lifeguard and some old people doing some sort of swim exercises- the pool was mostly abandoned. The four of you went to the changing room and changed into your swimsuits. Sadly- or luckily- the room had smaller stalls to change in so you didn't get any glances at Crystal or Victoria in the midst of changing. You feel them, nude, inside of your power's aura.

You could just take off your shorts and shirt to get into your bathing suit so you didn't bother with a stall.

You were dressed in your black swimsuit. It was a bikini with a black top that was kind of like a sports bra, with a strap that wrapped around and a pair of straps that you tied behind your neck. The bottoms were black as well with the front and back connected on the sides via black strips. You looked at it, hoping that it wasn't too scandalous as you felt a spike of anxiety and embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed red and you breathed out a side before walking outside.

Victoria and Crystal hadn't seemed to think ahead like that but Amy- it seems- did. She was dressed in a big t-shirt over what you assumed was one-piece swimsuit that- judging by the bit that poked out beneath the hem of said shirt- was turquoise with white flowers dotting it. Your glance at that was short because the only visible part was over her crotch and after a glance at it, Amy moved her hands to hide it from your view, holding a book in both hands that now hid that spot from view.

You glanced at her and saw that her cheeks were now just as flushed as your own.

Then, you felt Crystal leaving her changing stall through your power and waited until the door swung open to look over at the girl. You felt a spike and then your cheeks flushed even deeper.

Crystal's outfit was her trade-marked ruby red color. It was technically a one-piece, with the lower part being very high-waisted, showing off the sides of her hips. It had a window that showed off her flat stomach with barely hidden abs and a top that looked more like a bikini top had it not been connected to the high-waisted sides of the piece. The middle of the red top was tied in a bow, tied low enough to show off her chest.

You glanced up from examining her and met her eyes. You realized something, judging by the flecks of pink that were rapidly appearing on her cheeks and your own face that seemed to be growing hotter by the second.

She'd been doing the same to you.

That only made your cheeks flush deeper.

After that and an eternity of waiting, awkward and embarrassed small talk while Victoria took her time changing. After she was done, she emerged wearing a white bikini that was a stark contrast to your own. Her bikini was white with a miniskirt that only half covered her ass. A white top that was frilled along the sides with the individual cups connected by a golden hoop. You glanced, your eyes hungrily taking in the curve of her ass and the blonde's ample breasts. You tore your eyes away. You noticed Amy looking at Victoria as well but more importantly, you caught Crystal staring at you with a brow that was knit with concern. You moved over to her, your fingertips brushing hers.

Then, the four of you made your way to the pool.

Well, you, Crystal, and Victoria did. Amy had elected to sit near the edge and read her book.

The three of you enjoyed your swimming, even if you had to leave your glasses with Amy near the edge of the pool. You could probably afford another pair but you really, really didn't want to lose them. Not after you'd 'lost' them so many times at Winslow. You did find out that your power's range and speed was unaffected by water.

Victoria, though, wasn't happy with her sister dipping out.

The three of you had just been underwater for a bit, racing between sides of the pool. You weren't going to win- Crystal and Victoria were both more athletic than you and had the ability to literally fly through the water. And you certainly hadn't hurt your eyes opening them underwater to stare at neither Crystal's firm ass nor Victoria's plump, curvy ass. Certainly not. Never. Nope. Okay, maybe just a little. You could only feel them in your aura so much before you wanted to steal a few, prolonged peeks.

When you popped above water, solidly coming in last. You caught Victoria, half-submerged, glaring at her frizzy haired sister.

"Vicky, we can't," Crystal said at the glaring blonde cousin. You must've looked confused because Crystal elaborated for you, "Victoria wants to play some team game." Crystal explained and you understood immediately. You drifted back away from the edge.

"I'm gonna go get her," Victoria finally said before she drifted up and out of the water. She flew over to her sister, dripping wet and Amy looked up at her.

"What?" The mousy blonde asked only to drop her book onto her chair as Victoria picked her up and threw her the dozen or so feet through the air and into the pool. Amy, of course, was screaming as she was flung across the room and into the open waters. Luckily for her, though, she didn't hit the water.

Instead, she collided with you.

Neither of you were injured, the forced of Amy slamming chest-face into your face pushed you both underwater and after a bit of disorientation, the two of you untangled and swam up to the surface. Her face was blazing crimson and you were pretty sure yours matched it. Both of your eyes were open in the salt-cleaned pool and you saw her brow knit as she stared at you, confusion and suspicion evident on her face before she swam back to the top.

"Vicky!" She shouted, shooting daggers at her sister who was in the midst of trotting back to the pool.

"Oops! Sorry, I meant to grab a towel. Guess you gotta swim with us now?" Her face and grin confirmed that both the apology and cover story were blatant lies.

The game that Victoria wanted to play was one where you sat atop Crystal's shoulders and Amy did the same to Victoria. Victoria was the only one who didn't have a blush of some degree on her face. Yours was obvious- you'd just had a girl's chest in your face and now you had the head of one of your many, many suitors between your legs. You assumed Amy's blush was because of the former and Crystal's because of the ladder. The object of the game was to shove the other mounted person off.

It was a nice excuse to wrap your aura nice and tight around the four of you.

Eventually, Victoria's stomach grumbled and the flying brick announced she was hungry. Her sentiment was echoed almost immediately by Amy and the four of you left. On your drive home, Victoria gave you her phone number and forced Amy to give you hers. They dropped you off at Immaculata and you were left at your school to shower and change into more dry, season-appropriate clothing.

You'd just met two more superheroes. All the younger females of New Wave were now at least on a first name basis with you. You knew that Crystal had a brother- some boy with blue hair who was younger than you- but you'd yet to meet him. It would probably happen soon enough, at this rate.

On the subject of heroes and what should happen, your mind inevitably shifted back to yourself. You wanted to be a hero. Sure, you had the occasional villainous urge and your primary power seemed to be one intent on making problems for you by attracting any and everyone that you touched with it... and the whole 'mind control love' thing was a classic villain power but... You had lots of urges and didn't always act on them especially when it was against better judgement. You didn't plan on being a villain and regardless of the morals of your power and its use, one thing was for certain:

You needed a costume.

Everyone had a costume. Even New Wave, who went around maskless, had costumes. Sure, they were skin-tight bodysuits that showed off the perfect, nuclear family's perfect, superpowered genetics but still! You needed something to wear if you were going to get involved in cape-related antics.

And the hasty incognito outfit you put together last night to go see Squealer was proof that you needed one sooner rather than later. You could've had your head pressed to her back and not risked being recognized by people from Winslow or Immaculata. You wouldn't have to worry about being photographed with Squealer or any other... unscrupulous types that you got involved with. Hell, maybe you could even go on a public date with Crystal since your identity wouldn't be at risk!

It was necessary. It was something you had to do.

The only question was how?

Well, there was an obvious answer. You had money from your job and you just so happened to live in the town of one of the most famous costume creators on the East coast. Sure, you could make the costume yourself, but your cloth control didn't give you any enhanced skill in sewing. You could probably put something together through shopping but that seemed amateur.

So, you sent an anonymous message to your boss.

Trouble_Magnet: Hi, I'm a new cape and was wondering if I could get a costume from you?

It took a little over an hour for Parian to respond.

Parian (Verified Cape): Of course! Just let me know your measurements and what you want it to look like. I'll send you progress pictures as I work on it. I don't have any commissions right now so it should be done by Monday.

You nodded. You went ahead and sent your measurements- you had them written down somewhere from your fashion show with Parian- and then debated. What kind of style did you want? It felt best to pick something that would... enhance your powers alluring aspect. Sure, your power wasn't that useful offensively but maybe it could make people hesitate or convince them not to fight you through exposure? Plus they would be in it anyways and it would be best to capitalize on every advantage you could get. So that led to the topic of style. You would be getting into trouble a lot too, by the nature of your power drawing people towards you. The former gave a descriptor for the story that popped into your head. Without even thinking, you sent a message.

Trouble_Magnet: Sexy little red riding hood?

Your face burned and you regretted the 'sexy' descriptor as soon as you hit send. It made sense, to use a costume that was indecent to attract and entice in conjunction with your power. That didn't mean you felt any less embarrassed.

Parian (Verified Cape): I don't mean to sound rude, but this is for cape business right? It's not fetishwear? (Not judging, we make that too).

Trouble_Magnet: Yes. Cape stuff. Sorry if it's weird. You don't have to do the sexy part.

Parian (Verified Cape): I will. I'll send you update pics as I progress on it.

She did just that, asking for feedback as she sent you sketches of what it would eventually look like. You mostly just agreed with anything she said. Parian was the professional designer here, not you, and she probably knew more about cape stuff too.

With that, you were left to wait. She said the two of you could talk about getting it to you once it was done on Monday.

You couldn't wait.

Amy Dallon (Panacea) Character Sheet unlocked!

Victoria Dallon (Glory Girl) Character Sheet unlocked!

Crystal's Love, Loyalty, and Happiness have increased by 0.3!

Crystal's Lust has increased by 1!

Taylor has ordered her costume!

Weekly:

[Goal] Study Parahuman Theory

-- This option leads to Taylor researching parahuman theory to better understand powers.

[Goal] Get a Hobby

-[Hobby] What?

-- Taylor will lose 0.1 Fund per day in exchange for gaining 0.1 Happiness per day.

[Goal] Burn off Steam

-- Taylor will lose 0.1 Stress per day

-- Taylor will take up running as a hobby

[Goal] Stay up to date

-] On who? (Pick a Cape Group, it doesn't have to be in Brockton but it can't be Cauldron)

-- Taylor will keep up to date on the cape group in question, gaining 3 bonuses to rolls involving them

-- This bonus ONLY applies to the characters in the cape group when in their hero/villain identity

[Goal] Keep In Touch

-[Contact] Who?

-- This option will have Taylor keep in contact with someone throughout the week (provided she has the means to communicate with them)

-- It will result in a random stat from the person increasing by 0.2 every day.

-- The person selected will be more likely to ask Taylor to hang out without costing an action.

[Goal] Experiment sensing with Influence

-- Taylor will get better at her power's sensory aspect

[Goal] Write-in (Highly recommended)

-- Be sure to list what you want to do AND the desired effect

-- Know that I may nerf or buff the desired effect to ensure that it stays inline

-- Know that powers that don't affect numbers will tend to give story or trait bonuses instead

Sunday

[Sunday] Hang Out With...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (90%), Sophia (83%), Crystal (85%), Vista (85%), Squealer (80%), Eva ( 78%), Mary (75%), Victoria (80%), and Amy (70%)

--[Sophia] Tell her you know she's Shadow Stalker (??% Chance)

[Sunday] Meet...

-[Meet] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- Must be a cape from Brockton Bay

-- The result could be hunting or reaching out to someone.

[Sunday] Meet someone online

--[Online] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[Sunday] Catfish SpecificProtagonist (Madison)

-- 80% Chance

-- You'll get some cathartic relaxation doing it

-- Maybe it will develop into something more?

[Sunday] Research Capes

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll update yourself on Cape information in Brockton Bay

-- Will get a 1 week, 10 Boost to rolls involving caped personas.

[Sunday] Get into Trouble

-[Trouble] Docks or Downtown

-- 85% Chance

-- Will meet at least one cape from whichever area you choose.

[Sunday] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence, Casper, and/or Tailor

-[Practice] Where? Docks, Immaculata, Downtown, or Archer's Bridge

-- 80% Chance

-- Taylor will find somewhere private to figure out how to use her Casper power

-- Of course, there are not many private places to practice powers in Brockton and villains probably know about the ones that exist.

[Sunday] Write-in

-- ??% Chance (I will reply to write-ins with the chance of success)

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Spoiler: Results

Sunday, February 12th, 2011

You had been thinking about something for a while now. Ever since you'd learned about it what felt like a lifetime ago. Ever since you'd had sex with Sophia and had the rapid realization that she was Shadow Stalker.

You had fucked Shadow Stalker.

Now you needed to tell her that you knew.

That had been weighing on your mind for a while now. If you should tell her that you knew. How you should tell her. What else you should tell her. You'd already decided that you couldn't tell her about your master power. You didn't want her to know that all of her feelings for you and everything she'd done to you was the result of you influencing her. Or worse, you didn't want her to tell the PRT about you and get you sent to the Birdcage.

So you sent her a text asking if she wanted to hang out. She responded fairly quickly.

Sophia: Sure. Where?

You: My dorm.

You shot her the address and she said she was on her way. Then, you just had to wait. You went ahead and changed out of the clothes you put on to something that Sophia would like more. This was probably going to be a tough conversation so it only made sense to dress for the occasion. To get every edge you could. You weren't totally sure what Sophia liked so you put on a black crop top with the Dollhouse logo and a short black skirt. It showed off a lot of skin so you went ahead and sent Sophia a text directing her to your dorm room. You didn't want to run into Mary while you had your stomach and legs so exposed.

You sat there, dressed in your outfit and decided to throw on a sheer top to feel at least a little less exposed when there was a knock at the door. You closed your drawer, still dressed in your crop top and skirt, then moved over to crack the door open and saw Sophia.

The black girl was glancing down the hallway, her brown eyes scanning with suspicion and interest. She turned at the sound of the door opening, her eyes going to you and seeing your head poking through the crack. You opened it wider and her eyes flicked, crawling up and lingering on your bare legs and exposed stomach. She moved forward, her rough fingertips brushing across your stomach as she walked into your room.

"Huh," She said, looking at the bare, empty bed that belonged to your nonexistent roommate.

"Yeah?"

She shook her head, "I just forgot you didn't have a roommate. And I didn't know schools could look this..."

"Nice?"

"Expensive."

You nodded, giving her a grin as her eyes went back to look over you. Blatantly, hungrily grazing across your body before you moved forward, draping your arms around her and pressing your lips to hers.

The kiss was brief and now that you'd had more than one, Sophia felt... toothy. She bit your lip as you pulled away and you felt your cheeks flush before you looked over her.

She had dressed more appropriately. A black t-shirt that was tight against her chest and sides, pale blue jeans that clung to her calves and thighs. You noticed the way they held snug against her ass when she looked over your dorm earlier. "Sorry, I think I dressed weird for this," You said, your cheeks flushing at your outfit compared how casually she dressed.

Her rough, dark hand moved again. It hooked beneath your skirt and she went to give your ass a rough squeeze. "I like it," Sophia purred into your lip, not moving her hand off its spot on your rear.

You felt a lump in your throat as you pulled her close for another, brief kiss.

Then you pulled away. Far, far too quickly. You looked into her eyes and felt her breath on your lips and shivered. Then your chest felt tight as she stared at you, her brow furrowed, and you whispered a single sentence on her lips.

"I know."

That seemed to confuse her more. She leaned her head back, hand still casually kneading at your ass which only served to make you flush. "What do you mean?"

"I..." You said, moving to rest your forehead against hers. "I know you're Shadow Stalker."

Sophia pulled back, shaking her head as she stepped away from you. "You don't know what you're talking about, Hebert."

You moved, grabbing her hand and biting your lip. "I... I do."

She shook her head, "I'm not-" She met your eyes before sighing and shaking her head. "Fine. You caught me. What are you going to do? Rat me out to the Em-" You cut her off. Not by saying anything but by pressing your lips against hers. Her lips hesitantly parted and you slid your tongue into her mouth before- after a moment- pulling away and pressing your forehead against hers.

"I... I just wanted you to know that I know." You said softly, before continuing, "We already have some secrets... I just didn't want to keep the fact that I know from you. Or make you feel like you have to hide it." You didn't mention your own powers. Maybe she would find out eventually but you were worried that spilling too much at once would overwhelm the girl and make her panic. So instead, you said that and let the words hang.

She shook her head, muttering something that you couldn't make out before pulling you back into her arms. There was a pause as she breathed a warm breath onto your neck and shook her head.

"You're a weirdo, Hebert."

You grinned into the embrace before pulling away. Her hand snaked its way up your shirt, rubbing your back.

"You trust me?" You asked, feeling her palm sliding up your chest and her thumb grazing the bottom of your breast.

She nodded, "Guess I have to." Then she pressed another kiss into your lips.

She stayed for a while. Despite her big talk, nothing too intimate ever happened, save for some mild groping between the two of you and some passionate kissing. It was a bit disappointing, considering your outfit and what you were mentally prepared for, but you also knew she needed time to process.

She did flush really deeply when you pinned her down though and left a mark on her neck. She seemed to really enjoy that. Something to keep in mind.

Once she was gone and you were alone, you were left debating what you'd do. After an hour or so of relaxing, you got the buzz of a PHO private message. You pulled your phone out and checked it.

MissMe: coffee?

You didn't even have to decide. You replied with an instant yes and then Vista sent the name of a coffee shop. You had to look it up but you grabbed your bag in no time and sent that you'd meet her there. Soon enough, you were headed down town on a bus. The ride was a brief one and you found a quaint little coffee shop not too far from where you'd originally been 'involved' in the fight that ended with Squealer kidnapping you.

The coffee shop was a small, home-y looking brick building decorated with plants and plush furniture. You walked into it and saw Vista nowhere in sight, so you ordered a latte and sat down to wait for her.

A girl with a half-eaten muffin and a mug of something moved to sit across from you. You glanced at her. She was a petite young girl with a wavy, blonde bob that was a bit shorter than Vista's straight, blonde bob. You looked at her and she grinned at you with big, green eyes and smiled. It took you a second to look at her, the wavy hair throwing you off. But you glanced down her frame and recognized it anywhere.

You leaned forward, whispering just loud enough for her to here, "Vista?"

She grinned, a cute little one with dimples showing. Dimples that had been hidden behind her visor. "Missy!" She corrected, absolutely beaming at it.

You felt a dusting of pink appear on your cheeks as she broke off a piece of her muffin and offered it to you, you took it and popped it into your mouth. So... Vista unmasked? You finally, finally saw her face.

And it was absolutely adorable.

Her big green eyes stared up at you and her soft little cheeks were dimpled as she grinned more and went to sip your drink. A woman with gauges brought out yours and you gave her a little nod before taking a sip of it. You put it down on its saucer and looked at her.

"So?"

She tucked some hair behind her ear, glancing around. "I... I just wanted to show you my face?"

You grinned at her, before whispering rather quietly, "It's a cute one." That made her big eyes go even wider and her cheeks gain a cute little red tint... along with her nose! Her nose turned red when she blushed!

If you weren't in a public coffee shop, you would be absolutely gushing right now.

Vista- Missy- was busy chugging her coffee to keep herself from saying anything but you could see the growing flush on her cheeks no matter how hard she tried to hide it. You grinned, sipping your coffee as you stared at her.

You were suddenly very aware of the aura you had wrapped around the girl. Your eyes watching her lips as they pulled away from the mug with a slight bit of white foam. It was your chance!

You almost- almost- grabbed a napkin to wipe it off before you remembered that Vista- Missy- Didn't like to be babied. You instead watched her sitting there unaware of the mustache she now had. You casually, carefully sipped on your own drink with a smile.

Missy knew Sophia. They were both wards together and- hell- you'd been with them both at the same time. A brief curiosity about whether or not they talked about you. Did Missy know that you had fucked one of her teammates? Did Sophia know that you were planning on fu- you stopped that line of thought as you felt your own cheeks heat up.

You crossed your arms, staring at the little blonde across the table who went back to eating her chocolate chip muffin in big bites, getting crumbs and chips everywhere. As much as she wanted to be treated as an adult, she really was childish. Maybe it wasn't being an adult but just... respect that she wanted?

You had no clue but as a test, you moved to grab a napkin and gently press it against her top lip. Her cheeks went a darker shade of crimson.

Maybe that was it. The pensive glare she gave you next made you uncertain.

Missy glanced at her drink, sighing and making its steam blow towards the center of the table. She looked nervous but instead shook her head. "I'm glad that we could do this," She said with a small smile on her face. "Especially now."

You blinked, your brow furrowed as you sat back, "What do you mean?"

Vista shook her head and smiled, taking another big ol' bite of her muffin. "I'm just happy." She said and you heard a giggle before she stifled it down. You pressed your power onto her and then sat back, grinning right back at her.

You were happy too.

Sophia's Loyalty has increased by 1.6

Vista's stats all increased by 0.5

Taylor's weekly goal will be working to improve her sensory abilities with her power.

School

[School] Get closer to Eva

-- 78% Chance

-- Eva seems to like hanging out with you and you'll get closer.

-- Mary won't be happy if she finds out.

[School] Reach out to Tammi

-- 80% Chance of Success

-- She seems like she needs a friend

-- But she's the type of lonely dog to bite

[School] Spent Time with Mary

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll grow closer to her.

-- If Eva finds out, she won't be happy.

[School] Meet someone online

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[School] Research Powers

-- 75% Chance

-- There still so much you don't understand about powers

-- Hopefully, you can manage to do so stealthily

[School] Write-in

-- ??% Chance

Night

[Night] Hang Out With...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (90%), Sophia (83%), Crystal (85%), Vista (85%), Squealer (80%), Eva ( 78%), Mary (75%), Victoria (80%), and Amy (70%)

[Night] Reach out to...

-[Reach] Any Hero from Brockton Bay

[Night] Hunt for...

-[Hunt] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- Must be a cape from Brockton Bay

-- Can be a villain or hero.

[Night] Meet someone online

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll meet someone that isn't from Brockton

-- Maybe you could convince them to move here?

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist (Madison)

-- 80% Chance

-- You'll get some cathartic relaxation doing it

-- Maybe it will develop into something more?

[Night] Research Capes

-- 85% Chance

-- You'll update yourself on Cape information in Brockton Bay

-- Will get a 1 week, 10 Boost to rolls involving caped personas.

[Night] Get into Trouble

-[Trouble] Docks, Downtown, or Archer's Bridge

-- 85% Chance

-- Will meet at least one cape from whichever area you choose.

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence, Casper, or Tailor

-[Practice] Where? Docks, Immaculata, or Downtown

-- 80% Chance

-- Taylor will find somewhere private to figure out how to use her Casper power

-- Of course, there are not many private places to practice powers in Brockton and villains probably know about the ones that exist.

[Night] Write-in

-- ??% Chance (I will reply to write-ins with the chance of success

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Monday, February 13th, 2011

It was time for school once more. The weekend was over and now the school week was starting once more. You suffered through the first few classes and snuck a text or two to Mary. You asked her to meet you in your room and once the bell for lunch rang, you hurried to the cafeteria and grabbed food for the two of you. After that, you snuck your way to your room and found Mary waiting there, leaning her shoulder against your doorframe. She glanced up as you approached and smiled at you.

"Hey you."

"Hey," You replied as Mary moved to take a tray from you so you could fish your room key out of your pocket and open the door for the two of you.

Your room was as undecorated as always. You hopped onto the bed and set the tray in your lap. Mary mimicked the motion. She sat a foot away from you and as much as that disappointed you. You moved, washing your aura over her and shifting to relax against the wall.

You started to eat and glanced over at Mary, who's head was tipped down and eyes closed in prayer. You watched her, her eyes closed and hands balled together. A few moments passed and she opened her eyes, flicking them to look at you.

Your eyes caught hers for a brief moment before she tore away, going to start eating.

You started your meal too. You knew there was a conversation you had to have with her regarding Eva but you weren't sure how to bring it up. Mary was busy eating anyways chewing on the various fruits and veggies that came on her tray. You ate your meal, resolving to mention it after you were both done chowing down. Mary occasionally broke the silence, chipping in some comment on school or classes between bites.

That moment came far too soon as the two of you finished your meals and Mary sat back with a content smile.

She had yet to break the silence after the meal, so you decided to. "Why don't you like Eva?"

Her smile soured immediately. She turned to you, her full attention now on you and her face full of scrutiny. It softened as she let out a small sigh. "You really don't know, do you?"

That was confusing. "Know what?"

"About Eva. About the guys and girls in her friend group?" Your confusion was evident on your face and Mary shook her head, a sorry grin on her face. "Oh, Taylor. You sweet summer child." She mused with that sad grin on her face and a sorry look in her eyes. Then her attention went back to you, "Eva and her friends. Think about them."

You did. You thought about Eva, her girl-space-friends that you always saw her with, the boys that joined them at their lunch table and seemed to be their male counterparts. You looked confused as you did so, trying to see what Mary was talking about. They were all the popular type- reminiscent of Emma's friend group from back at Winslow. But Eva had no way to know about your history with those types. She had no way to know that you'd been bullied. Your name was even censored from the papers because of some law regarding names related to traumatic events that came out from a news article outing a recent trigger-turned-villain back in the mid-90s. So what was the getting at?

That they were all white? Now that you pictured them, there was no hint of any minorities among them. None looked like they were of mixed race and you'd never seen any black or Asian people among that friend group.

"They're all white?"

"Close," Mary whispered in a somber tone, shifting to drape an arm over your shoulder in a loose hug.

Close? What did that...

What did...

It hit you like someone had thrown a bag of bricks at you. "They're Empire?"

It made sense. The all-white friend group. The way that they gave a wide berth to the non-white students at the school. The way you'd heard Eva refer to people as degenerates when you'd hung out with her a few days ago. It all made sudden, stark sense.

Mary gave a sorry nod, pulling you into a snug hug. "Or something like it. I don't know if they're Empire members but... They're at least sympathizers or family members."

You weren't sure that made it better. Doubt still lingered in your mind though. How could they possibly be Empire? Eva was so sweet. Sure, she'd been mean to Mary, but Mary was white and there was obviously bad blood between them. So how could Eva, the girl who was your one and only friend prior to your accidental meeting with Mary. She offered to help you make more friends and seemed to like you- and sure your power was responsible for part of that but still...

"How?" You sounded as nervous as you felt. Maybe this was just Mary trying to drum up some kind of drama? "How can you be sure?"

Mary gave you a look and hugged you tighter before replying, "Other than the obvious?" You nodded.

"Other... Other than the obvious, yeah."

Mary frowned before nodding again, "I saw them outside of school. Not Eva but girls in her clique who were with Empire guys. Some of the guys have tattoos on their shoulders." The girl said before she frowned. You stared at her before shaking your head.

It was hard to believe but you... you couldn't deny it. It made sense. The weird, culty vibe of Eva's parents agreeing to marry her to someone. It was probably some kind of crap about 'bloodline purity' or whatever. Her friend group being all picture-perfect Aryans. The fact that she called non-white people degenerates. It all clicked.

You shook your head and Mary gave you that same pitiful look before you hugged her tight... So what was left to do? You had no clue what you could do...

Mary seemed a little relieved. "It's nice to know that you're not... y'know, with them." You shook your head, a look of disgust at the idea of being a nazi flashing across your face. "So... you get that you shouldn't hang out with her anymore?"

You shook your head, "No." You had settled on one option. One possibility. "I'm gonna keep talking to her." Mary looked concerned. "How else am I supposed to... to get her to change?"

Mary looked at you with a look of concern. "I don't know if that's a good idea," Mary said before sighing and shaking her head. It looked very obvious that she was not at all happy about your decision. She also seemed a little annoyed by it before sighing.

Mary was annoyed by it but didn't seem too put off. It was more that she was concerned than anything else. You were pretty sure she was worried that something would happen to you in your pursuit of redeeming Eva or as a consequence of it. If you even wound up trying to and didn't give up on her. But... But you couldn't just let Eva become a nazi or stay as one or whatever was going on with her.

You couldn't let that happen to her.

Right?

School ended and you had already planned out what you wanted to do. Or what you had to do. You had a few girls that had strong feelings for you or that you wanted to help develop the feelings of and tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Your power helped you bring and pull in people but the actual work was on you. You'd been able to push people away or upset them despite your power- the situation with Sabah had made that obvious enough. So you really wanted to do something nice for Valentine's day.

So, you went ahead and made your way to your dad's. The dorms didn't have any sort of kitchen or bakery. So you just had to make your way back home to your parents. On the way home, you swung by a shop to pick up supplies that you listed on your phone.

You got home and saw that your Dad's car was in the driveway. You stared at it and your bag of supplies.

You chewed your lip and headed inside the house. Your dad peered out from the kitchen as you walked in and smiled at you.

"Hey Taylor. I didn't expect you to come home today," Dad said and then he spotted the bags in your arms.

You glanced at it before going to head into the kitchen with him. "Sorry. I wanted to make some stuff for Valentine's Day."

Your father frowned at you. "Did I make a mistake by letting you go off to a boarding school with boys?"

You shook your head at him as you went to start, "No... I wanted to make some Valentine's day stuff for..." You didn't know if you could just tell your father that you were actively pursuing/dating/fucking multiple female partners. "some friends." You didn't say what kind of friend. You didn't say whether they were romantic friends or friends with benefits.

"Just friends?"

You gave your dad a look before taking a breath, "I... I might be interested in... some of them."

"Oh? Are you going to tell me about any of these boys?"

After setting out the supplies, "They're... They're all girls." So far. You still didn't know if you liked boys but you weren't opposed to the idea yet.

"Oh," Your father didn't sound upset, just surprised at that statement. Like he hadn't considered you being gay a possibility.

"Could you... help me make some stuff for them? And my friends." Some of the girls you'd planned on giving stuff to- like Missy and Eva- weren't romantic or sexual partners of yours... yet.

Your father smiled at you and gave a nod. "I'd love to."

As the two of you were finishing up the baking- various brownies, muffins, and chocolates- and your father started hunting for stuff to pack the snacks up with, you felt your phone vibrate. It was a PHO message. From Parian.

Your costume was done and Parian gave you instructions for a website that could be used for anonymous payments. Then she said she'd put the costume on the roof for you to collect. You collected your baking and headed outside before getting to the bus stop and making an account on the website. You sent her the money that she requested and she messaged you again saying that she'd put your costume in a waterproof box.

So, you hurried back to your dorm, dropped off the baked goods, then made your way to the Boardwalk to pick up the costume in its incognito bag.

You headed home to try it on.

It felt like you were dressing for Halloween. The costume was absolutely stunning. It has a black corset-like piece over a very short red dress. Tall black boots covered not only your feet but also your knees as if they were thigh-highs, leaving several inches of your thighs exposed. A white top covers your shoulders and ends at your elbows, and leaves a nice little window to show your minuscule cleavage that's helped- as much as it can be- by a pushup bra. There's a black domino mask for hiding your identity. And the entire outfit was all complete with a massive, red cape that reached past your knees.

You swallowed a deep breath in your now-more prominent chest.

You had a costume. You could finally be a hero and to celebrate it all, tomorrow was Valentine's day.

If everything went according to plan. Which it would, right?

...Right?

Mary's Love, Lust, and Loyalty increased by 1.

Your Father's Lust increased by 0.5.

Your Father's Happiness, and Father Figure increased by 1.

Valentine's Day School

Everyone except Tammi will be able to be interacted with after school.

Actions on Valentine's Day will be handled differently. This will be explained in the next chapter.

] Give Sweets to Eva

-- 70% Chance

-- She might be homophobic if she senses a romantic connotation

-- She might also skip school to spend time with her husband.

] Give Sweets to Mary

-- 80% Chance

-- Hopefully, she won't see a romantic connotation.

-- And if she does, maybe she'll like it? She's probably not the homophobic type of religious person.

] Give Sweets to Tammi

-- 70% Chance

-- She's a social pariah you haven't met.

-- But... what better way to introduce yourself than sweets?

] Skip school to give sweets to...

-] Write-in

-- ??% Chance

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Spoiler: Results

Tuesday, February 14th, 2011

You completed your morning routine in a hurry and only slowed to take your shower. You wanted to be absolutely sure you were squeaky clean for today. After all, it was a big day and you had a lot on your plate ahead of you. Valentine's Day was a day of passion and romance and you refused to let such a perfect day go to waste.

There was a brief debate as you got dressed before you settled on your outfit for the day. A short, red jacket over a white top with a low collar, low enough to show off the top of your black bralette beneath. You paired it with your red, plaid schoolgirl skirt- since it was one of the few skirts you owned and skirts felt appropriate for today- and some black leggings and sneakers. Boots or some kind of heeled shoe felt like they'd be better with the outfit but the only boots you had were for your costume and the problem there was obvious. You did hike up your skirt a bit, not as high as most of the female students wore on a daily basis but enough to make Sabah drool.

Hopefully.

Of course, the lack of school uniform should make your intent obvious. School was important but your fluttering, gay heart was even moreso. And it was Valentine's Day! You'd never had a chance to celebrate this holiday except for the silly classroom Valentine's stuff in elementary school so you couldn't wait.

You could feel Sabah's location through your connection and you hopped on a train. It was a roundabout way but eventually you made your way to her apartment. The Dollhouse wouldn't open and Parian typically covered the start of your shifts anyways, so you went to her door and rang the bell. You let your power seep beneath the door, experimenting with it like you'd been doing during class and on the bus. You already knew where Sabah was- in the back of the kitchen preparing a late breakfast- and as your power clambered up her legs, you could feel her start walking through your thread of gas and to the door.

So, you rolled it up and swallowed her in it faster. She peered through the peephole and saw you and your sheepish grin and then the door swung open and she flashed you a huge smile.

"Happy Valentine's Day?" You ventured before pulling a little box out from behind you. They were the last of the brownies you'd made and because of that, they were also the absolute best. You couldn't do anything less for your girlfriend- your ACTUAL totally true girlfriend!

Sabah's face was a mix of surprise, elation, embarrassment, and smiles as she took it, staring at it. Then a look of sheer and utter panic crossed her face before you saw her scramble back into her apartment with the door open. Since she hadn't closed the door, you took it as an invitation to creep a few steps forward and peered at her as she snagged her phone and then frantically searched for something online.

"Crap, you're right. It is Valentine's Day," Sabah complained as she peered into her cell screen then put it on the table on the box of brownies you'd given her.

"Forget?" You asked, a genuine happy smile on her face as she shook her head as you closed the distance between the two of you.

"I knew it was in February but I forgot to get you something until yesterday... I-I ordered you something off the internet it's- I was just busy with a custom order this weekend and-" You were close enough now that when you saw her starting to ramble you could stride forward and plant a kiss on her lips.

She absolutely melted into it.

You pressed your lips open and let the tip of your tongue glide against her lips before you pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed from her slip-up, your gift, and probably a dozen other reasons and you moved to give little pecks to either pink spot. That earned you another, close-lipped smile.

You had more gifts to give and Sabah had some burning eggs on the stove or else you would've clung to her, lips and nose pressed against her cheek and breathing in her scent forever. As it was, she smelled smoke and scurried out of your arms.

You only stole a little glance at her ass in the short shorts that she'd slept in. Only a tiny one.

Maybe you could steal a few more minutes here with her? You moved forward, draped your arms over her shoulder and pressed a kiss against her cheek. Your hands slid down, hooking around her side before your fingers wrapped together on her lower stomach. You pressed another kiss onto her neck and felt her relax back into your arms.

"I missed you," You whispered into her hair as your chin rested atop her head, earning a tiny, embarrassed shake of her head. Then you planted a little kiss on the top of her head she spun around in your arms, her face practically touching your practically flat chest.

She stared up at you and you ran a hand through her slightly damp hair. You stared down and she stared up at you, her breath hitching slightly before you went in for another kiss. A brief little one. Her arms reached up, draping around your neck for support as she rose up onto her tiptoes to press the kiss deeper, you felt one of her hands gripping your hair to help hold herself up and haul you down a little. Startled and a little surprised by the motion, your lips parted and she snaked her tongue inside.

It snaked and pressed, spinning little circles and sliding atop and along your teeth. It lasted an eternity and far, far too short as the smell of smoke filled your nose and you heard a loud, ringing, rhythmic beep. You recognized the tone immediately.

A fire alarm.

Sabah broke the kiss, her breath thoroughly stolen as she saw her smoking eggs and moved them off the burner. You moved as well, not sure what to do so just waving your arms around to try and break up the smoke.

It was totally, completely ineffective.

By the time you'd dealt with the smoke, Sabah let you know that she had to remake her breakfast- now turned brunch- and hurry to work at the Dollhouse. Plus you had another half dozen people to give baked goods to, so you gave her a sad smile, another passionate kiss, and hurried out the door.

You still had your backpack slung over your shoulder with various boxes of brownies, cookies, and the like to deliver. You pulled out your phone. It was indeed brunch time. You'd have time for another person before school even ended! You strolled down the stairs to Sabah's apartment as you scrolled along your contacts.

Running through your various... influenced? Crushes? Suitors? You had no idea what term to use for them but running through the list in your mind, you decided that your next gift recipient would be...

Taylor's Stress decreased by 1.

Sabah's Loyalty increased by 0.5.

Welcome to the Valentine's Day event! Originally, I had something bad planned for today but I knew you all would kill me if I stole this wonderful holiday from you so I came up with a compromise. Here's how it works:

Valentine's Day will be comprised of many posts, straying from the regular 'two actions per day' rule. Instead, each post you will vote on the next person to give sweets (or anything else you want via write-in) to. Instead, you can vote to End the event prematurely.

When you run out of gift recipients, vote to end the event, or get the bad event (which will prematurely end the Valentine's Day event), you'll receive a reward based on how many people you gave gifts! The reward will, obviously, get better the more people you give gifts to.

I keep mentioning a bad event, what is it? If you fail a roll, after that person gets their gift, the bad thing will happen! Knowing our dice, that'll be pretty darn soon. To top things off, every successful gift given will additively reduce the chance of subsequent gifts by 5. Your next vote will be the first to reduce the success chance, this post has not affected it. The only negative effect on this holiday (besides things like butterfly effects from giving certain people gifts or certain gifts) from failed rolls is the bad event. If the bad event does not happen, all future failed rolls will have failure confirmation rolls. If they fail the second roll, the bad event will happen then and there, potentially negating any actions that would happen later on that day. There is a time limit after which the event will happen anyways without announcement prior but the longer you have to prepare, the better your odds of success and not having someone die.

So, prepare to weigh risk vs reward as a community while I prepare to cry for when someone inevitably screams at me for this!

Valentine

[Valentine] Sophia Hess

[Valentine] Crystal Pelham

[Valentine] Missy Byron

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Mary Clover

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] Amy Dallon

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets

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Sincerely

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Spoiler: Results

Once you were done at Sabah's, you made your way to the bus stop with a destination already in mind. You shot a text to Crystal to ask if she was home. She was and despite her saying that you should be in class, she did give you permission to come over! So you hopped on the bus and made your way across town.

While you were driving, you slung your backpack off and grabbed a box full of cookies. They were a mix of heart shapes in various shades of reds, whites, and pinks. The pinks were an accidental blending that turned out nice. You were so lucky!

So, with your cookies set out and the bus nearing your desired stop, you went ahead and hurried off of it. Then you made your way down the row of large, expensive houses to the white walled miniature mansion that was Crystal's home. You knocked on the door and in a matter of moments the door swung open.

Crystal stood there, dressed in a white tank top and white jeans with a ruby red belt. You caught her eyes flicking up as you hugged her with your arms and your power. It was a tad awkward because of the box of cookies in your arms that you were still trying to conceal. After you stepped away, you lifted up the gift to offer it to the blonde with a "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Crystal blinked, her cheeks immediately flushing a deep shade of pink. She took the gift and opened it up, peering inside before pulling it against her chest and grinning. "Thanks, Taylor," She said as she moved to brush her hair behind one ear. You grinned back at her as she glanced away and smiled. The blonde hesitated before she grabbed your hand and pulled you in.

Crystal tugged you along, past the door, the staircase, and into the living room. You couldn't catch any signs of anyone else being home as she brought you to a very lived-in living room, slightly messy but otherwise well decorated. Crystal led you over to a cozy-looking couch and you plopped down onto it. "Stay here, I'll be right back!" Crystal said before flying- literally- backward and up a staircase. She took the cookies with her.

You sat there, your mind idly wondering about what the girl had in mind. She eventually did come back down with a small, stuffed toy. It was the size of a small teddy bear and you recognized it immediately. You rose a hand up to your mouth and looked at her, she pouted at the glee on your face. "Look, I'm not good at presents, okay? And... It's not like I saw this coming long enough ago to think about it..."

You shook your head, taking the six-inch tall plushy and looking it over. It was a round, cartoonish plushie version of the blonde in front of you, albeit in her superhero costume. A chibified, stuffed toy version of Crystal, complete with a ruby-colored headband atop the blonde hair- which was one solid piece that was the right color. A white skintight suit covered its body with red arrows, just like the real girl. You looked at her and then it, your eyes glowing with joy before your suppressed grin finally gave way to a series of tiny laughs. Not giggles. Certainly not giggles. You weren't the type to giggle. They were laughs, damn it! Crystal looked more flustered than ever as you struggled to contain yourself.

Crystal looked down, her face thoroughly flushed, "This was a dumb gift. I'll-" she started as she reached out to take it from you and then you hugged the toy tight against your chest, shaking your head and pressing your face into the stuffed toy's hair.

"I love it," You whispered and Crystal's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing deeper before she nodded.

"Cool," She squeaked and you just laughed- definitely not a giggle- and pressed the plushy harder against your chest.

You let a hand move, going to grab Crystal by the arm which earned another surprised look before you pulled her into another hug. She drifted through the air as you pulled her onto the couch with you, your face pressing into the back of her neck as you hugged her into your lap. She was stiff for a few, passing seconds before she relaxed into your arms. "Thank you," You whispered and she nodded.

You cradled her like that for a while, your eyes closed and relaxed. You moved the doll so that it was sitting in her lap and felt her shake her head. Your power was washing over the two of you and you weren't sure how but you just knew that she was rolling her eyes. With your power though, you could feel the grin that had long since spread across her face and stayed there.

You weren't sure how long you hugged her. You were positive it was more than long enough for your legs to fall asleep but Crystal was very, very light... oh, yeah, the flight. She was probably using her flight so that it was cozier for you. You moved a hand to her thigh to press her down, you felt her jeans pressing against your thighs and saw her ears turning crimson. You giggled, nuzzling her to get past her hair and plant a kiss on the back of her neck which earned a shiver and roll of her shoulders.

"Taylor..." She said with a half giggle before you finally let your arms move off of her. She floated up, spinning around as you looked up at her with a smile and rose to stand up. You glanced at the clock. It was almost time for school to end. Your gaze went back to Crystal who was looking you up and down, her face the same color as her doll's headband before she turned to look away, her hair swishing as she did so. You moved, holding your doll in one hand and snagging her hand in the other.

"Yeah?"

Crystal shook her head, going to move to wrap her arms around you in a loose hug. You let out a happy little hum and moved into it before kissing her cheek, earning an even darker shade of her cheeks. Her cheeks were hot against your lips and you pulled away with a smile. You could feel the heat radiating from her lips. You raised a hand to cuff your own cheek and it was hot too. Since when had you been blushing!?

After a shake of the head, you made your way to the door. "I should get going..."

Crystal looked at you as you made your way to the door, doll in hand, and there was confusion before she remembered something from your texts you'd sent her way back when. Crystal gave you a pained look at she glanced at the clock, "Yeah. I've got patrols tonight."

You nodded, "I'll see you later," You opened up the door and made your way out of it.

"I could drive you?" Crystal started, "Back to your dorm or whatever, I mean."

You shook your head, "I'll be fine. You live pretty close to my school." You say with a grin as you tap your heels on Crystal's front porch. She looks at you and you hesitate before you lunge towards her.

Two simple, quick steps put you inches from her. Your doll holding arm draped its way across her neck before you pressed your lips against hers. Your free hand clutched her hand as you pressed your lips against her soft, gentle kiss. Your power let you feel that her eyes were open in shock even as yours were closed and a second later, you pulled yourself away from her. Her eyes were wide and her hand made its way up to her lips, her fingertips brushing where your lips had touched as you hopped your way down the stairs to their porch.

She stood there frozen, breathing in your power, until you were out of sight. When she moved inside, you reeled in your power and grinned. You decided to swing by your dorm to drop off your new stuffed toy since it was so close by.

All of Crystal's Stats have increased by 0.2.

Work

[Work] Skip Work

[Work] Go to Work

Attending work will lock Taylor in at work for three events.

This will result in all interactions being done in public as Taylor cannot leave.

Taylor will receive 1 Fund at the end but will receive a -5 penalty while at work.

Skipping Work will result in Parian covering Taylor's shift.

This will take effect AFTER the next post.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -5

[Valentine] Sophia Hess

[Valentine] Missy Byron

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Mary Clover

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] Amy Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

Spoiler: Results

After you dropped off your new Laserdream plushy at your Immaculata dorm, you went ahead and lifted up your phone. You debated briefly before you settled on the next person to give a gift: Missy Byron.

Schools were still in session but it was the latter half of the school day and most schools had programs where a student could leave for the latter half for work, extracurriculars, dual enrollment, and the like. It wasn't even a secret that part of the reason for the schools encouraging students to pursue those was because of the existence of the Wards program. All the students who took those were, knowingly or not, helping to act as a smokescreen for the Wards leaving school early. You didn't know if every Ward had one of those as a cover or if some stayed in school all day. Sophia supposedly went to participate in various cross-country races and now that you knew she was Shadow Stalker, you weren't sure if that was always true, even if she had the occasional trophy or social media post. She also supposedly left school early to meet with a personal trainer for her racing and you suspected that was even more of a lie. She was never there for the later periods of school.

You'd have to ask her about that to know anymore though.

But you suspected Missy had a similar alibi for missing the latter half of school most days. You went ahead and made your way across town, heading to grab some fast food from a taco place and sitting down to send a message to Missy.

Trouble_Magnet: Hi Missy, are you free?

MissMe: Just in the Wards lounge. Why?

Trouble_Magnet: I've got a present. Meet me somewhere?

MissMe: How about the PRT gift shop?

Trouble_Magnet: I'm on my way.

You wolfed down the rest of your meal and then headed down the road towards Lords Street. If she was in the Wards lounge she was probably at the PRT Headquarters. Unlike the Protectorate Headquarters, which was the Rig, the Protectorate one was Downtown. You weren't sure why the Protectorate and PRT had separate headquarters.

You walked up to the building that was practically covered in barred, reflective windows and the PRT logo was attached to the front of it. You walked up, opening the glass door, and looking around. The gift shop was connected to the lobby you just came into, so you walked into it. It was full of various odds and ends, all related to the PRT, Protectorate, and Wards. It had clothes related to them all and ones designed for the local PRT, simple things like the logo and Brockton Bay's names. They also had action figures, plushies, sheets, and even plastic Nerf brand replicas of Containment Foam launchers and plastic toy versions of the various vehicles that were under the employ of the PRT ENE, like the PRT's vans with and without containment foam launchers or Armsmaster's Motorcycle. The aformentioned motorcycle didn't have a halberd to mount in the motorcycle but it was compatible with the halberd found in the Armsmaster Action Figure.

Capitalism.

Far more interesting than all of that, though, was the familiar blonde girl looking at a Vista Halloween costume on the 'Clearance' rack.

You walked up behind her, leaning forward and whispering a "boo" in her ear as your power consumed her. Vista spun on her heels, her eyes narrowing on you before she sighed and shot you a glare... and a grin. "What are you looking at?"

She gestured to the copy of her costume. It was the adult version- not in that it was scandalous in any way but that it was sized for an adult. "How has it still not sold yet? All the kids ones sold out a week into them being out..."

You thought for a moment before replying, "There's not much reason to buy costumes right now." You didn't point out that the only reasons you could think of were costume parties and fetish stuff... and people fetishizing her was probably something you shouldn't point out to the thirteen-year-old superhero.

Then, you moved to take a step back. "Wanna go outside?" She glanced at you before noticing your backpack and giving you a skeptical, confused look.

"Suuure?" She sounded confused but there was an undertone of curious excitement. Then, the two of you left via the gift shop exit. Once you were out, Missy glanced over at you, "So... what now?"

You glanced around, "Do you know anywhere nearby that's nice?"

Missy thought for a moment before nodding. "Yup," Then she led you along the street to a Starbucks. The two of you went inside. Missy ordered a Java Chip Frappucino then you ordered a 'dragonfruit refresher' after Missy's advice. You had no clue what it was. The two of you sat down at a table and waited for your drinks.

Once you were sitting down in one corner of the building, you pulled out a box of miniature chocolate chip muffins and offered it to the girl. She took the box from you and eyed the muffins inside, her eyes filling with hunger as she tried to suppress the glee in her eyes. She looked at you before taking a breath. "I'm not a huge, huge fan of sweets but, um, I'll take it." She said in the voice of a horrible, miserable liar.

You rose an eyebrow, "Oh. If you don't want it, then I can keep them?" You asked and Missy's eyes filled with fright. She shook her head from side to side.

"No! No. I mean, um... No, it's the thought that counts." The girl said before hungrily looking at the box with a poorly veiled smile and picking one out and popping it into her mouth. She finished it, eyes going shut and a happy smile on her face as her miserable attempt at hiding her joy disappeared into happy contentedness.

The two of you chatted for a while before your orders were called. You got yours and Missy finished three more cupcakes before her name was called. "You don't have to eat them all now." Missy looked at you with two stuffed into her pink cheeks before swallowing and nodding.

"I know that!" She said before shaking her head and nodding. After that, she checked her phone. She seemed to consider for a moment, looking at the muffins. "I'm sorry for not giving you something. I didn't know we- you- I-" Her blush was growing as she considered and you went to cut her off.

You shook your head, "It's fine. I didn't expect you to. I just... you know, I just wanted to." That seemed to make the girl's red cheeks deepen, the tip of her nose and her ears both slowly turning pink. She nodded, runnning a hair through the top of her hair and then shaking her straightened hair. It was wavy the last time you saw her, wasn't it? It took you a second before you remembered that Missy had a wavy bob but Vista had a straight one. It was a little detail but those probably added up to conceal her secret identity.

Or there was some crazy guy behind the government hero's costume design.

"Well, it means a lot. Thanks." Missy said as she popped another muffin into her mouth. She swallowed it before adding, "I do like the gift, actually. I really like it." Now that she finally admitted her love for sweets. You smiled smugly which only served to make the young girl's blush deepen, "Because it's from you, not because it's sweet."

You smiled again, openly rolling your eyes and getting a pout from the girl. Missy glanced at her phone and you rose an eyebrow before remembering the Ward was technically supposed to be on duty. "I think we should probably be heading back soon." You nodded as she hopped out of her seat.

"I'll walk you back?" You suggested and the feigned pout grew back into a closed-mouth grin.

"I'd like that," She whispered loud enough for you to hear.

The two of you made your way back down Lords Street and to the gift shop entrance to the PRT Headquarters. Missy seemed to know the path that the two of you walked down by heart. She went inside the entrance before glancing around, "I... We should probably split ways here." She hesitated. The short blonde girl glanced around before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around you, "Secret ward stuff."

You let out a little laugh before nodding once. "Sure. We'll hang out again?"

Missy hugged her box of muffins and gave a fervent, eager nod. It ended with a big smile and short giggle. "Definitely!"

You walked on out of the gift shop and checked your phone. Missy'd been given her sweets. You needed to head to work now or message Parian and let her know you couldn't make it today. If you did go to work- and definitely if you didn't- you'd have enough time to pick up gifts for anyone that you messaged to ask to come visit you. So... So that brought up the obvious question: who would be your next Valentine, if anyone?

Vista's Happiness and Lust increased by 1.

Vista's Love and Loyalty increased by 0.5.

Work

[Work] Skip Work

[Work] Go to Work

Attending work will lock Taylor in at work for three events.

This will result in all interactions being done in public as Taylor cannot leave.

Taylor will receive 1 Fund at the end but will receive a -5 penalty while at work. Certain characters will not receive this penalty.

Skipping Work will result in Parian covering Taylor's shift.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -10 Base Chance: 89%

[Valentine] Sophia Hess

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Mary Clover

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] Amy Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

2. You have given Missy Byron some Sweets and she loved them!

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

Spoiler: Results

You went ahead and hopped on the bus, riding it back to your dorm to change into some Dollhouse clothing and then hopping on another bus to the Boardwalk. You brought your backpack full of sweets with you, fully intent on using this time to the best of your ability. You'd be stuck at the Dollhouse during your shift but you could probably invite a person over every so often. Your shifts were supposed to be alone now, save for the start where you traded off with Parian.

Soon enough, the bus had rolled up to stop at the edge of the Boardwalk. You hopped off it and made your way down the Boardwalk and to the Dollhouse. You opened the door and saw Parian's slumped on the counter, looking absolutely bored. You walked up, giving the porcelain-faced girl a sympathetic smile.

"Slow day?" You asked.

The porcelain doll nodded her head, "Yeah. Some people come in to buy the stuff in the back but... but other than that, we're not getting much business." You knew what Parian was referring to. The back of the store was where the lingerie and more kinky outfits were displayed. You went to sit down next to the doll. Your mind starting to wander.

You had considered giving Parian some chocolates but you weren't sure how close she was to Sabah. You didn't want to risk giving your girlfriend's best friend something for Valentine's day- especially not the same thing you gave your girlfriend. But... but there was a compromise. Do something for Parian in the process of hinting at something even better for Sabah. You remembered something that Parian once did with you that she seemed to enjoy a bunch.

"Well... maybe you could help me with something?" Parian turned to look at you, tilting her head to one side and letting her blonde ringlets fall. A gesture of confusion... you were pretty sure. You took a sigh before sitting there and kicking your legs, "I want to get..." Your face started to flush. This was such an embarrassing thing to ask your boss but... but you couldn't give up now, could you? "I want to get some lingerie to- to wear for my girlf-friend." You started to choke on your words as you grew even more and more flustered with each passing syllable.

You could see Parian's brown eyes behind her mask. Brown eyes that were the size of dinner plates behind her mask. The girl stared at you for a long few moments before she shook her head, shaking herself out of her confusion, and then nodding. "Y-Um-Ico-I-Shhh-Sure?" The girl said before she made an audible gulp.

You gave a big grin and seeing that the store was empty, nodded towards the back. "Help... H-Help me find some stuff Sabah'd like?"

Parian gave another big ol' nod as the two of you went to the back displays, looking amongst the various outfits. Some of it was fetishwear like skimpy nurse costumes or sexy mummies but the vast majority was more traditional lingerie wear, see-through nightgowns, garterbelts, lace bodysuits, and the like. The two of you looked through it, you with curiosity, Parian with eagerness, and both of you with droves and droves of embarrassment.

You ran your fingers along what looked like some kind of flowing, slightly transparent robes... or maybe it was a toga? in the section for roleplay costumes. Your inspection of the delicate, sheer fabric was interrupted by a tiny cough from your manager. You looked over at Parian and saw that she had three or four outfits draped over one arm. You blinked but once she had your attention, she spoke, "H-How- umm... How many did you want?" The girl asked and you gawked.

"I-I um- I dunno. A few? For options?"

Parian nodded and took the outfits to the front of the store, going to check them out. You followed after and spied the 100% discount she gave you but she crumpled and pocketed the receipt before you could see it. She handed it to you and between your power and the way she wouldn't meet your eyes, you could practically feel the doll-masked girl's blush.

"W-I'm gonna go, 'kay? Bye." Parian squeaked before hurrying out of the front door. You blinked, holding your newfound lingerie. You went to sit cross-legged on the floor behind the counter and went to start pulling the outfits out to inspect them.

The first was a bodysuit. Almost like a leotard save for the fact that- besides the built in bra and panties that were lacy black- it was a sheer black. You put your hand beneath it and could see your skin through it. Sliding your hand down to the bra and panties, you could see through those too.

The next was also black but had far less to it. It was also a vaguely leotard shape but rather than being a solid piece, the lower and bottom half were connected by black straps that ran vertically and ringed around horizontally, creating little squares of revealed skin. The model displaying it in the picture- it wasn't a Dollhouse original- had her slit hidden by one particularly wide strap and the nipples on her large breasts were covered by the cross of some diagonal straps.

After that was basically underwear: a bra and panties and garterbelt made of black leather. Straps decorated it and various chains, straps, and zippers also were there for adjustments. The black straps covered the girls midriff but left ample skin on display. Looking at the name it was something called a 'kukuro' garter belt set? You had no clue what that meant.

The last one was literally just a long ribbon- the kind that you'd use to wrap up a present- long enough that it would wrap around your whole body. Up a leg, weave around your ass and crotch, then wrap its way up the rest of your body. It even included a bow. Both in the sense that it was something you'd clip into your hair and in the sense that it looked just like the bow that you'd stick on top of a present. You stared at the girl on the cover, all wrapped up like a present waiting to be unwrapped, and you could see why Parian bought it.

You would've liked to see it on Crystal or Victoria, someone with more curves, but you didn't think Parian would complain at all about it.

You folded the clothes and slid them back into your bag, sitting against the cabinet. You waited for a while for your blush to die down before you pulled out your phone and shot a text to the next person you wanted to see today: Sophia.

You: Hi, gotta minute?

Sophia: what do you want?

You: I was wondering if you could swing by the Dollhouse some time? I have a present for you.

Sophia: ill head that way.

You sat back. You had sweets all packed up in your bag but you doubted that those would be something Sophia would enjoy. What you did have, though, was Parian's permission to give yourself discounts and a whole store full of high-end fashion in a variety of styles to the point of fetishwear and lingerie. You had a feeling that Sophia would be far, far more interested in that than she would be in something like cookies or brownies.

So, you focused on your connection to her and felt her. It took several minutes before you felt that spark of Sophia slowly start growing closer. You spent the time that she worked on getting there to steel yourself. You would have to be ready for it. Your relationship with Sophia had been notoriously sexual and you doubted giving her free reign to pick out some sexy clothes for each other would wind up being chaste.

Soon enough, the black girl arrived. She walked through the door dressed in a blue 'PRT: Normal People Can Be Heroes Too' top and jeans. Judging by the direction she had been when you sensed her and how long it took for her to get here, she was probably at the PRT HQ like Missy had been earlier.

"Hey, Hebert," She said as she looked around the clientless store. You'd had one person come in and leave without making a purchase while you were waiting on her to get here but other than that, nobody had come to shop at the Dollhouse on Valentine's Day. "It's pretty dead in here."

You nodded, "Yeah. So... First, Happy Valentine's Day," Sophia glanced at you, her brow quirking a little before she rolled her eyes and smirked. "Second, I had a present in mind for you, if you were interested?"

That got a more attentive look, "Oh? Gonna give me a t-shirt?" Her smirk turned a little more hungry, "Or take mine off?"

You grinned as you walked over towards her, "Something like that?" You said before your eyes grew a little wider, "Uh, the first one. Kinda?" You cleared your throat before gesturing to the store, "I was thinking we could find clothes we'd like to see the other one in? You pick something you want to see me in and I pick something for you... or we pick stuff for each other?"

Sophia's eyes crawled up your body before her eyes flicked across the store once more. Apparently seeing what she wanted, she headed straight towards the back of the store. You- on the other hand- already knew what you wanted to grab for her. You made a bee line for the items in question.

At first, you'd consider a scantily dress but Sophia didn't strike you as the dress type at all. So instead, you went to grab some things from the more tame side of the store. The first was a white button-up piece. It was meant to be a bit small on whoever wore it, showing midriff when they lifted their arms but otherwise staying somewhat tame. That was, until you also picked out a pair of black slacks. A pair with a very, very low waist. Then, a lacy black bra not unlike the one you had, shear except for the main lacy part that barely hid the nipple.

Then, you went to the counter. You rang up your items. Then, you went through Sophia's collected outfit for you.

A black skirt that was short enough that even your ass would be at risk of being visible here and there if you walked in it. A black top in a similar color that was more of a bra- a solid, single strap that wrapped around one boob, looped around your neck, covered the other, then connected back at the first breast. There was also underwear- because of course. A matching, red bra and panty combo that were thin enough that they were see through to the point that they were practically invisible, save for the edges that were a deep, vibrant shade. Your cheeks did their best to match that color as you saw it, put your hand through it and could see every line on your fingers. You folded them into a bag and set it next to the one that Parian had given you behind the counter. Well then.

After that, you handed Sophia her bag. She dug through it, looking through the outfit with mild curiosity and the lingerie with bemusement. She looked happy, smug, and then her eyes went to you. She moved, going to lean across the counter and pressed a kiss against your lips, giving little bite and tug onto your bottom lip as she pulled away.

"Can't wait to see you in it," Sophia purred before glancing at her watch. The girl's eyes flicked back to you, scanning you and weighing the cost of something in her mind before shaking her head. "I gotta head back to work. I'll- We'll talk later?" She asked, ending her statement with a smirk. You gave a smile and a nod still flustered over the outfit that she bought for you before she turned and made her way out.

Sabah's Lust and Happiness increased by 0.2

Sophia's Love, Lust, and Loyalty increased by 0.2

Sophia's Happiness increased by 1

You will be at work for two more posts.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -15 Base Chance: 84%

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Mary Clover

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] Amy Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

2. You have given Missy Byron some Sweets and she loved them!

3. You and Sophia Hess picked out some sexy clothes for the other.

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

Spoiler: Results

Now that you were done with Sophia, you still had some time left at your work shift. After a brief debate between the various people whom you could contact, you settled on one lucky lady.

You shot a text to Mary asking if she'd want to come over.

It took her well over ten minutes before she replied with a simple 'omw' and then you assumed she did that. You couldn't check with her, the two of you weren't connected like you were with Sabah and Sophia. But she still arrived far quicker than she should've from Immaculata. Maybe she was at that other place she mentioned staying? You caught long red curls walking past the window out of the corner of your eye and your whole body tensed... until the door opened and you saw it was Mary. Her eyes locked onto you and she grinned, glancing around the store with a look of surprise and awe as she strolled over to the counter.

Shoving the momentary, passing thought of Emma back to the deep, dark recesses of your mind where it belonged. Once that was done, you smiled back at her. Her eyes lingered on the price tags of some things before she leaned on the counter.

You'd never seen Mary outside of school and you didn't know what you expected. She was wearing a green sweater that was way, way too big for her. It swallowed her up from just above her knees and engulfed her hands. The collar was stretched to the point that it hung off of one shoulder. That shoulder showed the thin, light green strap of a tank top that she must've been wearing beneath it. Where the bottom of the sweater opened to show her legs showed them clad in black leggings. Your eye flicked up to her face, her red curls that you recognized from your childhood as the frizzy mess of curls from a recent, redheaded nap.

Your eyes hung on her for a moment as she leaned on the counter, clasping her sweater-covered hands and giving you a grin with her small mouth. "So... I had no clue that you worked here." Mary admitted, "I just got it because you're wearing the merch and behind the counter." You smiled at that, letting out a laugh that died down in an instant.

"Yup, this is my... working... place?" You weren't sure what to say there but you were sure that the words that came out sounded like a disaster. Mary seemed to smile at it though and nodded.

"Isn't this where that one cape works? Pariiian?" She asked. Mary as it turns out was pretty bad at lying. You could tell she knew who Parian was but she wasn't doing the 'pretending not to know' that some Parian fans did when they came by. She had some kind of interest in Parian but you couldn't put your finger on the how or why.

You shrugged it off. It didn't really matter. "Yeah. She's not in right now though, since it's just me, her, and Sabah that work here."

That earned an understanding nod from Mary, "Well... what did you need? Did you just want to show me all the expensive stuff you're around all day?"

You grinned and shook your head before you sank down behind the counter. You popped up a few moments later with a container full of chocolate-covered strawberries. You slid the plastic tupperware container across the table and Mary picked it up with casual deftness. She popped the lid open with one hand, the lid flipping through the air and landing on the table. She stared inside and then shook her head, "Taylor, you shouldn't have." She said despite the corner of her mouth twitching. "Oh my gosh..." She sat the box down before going to run around the counter and wrap you up in her arms. "Thank you so much. I didn't know you got me a present for Saint Valentine's Day or I would've-"

You shook your head into the crook of her neck, "It wasn't- I didn't give it to you because I wanted something back. I just wanted to give you something."

Mary pulled back, put her hands on the counter, and hopped up onto it with a casual grace that you absolutely envied. She casually kicked her legs before she moved the still open container of chocolate dipped fruits to her lap. "Still... It's really, really sweet of you." She said with a happy little sigh. Her green eyes flicked to you and you grinned for them. She seemed to enjoy that, if the girl's growing grin was any indicator.

She moved to grab one particularly large strawberry and pointed the tip towards her mouth. Then she glanced at you, raising one eyebrow as if she were asking permission. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning on the counter she sat on. "That's why I made them, silly."

Mary's grin grew a bit bigger before she leaned towards you, booping you on the nose with the leafy end of the strawberry and then popping it in her mouth. She lifted one hand, pressing her wrist to her chin to catch the juice that had leaked out and then making a muffled, happy noise into the strawberry. She bit it off and casually tossed the remaining bit and the attached leaves into the bin. Then she grabbed a much tinier one and moved, squinting with one eye at you before darting her finger forward to press the chocolate tip against your lips.

"Eat dish or I forsh you choo," Mary threatened with a mouth full of chocolate and strawberry. You blinked, opened your mouth, and she left it there between your teeth as she started laughing as her finger moved to nab another one. You bit the strawberry and mimicked her, carefully chunking the remaining leafy bit away.

The two of you continued like that. Well, Mary didn't force feed you any more tiny strawberries but she did occasionally give you a look of permission when you reached to grab one. You only ate one or two while she popped them into her mouth at any given opportunity.

"Did you give Eva any?" The redhead asked and you glanced up at her before shaking your head. That made the permanent grin on her face grow into a full-blown smile as she popped another between the lips of her absolutely adorable, tiny mouth.

You grinned, propping your head in your hands and looking at the girl before you replied, "Not yet... but it's not a competition." Mary nodded as she stuffed another berry into her mouth despite not having finished the first one. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head. After a bit, Mary had completely decimated the box of strawberries, leaving only chocolate crumbs and strawberry juice in the bottom of the container which you took back and slid into your bag.

Mary slid her hand out of her sleeve to wipe her lips free of any remaining juice and then grinned at you. She sat back on the counter. "You... You wouldn't happen to have anymore, would you?"

You rolled your eyes, "No more strawberries but..." You offered her a box of cookies which she snatched before sliding off the table.

"You're the absolute best," She said and you smiled, feeling more like she was talking to the power that you'd been soaking her in this whole time. She took a few steps back, "I didn't expect any presents for Saint Valentine's Day and- well- yeah." She smiled, looking down before adding in, "I'll get you something?"

You shook your head, "You don't have to-"

"I want to," She replied with a smug smile. You gave a playful, squinting glare and she laughed as she walked backwards from behind the counter, "I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked, her voice full of hope.

You just gave her a nod. She replied with a smile, and then she headed out.

This day had been really good so far.

All of Mary's Stats have increased by 1.

Spoiler: Author's Note

You will stop working after the next post.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -20 Base Chance: 79%

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] Amy Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

2. You have given Missy Byron some Sweets and she loved them!

3. You and Sophia Hess picked out some sexy clothes for the other.

4. You have given Mary Clover some Sweets and she loved them!

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

Spoiler: Results

Your shift was getting towards the later parts of it but you still had more than enough time to kill. More people trickled into the store but they also tended to know what they wanted, buy it, and get out. Now the store was empty again and you'd started and stopped scrolling through social media apps that you didn't even care about. So, you pulled out your phone and then went to send a text to Amy, asking her to come to the Dollhouse.

Surprisingly, she said yes.

You couldn't feel her approach like you did with Sophia, so you just sat back and relaxed. You already knew what you wanted to do though, so you hopped up and went ahead to grab the article in question. Soon enough, the chime of someone entering rang and you glanced to see the frizzy haired brunette walk in. You hurried over to the counter.

"Hi there."

"Hey," Amy replied with a nervous glance at you. Her eyes were full of suspicion and there were bags under her eyes, mixed in with the freckles that covered her face. Having seen her in a swimsuit, you knew that her face wasn't the only thing covered in freckles, her arms, shoulders, and probably other places were dotted with them. "What did you want?"

You grinned before going to grab the clothing you'd grabbed earlier. "I was thinking I'd give you a present? If you wanted one, I mean."

Amy rose an eyebrow at that. She still looked confused and suspicious but getting a gift seemed to have some draw on her. That and the fact that your power was smothering her. "Okay?" She paused as she walked towards you, "What is it?"

You grinned and pulled up the pajamas that you'd picked out earlier. It was made out of some type of satin silk fabric that was really comfy and soft to the touch. It wasn't exactly the sexiest set that the Dollhouse sold but it was great quality. The top was the type that buttoned and still had a low neckline even when it was all buttoned up and it came with two pairs of pants, one that was a normal pants length and an alternate pair of bottoms that were more like silky, women's athletic shorts length. All of it was in a deep, midnight blue color with a white trim and speckled with tiny, almost cartoonish, white hearts.

It was nice. You would've worn something like it. Amy stared at it and went to take a few steps forward to run a finger along it. "It's soft." She whispered and you smiled and nodded.

"Wanna try it on to make sure it fits?" Amy looked up at you at your question before nodding. She took it and you led her back to a changing room. You unlocked it and she headed inside. You tried not to focus on your power enveloping her nude form. Keyword being tried.

A few moments later, Amy walked out wearing the top and pants that you'd given her. You could see she was still wearing her bra and you tried not to stare at the glimpse between and atop her breasts that the top gave off. Again, keyword being tried. You looked away and saw Amy's red cheeks, her freckles that shared the space with the blush seemed to stand out even more.

Amy raised a hand to her frizzy locks and pressed some of them down, wrinkling her fingers through it. "How does... It's really comfy." Amy admitted, still no smile on her lips but the tiredness in her eyes seemed to lessen.

You grinned, moving forward and going to gently hold the girl's wrist and rub your finger along the comfy fabric, "Yeah. It looks nice too."

That made her blush grow more, her ears turning red as her cheeks deepened in color. After that, she moved back and hooked her thumbs into the pants actual, functional pockets. "Thanks." She whispered and you gave her a bright smile. Amy shook her head. "... Why?" She asked after a few moments.

"Why?" You parroted and then she shook her head.

"Why give me a gift? We barely know each other."

You shrugged, "I wanted to?" You said before going on to continue, "When we were all swimming you seemed... I don't know? Lonely? And I felt like you deserved a nice gift." After a brief pause, Amy started to open her mouth before you added, "And I want to get to know you better."

That made Amy blink, close her mouth, and blink again. Apparently, telling her that made her put her hands together, her thumb and forefinger running along the fabric between two buttons. She then sighed, shook her head, and whispered a quiet, "Thanks." You grinned at her as she stared at your face, her head tilted down but her eyes were still locked onto your face. She looked back down at where she was thumbing her new top.

"It's no problem, Like I said, I wanted to."

Amy shook her head, "No. Thank you a lot. It means... It means way more than you'd think." She glanced back at the dressing room and then nodded towards it, "I... I think I'm gonna go and change?"

You nodded. "That's fine. I'm just glad that you like it."

Amy retreated back into the changing room, out of your sight but still within the grasp of your power. You could feel her there, staring into the mirror and running a finger along her suit. She slid a thumb along the neckline and then across where her bra and breasts were exposed. Then, you felt her open her mouth in what you assumed was a sigh.

You'd been testing with your power the past few days. Not just with experimenting of sensing with it and a lot of that was just paying more attention to it. You shut your eyes and focused on Amy's body as she moved and changed out of her cozy PJs and back into her regular outfit. An outfit that felt all too familiar to you. A baggy hoodie and jeans that weren't fitted for her but just... there. You'd felt that now with your power, how she put on a hoodie that hid her chest and pants that hid the curves of her calves and thighs. Once she was changed, she made her way outside the changing room and looked over to you who just sat there.

"Hand me the clothes?" You asked and Amy did so, your fingertips brushing as you went to take the clothes over to the counter to ring them up and bag them. You caught Amy staring, waiting to see the price of what you were buying for her, and you moved a hand to hide it. Before crumpling the receipt and tossing it in the bin. Amy frowned at that but seemed to blow it off as you handed her the bag. Amy took it and opened her mouth, her eyes getting that suspicion back as she looked at you before they softened. She closed her mouth before you glanced at the clock. "The stores gonna close soon... Want to walk to the bus together?"

Amy seemed caught off guard by that. She seemed to consider it before nodding. You went ahead and started locking up, put the money in the safe that was hidden in the back of the store, and doing the rest of your closing duties while Amy waited patiently by the door. Eventually, you finished and the two of you walked out the door.

The two of you made your way to the bus stop, taking the shuttle that you'd taken so often that would take you near Immaculata. Amy took the same bus but she got off of a stop or two ahead of you. As she got up to head off the bus, she glanced at you and held her bag close.

"Hey, Taylor?"

You looked up at her as she glanced at the bus' open doors. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. A lot." Amy said with a small, tiny hint of a slight grin on her lips.

Then, she hopped off the bus and you were alone once more.

Amy's Love, Lust, and Loyalty have increased by 0.4

Amy's Happiness has increased by 1.5

Taylor's Funds has increased by 1.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -25 Base Chance: 74%

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Eva Herren

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

2. You have given Missy Byron some Sweets and she loved them!

3. You went to work and Sophia Hess picked out some sexy clothes for each other.

4. You have given Mary Clover some Sweets and she loved them!

5. You have given Amy Dallon some Comfy Pajamas before leaving work.

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

Spoiler: Results

You'd already given sweets to Mary and while you were lonely on sweets, you didn't want her to flaunt that fact over Eva. So, the only reasonable thing to do was to give Eva the same thing so that any attempt to brag would be negated by equality! At the same time though, you did want to see your friend.

Even if she was a nazi.

But, nazis hated gay people, right? So if you could get her to be gay then- No. Wrong kind of thinking... But... But you did want to be a hero. And what better way to do that than to gay up a nazi? Walking up to the gate to Immaculata and then sitting with your back against the brick fence that surrounded the private school, you pulled out your phone and shot a text to Eva.

You: Are you busy?

Eva: Nope Why?

You: Could you come to school? Please?

Eva: Sure give me a bit.

You slid your phone into your pocket and went back to your earlier debate. You used your power to make friends anyways and it was inevitable that if you hung out wiht Eva, eventually, she'd like you in some romantic or sexual way, right? You had no clue how to or if your power would just create platonic relationships between you and someone else. Plus, she was a nazi and maybe if you got her, it would help get her out of a toxic, potentially violent place. Not her marriage but the whole, y'know, nazi thing.

So, you waited against the gate and after almost an hour you saw a bus roll up to the bus stop across the street and only one girl stepped off. A familiar blonde girl. She made her way over, glancing around a bit furtively as she made her way across the darkened street and to your side. "Hey, Tay."

You smiled at her, "Hi... Wanna come inside?" Eva glanced at the closed gate with a raised eyebrow. You just grinned back at her before motioning for her to follow.

Her eyebrow didn't fall but as you moved along the sidewalk and moved around the campus' brick fence-slash-wall, she did follow. "So, why are you calling me over so late?"

You glanced at her, spinning on your heels to walk backward. "I wanted to see you?" Eva's quizzical gaze was not helped in the slightest. You let out a sigh and shrugged, "I skipped school today and I missed you."

That made Eva looked away and you weren't really sure why. She rubbed the wrist of one arm and then sighed, "Same." She said quietly and this time it was your turn to look confused. She didn't elaborate on what was the same though and soon enough the two of you reached your spot. The fence-wall wasn't too high and you boosted Eva over it without issue. Then, with a running start, you leaped and managed to grab the edge and pull yourself over. Albeit not before handing Eva your various bags on the way. Luckily for you, she didn't peek at the bag full of lingerie, the outfit Sophia picked out, or the bag full of sweets. You took them back and soon enough the two of you were at the girl's dorm. The two of you waltzed on into it.

You and Eva both walked down the familiar path to your room in silence until you unlocked the door, dropped your bags, and flopped onto your bed. Eva sat next to it, still rubbing at her wrist. "So...?" Eva started before she blinked and went to grab the Laserdream plushy propped up on your pillow. "Is this a- a Laserdream plushy?"

You rolled over, grinning at the reminder. "Oh, yeah. I picked it up from my Dad's." You lied as you took it from her. She rolled her eyes before you grinned at her and the corners of her lips flickered.

"Are you a New Wave fan?" Eva asked, her tone more inquisitive than curious. There was another emotion there, maybe disappointment or astonishment.

You looked at the girl, studying her face before letting your eyes fall over her outfit. You couldn't really see it in the dark outside and she'd been walking behind you- staring at you, you knew with your power though you didn't know her face when she was doing it- but now you got a chance to get a good look at her in the light. She was wearing makeup but her eyeliner looked smudged on the corners. She was dressed in a nicely fitting light blue long sleeve and white jeans. You almost shrugged before you remembered that she was a member or- or at least somehow related- to the Empire. You did like them but you had no idea how to respond to that. Did you say yes? Your go to was to say that they were cute but...

"I think they're cool. Laserdream gave me that," That seemed to surprise her and she shrugged before tossing it back on the bed. You remembered that she had a husband and decided to ask her a question. "How'd your Valentine's Day been?"

You saw a sudden weight reappearing on her shoulders and she shrugged again, rolling and closing her eyes at the same time, her eyes staying closed a little too long before shaking her head again. "I... It wasn't great."

You rose an eyebrow before going to shift, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Eva shook her head, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose as she breathed out the words, "I'd really, really rather not." You nodded in understanding before you shifted to the side, closer to Eva so you could wrap your arms around her shoulders in a snug, Albeit gentle, hug. You felt her whole body straighten and stiffen before she breathed out a slow breath and then sank into the hug.

"I needed that," She muttered.

After you hugged her for a while, you pulled away and hopped off the bed, grabbing your bag. Eva looked at you as you did it, confusion but the corners of her lips were a bit higher up than they'd been earlier. You crawled onto the bed, bag in tow, and pulled out a box of cookies. You debated on grabbing another but decided that you'd really rather prefer not to give her that leverage over Mary, just in case. You kicked your bag off the bed and then spun around to lay on your side. You stuck out the box towards Eva with one hand and she rose an eyebrow before half-opening it.

"Cookies?"

You grinned and gave a nod, "I wanted to give you a Valentine's Day gift."

That earned a confused look from her- something that she was giving you a lot tonight- before she reached in, grabbed one, and snapped a bite off of it between her full lips. She chewed it as she closed the box again and her smile grew a little. Still not an actual smile but... but not the almost-frown she had been wearing earlier. Eva sighed before falling to lay back down.

"Thanks, Tay."

You just grinned a bit bigger at that before you rolled along the bed over to her, "Of course! I care about you and wanted to give you something. Sorry it wasn't... better."

She shook her head, "It was plenty." She said with that same, slight hint of a smile on her face.

You laid on the bed with her, her legs dangling off the side of the bed and yours off the bottom, feeling her hair tickle your ear and knowing that your own black locks were mingling with her blonde ringlets. You didn't know what to say so you just... laid there. With her. You shifted, moving your arm to wrap your fingers around her hand in a gentle hold. Nothing scandalous like intertwining your fingers though. That'd be a step too far and not casual enough to simply blow off. With your power, you felt her close her eyes and her lips continued in that almost-grin.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Just... laying there. You felt her with your power, feeling the slow rise and fall of her chest. Eventually, though, she did sit up and look at you. "I should probably get going... before Vic finds out that I'm gone."

"Vic?" You asked and she nodded.

"My husband. Him and some friends were having their poker night when I left," You nodded your head before she started to sway towards the door, her eyes staying on you before you noticed something. You grabbed the box of cookies she left on the bed. You grabbed the box and offered it to her, she stared at it. "I... can take them with me?"

"Yeah? They're yours. I'm giving them to you." Eva bit and started to chew her bottom lip at that, mentally debating something before taking the box and breathing out the sigh. "Thanks."

You smiled at her, "Of course."

And then she left and you were alone once more. Being alone kind of sucked, you'd realized, before going to sit on the bed and pull out your phone once more. Who had you not hung out with so far?

Eva's Lust, Love, and Loyalty have increased by 0.5.

Omake Bonus: Sherrel - Merchant Grapevine (Kinematics- Not Goodbye) - Squealer has started paying more attention- or at least started remembering- the rumors and information spread around the Merchants. When she talks to Taylor, she may let some of this information slip.

Valentine

Current Penalty: -30 Base Chance: 69% (nice)

[Valentine] Sherrel Bailey

[Valentine] Victoria Dallon

[Valentine] END EVENT

The following write-ins are optional and will not increase the reward given but will still have in-character results:

[Valentine] Danny Hebert

[Valentine] Madison Clements

[Valentine] Browbeat

[Valentine] Write-in

Gift

[Gift] Sweets

- 3 Bonus to Valentines Rolls for all characters. Bonus increases to 10 for characters that love Sweets.

[Gift] Write-In Target

--Only use the Target part if you want a specific write-in gift to be tied to a specific romance target, otherwise delete where it says " Target"

-[Written] Acquisition Target

--Write how Taylor acquires the gift here if it is something that would cost more than 15 USD or some other method of acquisition. Otherwise don't use this.

-- Keep in mind Taylor has 1 Fund so you can make 1 major purchase (Treat it like 100 for this event only).

Completed:

0. You have given Sabah Eslami some Sweets.

1. You have given Crystal Pelham some Sweets.

2. You have given Missy Byron some Sweets and she loved them!

3. You went to work and Sophia Hess picked out some sexy clothes for each other.

4. You have given Mary Clover some Sweets and she loved them!

5. You have given Amy Dallon some Comfy Pajamas before leaving work.

6. You have given Eva Herren some Sweets.

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Sincerely

Sincerely

Me!

You put your phone down, sinking back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling above you. You'd talked to enough people for the night. The only big ones left to do were Victoria and Squealer but... but they had their own problems. Squealer was probably doing some drug fueled orgy to celebrate the holiday and Vicky had a boyfriend that she was most likely spending it with.

Yeah, it was probably best to end it.

You rolled over and looked at where Eva had been laying on your bed. Then, you shifted, sliding up the bed and grabbing your Laserdream plush. Finally, you sat with your back against the wall and looked at it. You'd had a good day.

A really, really good day.

Sure, some stuff didn't go so great. There was obviously something going on with Eva that you hadn't cracked but you did manage to finally solve the universal question of: can Amy Dallon smile and signs point to yes! Your line of thought was broken all of the sudden by your phone vibrating... then vibrating again. You picked it up and saw that you were getting a call from... from Sabah.

You swiped it to answer, "Hello?"

"Hi! Taylor, um, I just... Um..." You waited, letting her think about what to say and then she did, she spoke her request, "Sorry if I'm annoying you, I just wanted to talk to you."

You smiled into your phone and shook your head, "No... No, you're fine. I like hearing your voice." That earned you what you assumed was happy silence.

"Cool," Sabah mewed through the phone and you let out a little laugh- again, not a giggle- at the girl's soft voice. "How was work?"

You shrugged, looking at your Laserdream plush as you spoke, "It was fine. Pretty fun, actually."

The conversation continued like that for a while, slowly eating its way into your sleep time before you moved to get comfy, taking off your clothes and grabbing the oversized t-shirt that you'd worn to be last night. You did your best to change sneakily. You didn't want her knowing she was talking to you while you were changing, that'd feel weird. Like being on the phone while using the bathroom. So, you chatted and changed and after a while you eventually decided you needed to end the conversation for the sake of your sleep.

"and I was like, really? She seriously off points for me using a pick stitch instead of blind stitch! Like, that's insane, right?"

You'd tuned out halfway through Sabah's rant about her class but you decided that the pause was a perfect time. "Yeah... Hey, Sabah? I got class in the morning so I think I should head to bed, okay?"

"Oh, shoot. Yeah, I'm sorry."

You grinned into your phone, your glasses already off and on your nightstand as you shifted under the covers, "Don't be. I liked our talk."

"It was really my talk. Sorry for that."

"Nope, don't be." You said before rolling onto your back. "I'll talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye!" Sabah chirped and somehow you knew that she wasn't going to be sleeping any time soon.

Then, you moved back onto your side and hugged the pillow that your head sat atop... then you moved back onto your back. After all the excitement of the day, sleep seemed like it didn't plan on coming.

You weren't sure if you just woke up in the night or not but you heard the clink of metal on wood as someone set something down on your nightstand. With your power, you could feel the shape of what they had laid down, some kind of metal, pill-shaped object a little larger than a baseball. More importantly, through your power, you could feel the person walking through your room. Look at your pair of Dollhouse bags and then the Laserdream doll. The figure- feminine and familiar- moved, crawling onto your bed and laying behind you on the bed, one arm draping over you while the other bent beneath her head. Suspecting, and then confirming, you realized who it was.

"Sophia?" You mumbled, your voice sounding a lot more drowsy than your mind.

The hand pressed against your stomach, pulling you closer against her front. You blinked, retracting your power around the two of you. "Mhm," Sophia said as she hugged you. "Could... Could I spend the night?"

You nodded, "Y'okay?" You mumbled and felt her shake her head. Her cheeks were damp against the back of your neck.

"Came home to mom with- with this asshole ex of hers." You nodded, shuffling back into her arms and she hugged you tighter... then you rolled over, shifting and moving up to wrap your arms around her head and hug her into your chest. She nuzzled in and you draped a leg over her hips, swallowing her in blanket in the process.

"Mmm. Stay here." You muttered before you dozed off, cradling Sophia's head close to your chest and feeling her arm over your hips.

Obtained Containment Foam Grenade.

Valentine's Day Event Reward:

Cupid's Blessing (Valentine's Day) - When Taylor interacts with a character, she can add their Love stat (if it is known) to the roll. In interactions with multiple characters, she adds the highest character's love stat. The bonus from Cupid's Blessing caps at a 7. Negative bonuses are not added.

Because she got the highest roll, Eva will have an interlude posted later today.

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 75% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 80% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Reach out to Tammi

- 83% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some left over sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in (Custom desires or pick Night action)

- ??% Chance

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sophia (90%), Crystal (85%), Eva (85%), Mary (80%), Victoria (75%), Sherrel (75%)

[Night] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Sabah (95%), Missy (90%), Mary (90%), Amy (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Night] Tell Sophia about your powers

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Sincerely

Me!

Eva slowly lifted up the window to the bedroom and crawled into it. She breathed out, closed it, and looked at the box of cookies in her hand. She shook her head. She loved the gift, she really did, but a part of her wished she could've tossed them on her way here... but she couldn't bring herself to. Taylor's gift felt too important to her to do something like that. She cared about the girl and-

"I think we should just fuck the coloreds," Eva heard a voice say as she walked over towards the bedroom door. "Fuck the girls for enough generations and we can breed the bad out of 'em." Paul was drunk and talking about his 'grand plan' like he did every poker game.

"Nah, 'cause then the grandkids'd have to worry about accidentally fucking someone impure. It'd just hide it." Eva heard Carl reply, his tone that of someone who'd heard something and given the reply a half-dozen times. "Pass."

Their poker game was still going. Good. Eva moved, opening and then closing the bedroom door- trying and failing to be sneaky as she moved across the hall and to the bathroom. She heard the bathroom door click. She paused, hearing the deep, practiced timbre of her husband's voice, "I'll be back. Gotta speak to the missus." He spoke, followed by him adding in, "Fold," when someone protested him putting the game on hold for 'some bitch'.

Eva moved, hurrying, flashing forward to pull the laundry out of the hamper that she knew Victor would never touch, put the box of cookies that Taylor'd given her in the bottom before dumping the dirty clothes back on top of it. That was about when a knock came at the door. Eva felt her heart thumping in her ears before she flushed the toilet, turned on the sink and started to wash her hands. Another series of knocks, harder, followed by, "Eva. Open the door."

She did that, opening the door before she even washed her hands and saw Victor standing there, arms crossed and his eyes fixed on her. She moved, going to dry off her hands as her husband watched her. She felt her heart still thumping.

"Where were you?" His tone was calm and that was what threw her off. Last time she'd snuck out to see someone, he'd been angrier. It had gotten violent and though Eva would admit that she started it by throwing a dish at him, he was one the one that'd started shouting and escalated it. Things had been a lot calmer since Victor started seeing that anger management counselor. Not easier, mind you, especially not for the anger management counselor who stopped being able to keep his own anger in check. But calmer.

"In the bedroom, watching TV." She had been, it was true. After bringing Victor and the boys their beers when he shouted for her too, she'd retired to the bedroom and watched TV while she waited for them to finish their drinks and call her in to get some more.

"Eva. Don't lie to me," Victor said, moving to block the door frame and watch her. "Your shoes are on. Were you seeing that dyke?"

"Taylor's not a f-" Eva started, going to protest her husband's words. He cut her off before she could finish.

"That's not what Aubrey said when we hooked up," Victor replied, arms still crossed and brow still lowered. Eva felt that hammer in her chest again at the mention of Aubrey and his hookup. It's what their fight had been about this morning. "She said that you two fuck in her dormroom at lunch."

Eva shut her eyes tighter, "I asked you not to talk about the other girls you sleep with, Vic." That was true. That was even more what their fight had been about. It hurt, hearing about him sleeping with other girls. Hearing him brag about it to the other guys at their weekly poker games. Hearing the other guys ask if they could 'give a ride' to Victor's wife to see if they could get her to like it more. Eva felt like she couldn't breathe, like the air was thin, her breaths were getting deeper or shallower- she wasn't sure which but she knew that she didn't like it. "The marriage counselor says that-"

"Communication is important," Victor finished the sentence for her. "Maybe if you'd listen to that and stop lying, we wouldn't be like this all the time. And you don't get to complain about me fucking other girls. That's all your fault, remember?"

Eva did remember. She knew why Victor had to have sex with other girls. She'd given him permission to, after all, after he constantly complained how miserable she was in bed and how she didn't appreciate his cock enough and how she was a shitty wife if she wouldn't even suck his dick, never mind that she let him stick his dick in her. Eva gave him permission to sleep with other girls, said she'd be okay with it, and they'd come to an agreement after one particularly productive meeting with their old marriage counselor. Victor could have sex with anyone he wanted under one condition.

He could only love Eva. Because she only loved him.

Eva had thought it would make things better. That if he could release his tension and urges by fucking other girls, maybe she could have sex with other guys and learn how to treat a cock better. She brought up the idea of sleeping with other men to Victor and he'd exploded. Furious. It led to their most heated, violent argument. Eva wasn't allowed to sleep with other men because she was supposed to be loyal to him, after all, they were married. Victor made sure that she knew that. Besides, what if some less pure guy got her pregnant?

"I remember," She said, defeat creeping its way into her voice. "But she's not gay. She's just a new girl and I want to be friends with her. Is that so bad?"

Victor rolled his eyes, "It is if she's some fag brainwashing you into wearing rainbows and eating pussy." Eva's stomach tightened at the idea. It wasn't revulsion that filled her stomach though, just anxiety. Her hand felt suddenly cold and she went to hold it with the other.

"She's not."

Victor was frustrated. Eva knew enough to recognize that as he uncrossed him arm and clenched one fist. "Eva, stop lying to me. Aubrey told me-" Eva rose her voice opening and getting a sound out before Victor raised a single finger, cutting her off, "Aubrey told me about her groping you. I know that some dyke is trying to get in your head. Stop hanging out with her."

No.

No was the first word to come into Eva's mind at that order. Followed by an out of characterly defiant 'you can't make me'. She didn't voice those thoughts but a part of her raged at her husband's command and she couldn't entirely quell that. She knew better than to provoke him though. Than to outright say 'make me' or something equally dumb. So instead of defying, she questioned, "Why?"

Victor moved, going to sit on the edge of the tub across from her. "Because I love you," He said simply, "I don't want some bitch corrupting you with queer nonsense and I can tell she's already doing it. A month ago, you never would've lied to me." She had lied to him a lot. She'd lied to him so, so many times. "And I'm tired of you doing it now. If I hear about you seeing her again- and I will if you do- I'm gonna be mad and make it so you'll never lie to me again."

Eva swallowed. She didn't say a word, just nodded. Eva knew that he could do it. Victor- as Victor, his costumed counterpart that shared his name- would frequently make his lieutenants worse at lying. Not too bad, only lessening them temporarily... but he could keep going. He could take a skill to the point where it would take so long to regenerate, that it was like you'd never had it in the first place. He'd used his power on her before, taking her ability to speak when she'd try to gossip with Night after an outing, though he didn't take enough that the skill wouldn't come back in a few hours.

Her eyes were burning behind their lids as she closed them. She heard him stand up and walk away. She moved, locking the door behind him, and then went to grab her buried box of cookies, hug them close to her, and snack on them while she cried. She loved him and she'd done so, so much for him but... but she was never enough. She'd let him have sex with other girls whenever she wanted, she curled her hair every morning to try and look more like the girl's he liked, but she was never, never enough.

Two questions rang through her head while she sat there, in their white bathtub, sobbing salty tears onto her sweet, delicious cookies.

Why did she have to marry and love Victor?

and

Why couldn't Victor be more like Taylor?

Eva's Love, Lust, and Loyalty increased by 0.2

Eva's Happiness decreased by 0.5

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Spoiler: Result

Wednesday, February 15th, 2011

You woke up with the only hint of Sophia having spent the night being a chilly back and the gift she'd left for you on the table. It's a silver, pill-shaped thing with the letters HICFG on the side. A quick google tells you that means 'High Impact Containment Foam Grenade'. You... had absolutely no clue what to do with something like that. It had a little letter beneath it that read:

"Thanks for the gift. I didn't really know what to get you so take this instead. I don't know what you'd do with it but maybe I can't be your personal hero and if it keeps you safe, then that'd make me happy. Just twist it and throw to use it. -S"

You smiled at that, tucking it away and putting it in your underwear drawer. You weren't really sure what to do with it, but it would probably come in handy, right?

You finished your morning routine- save for one thing. Normally, you would eat breakfast at the table normally reserved for Eva and her clique, Eva would show up, the two of you would hang out and chat for a bit and then leave before everyone else showed up. It was a routine that had happen ever since you'd sat at their table accidentally all those days ago.

That didn't happen today. Instead, the head girl- Avery or Audrey or something- showed up first and sat down, looking at you with a smug smile.

"What?" You asked, your power bubbling from your skin.

She shrugged, leaning forward and smirking, "Oh, nothing." Well, that was the opposite of what people did when nothing was going on. You stared at her in confusion for a bit while she sat down and then tilted her head, "Why didn't you come and sit with us earlier?"

"Huh?"

"Back when I told Eva you could come eat with us for lunch. Or you could've saved our seat for a different breakfast. Duh!" The girl- definitely something that started with an A- said patting her hands on the table and throwing them up in the air. Leaning forward. Her outfit was also against regulation but not just because of the high skirt- Eva's was probably just as high, if not a bit higher. Her top had a button or two undone, giving you a brief glimpse at her cleavage. You flicked your eyes away before you got a good look at them.

You shook your head, "I never knew this was your table. I eat in my room most of the time. I was late so I ate breakfast in here," You lied. You'd been waiting for Eva.

"Yeah, I know. With Eva sometimes, right? Or that weird, wannabe nun?"

You shrugged, "Sometimes. Not most of the time."

About that time, Eva showed up and looked at you. Panic flashing across her eyes before it was smothered down. You caught the message and went to stand up, "Well, I'm gonna go finish up some homework. It was nice meeting you though!" You told the girl, getting serious bad vibes as you hopped up and made your way out.

You made your way along the halls and prepared for the day. You were halfway through your first class when your phone buzzed in your pocket and you discreetly snuck it out to glance at a text.

Eva: Meet me at 3rd floor girls bathroom during lunch?

You sent an out of character message for you. Out of character in that it neither grammatically correct nor did it mirror how worried you were. Just a simple 'K'.

Eventually, as it always does, your lunch period rolled around and you did as Eva requested. It turns out there were three girls bathrooms on the 3rd floor, one in each wing and one in the middle. You found the one she was talking about on a lucky second try, after checking the middle one. You walked into the bathroom and saw Eva who breathed out, visibly sagging in relief at the sight of you.

But still looking very, very on edge.

You spoke immediately once you saw the blonde, her curls looking a lot fainter today and her makeup looking more rushed. The pink eyeshadow seemed a bit lighter than normal and the eyeliner had one line the slightest bit uneven compared to the other. She didn't have her lipstick on.

It was still far, far more effort than you put in every morning. You still didn't even know how to apply makeup, well, not in a way that didn't make you look like a raccoon had snuck its way into a Sephora.

"Is everything okay?"

Eva opened her mouth, drawing in a breath to give a reply before shaking her head. Her lips moved, not in the shape of letters and not making a sound as she struggled for words, "I... I don't know if... If we can hang out anymore." Her voice sounded... hollow. Monotone or robotic. Her eyes flickering and conveying a thousand more emotions than her voice.

You took two steps forward, shock evident on your voice as you felt your heart start thumping faster. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

"I-I just don't think it'd be a good idea." Eva replied, "I don't want you to get hurt so-"

You cut her off, "I know." That made her blink. She'd planned out some kind of script and you'd thrown it off. "I know and I'm not gonna be in danger." You just had to figure out how she knew. How they knew.

"Taylor..." Eva replied, her mouth working for words again. "Taylor, I... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Nope, it's not." You replied but you shook your head, "But I'll be okay." You just had to figure out that the Empire knew you had powers and who leaked it to Eva. Once you did that, you could play damage control. Convince Eva that your master power didn't work on her for one reason or another or try and get her to not tell. Even if you lost her to the knowledge of your master effect, maybe you could keep her from leaking it to Mary? Or convince her that you could give her powers through sex and work your power until she-

"But I won't." Eva replied, breaking your train of thought. Not because of her words but because of the sounds of her voice. It cracked. You looked up at her and saw her mouth open, tears building in her eyes. "If he leaves me-" You moved, two steps forward only for Eva to take one back. You blinked as you saw her hands shaking, her mouth open.

You reeled your power in. Washed it inward until it covered just the two of you, connected by a small, invisible tendril. "Eva, what's going on?" You were thoroughly thrown off. Had the Empire not found out about your power?

She looked at you, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were freezing. "Vic-Aubr-I..." She swallowed and it seemed to take all of her effort to do that. "Victor thinks you're a fag... and th-that I'm ch-cheating on him with you so... So we can't... um... hang out anymore."

You blinked. Some... Some asshole was keeping her from you? For the first time in a long time, you felt a little thunderclap of anger in the back of your mind. It died as you breathed out, remembering the calming techniques that your mother told your father back when he would get worked up about something or another. They were similar to the techniques you'd been taught after the locker, when you'd get panic attacks just being trapped with someone in a car.

"Why-What-I-" You were at a lost for words. Your power was rippling under your control. "Why can't we just hang out at school?"

"He... Um... There's people here that'd tell him."

You swallow, "Empire people?" She shrank, flinching, and nodding her head. She really was involved- in one way or another- with the Empire.

"Vic is pretty high up," She said, feeling awfully small. You had the feeling, considering the whole arranged marriage stuff.

"We could hang out after school then? Steal little... little... meetups?" You almost said trysts and you felt that would definitely send up some kind of flags.

"I... I wish I could? I really, really like you." Eva said before shaking her head, her voice shaking with every sound. Like she was liable to break and burst into tears at any moment. "Like, I mean, hanging out. Not like... like like." She said, to smear away any gay undertones that the two of you had. After a moment though, she tapped her toes on the ceramic tiles and you heard a whisper, "Could I get a goodbye hug?"

You blinked and shook your head, "No." You saw a silent tear roll down Eva's cheek, the quiet words "I understand," being muttered as you hurried forward and wrapped your arms around her. "Because this isn't goodbye."

Eva worked her mouth and you looked down at her, pressing your face to the top of her head as you hugged her into your front. She was stiff, again, but after a moment she absolutely melted into it. You rubbed her shoulder with one hand, the other resting on Eva's side as you pressed her close.

She shook her head. "Don't." You kept her tight, but let out a questioning 'hm' at her words. "Don't try and give me hope, Tay."

You pulled back, putting a hand on either side. "I'm not giving you hope. I'm making a promise," You whisper before giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Let's text when we can. Okay?"

Eva bites her bottom lip but, after a moment, says "Okay... sure. Maybe a call, if I can." Then, she left, wiping at her eyes and cheeks with the heel of her wrist as she went out.

You didn't feel like eating lunch today.

Soon enough, the school day ended and you had already planned on what you were going to do after. You needed a way to cheer up after the disaster that was lunch. So, you messaged Sabah and asked if you could hang out. She was apparently working today so you would have to wait a few hours before you got to hang out. You spent that time working on homework and trying to figure out how you were going to handle the disaster surrounding Eva.

You had absolutely no idea.

Once time rolled around to head over to Sabah's, you did eagerly. You hurried down the street and onto the bus, tapping your heel as you rode along. You finally got there and went up the stairs. You knocked on the door. You felt Sabah's spark within and soon the door opened, Sabah's adorable little face poking out and grinning.

"Taylor."

You grinned at her and she opened the door, "Sabah." You stepped on through and once you did, you saw what the middle-eastern girl was wearing a pink bathrobe.

Just a bathrobe, wrapped tightly around her.

You blinked, your cheeks flushing red and you saw Sabah's cheeks doing the same. She closed the door behind you, pressing you against it and going to stand on her tiptoes to press her lips against yours.

You pressed into the kiss, feeling her lips part and yours doing the same as she slid her tongue between your lips. You felt her hand brush against your cheek, into your hair and then she pulls away, withdrawing from you and smiling.

"W-Well that's a hello," You reply, your cheeks growing brighter red as she kissed her way up and along your cheeks.

Sabah's lips hung around your ears, giving a little nibble to your earlobe as she did her best to give a sultry command... but instead it was just an embarrassed, little squeak, "Bedroom. N-Now."

You pulled away, still grinning as you saw her face flushing deeper and deeper red. You did as she ordered, heading to the apartment's bedroom and looking back as Sabah held her bathrobe closed with one hand as she hurried after you.

You moved to stand next to the bed and felt Sabah lift her hands, gently trying to push you to sit back on the bed. You did so, not wanting to argue with the tiny, adorable, bathrobe wearing girl. She took a deep breath and then moved to pull the wrap undone on her bathrobe, moving her arms and letting it fall to the ground. But she wasn't naked beneath it. Not entirely.

Sabah's light brown skin was bare before you, save for the red wrappings that weaved around her. The red ribbon wrapped around her hips, hooking down to cover her lower half like a thong and then went back up the girl's stomach. It pressed against her breasts, wrapping around them and pressing them up, hiding her dark nipples while also squeezing them. It hooked around her shoulder and then, finally, tightened around her neck like a collar, save for the small bow that was tied over her throat.

Your breath hitched at the sight of Sabah, wrapped up like a present in a bow. The only thing more red than the ribbon that weaved around her was Sabah's face, flushed in embarrassment.

You were pretty sure that your face was an even darker shade of red than hers.

Sabah moved forward, crawling into your lap and pressing her lips against yours once more. Her hands weaved around your neck as she moved to drag a hand through your hair. Your hands moved too, wrapping around her soft, dark skin and dragging your fingers across the ribbons that wrapped around her. She moved, pressing kisses onto the corner of your lips and your cheeks as her hands slid, one staying wrapped in your hair and the other sliding down, past your shoulders.

She pressed her lips harder against yours, her hand snaking its way down the sides of your shirt that felt far, far too tight against your breasts at the moment. She breathed kisses onto your neck as she moved along, one hand hooking around the hem of your top as she gave a gentle bite to your neck.

You shivered as Sabah lifted your top up and off, breaking her string of kisses and bites to pull off your top and then moving forward to press a rough, passionate kiss against your lips before she deftly unhooked your bra with one hand. You shivered at the feeling of her warm skin brushing against yours. She moved, pressing you back to lay on the bed, your legs hanging off the sides as she kissed down your neck, her lips finding their way down to your clavicle then further, trailing and meandering down to the top of your breasts as you felt one of her thumbs brush at your other nipple.

"S-Saah-" You tried to say the words, the sudden feeling of skin sliding againsts skin and ribbon surprising but you felt a thumb hook into your mouth as her other hand began to press little circles around your nipple, earning little shivers and presses from you.

Sabah continued moving, her lips gently brushing your nipple as she planted little kisses on it and you felt her thigh pressing on the outside of your crotch, pressing hard against your slit beneath them. She moved, pressing her little circles on one nipple as she brought the other between her lips, pressing her tongue against it in little circles.

As you shuddered and gasped, you felt your pants grow loser, a button coming undone as Sabah moved, her hand moving from your lips to grab yours, guiding it to her ass. You gave it a squeeze and Sabah breathed a hot breath onto your breast as she let out a gasp. So, you kept doing it. Pressing and kneading as you moved another hand to massage the girl's rear. She let out little shudders of pleasure onto your breast as she went back, kissing and pressing with her tongue against your hard nipple.

Then, without warning, she adjusted out of your grip on her rear. She kissed the bottom of your breast, her other hand sliding off of it as she kissed your stomach, her lips going lower and lower before they got to your surprisingly unbuttoned pants. She tugged them off, then your panties beneath, revealing your slit. She glanced up at you and you stared past your small, chest at her. You stared at the hunger in your eyes, the rapid falling and rising of your chest and hers.

You felt like you were burning. You bit your bottom lip and then she moved, pressing her lips against your slit and then you felt the slow press of her tongue sliding in. You moaned, moving to grab a fistful of her hair. You heard her make a noise, a shiver escaping you as she pressed her tongue in, sliding it around and making you go wild with a loud, moan that you tried- and failed to muffle by biting your lip.

She pressed and pulled with her tongue, making shapes and circles as she kept her mouth against your slit. You moved, shivering and shuddering. You had no clue how long she was down there but every passing moment made you twitch and squirm, your thighs squeezing against either side of her head and your hands pressing against her hair, trying to press her harder against your slit as she toyed with your clit.

Eventually, it became too much. You pressed hard with your hands, your thighs squeezing her head and your knees hooked around her neck, locking her as you finally came- hard- into her mouth. Your whole body slackened as your chest rose and fell in hard, dramatic bursts. She pulled away, grinning and wiping at her mouth with a towel as she tugged at her bow and the ribbons fell from around her. She moved, climbing up you and pressing her lips against yours. They felt... different and it took you a half-second of hazy thoughts to realize why. It was because your juices were on them.

Your face flushed deeper as she pressed her nude body against yours then you felt her hands move, placing something cold against your burning neck.

A necklace? You were pretty sure you saw one on the nightstand earlier, but that was on the opposite side of the bed.

Sabah melted into you, "Next t-time, you're... you're gonna do me." She whispered as she nuzzled into your neck. You laughed a little, a tired laugh, as she nuzzled into your almost flat chest. You lifted a hand up and ran it through her hair.

"Happy Valentine's Day," She whispered, tired, into your ear.

You kissed her forehead and rested there, laying there for a while before Sabah- still naked- moved to grab something from her dresser to put on. You moved too, going to put on your clothes. "Would you wanna spend the night?" Sabah asked and- debating briefly- you nodded. You'd like to.

She made you a wonderful dinner and eventually the two of you started to wind down for the night. Just as you were preparing to sleep, scrolling through your phone while Sabah was in the bathroom, you got a text from an unknown number.

It was a time- 6 PM tomorrow- and an address.

Eva's Love, Lust, and Loyalty have increased by 0.8.

Sabah's Love and Lust have increased by 1.

Obtained a 'Heart-Shaped Pendant'

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 80% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Reach out to Tammi

- 83% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some left over sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in (Custom desires or pick Night action)

- ??% Chance

Night:

[Night] Go to the address

-[Prep] Do you do anything additional to prepare?

-- ??% Chance

-- Someone clearly wants to meet with you.

-- Who knows why.

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sophia (90%), Sabah (85%), Crystal (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (75%), Sherrel (75%)

[Night] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Missy (90%), Mary (90%), Amy (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah or Sophia

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Spoiler: Results

Thursday, February 16th, 2011

Wake up. Shower. Get dressed. It was almost routine, save for the fact that between the 'wake up' and 'shower' steps, there was the fact that you had to get to one side of town, sneak into a rich private school, and hope that nobody noticed the unshowered girl with bed head and a red face sneaking in.

Another thing that broke the routine was breakfast. Instead of the normal, sitting with Eva for breakfast routine, you went to the cafeteria and sat far away. You glanced up at her, your eyes staring at Eva's form as she sat across from you. You moved, going to slide your phone out and scroll to your messages with her.

"Hi there," A voice interrupted, you looked left and saw a familiar redhead flashing you a smile. Your eyes flicked back to Eva and then at your phone and the message you hadn't even started to type before you slid it back into your pocket.

"Hey."

Mary moved, going to sit next to you and smile. Her eyes flicked over to Eva who was on the opposite side of the mostly empty lunchroom and she made an observation, "Trouble in paradise?"

You glanced at her, confused before shaking your head, "I guess? Apparently her husband-" You paused, biting your tongue and not saying that he found out you were gay. You didn't know what kind of religious zealot and you'd heard a few people call her a heretic or cultist at this point. The only cult you really knew about were the fallen and, well, they were infamously homophobic. You didn't want to lose her too. "doesn't like her and me being friends."

"Ouch," Mary said before bumping you with her shoulder, "Well, you got me? And if you two can't hang out, that just means more time for us." She said with a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, I guess I do," You replied, giving a small smile which only made hers grow larger. "Lunch?"

"Definitely," Mary replied as you continued eating your breakfast.

That lunch did not come soon enough. Classes seemed to drag on and you idly snaked your power throughout the school. You'd been doing that more often. You felt for faces with the silent tendrils of force. You couldn't recognize anyone but some were starting to get familiar. The girl with the shaved head on the floor beneath you. The boy who never stopped bouncing his foot down the hall. Their seats changed and it was only people with obvious features or ticks that you recognized, but you were getting better at feeling things.

It was slow progress, but it was progress and it helped to dull the boredom of waiting for time to tick forward and lunch to come around.

Once it did, you couldn't help but smile as you made your way to the cafeteria. You entered and as your power flooded the room, you felt a girl waving in your direction. You glanced and saw the A-girl- Ally?- waving you over to the table with her clique, Eva included. You hesitated and it was around that time that an elbow hooked around yours and tugged you forward.

"Come on, you promised a lunch with me and I'm not letting anyone stop us," Mary announced- a little too loudly- as she tugged you along towards the cafeteria line. You were swept away by her, unable to do anything but frown towards Addison's table.

"I wasn't trying to skip," You told Mary who tugged you along until you were in line.

"Mhm, I'm sure." She said, a scoop of chocolate ice cream going onto both of your trays as the woman ran out of vanilla before you two checked out. "And because you're such a good friend who doesn't skip, you're gonna let me have some of your chocolate ice cream?" You gave Mary a flat look and she grinned, "Kidding. Kidding... Mostly."

"Where are we eating?" You asked and Mary shrugged.

"Wherever the winds take us!" She announced, holding her tray with one hand and placing an arm across her forehead before grinning and cackling like a madwoman.

Maybe she was some kind of crazy cultist. Maybe it was a sex cult. You could only dream.

The two of you walked along the halls, "We could go to your room?" You suggested, "Instead of mine? Mix things up?"

Mary gave you a stare like you were insane, "I don't even go to my room."

You blinked at her as the two of you walked down the halls, out to the courtyard, and eventually to your lonesome dorm room. Mary sat her tray on your night stand before grabbing a little Laserdream plushy.

"Laserdream?"

You rolled your eyes, "Yes. I think she's cool and nice." You said, snagging the plushy back and setting it on the nightstand.

"Ooh, are you a fan?" She asked and you gave her a look before she sat back and smiled. You smiled at the girl and rolled your eyes. Mary grinned back before she continued, "Hey, Tay?"

You glanced at her, "Yeah?"

Mary chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments before shaking her head and scooting closer to you, "Just so you know, I don't have a husband." You gave Mary a look as you took a bite of your lunch and she shrugged, "So no worries about some weirdo telling me we can't hang out."

You just rolled your eyes again as you took a bite out of your food, "Thanks?"

Mary nodded, looking smugly satisfied as she tossed a grape into the air and flopped to lay back on your bed and catch it in her mouth.

You just rolled your eyes, going to keep eating your lunch.

Your meal with Mary wound up feeling rather short-lived as the school bell eventually rang and you had to go back to class. During the last period of the day, you got another text from the same anonymous number as yesterday that simply read: 'Be there'.

The school day ended and you had an hour to prepare for whatever it was that you were going to meet.

You took some scissors and an old, baggy shirt from your life at Winslow that you packed more to have an extra sleep shirt and cut it up into a series of long strips of cloth. You applied your power, lifted your shirt up, and placed them there. They wrapped around your torso like belts, pressing a little to keep where they were but otherwise negligible. You went ahead to the school's library and scheduled an email for Sophia, saying that you were going to meet someone and the address and that if she got it, something bad happened. You set it to send at Nine PM. Whatever this was, it couldn't last four hours, right?

Then, finally, you grabbed the containment foam grenade that Sophia gave you. You took a deep breath and eventually put it on your lower back, using a strap of cloth to wrap around and hold it in place.

Then, you waited. You tried to kill time or calm your nerves but eventually, as the clock always ticked forward, you wound up having to leave and go to the meeting place.

It was a parking deck. It was four stories tall and the bottom deck was absolutely packed. You walked up the ramp to the second floor and nobody paid you any mind. The second floor was sparse and, again, nobody paid any attention to you. Then you ascended the ramp to the third floor and you saw a car. You were awful with models but you recognized the Mercedes-Benz logo on the front of it, even if you didn't recognize the man sitting on the hood. He was parked off to one side on the third floor and he was giving you a fixed, inspecting look.

The man's face was fairly average looking, with a big nose and somewhat chiseled jawline. He had blue eyes and a blonde crew cut, the sides trimmed close to his sides. He had a build like a linebacker, big biceps and a muscular chest. His blue eyes were cold and distant as they stared at you, his eyes sizing you up. He was probably somewhere in his mid-twenties. Not old, but definitely well after the end of puberty.

"Victor?" You guessed and he nodded once.

"Yeah. I wanted to meet you," The man said as you correctly guessed his identity. He moved, standing up and walking over towards you. He was taller than you by a few inches, still short enough for you to basically be at eye level with one another.

"You told Eva that we couldn't hang out anymore."

"Yeah, I did." The man stated, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. He didn't seem concerned by you at all and, well, why would he be? You were a thin girl with practically no muscles.

You hesitantly went and wrapped your power around him… before letting it flood the parking garage and out. The two of you were the only people on this floor and while there were people on the floor beneath that could probably hear you scream, you didn't know if they'd care enough to help you.

"Why?"

He crossed his arms, his face placid as he stared at you, "Because I don't want her hanging out with you. I worked hard to earn her and whether you're a dyke or not, I'm not risking losing her."

Earn her? You blinked and then shook her head, "She's your wife, not some kind of… prize?"

He shrugged, "Wives are supposed to be obedient. She tries but… she's not that great at it."

"Maybe you're the problem?"

You caught a flare of something across his face before he shook his head, "I am. I'm not a good husband but she's not a good wife either." You felt oddly defensive of her before he continued, "Getting her to be as passable as she now has been hard. And I'm not gonna let some weirdo work against that." You moved forward but he continued, "She has friends. Leave her alone."

There was a pause as you looked up at his face, his eyes locked onto yours and they were cold. You'd never seen eyes like that but they were intense. And scary. "Or what?" Your voice felt oddly small.

"Don't ask. You'll regret it. Either because my wife gets hurt or worse happens to you." He shifted before lifting his shirt and pulling it off. Your eyes flicked across the man's abs and his chiseled chest before they fell on something that stood out. Two interlocked eights. For a half-second, your eyes flicked down to his waistline where something else poked out of his pants line. A pistol was tucked into the inside of his pants. "I'm in the Empire. She's mine. You try anything with her and I'll make sure you regret it. I've been told you're a dyke. I don't know if that's true. I don't care. If you corrupt her with some faggot thoughts or if you try to take her away from me as some protective feminist bullshit, I'll ruin your life. Because you're trying to ruin my wife's."

He moved, turning away from you and sliding his shirt back on before getting in his car- the engine had been running the whole time- and then he drove off, the side of his car passing inches from you and you caught a glance, seeing Eva in the passenger seat, forced to watch your conversation.

You sat down, feeling their car through your power and feeling it drive away.

Mary's Stats all increased by 0.5

You now have Victor's phone number

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 80% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Reach out to Tammi

- 83% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some leftover sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in (Custom desires or pick Night action)

- ??% Chance

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sophia (90%), Sabah (85%), Crystal (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (75%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%)

[Night] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Missy (90%), Mary (90%), Amy (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah or Sophia

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Friday, February 17th 2011

Wake up. Shower. Dress. The three things in your life that were once again consistent, even if you woke up somewhere yesterday morning. Then, another break in the cycle as you ate lunch alone, staring at your plate and flicking your eyes over to Eva all by her lonesome again.

Mary didn't come to sit with you today, so you finished your meal and headed back to your dorm before classes started.

Once they did and once lunch came around, you found a surprising lack of Mary present. Since you also couldn't hang out with Eva, that meant you were going to have a lunch alone at school for the first time in a while. You considered what to do before eventually settling on doing something that felt important for all capes.

Studying.

Not studying your textbooks or doing homework or preparing for tests or anything silly like that. No, instead, you spent your lunch period in the library researching something far more pressing on your day to day life.

Capes and their powers.

You had been experimenting with your powers the past week, trying to get better at sensing people and distinguishing among them. It made you more cognizant of your power and how it worked but you also knew that you could only do so much on unlearned experience. So, you googled things.

Trigger events. Second triggers. The manton limit. Things like that were the subject of many searches online and once you ran out of links to follow and rabbit holes to go down, you found yourself on PHO where you watched a video of a cape fight from yesterday. Oni Lee fighting off Vista and Clockblocker who were trying to stall him until Dauntless and Triumph arrived on the scene. It was at that moment that you were staring at the cutie that is Vista that you noticed something.

She seemed... slower. The space that she was effecting seemed to fold or stretch slower than you remembered it being. Going to check another video showed a similar thing. Her power was slower than the near-instant it had shrank or grown things when you were near her.

That sent you down another rabbit hole as you researched powers changing and fluctuating. It had been touched on when you googled second triggers but this took you down a more focused pathway. You found a single term and your eyes skimmed along it and things clicked into place. They didn't make total sense but they made a bit more.

Sechen ranges.

You'd experienced it personally. A term for the way that powers varied based on situation. It was a complicated thing but apparently powers got stronger or the user grew more in sync with them when you were in stressful situations or scenarios close to your trigger event. The effects didn't change but they did grow more potent or make you more in tune with your power and how it functioned.

It explained why you could easily sense what was going on during the fight. But it didn't explain why it felt like Vista's power was stronger then too... unless there was something about your power that made people go to that state artificially? Or made their sechen range or whatever equal to your own?

You chewed on your lip with absolutely no clue whatsoever.

There were other things that caught your eye but it was mainly some cape named Narwhal on the second trigger page. She was absolutely beautiful with curves somewhere between Crystal and Victoria. Busty but not in the bimbo way that Sherrel was. She was tall, going onto her page on the Parahumans Online wiki told you she was seven feet tall but none of that was what interested you. No, it was the fact that her costume was made up of small, fingernail sized forcefields that covered her in splotches like patchy scales.

Gosh, why did the Canadians get the sexy superheroine?

Shaking that out of your mind and going to the other thing that caught your eye were multi-triggers. Capes who had trigger events at the same enough place at the same enough time and got overlapping powers because of it. Each one got a main power and a minor version of the other's power. It was- again- similar to your situation. You got minor powers of the girls you connected with but they didn't get minor versions of yours. They just got... some kind of change to their powers. You still didn't know what it was so you went to Sophia- Shadow Stalker's page.

There, you found the answer to what changed about her power. Apparently she got vastly more control. Older threads that linked to or from her page said she could turn her body and any objects she touched into the ethereal, phantom-esque state made of mist. That power had apparently grown in a way that was two-fold. She could now also turn people she touched into that misty state or turn herself partially. One image on a thread about her showing her new powers had a gif of a gang member trying to stab her and instead his hand and knife passed through her, elbow deep, before she gave him a right hook to the skull with her unphased hand. Then the text 'UM HOW ABOUT NO' flashed onto the screen.

It wasn't a very good meme.

So you'd formed some kind of connection with her, granting you a minor version of her power and enhancing hers. It was... kind of like a multi-trigger, save for the conditions and scenario being completely different.

It was all strange and interesting. Crystal mentioned taking parahuman studies in a text she'd sent you, so maybe you could get more information from her? Even if you didn't pursue that though, you did learn a great deal about powers. It wasn't a wasted lunch, at least.

The bell interrupted your studying as you continued researching Narwhal. Casually. For research purposes. She was apparently a member of the Guild, a Canada-based superhero team that focused on international threats. And she's the head of the Toronto branch of the PRT. Neat. While you studied her- and not just her professional career and powers, seriously that was an option for a costume? The bell rang and you closed out of your research.

The classes after were filled with you testing your sensing again. Your studies had also taught you that powers could be honed through practice and creativity. They wouldn't grow stronger but you'd get better at using them. So, your practice would pay off as you learned to use your power better.

Your practice ended with the final school bell at 3 PM and you headed back to your dorm. That was when you felt the buzz of a PHO notification.

MissMe: I have the day off. Can we meet?

Trouble_Magnet: Sure! Where?

MissMe: Umm... How about Greenwald Park?

Trouble_Magnet: I'll head there now.

You had to look up the route to that particular park. It was somewhere between your school and Missy's, you assumed. And your assumption proved correct once you looked it up and then looked up the bus routes to go there. After a brief period of debate, you decided to just head on there in your schoolgirl outfit. It made sense and it would show Missy that you didn't dally to get there!

It was surprising to arrive there before the blonde girl, considering her power, but you did nonetheless. You sat on a bench and after fifteen minutes of waiting, you noticed a girl approach you. The same, wavy, blonde bob as before and a big smile on her face.

"Hi," You said as she stared at you and you sat back. She moved to sit down next to you, pulling off her backpack- a green one with ladybugs and flowers stitched onto it.

"Hey, how was your day?" Missy asked, tilting a head to one side. You felt your heart thump as she flashed you a cute grin and you shrugged.

"I've had better but it was pretty good. I researched-" You paused. Would it be good to tell a Ward that you looked up powers? She might be curious as to why... " nice restaurants. Around town. Did you know there's this pasta place in Brockton that's famous for its fettuccini?" That was true. It had been your mom's favorite place and you all ate there for her birthday.

Missy shook her head, "I've never had fettu-that." She said, giving up on pronouncing the word and instead just giving a sorry smile. You gave her a surprised look before you moved, sliding your hip to bump it against hers.

"We'll go some time."

That made Missy's eyes go wide and a wave of pink wash over her cheeks as she nodded, "Oh, um, su-sure? Yeah. Totes."

You rose an eyebrow, "Totes?"

"Oh, um..." Her blush seemed to grow a little before she rubbed the back of her neck, "I've heard Victoria say it when she's on the phone with- um- at school."

"Cape stuff?" You asked and Missy nodded.

"Cape stuff. Is Totes not cool?"

You thought. You didn't want to say that Victoria wasn't cool. She was absolutely gorgeous and probably way more popular than you but... "I just didn't picture you as the totes type."

"I'm not..." Vista stated, deflating a little before shaking her head. "But I am awesome and have you a Valentine's day present."

That got your attention. You rose an eyebrow and Vista looked at you with giddy excitement before going to pull up her backpack and dig something out of it. She pulled out a smaller case within her backpack.

It was a rectangle about as long as your hand. She opened it up and it opened to reveal two screens. A charging cable sat next to it.

"A... DS?" You'd heard of them. There was a big deal about them a few years back when Aleph Nintendo bought Nintendo of Bet. You couldn't really remember it, other than a lot of advertising about the Nintendo mobile consoles arriving on Bet.

"It's a DS XL." She stated, waving it at you and then handing it over. You stared at the little device with surprise as she passed the case over, it had the charging cable and sixteen games inside. "Here's some games for you. I just put my favorites like Pokemon and the DS port of Animal Crossing City Folk and other cool ones. You don't have to play them but..." Missy glanced away, her cheeks growing brighter as her blush crawled onto her ears.

You slid it into your own bag. "I'll play them."

She glanced, her lips puckered in a tiny pout before she said, "You don't have to. I mean, if the gift's too childish then I can go get something else like-"

You leaned down, giving her red cheek a kiss before pulling away and wrapping your arms around her shoulders in a nice, firm hug. "It's a great gift, Missy. I love it. I'll play it, promise. We can talk about them."

"Okay, just don't pick Cyndaquil in Soul Silver because I have him so if you get a different one we can both have two. Oh and..."

The next few hours were spent with Missy explaining what you should and shouldn't do when playing pokemon, like how moves like Growl and Swords Dance were useless or the complicated mess of type advantages and disadvantages. Also, apparently, someone named Marth in one of the games is "rad as heck" according to Missy and you're supposed to take care of Militia Junior in Nintendogs 2.

You didn't really get it, but you promised that you'd play one of the games before your next meeting so you could talk about it. Hopefully, you'd have time amongst all the chaos.

By the time she left your brain was full of weapon triangles and Cooking Mama tips.

It was absolutely adorable.

Vista's Love and Loyalty have increased by 0.5.

Vista's Lust has increased by 1.

Saturday

[Saturday] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sophia (90%), Sabah (85%), Crystal (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (75%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Saturday] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Mary (90%) or Amy (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Saturday] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah or Sophia

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Saturday] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 30??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers.

[Saturday] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Saturday] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Saturday] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Saturday] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Saturday] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Saturday, February 18th, 2011

You woke up fairly late today. There were troubles last night when it came to sleeping but eventually, you must've dozed off. You did have a bad dream last night that wasn't necessarily a nightmare but just... just an unpleasant dream. It made you realize something that you should've done already but hadn't. Your shower woke you up and you got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black crop top with a sky blue bralette beneath it.

So, after eating a late breakfast or early lunch, you eventually went and shot out a text to Sophia, asking for her to come over. She replied after a bit and you just sat back on your bed, waiting. Soon enough, Sophia arrived and knocked on your door.

"Hey," You said with a smile and she smirked at you.

"You wanted me?" Sophia asked and you opened your mouth before closing it again.

"I needed to... to tell you something?"

Sophia got your tone, raising an eyebrow and moving forward to brush her fingertips along your bicep before her hand retracted back, "Is... Okay?"

You swallowed, your mouth working for the words as you moved to sit back on your bed. "I told you that you're Shadow Stalker." Sophia rolled her eyes.

"I already knew I was." She said before a look of concern and a flash of upset streaked across her features, "Shit, Hebert, did you tell someone?"

You shook your head. "No. No, no. I wouldn't." You took a deep breath. "I didn't tell you something about me." You said, still struggling for the words before deciding that a demonstration would be best. You lifted a hand and it washed over, your hand turning to a misty, phantom limb that Sophia stared at. Her eyes slowly growing wider.

"Fuck," You heard the words leave Sophia's lips as she moved, her dark fingers brushing through your palm before she retracted it. Her eyes flicked over to your face and the black girl looked a little pale as she continued, "What the fuck?"

You nodded, "I... I have powers." You said and Sophia shook her head.

"Yeah, I can fucking tell. What the hell? Is that mine?" You moved your lips before you pressed a hand against the blanket, demonstrating something else. Your power soaked into the blanket like water and then it curled up. The blanket moved, wrapping around you and moving to form a half dome around you, with the opening facing Sophia. That caused confusion to bleed into her concern. "That's not," Sophia said before shaking her head, "Parian's?"

"I... I don't know. I have, like... I googled it and it's some kind of-"

"Trump power?" Sophia finished and you nodded.

You nodded. "Yeah. My power like... makes me want to form relationships with people. I guess I got yours from us... y'know. Then I got the fabric one from-" You paused. "from dating another girl that works at the Dollhouse." That got a look of surprise from Sophia.

"Wait, what? Dating?" She sounded a little upset by that, her brow furrowing.

"Yeah... My power- and I guess I- like having... people? Like around me. Forming connections with people that are romantic or sexual. Like... Polyamory?"

Sophia nodded, "Okay. So you want to date multiple people?"

You nodded. "Yeah?" There was no point in blaming your power for it. You could've stopped at some point but instead, you just kept collecting more people. You knew that you could blame your power. It forced everyone to like you. You couldn't help it, right? But you could also choose to embrace it... "I guess. Getting close to people with powers or people close to them just... it gives me new powers? Tiny ones. All I can do is something like this." You had your arm turn phantom up to the elbow and stood, the blanket falling limp as you stopped touching it.

"Okay. So..." Sophia seemed to think for a moment. You gave her time. "So, you get more superpowers by getting close to capes or whatever." Then she seemed to think about it for a few more moments. "Who... Who are you close to right now? Those are the only two? Could you get more."

You nodded. "Yeah. Well, I only have those two right now. I'm close to a few people but other than you and Sabah, I'm pretty close to Crystal? I haven't formed a strong enough bond with her yet, I think." But you were pretty sure that you were close. "But I could probably get more, yeah."

Sophia nodded, "Laserdream? Gotcha." She seemed to think for a bit before she suddenly spoke softer. Her voice sounding strangely timid for the tough girl, "Did you just do it for the powers? Did you and I only happen because..."

You shook your head. "I didn't even realize when we... I didn't know until after we, y'know, and after the fact I could do that. I didn't have to have sex with Sabah to get Parian's but..." You bit your lip. "Yeah."

She nodded. "Are you going to join the Wards?"

You gawked at her. If you joined the Wards then they'd probably bird cage you for mastering all the local heroes! ... Except Sophia didn't know about your master power. You'd only told her about the other ones. You could, probably, do something similar when it came to joining the Wards if you wanted to.

"I haven't really thought about it," You said. It was mostly true. You hadn't thought about it in a few weeks.

Sophia shrugged, "I can't blame you. I don't like it. There's so many rules and regulations." The black girl rolled her eyes and then shook her head. "But... if you did, they have bunks." She said, going to move forward and press you back into the bed. "And locker rooms." Sophia said before you grinned at her, the blanket pressing from behind you to roll you on top of her. That took her by surprise as her eyes went wide and you moved down. "We could go on patrols together... find some private places while we do..." Sophia whispered as you moved down to plant little kisses along her neck.

You grinned into her neck as you shut your eyes, "Do... Are you trying to convince me to be a Ward so that we can hook up more?"

Sophia grinned before you felt finger tips sliding beneath your shirt and around your back. "Maybe," She said with a grin. You nuzzled into her neck. "Or... just suggesting patrol dates?"

"I'll think about it and- and, wait- Dates?" You asked, sitting up and straddling the girl as she stared up at you.

Sophia's cheeks grew even darker as her eyes moved to look away, "Maybe. If you'd want to."

You grinned, moving down to kiss her cheek. "Are you okay with me dating you and other girls?"

Sophia seemed to consider for a while before shrugging, "I'm not gonna be super happy about it but... hey, you picked me so you must have good taste. Plus, maybe I could snag some from you while still proving that I'm the baddest bitch you have."

You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss the girl beneath you, pressing your pale lips against her dark ones.

It was a very nice afternoon.

Eventually, though, Sophia had to leave to go be a Ward. Though not before she pointed out several times that if you were a Ward, you could come with her and then giving some very detailed descriptions of what you could do together.

Once she was gone, though, you laid back on your bed and stared at the ceiling before hearing the buzz of your phone. It was from... Amy?

Amy: Hi. I got you a gift if you want to come over.

You certainly did. You grinned as you typed up your reply.

You: Absolutely! Can you send me your address and I'll head that way?

Amy did as you asked and soon enough you were out the door and on your way down the street to the Dallon household. They lived in the same neighborhood as Crystal and the Pelhams but on a different street so the route was fairly familiar to you. You even had a shortcut or two that you knew about.

Soon enough, you were in front of the Dallon house. It was almost identical to the Pelham one except for the cars out front. You were pretty sure it had something to do with a Homeowners Association or something. Who knows. Regardless, you walked up to it and rang the doorbell.

There was that moment where you pressed it and didn't know if anyone was going to come and it stretched to one where you felt like nobody heard you but you also felt like it was too soon for you to open it. You almost reached for the doorbell again when suddenly it opened to show a frizzy haired brunette dressed in the pajamas that you gave her. Amy looked at you, she wasn't smiling but you did see a little spark of joy in her eyes. "You can come in, you know?"

You grinned at her and hopped on in. The house felt... oddly quiet. "Where is everyone?"

"Dad is out patrolling. Carol is at the office and Vicky's on a date." Amy said, her voice getting more... you couldn't tell if it was distraught or just something akin to it as the two of you walked along. The house looked different from Crystal's on the inside. Where Crystal's parents' house was cozy and very lived in, this one felt more like it was designed for a interior design photoshoot than actually being lived in. It felt like the type of place you'd see on a house magazine's cover and know that nobody actually lived there. The two of you walked on in and then Amy led you to the couch, you sat down, still shooting the freckled girl a grin as she brushed her curly, frizzy locks behind an ear and said, "Don't get any ideas."

You quirked an eyebrow at that but just shrugged, "I'm just happy to see you."

That earned a blush and a glance away, even if it didn't get a smile. "Well..." Amy said before breathing in as if to hype herself up, "I'm glad to see you too."

That made your grin double in size as you leaned forward towards her. She glanced away, her fingers looping in her frizzy hair before she took a breath, "So... your present."

"Yeah?" You asked, tilting your head to one side.

"I thought about flowers or fixing your eyes but... that'd seem suspicious." Amy bit her lip, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth and giving you a glance of the girl's perfect teeth. She must've had braces at some point. She shook her head and then sighed, "So, I decided I'd... um... test something on you, if that's alright?"

You blinked before opening your mouth. You closed it and then gave a nod, "Yeah, sure."

"A-Are you sure?" Amy asked, almost like she was trying to talk you out of it. You nodded again and she bit her lip again, harder, before glancing at you. "This'll be your only chance to back out."

You rolled your eye before moving to take both of her hands between yours, "I promise, Amy. I trust you." You said with a smile and saw the dust of pink that had been across her cheeks darken a dozenfold.

There was the faintest flicker of a grin on her face before she nodded her head, "Okay. Okay, if you're sure. Just, um..." She adjusted in your hands, going to hold your hands in hers. "Close your eyes... I'm gonna need some physical contact to use my powers, so-"

You cut her off, moving. If she needed physical touch, that would be easy to do. You shifted so that she was wrapped in your arms, your hands lifting her shirt up a little so that her belly and sides were pressed against your hands and forearms. You moved, resting your head on her chin. "Like this?"

Amy's blush was creeping further, coloring her entire cheeks and reaching its way down to her chin in blotchy red splotches. She was quiet, her lips pursed shut as she gave a squeaky nod. She shut her eyes and- after feeling your eyes tingle- you shut yours.

It tingled. Like someone was rubbing your eyelids but from inside of your eyes. You nuzzled in tighter, holding Amy in a snug hug. She wasn't like the busty forms of Victoria or Crystal nor the slender forms of Sabah and Missy. She had a little bit of meat to her, not enough to even qualify as chubby but enough to put her on the heavier side of skinny. Enough that hugging her reminded you of hugging your mom or a teddy bear.

It was comfy.

After what was probably somewhere around an hour, she shifted in the hug. She didn't pull out of it, though. "There. Try opening your eyes?"

You did and absolutely nothing had changed. Your dark rimmed glasses were still pressed against her neck. Amy shifted in your grip. Not leaving it but slackening your hold on her as she lifted up and took off your glasses. The whole world blurred before... before it sharpened.

You could see normally, just as if you'd had your glasses.

You looked at Amy, "I thought you weren't going to fix my eyes?"

She shook her head, "I... I didn't. I improved them."

You gave her a look of obvious confusion and cluelessness. She stood up and you stretched out your aura to keep her in it as she grabbed a notebook and walked away. To the edge of your view a good forty feet away. She wrote something and you looked at it... your vision seemed to narrow on the words.

"Adaptive vision?" You asked, clearly confused before she ripped the page out, closed the book, and crumpled the page in her hand as she walked back over to the couch. She moved to sit on the arm and nodded.

"Yeah, so, like... if you put your glasses on they'll go back to how they used to be. If you take them off, they'll go to normal but... if you look at something far away they'll zoom in to it or if you look at it close it'll be... kind of like a magnifying glass? You'll get more details."

You sat back, looking thoroughly confused, "I thought you were a healer?"

Amy moved to sit back next to you and you moved to shift and adjust, laying your head in her lap and causing her to flush. Her thighs were nice, plump, and comfy when it came to being pillows. "Healers don't really exist. There's some powers that can be used to heal, like mine or Othala's regeneration she can give. But there's no powers that just heal. I have... biokinesis is the technical term. I can-"

"Control biology?"

She nodded, "Manipulate it, yeah. I have to be touching it and I can't create matter out of nothing but... as long as there's biomass and stuff, I can fiddle with it."

You sat back, your mind trying to comprehend what she was saying. Amy had the power to turn cats into dogs or make your boobs bigger- well, you didn't have the mass for that. But still, it was a powerful power. You looked at her, "Awesome," you said, with a bit of awe in your voice. That seemed to make Amy blush a little.

"I'm just going to use it to heal."

You weren't going to argue that yet. Maybe in the future when you pointed out she could give you swords for arms or a penis to help you fight crime... well, the latter had nothing to do with fighting crime. It'd just surprise and freak out Sophia. You shook your head. "That's fine. As long as that makes you happy."

Amy didn't respond to that. She didn't say anything for a long while she just... sat there, staring down at you in her lap before she finally broke the silence after what felt like an eternity, "Circus?"

"I don't know if there's one in town but-"

She shook her head, "No, are you Circus."

You remembered reading about a local villain with that name. You shook your head, "No?" Amy moved to brush a finger through your hair. "I'm not Circus. Why would I be?"

"I know you're a cape," She said and you felt your heart stop. You felt it skip a beat in terror and you opened your mouth to protest. But if she could give you cool binocular eye stuff, she probably could feel your heart speeding up. Beating faster with every moment. "I just don't know which one. I know you aren't Vista, Shadow Stalker, or from New Wave. That leaves villains. If you're not Circus then you have to be a member of the Empire but how are you in the Empire if you're-."

Gay?

You shook your head, "I'm not. I'm... I'm not part of the empire or...any team. I'm just... I mean, I have powers but I'm not a member of the Empire or a villain or anything."

You felt Amy relax from a tension you hadn't even felt her gain. "Have... Who are you, then?"

"I haven't debuted but... I want to be a hero." You were pretty sure, at least.

Amy nodded and then she looked away. "If you ever go out and get hurt..."

You sat up, shifting to face her once you did and then moved to wrap your arms around the brunette. "Then I know who to call." You replied, hugging her head against your small chest and planting a kiss on the top of her head. You felt her cheek grow hotter where one hand held it and then you hopped up, sliding your glasses back on.

"Thanks, Amy." You said simply, taking a card out of Mary's playbook and poking her nose.

That small hint of a smile stayed as she nodded her head and you continued to drown her in your power, "Yeah, sure." She squeaked before you hopped on out.

As you went on your walk back to your school, the night sky showing that your vision improvement and hugs lasted longer than expected, you occasionally took off your glasses and put them back on to test the improvement. Your eyes also seemed to adjust rapidly to the dark. Not that you could see supernaturally well, but that you could see the grayscale world of a person who'd been wandering the woods for an hour after a mere second.

As you made you got back into your dorm, you did send a text to Amy reading:

You: We should hang out again sometime.

You: Without the other stuff. Maybe a movie or lunch or something?

Amy: I mean sure if you're sure you want to?

You grinned at your phone before tossing your glasses onto your night stand and grinning from ear to ear.

Sophia's Loyalty and Trust have decreased by 0.5

Sophia's Lust has increased by 0.5

Sophia has gained the trait: Accepting of Polyamory (38) - Sophia has been told about Taylor's desire for a polyamorous relationship and has given it her approval. She expressed a desire to become Taylor's favorite.

Taylor's Stress has decreased by 0.5

All of Amy's stats have increased by 0.5

Taylor has gained the trait: Adaptive Vision (Panacea) - Amy upgraded Taylor's eyes as a Valentine's day gift. Taylor no longer requires glasses (but can still wear them) and her eyes allow her to see at incredible distances, almost like binoculars! Taylor's eyes also adjust rapidly to the dark or bright lights, though she doesn't have proper night vision.

Taylor's Happiness has increased by 0.5

Sunday:

[Sunday] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (85%), Crystal (80%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Sunday] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%) or Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[Sunday] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Mary (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Sunday] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah or Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Sunday] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 30??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers.

[Sunday] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Sunday] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Sunday] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Sunday] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Sunday] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Sunday, February 19th, 2011

After your typical morning routine, you decided to see another one of your... suitors? Friends? You weren't sure what to call people other than Sabah or maybe Sophia, depending on what kind of date she had intended for the two of you to have. Maybe you didn't need multiple terms. Maybe it was inevitable...

You shook your head as you changed into an outfit more appropriate for the outing that you had in mind. A baby blue, cropped hoodie and your now oft-used pair of black skinny jeans. You threw them on with a fairly plain white bra and headed out the door to see someone you hadn't paid a visit to in a while.

Squealer or, as you now know her, Sherrel Bailey. It was a weirdly old and mundane name for a girl who was a hedonistic, drug-addicted, oil junkie but you had already made up your mind. Hopefully, going there in the day would mean that the odds of someone running into you while on a bad trip would be reduced.

And once you got there, you learned that your assumption was true. What had been a massive party last time you had gone by was now a ghost town, the glass bottles on the floor, stomped out cigarettes, and other more criminal drug paraphernalia that had been lost or abandoned were on the only signs of the last Merchant eager that occurred. Judging by how fresh some of the flipped over ash trays or smashed hookahs were, that had probably only been last night.

You carefully approached the abandoned lighthouse-turned-Merchant base and knocked on the door. It wasn't like one of the lighthouses from movies or pictures but some squat, stumpy thing. Nobody answered. You moved, checking the handle and finding that it was unlocked. A hesitant twist and the door drifted open, revealing some passed out people in various states of undress in the room's ramshackle furniture. It turns out that the type of people to attend gang sponsored, drug-filled orgies aren't the type of people that were nice to oggle. You picked your way past them and to the freight elevator that Squealer had taken last time, pressing the down button and feeling the massive, retro-fitted elevator drift down.

Your power billowed down the gaps and you felt the bottom nearing. It stopped and you stepped out only to sidestep a glass bottle that was hurled at you.

"I said to leave me the fuck a-.." The shrill woman's voice screamed at you, her speech slightly slurred as she wobbled, an elbow pressed on the table to keep herself steady. "Taylor? What're you..." She reeked of alcohol and scents that you didn't recognize. You moved forward and felt a hand brush your face. Sherrel wasn't wearing her mask and you could see where she'd rubbed her face with oil and it'd stained. She squinted at you, smudging your face with oil-slicked hands before she questioned, "You'real?"

You nodded, glancing around and seeing various half-built or half-disassembled vehicles. Some shoddy welding on some gave them away as works in progress. "Are you okay?"

"I'mma mess," Squealer replied and you had to adjust as she shifted and fell towards you. "We're all fuckin' messes 'cept you." She mumbled something incomprehensible save for the last bit, "n't be her. Too good."

You nodded as she fell onto you and you bit your lip, going to guide her onto a beanbag in one section of the room that had unidentifiable stains on it. Yuck. You set her down, repeating a little, "Come on, come on, it's okay."

"You shounn't be here. You're too pretty and sweet...'m just gonna ruin you." Sherrel said before fumbling for something. She handed it to you, "D'n't do what they give you, just this." You took the cigarette she handed you and looked at it. It looked... homemade? You lifted it to your nose and sniffed.

It was weed. Definitely a joint. You sat it back down. "I'm fine, thanks."

Squealer looked up at you, her brow knit in confusion and stupor as she moved to rub an oily hand on your lips and nose, "Ta'lur, when'd you get here?" She asked and you shook your head. You had absolutely no clue what she'd taken other than the alcohol but her pupils were so dark and her words were so muddied that it had to be more than just that. "Shouldn't be here."

"I want to," You replied and watched as Squealer went limp into the stained beanbag, her eyes staring both at and through you as she mouthed a long, drawn out 'why' without making a sound. "Because I missed you," you answered the silent- though attempted- question.

"Sh'dn't. I'm justa fuckin' stupid." Sherrel mumbled and you moved to squat down next to her, going to brush her blonde hair out of her face. Why were so many girls in this town blonde? New Wave, Vista, Sherrel, and Eva and those were just the ones you were close to. You knew there were more like Tammi or those two Giantess Empire capes.

You patted her cheek and replied softly, "I don't think so."

Squealer winced, smushing her oily hand hard against your lips, "Fuckin' headache dun yell." She said before letting her arm fall limp as she just sort of wiggled it. Shaking it but not lifting it up. She looked at it and gave a long, pitchy whine before looking back at you. "It's true," She muttered. "Just useless 'nd couldn't do anything 'til Iga here. 'nd I didn't even wan' be. Now I gotta f'nd Skids 'r 'll be fuckin' more trash 'nd nobody'll love me 'gain."

You frowned at her and moved to keep brushing her hair away. There was a lot to unpack there, up to and including the 'nobody will love me again' but you doubted you'd get any important or useful information from the woman in her current state. "You don't want to be a merchant?"

Squealer shrugged, "Need'a be. Orrr I'm gon die but we all die 'nd that's okay."

You opened your mouth then closed it. You weren't sure what to say to that. You settled for pressing a kiss to Squealer's shoulder and then sitting nearby, holding her hand and watching to make sure she didn't have any sort of violent overdose reaction. You weren't sure what you'd do if she did, considering that calling the police to a merchant hideout would probably end badly and you didn't want them wondering why you were here but... You were sure you could make up some lie that would work with your power to get them to let you off easy.

It would turn out that those concerns were unwarranted. You brushed your fingers through Squealer's hair that had probably gone unwashed for days if not weeks and held her hand and eventually she dozed off. You weren't sure if that was safe but you also had absolutely no clue what you were doing anyways and it would probably be the best you were going to get. You were moving to get up when you felt a hand grab yours and a muttered, "'Re so pretty and nice."

You glanced back and apparently whatever stirring your movement caused were done as Sherrel let out a loud snore that sounded a lot deeper than her normal, forced to be shrill, voice.

You made your way up the freight elevator and only once you were out of the building and your power could no longer snake inside of it did you finally stop stretching it over to swallow Squealer in it. You hoped that she was okay but you had no clue when she was going to wake up and you didn't want to risk someone with a more violent high finding you on your way out. Maybe you'd come in your costume next time?

Or you'd ask her to come to you.

You chewed your lip, trying to think of some kind of solution to help Squealer when you decided that now wasn't the time. You hopped on the bus and started the winding path of bus routes back to Immaculata when a certain someone flew over head and caught your eye. You watched her soaring past and looking at her managed to push the concerns about Sherrel to the back of your mind.

It was just another thing.

So, you hopped off at the next stop and instead of finishing the ride to Immaculata, you decided to march down the street towards Crystal's house. Or her parents house. They were literally the same thing.

You knocked on the door and a few moments later a boy opened it. He had a blue hair. It wasn't a wig or a metaphor, his hair was literally blue. Like the color of police lights. He looked you up and down and gave you a confused look before turning to look back up the door.

"Crys, do you have a group project with some cutie?" He shouted and you heard a familiar voice yell back.

"No, why?" Before she must've seen you because she shouted, "Wait, yes, I totally do!" And you saw her plummet down from the balcony only to stop in a hover a foot or so above the ground before she flew over to you. "Taylor!"

She was grinning and you fought to keep from smiling too. The blue haired boy was younger than either than you and had hair that was probably meant to be styled but instead just looked oddly cut as he glanced between you too. Crystal looked at him before cramming a hand against his forehead and saying, "Buzz off."

"Buzz off? Seriously?" He asked before looking between the two of you. "I'm in the foyer. I can be in the-" Crystal just groaned before you felt a flat pressure on your back, a forcefield making you stumble forward so that Crystal could scoop you up and fly up to the 2nd floor.

Once you two were up there, she spun around to shove her finger out at her brother who closed an eye and you saw a tinge of blue energy on his fingertip. Crystal pointed her hand back at him and you saw a red glow from her palm. The two eyed each other before you decided to intervene.

"Umm... Crystal?" You asked, really hoping that these two siblings weren't about to have a power-fueled fight in the midst of their own home. Crystal looked over at you before puffing up her cheeks, grabbing you by the wrist, and trudging down the hall. Now that you didn't have to worry about some duel between Crystal and her brother, you got a good look at her.

Her hair was soaked and she was dressed in a t-shirt that had a stretched neckline, enough that she had to adjust it to keep it from either hanging off one shoulder or showing off some part of her chest. Her chest that, you noted through your gaseous power creeping down her neckline, didn't have a bra on. You tried to keep your mind from lingering on that. She didn't have on pants, or if she did they were athletic Nike shorts that were hidden by the massively stretched shirt.

"I didn't expect to see you," She admitted, turning to look at you. Her face was paler than normal, no real blemishes like pimples but you could see little things like how she had to keep brushing back her hair to keep her bangs from covering an eye or how there was less color to her face. You knew why, obviously, she'd just told you. She hadn't expected you to come over and wasn't wearing makeup or dolled up in any way to meet you.

"Sorry," You replied, giving a small, embarrassed smile before moving to grasp the girl's hand. Even without makeup, Crystal still had her near-perfect genes to rely on. Plus, judging by the lack of pimples or acne scars or any other real blemishes on her face, you assumed that she had some kind of touch up from Panacea at some point, now that you knew more about the New Wave Healer's ability.

Crystal smiled, glancing down as she tugged you along into her bedroom. It was mostly white with red decorations. She'd told you before that her color scheme was white and red because red was her favorite color. You knew that each member of New Wave had a signature color, save for Panacea. Or maybe Amy and Crystal just shared the color red? "Don't be. I'm glad to see you."

That made your embarrassment swell. You looked down, going to kick off your shoes as Crystal let go of your hand and flew over her bed. She hovered a couple of feet above it before she just... stopped flying. She plummeted a good few feet and bounced up and down, you tried and failed to keep yourself from looking at the parts of her that jiggled as she did so- before she wound up sinking into the bed. You rolled your eyes and that seemed to make her grin. Or maybe that was the dusting of red on your cheeks. You moved to sit on the bed near her and Crystal stared up at you, staring.

"Hey... Crystal?" You asked and the girl rose an eyebrow. You had something that you should probably tell her... Well, you should probably tell her that you have powers but... but that would be too big of a bombshell to drop suddenly. NOt right now. You didn't want to bring your powers into the mix yet... but you did want to tell her something. Something she should know before it came up and bit you in the ass.

She shifted, propping her head up on her elbow, "Yeah?"

You took a breath, trying to think about how to say it... "How do you feel about, like... Polygamy? Or, like, dating someone who's... y'know, in other relationships?" You paused at how that sounded, "A-And the other people know! Y'know? Like..."

"Like a harem? Or Polygamy- y'know? The thing you just said to describe that?" Crystal asked and you gave her a look that made her smile smugly at her minor victory. She shifted, not using her arms but smiling and twisting in the air to sit against the wall and then lower herself down, her legs draped over your lap. "I don't know. My parents- like... about the thing with my Dad? Well I see how he looks at my mom still and, well, I don't know if they made up or if she knew or what but... but I think they still care about each other, at least. So... So..." Crystal shook her head and wiggled her toes before nodding, "I think I could be okay with that... why?"

There was an implication in her tone, her face giving you a look of feigned suspicion. You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks growing brighter and brighter, "I-I was, y'know, I was just wondering. Curious, y-y'know, making conversation and, um, stuff."

"Riiight, mhm." Crystal said as she looked at you. Then she sat up, leaning forward with her legs still in your lap.

You gave her a look. A little 'how could you be so evil' glance. "I- um- I might be in a relationship or two and y'know, m-maybe I, um... I might be interested in... maybe being in more? Maybe? With a cute blonde girl?"

Crystal looked at you, a smile dancing across her lips, "Are... Are you asking me out?" She asked, a few gigglings slipping out between her lips as a blush found its way across her cheeks.

"No," You squeaked, totally unprepared for that question. Your brain was frizzing and it had been a long time since the gay panic struck but all that built up gayness was suddenly exploding out. You were pretty sure that if you shot lasers right now, they would be rainbow colored. "B-But!" You shouted, realizing what you'd just said. "B-But I'm not saying that I wouldn't! But- um- in this moment, I am not! But in the future? Maybe? Probably? If you asked me out, I'd say yes but- b-b-but I'm-this is- ju- I'm just, y'know, making conver-"

Your blabbering was shut up by a cute, bubbly laughter. More and more laughs were sneaking their way out of Crystal's lips as her mouth opened. Her chest rose and fail in the series of cute little giggles that came out faster and faster with each passing moment. You, on the other hand, sank there, trying to shrink down and hide from whatever was going on. Your head seemed to get hotter with each passing second and each adorable laugh.

"So-S-S-So," Crystal said as her laughter finally died down and she looked at you with lights dancing in her eyes, "You're not asking me out," She rose a finger, "But if I asked you out, you'd say yes?"

You swallowed, your entire face the color of a tomato and your ears even darker. You gave a slow, terrified nod. "Prob-ye-I-" You tried and failed to make words.

Crystal gave a big, sad, absolutely fake frown as she sat back. "Well, that's sad. I'm not the type to ask someone out."

Your eyes went wide and then they narrowed on the victorious, winning smirk on Crystal's face. You frowned, your lips quivering as you looked at her. "S-So... B-But if... But if I asked you?"

Crystal shrugged, her lips spreading in a big, teasing grin. "Maaaaybe?"

You shrank and squeaked out, "Cool" before hopping up and getting your shoes on. Crystal floated up.

"So... got any questions?" You blushed before going to wrap your arms around her and press a kiss against her cheek before running out and screaming.

"I-I'll text you one later!" It was more of a loud squeak as you dashed out the door to the sound of Crystal dying of pure, gleeful laughter.

Taylor will continue practicing her powers as her weekly goal.

Sherrel's Love and Loyalty increased by 1.

Sherrel's Happiness decreased by 1.

All of Crystal's stats increased by 0.3

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 80% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Mary (90%)

--[Gift] Gift Suggestion

[School] Reach out to Tammi

- 83% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some leftover sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in

- ??% Chance

[School] Skip School

- 95% Chance

-- Will result in no School Action but will allow Taylor to also do the Night action that comes in 2nd.

-- Taking this option too often will result in negative consequences.

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Night] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%), Crystal (85%), Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[Night] Ask Sophia to teach you to fight

-- 75% Chance

-- The amount you learn will increase with the roll

-- Sophia isn't a very gentle teacher, she may leave marks.

[Night] Get Gift From...

-[Late] Mary (90%)

--[Gift] Character Gift Suggestion (may not be used)

-- Some people promised to give you gifts, but you'd have to meet up with them to get them.

-- This option will disappear on Tuesday, February 21st

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah, Crystal, Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 30??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers... but you don't know if he does.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Casper (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-[Teacher] Sophia (Requires at least half the votes for Practice With and Casper to be part of winning vote)

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Monday, February 20th, 2011

It was starting how easy it was to get into a routine. It was even more surprising how easy it was to be thrown off when that routine was interrupted. Your breakfast in the cafeteria felt weird. Even if you'd only been doing those little interactions with Eva for a week or so, the sudden stop to them was jarring and every morning was a constant reminder of what had happened. What was happening.

You did have one thing to look forward to, though, and she came bouncing in with a smile, drawing your eyes as her red hair flowed and she half walked, half skipped over. Mary Clover came over and slid into the seat next to you. She had a knowing grin and a look in her eye that told you she had something planned and you weren't sure you wanted to know what it was.

"Mary...?" You asked, a little nervous as she propped her cheek on her arm and looked at you. "What is it?"

"I went looking over the weekend and I'm pretty sure I found the perfect gift for you," She said with the confidence that only she could have. You gave her a look before blinking.

"Oh? What is it?"

She grinned bigger, her green eyes twinkling, "Meet me in your room during lunch?"

Well that was certainly suspicious. You gave her a hesitant, suspicious look before nodding. "Suuuure?"

She gave you a little pat on the head before she hopped up and ran off. Well, that certainly wasn't concerning at all. Your mind raced for the rest of breakfast and through your classes, wondering what it could possibly be that Mary had planned. Was it something big? She said she went looking and you had no clue what she could've found for a gift that screamed 'Taylor' but... but she seemed confident.

And that was worrisome.

Regardless of your concerns, eventually, lunch did roll around this time you did the job of collecting the food and made your way back to your dorm room where you saw Mary leaning against the wall, her shoulder against your doorframe and her eyes on her phone. You approached, leaning forward to get in front of her and say, "Boo."

Mary smiled at you, followed by a, "That's my joke."

You shook your head as you handed her a tray, "I think ghosts did it first."

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Mary asked, tilting her head.

You thought for a bit before shrugging and shaking your head. "I wish they were real but... I don't know. Maybe?"

"I do," Mary replied with a tone of certainty as you unlocked your bedroom door and the two of you went in. "Angels and demons exist, I think sometimes demons bring back ghosts to Earth to help torture or sway mortals."

You rose an eyebrow at the girl before the two of you went to sit down. "Cool, so... gift?" You asked as you popped a little fry into your mouth. You'd long since picked up on the fact that Mary was a vegetarian and made sure to get her a lunch tray that reflected that.

Mary gave you a squint, "Don't be greedy. I'll give it to you when we're done eating." Mary said, complete with an accusatory point of an apple slice.

The two of you had your meals, you stealing the occasional glance of Mary and finding her staring at you a few times when you did it. Then she looked smug at every blush that crept onto your face because she somehow knew when you'd look at her. Or she was staring at you a lot which was even more embarrassing. You tried not to think about it too much but a stupid, dorky grin wouldn't leave your face the whole time because you just couldn't not think about it.

Eventually though, the two of you finished eating and Mary took a deviously long time finishing up her salad, picking at it and grinning victoriously at you which earned a pout from you. She giggled at that. Finally, though, the time had arrived.

"So...?" You asked and Mary gave you a flat look.

"Greed is a sin, y'know."

"Yeah, yeah." You said, rolling your wrist. Mary puffed up her cheeks before falling against your shoulder.

"Well then, say please!"

You stared at her. Blankly. And then after a long few moments you breathed out and gave Mary a single "Please?" which made her cackle madly before nodding against your shoulder. She reached into a pocket with one hand, the other pressed to keep herself up.

"Close your eyes and stick out your hand." You did as she commanded and felt a pair of tiny, super small items fall into your hand. They were hard to the touch. You opened your eye as Mary shifted to rest her chin on your shoulder and you stared at the twin items in your palm.

Your breath hitched. Your eyes were locked onto the items as your jaw hung open in shock. The two items clinking together and you breathed, finally, out a single shaking lungful of air. You brushed a thumb over them in disbelief and then looked up at Mary, your eyes starting to feel hot.

"Shit, Sorry," She said before moving to grab them back. You clenched your hand tight, refusing to let go of the twin items. Mary slowly retracted her hands, confusion dancing across her features.

You opened your hand up again, staring at a pair of matching diamond earrings. Matching, familiar diamond earrings. Your mother had given them to you on the last birthday she'd been alive for. They were supposedly real diamonds. A few months after your mother's death, someone had broken into your house and stolen them along with your mother's jewelry. It had just been another thing at the time. Another bludgeon against yours and your father's life. Another problem. Nothing had come from it, your father couldn't even get the insurance to pay to repair the door and had tried to do it himself, resulting in the fucked up lock on the backdoor to this day. You hadn't worn jewelry since then.

"Wh-Where did you?" You asked, your voice sounding as numb as your mind felt.

"A pawn shop near the docks. Why?"

"They were my mom's," You muttered in disbelief. You wanted to put them in but the holes in your ears had long since closed. You clenched a hand tight and then moved to gingerly place them on your nightstand. Then, you moved, wrapping your arms around Mary in a tight hug and burying your face there to try and not give away the flurry of emotions on your face. The redhead smiled, rubbing your back.

"So, you liked them?"

You nodded as you hugged Mary as tight as you humanly could.

Once the bell rang, you hid the pair of earrings under your Laserdream plushy before going back to your classes. They rolled on forward and once they finally ended, you had a something you knew you needed to do.

You had to learn how to use your powers. All of them. You'd been practicing with your influence sensing during class and that had led to the occasional person in the hall giving you looks that weren't appropriate for Christian private school students. You made your way off of school grounds and then sent off a text.

You couldn't get help from Sabah on using the power you'd gotten from Parian. You couldn't get help from anyone with your Influence. But that left one person that could help for your single power that remained. A certain black girl that was always on your mind.

You shot a text to Sophia.

You: Hi, i have a question?

Sophia: ?

You: Could you teach me to use your power?

There was a pause of a few minutes before you got a response.

Sophia: You'll owe me.

You: Of course :)

Then Sophia sent you an address with a 'meet you there' and you were on your way. It was down at the Docks, in a section that was notoriously full of abandoned warehouses and long unused factories. Sophia got there before you, on account of Winslow being closer, and you saw her sitting up a set of metal stairs to a partially rusted metal door. She turned into a feminine, misty silhouette before walking through the door... and she didn't open it up behind herself.

Well then, this would be your first test.

You'd never walked through a door before. Not in the literal sense. You moved to the door and turned your arm as phantom as you could. You stuck it through and then kept pressing forward, sliding your power down your body and poking your head through. It was a lot like trying to weasel through a hole which, in a way, was exactly what you were doing. It took a minute or two of adjusting, pushing, and shimmying but eventually you made it through the opening. Sophia was standing there, arms crossed with a smirk across her lips.

"That was really shit, Hebert." You nodded in agreement.

"Yeah... Yeah it was." You looked at what Sophia was doing, a series of moved metal boxes to create a very minimalist obstacle course. "So... are we going to fight?"

Sophia rose an eyebrow, "No. I'll teach you that some other time if you want. You're scrawny, you've got no experience, you'd get your ass kicked in a heartbeat. Nah. I'm gonna teach you the tactic that'll work for you."

You gave her a nervous glance as she cracked her knuckles.

"And that is...?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to run away," Sophia said. "Your power can let you move through walls and it'll make you lighter... in your case, that'd probably depend on what you make ghosty. Plus, force doesn't carry through. So if you fall and land with you phantom foot, you shouldn't get hurt from falling... probably."

"Probably?" You asked, feeling nervous at her wording there.

Sophia shrugged, "I'm really light. I don't know how force and weight and stuff'll work in your case, since you can only go a little ghost. Now come on, let's get started."

Sophia ran you absolutely ragged. She had you practice focusing on using your power to reduce your weight. It wasn't horribly effective but without the weight of drunken water, lungs, or the rest of midsection, you were substantially lighter. You could climb up ledges with ease and it added a few feet to your jump height and distance. You could also move through walls though it took a bit of finaggling and shimmying like the door.

She made you do it over and over again. To the point where she pulled out piece of rebar and started charging at you, screaming a battle cry, and having you dash to a crate and hide there. It took a few tries but you could quickly shimmy into and out of things by the end. Or climb up stuff with little effort. It turns out that you could break your falls by turning your feet into ghost but it made such a marginal change in momentum that it was probably as effective as rolling through a fall, lest you slam your still corporeal knees into the concrete. It still helped to keep minor falls from jarring up your legs though.

By the end of the training, you were thoroughly winded. After a particular 'exercise' where Sophia would charge at you with a handheld taser that she had and you barely managed to shamble up a catwalk without getting tased, you finally dropped back to the ground level of the warehouse, panting with your hands on your knees as you tried your best to catch your breath.

"Damn, you need to start running or something," Sophia said as she walked up, hardly breaking a sweat. You looked at her, your hair clinging to your damp face as you straightened up and Sophia gave you a smile, a slight smirk on her face. "You alright?"

You nodded, trying to catch your breath before Sophia gave you a pitying smile.

Then she threw a hard punch into your stomach.

You stumbled back, falling and coughing as your attempted breaths were forced from your lungs. You coughed and gagged on the wind, pain feeling your stomach, chest, and your elbows from your hard fall that had managed to lance your funny bone. You rolled over, propping yourself up on your arms as you wheezed to try and catch your breath. You managed to hoarsely rasp out a few words, "What-... What th-... the fuck?" You asked, as Sophia squatted down next to you, rubbing your shoulders as your whole body ached from the sudden punch.

"My power works reflexively. If I'm gonna get shot or stabbed, it'll automatically send me into my phantom state. If I'm thinking about it, I can have it just make the part that's gonna be hit go immaterial now." The black girl explained as she rubbed your back and you rolled. "I wanted to see if the same happened with you. If you'd go ghost if someone tried to punch you or stab you..."

"C-Could... warn me?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Then you'd know. You'd be able to see it coming and it wouldn't work. Looks like that's a no, then. Maybe if we practice fighting, we can see if you can throw it up to avoid hits." Sophia noted as you wheezed and slowly but surely caught your breath. The girl patted and rubbed your back the entire time until you rolled to sit down and gasp for lungfuls of air.

Finally, eventually, you managed to get your breathing back in check, even if it was still mostly ragged. Sophia eyed you up, the sheen of sweat on your body and your hair clinging to your face. You felt a hand brush through her hair.

"This doesn't count, by the way." You gave her a look and she continued, "As a date, I mean. I'm all for a gym date or one where... where you get all sweaty. But this? Power training? Doesn't count."

You shook your head and moved, going to press your lips against her and breath another hot breath onto her chin. "Didn't... think it did," You panted as she licked the salty taste of your sweat off her lips and smiled. "You're more than... than just a power to me." Her hand slid along your shirt that was wet from sweat as her brown eyes looked over your ragged features.

She smirked. "Good. Here, I've got patrol soon and I don't want a sweaty, tired girl walking back on her own."

And so she did. Sophia walked you carefully through the docks, to the bus stop, and back to your dorm. You, on the other hand, didn't comment on how low her hand grazed as she rested it on your back during the walks or how high it shifted up your thigh on the bus rides. It felt like an even exchange, letting her get a little handsy- though not groping- in exchange for walking you home and helping you train.

All of Mary's stats increased by 0.25

Taylor's Happiness increased by 0.25

Sophia's Love and Loyalty increased by 0.3

Work:

[Work] Go to work!

[Work] Skip work, highest night action will be taken instead.

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 65% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Reach out to Tammi

- 83% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some leftover sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in

- ??% Chance

[School] Skip School

- 95% Chance

-- Will result in no School Action but will allow Taylor to also do the Night action that comes in 2nd.

-- Taking this option too often will result in negative consequences.

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Night] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%), Crystal (85%), Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[Night] Ask Sophia to teach you to fight

-- 75% Chance

-- The amount you learn will increase with the roll

-- Sophia isn't a very gentle teacher, she may leave marks.

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah, Crystal, Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 32??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers... but you don't know if he does.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Spoiler: Results

Tuesday, February 21st, 2011

It was time for the routine once more. Wake up. Shower, dress, blah blah blah. The fact that you couldn't have a quick breakfast with Eva once again threw you off but something that also messed with you was the fact that you got a text from Mary saying that she wouldn't be at school today. You messaged her and asked if she was feeling okay- and she was- but she had something going on with her job. It was a little disappointing but it gave you something to think about during your early classes, other than casually feeling for people through your power.

What did you want to do during lunch?

Your lunch periods weren't typically open and the last time that it had been, you'd spent the time researching powers and learning. You didn't think you could get too much done by doing that again and while you could practice your powers, you'd be trapped in the confines of your bedroom when doing so or you would have to go off-campus and get back in time for your classes that were after lunch. So, as the early morning rolled forward you sat half-listening and half-debating what to do with your free lunchtime. You had absolutely no clue how you were going to spend it.

That is until it came around.

You were walking along the halls on your way to the lunchroom, letting you power billow out from you. You felt around, trying to sense what people were saying through your aura as you let it leak out further and further. It was a tide, swallowing people. You were pretty sure that if enough doors were opened or cracked, you could swallow the school in your power. Or at least fill a school building. You felt it wash through things as you shut your eyes and focused on it, feeling through it.

Feeling Eva, alone in a bathroom, her lips moving. You felt her breath in your power as she inhaled, felt it ripple at her breaths when she exhaled out. You- You felt someone else with her. What you'd mistaken as a girl using the bathroom. But as you felt Eva's lips move within your power like seeing a shadow puppet motioning, you felt the other girl's stop. When Eva's stopped, the other girl spoke.

They were talking to each other. Alone.

You felt, shutting your eyes as you opened your locker and closing your eyes to give your full attention to the sense of your power. Aubrey-Audrey-Annabeth-Whatever her name was. You felt her with her clique. Back in the bathroom, you could still feel Eva speaking to whoever it was in there with her, the other girl's mouth was moving in odd repetitions at times. You wished you could hear the words instead of just feeling their lips move. You wished you knew who Eva was talking to...

But you could, couldn't you? Their conversation ended soon. As Eva finished applying her makeup and then left the bathroom. The other girl- smaller than Eva in practically every proportion- left not long after, unaware that she was wading through the smog of your power that you spread through the school.

You reeled it back in. Suck in your power against your skin save for a tether. A strand that connected you to the girl that Eva had spoken to. You couldn't reel her over to you but you could follow her. Not walking quickly but walking with a destination in mind. Tailoring your course to avoid seeing Eva. This girl wasn't part of that clique that your forbidden fruit was in. She was... she was something else.

An unrelated friend.

You followed your strand and felt the bubble around you grow harder to contain the more of the gas you wound around yourself. Eventually, though, you reached your destination. It was a familiar one.

Tammi.

She was sitting alone, at the end of a hallway beneath a massive window that let light shine down it. Her back was against the wall, beneath the window seal. She cast a long shadow that you walked into, your power shifting to envelope the two of you. Was it weird that doing that- creating snares around people with your power to concentrate the gas of your power on them- that was becoming second nature. That forcing more of your power than normal into people's skin and down their throats was becoming instinctual rather than conscious?

You shoved that part of you to the back of your mind. No reason to dwell on your power now.

The girl looked up at you. Your equivalent, in a way, here at Immaculata. A social pariah with no friends. Unlike you, she wasn't mercilessly bullied. She seemed mostly ignored instead. Like a ghost that people interacted with only to move out of her way or when assigned to group work with her. You'd seen the latter half on your own, the two of you had science together. For her, it was a normal class for her year. For you, it was a remedial one. Not because you weren't smart, mind you, but because the Trio had ruined your grades so badly back at Winslow that you were in remedial classes for history and science. You were doubled up on those subjects but- thankfully- science and history tended to be isolated. You didn't need to pass Chemistry to do well in Physics. Well, you did to some degree, but not enough at the current level that you were struggling too badly.

The girl was shorter than you- like most girls at the school- but it was hard to guess how much because of her height. She was blonde, with long hair that hung just above the floor where she sat. She glared up at you threw her bangs, her brown eyes fixed on you. She was glaring at you, clearly annoyed or unhappy by you being there. She was athletic, in a way that Sophia was but far less through puberty and thus more wiry because of it. You met her eyes and she just sneered more before rolling her eyes and mumbling something. You could pick out the words "D'you want?"

You shrugged as you tightened your powers grasp on her. "Just to say hi."

The girl scoffed, breathing a single breath out of her nose before shaking her head and glaring off to one side, "Why?"

After moving forward, you sat down at on the girl's side. "I don't know. I guess I used to be like you, back at Winslow."

She kept staring at you, waiting for more. When she saw that she wouldn't get any, she gave a mean smirk and just shook her head. "F-Fuck off."

You reached a hand out towards hers and she snatched it away, scowling at you. "I know what it's like to be alone."

"No you fu-f-ka-k-don't." She stuttered. "I'm not alone, I d-d-deci-I chose to buh-b-be alone." You blinked realizing that the stutter wasn't embarrassment or anxiety like you'd thought but instead, it was just some kind of tic. The girl just... had a stutter. She kept glaring at you as you looked at her, your brow knit in confusion before you realizing and she went to shove herself up and walk off.

Well that wouldn't work.

You pressed your power in further as you grabbed her wrist.

"Buzz off!" She shouted as she tried to pull her hand away from you and you just pulled back. She glared and you smiled at her, a little sadly.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't like you. Maybe her loneliness was something that she had chose rather than it being forced upon her. Regardless, you knew what it was like to spend day end and day out alone. You knew that it wasn't good nor healthy for her. Her glare softened a little before she forced it back up again.

Why did she choose to be alone?

"If you want a friend, I'm here," You said with a soft voice that earned another sneer before she rolled her eyes.

You saw her swallow and take a deep breath of your power to steel herself before she gave a single, sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, f-fat chance." She said before you let go of her, she rubbed her wrist and glared at you before looking away. You heard her voice go quiet before she whispered out a single, "Why du-d-do you cuh-care?"

You frowned at her, "Because… I don't know. I don't want you to be lonely?"

"I-I chose to be al-al-all alone. I don't need y-you."

She got a sympathy nod for that. You had a time like that where other bottom of the barrel kids at Winslow had reached out to you and you swatted them away. You hadnt chosen it, not like Tammi had, but it became part of you and everyone else was a potential heartbreak waiting to happen. "I know. But if you want me-" She glared at you. There was frustration there but not hate. "If you want a friend…"

"I don't need any fuh-freaking friends!"

"Okay." You asked as you sat back down. "But I need some. And I want to get to know you… are you rich or catholic?" That was an inclusive or because those seemed to be the types of people who went here. Tammi rolled her eyes.

"Neither."

"Neither am I," You replied and she just gave you a look. It was a kind of squint of suspicion and then a shake of her head, completely uninterested. You looked at her and she just rolled her eyes. You scooted a bit closer, "You need a friend, like I said, I get it."

"You duh-d-don't get it," She replied, going to stand up and look over at her. Her eyes lingered though and you didn't feel anywhere near as much annoyance or disdain. You opened your mouth to say something else.

Then she stormed off.

Well, that was certainly an interaction. Thinking back on it, she felt more... defensive than aggressive. Like a dog that was rabid because of a bad owner.

You considered it during your classes after lunch. You thought about how you could wiggle your way closer to Tammi but- more on your mind- was what her relation to Eva was. Were they friends? Eva had never interacted with Tammi nor mentioned her since you had come here but... but you also hadn't been using your power to track her that much.

Would it be weird to do that? To essentially stalk or big brother her with your power all day at school?

It felt like it would be weird.

Once school ended, you made your way to work. It was a Tuesday and Tuesdays were workdays. You'd almost forgotten that you had work today but luckily Sabah messaged you saying that she'd be in to see you during your shift. So, you went to work both because you had to and, well, because...

Because Sabah.

Sabah was already there when you showed up. She was checking someone out- as in the cashier kind of checking out- and glanced over to you as she bagged it up. You grinned and saw her cheeks dust into pink then her lips started to mirror your own. You took a breath.

You'd already decided on what to talk about today.

So you went ahead and made your way over to the counter. The checkout line split in half after you waved to show that the second, rarely used register was open and soon enough you and Sabah, through your powers combined, finished checking out all the customers.

There was a group or two still shopping but it was obvious that they were window shopping instead of regular shopping. So, you relaxed back into a seat and turned to smile at Sabah. She was already looking at you, her chin propped on her elbow and a dorky grin on her face. That grin seemed to grow a little at your smile.

"So..." You started and she echoed you.

"So?"

You hadn't put a lot of thought into what you would say today but you'd done it in past days. When you were thinking about how to tell Sophia or Crystal, you'd always thought about how you'd tell Sabah too. In the end, though, after doing it twice, you already knew what you had to say. You already knew that regardless of how you phrased it, the words had to come out.

"I, um, I glad we got to talk today. I have something I need to tell you." Sabah's smile twitched, her face going a little paler at your ominous phrase. "It's nothing bad! Well, um... I don't think it's bad?" That seemed to make Sabah relax a little but only a little.

"Okay... well what is it?"

You smiled at her, opening your mouth as you tried to debate how to phrase it. Then you closed your mouth, took a breath, and decided to just throw it out. "I'm... I'm polyamorous? I think that's the right term. Basically, I-"

"I know what that means, Tay," The girl stated with a look at you. It was hard to read. You looked in her eyes and nodded your head once.

"O-Okay, well, I just. Um... well, I wanted to tell you." You hadn't told her about your power, so you couldn't use that as an excuse or some kind of explanation. "Because I might be interested in having another relationship. Or I might get interested in having one again and you're really important to me and I don't want to lose you and-"

Sabah shut you up with a kiss before you could properly start rambling.

Your eyes were stuck open as she pulled away. "It's okay. It's fine, I'm just glad you told me." You nodded, glancing at the people browsing the store. They weren't paying attention or if they had been, they'd found something to distract themselves when they caught the two cashiers kissing. "Just... Just let me meet the other girls? O-Or boys. Um... Yeah. Okay?"

You swallowed, nodding your head, "Y-Yeah, for sure."

Sabah grinned and gave you another peck on the lips.

That went... that went really well!

Now all you had to do was introduce Sabah to Crystal and Sophia to get her approval of...

Maybe immediately showing Sabah two of your other love interests wasn't a great idea? But you weren't sure if you could just hold off on going further with those two. You liked them both.

Gosh. Problems.

Tammi's Character Sheet has been unlocked!

Sabah's stats are unchanged.

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 65% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Pester Tammi

- 80% Chance

-- She seems like she'd need a friend

-- And you do have some leftover sweets!

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in

- ??% Chance

[School] Skip School

- 95% Chance

-- Will result in no School Action but will allow Taylor to also do the Night action that comes in 2nd.

-- Taking this option too often will result in negative consequences.

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (95%), Sabah (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Night] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%), Crystal (85%), Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[Night] Introduce Sabah to...

-[Intro] Sophia (70%) or Crystal (90%)

[Night] Ask Sophia to teach you to fight

-- 75% Chance

-- The amount you learn will increase with the roll

-- Sophia isn't a very gentle teacher, she may leave marks.

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah, Crystal, Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 32??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers... but you don't know if he does.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Spoiler: Results

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2011

You were getting used to things now. The waking up, showering, then going to eat breakfast in the cafeteria whilst longingly staring at Eva. Doing your best using your power to avoid getting caught doing it. You were in the process of trying to figure out if Mary was back in town or not, mainly by feeling for her with your power which you'd decided to spend some time feeling with in the morning too. That was when you noticed someone else walking towards you. You looked up and saw a familiar face.

Aubrey was walking towards you with a fake smile plastered across her face.

She leaned on the table in front of you, "Hi there, Taylor."

Shit. She knew your name, "Hey?"

"Sooo," Audrey started, "There's a party going on this Saturday and I thought I'd throw you an invite." You looked Avery with raised eyebrow. "So, are you gonna come?"

"Umm..." You weren't sure if going was a good idea. Especially considering the risk of interacting with Eva there. "I'll think about it?"

"You should come," Allegory said before standing up and heading back towards the table with Eva and the rest of her friends.

Well, that was another thing to deal with. You internally groaned as you kept searching campus for Mary and couldn't find her, even after occasionally searching throughout the day. By the period before lunch, you were looking for alternative ideas for how to spend your lunch. Then, you went ahead to go to your room while scanning for someone else to bother.

Tammi, of course.

At the start of lunch, you went and got the last of the goods that you'd baked for Valentine's day. Sure, they were a little over a week old but they were still probably good, right? It was a tin of brownies that you scooped up before heading back to the main building, letting your power flood and fill the school. It took you a few minutes of wandering, of focusing on the null space of where your power wasn't before you could find and recognize Tammi's silhouette. You made your way over to her, sitting at the same spot she'd been yesterday and eating a burger from a lunchroom tray.

She looked at you and you could feel her silent groan through your power.

You went ahead to sit in front of her with your legs crisscrossed, the tin of brownies in your lap. Tammi looked at you and then her eyes flicked to the box between your legs. You grinned, pulling your power into a small bubble that encompassed the two of you.

"What d-do you w-want?" Tammi stuttered, giving you a level glare. You grinned before going to pull the box and slide it over.

"I had some leftover brownies and thought you might want them?" You offered and she kept staring at you before taking them, opening it up, and popping one into her mouth.

When she finished chewing, she reached for a second one. She picked it up before she asked, "Why are you bothering me again?"

You frowned as you reached for a brownie. Tammi moved the box closer to herself and out of your reach. "Because I want to be your friend. I... I get that you wanna be alone but I don't want you to feel lonely."

A small, pink blush started to spread across her face before her eyes flicked away. "That's id-d-idioti-t-stu-stupid," Tammi mumbled before shoving another brownie between her lips.

You shrugged, "That's okay."

"I'm not going to talk to you," Tammi growled as she sat back, pulling the box into her lap and still glaring at you.

"We can just enjoy each other's company."

Tammi stared at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion before shaking her head and sighing, "Whatever." She said before relaxing back into her spot and going to keep eating her food and your provided snacks.

The two of you sat there for a while in silence. Tammi's eating her food and you stealing glances at her. She was pretty and you had a feeling she'd only grow more beautiful with age. You considered asking her how she knew Eva but... you looked at her, Tammi's fair lips in a content smile that was a lot cuter than her typical leer. No, that could wait until the next time the two of you hung out.

For now? For now you'd just enjoy her company and let her bask in your aura.

Soon enough, though, school ended and you knew what you had to do. You hopped on a bus and made your way to an all to familiar place. Because it was your house. Well, your dad's house. You had your mom's earrings in your pocket, your hands staying in there with them so you could feel them and make sure they didn't fall out. The city bus rolled forward and eventually wound up dropping you off a few blocks from your house. It was a short walk from there to your Dad's. His car in the parking lot showed you that he was off work. Perfect. You took a breath, reeling your power in before you unlocked and opened the door.

Your dad was sitting on the couch watching television. Well, less watching and more blankly staring at it. He didn't look unkempt, more bored or disinterested. You could spot the occasional beer bottle here or there, like he'd been drinking often and made an effort to clean up after himself but it was more of an effort for you or to keep the space clean.

He looked over at you when he opened the door and then smiled, "What're you doing home, kiddo?" He said before going to stand up. You had changed from your school outfit when you went to get the earrings, now dressed in some well fitting, blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"A friend gave me something and, um, I thought you'd wanna see it?" You said as he looked over at you. You made sure that your aura was clinging to you like a second skin as you saw his eyebrow quirk beneath his glasses and then you reached in to pull out the pair of earrings.

It took a few seconds of staring before he recognized them, his eyes going a little wide before you heard him speak. His voice was a whisper. "Aren't... Aren't those your mothers?"

You gave a small smile before nodding and sticking your head out further. Your father plucked the diamond earrings from your hand and you could see his eyes start to water, "Did you know she wore these during our wedding?"

You shook your head as he smiled, clenching a fist around them and then going to pull the hand closer. He pressed his fist against his lips as she shuddered out a breath. Your father wasn't the crying type and you could tell he was holding back tears.

He shuddered out another breath, his eyes soaked as a tear leaked down his cheek and he moved his hand, fist still clenched around the earrings and palm down as he offered them back. "But, she gave them to you." He said, his voice a little breathy.

You shook your head, "I think you should-"

"No," He interrupted. "Your mother wanted you to have them." You stuck a hand out and he dropped the earrings into your palm. You pocketed them and looked at him.

You were about to speak when you felt your father's arms wrap tight around you in a firm hug. He held you close, his head pressed into your hair. You were tall and still growing but your dad was still a head taller. Barely. He held you tight and you could feel his breaths shaking as he took deep breaths to avoid crying.

You felt yourself starting to tear up too. Your mouth open and your glasses pressing against his chest as you put earrings in your pocket and started to cry with him.

It was a long, intense moment. You were pretty sure that neither of you had cried together- much less while hugging- in forever, if you ever had. After what felt like forever you were all cried out and your hair was damp from the tears that had leaked from beneath your father's eyes. Both of your glasses were fogged and both of you had ruddy, red cheeks by the end of it.

After a bit, your father offered to make dinner for you so you wouldn't have to eat cafeteria dinner. The cafeteria at school had good food but you didn't want to upset your dad, especially after the emotional moment you'd had with your father. On the other hand, your dad was a god awful cook. So, you instead asked him to buy pizza. He agreed. Eventually, the two of you had some pizza while he drank a beer and you had a glass of water.

When you eventually went home, you felt good. Even if you only realized as you went home that your father had breathed in your power during the hug and you couldn't remember where your power was during the rest of your time with your Dad.

That was disconcerting.

Tammi's stats all increased by 0.75

Danny's Happiness increased by 1

Danny's Lust increased by 1

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 73% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Pester Tammi

- 80% Chance

-- She seems to be warming up to you.

-- Y'know, in the way that feral dogs warm up to people.

[School] Research Powers

- 75% Chance

-- Maybe you can figure something out now that you've had your powers for over a month?

-- You'll learn something, at least, even if it might not be useful.

[School] Write-in

- ??% Chance

[School] Skip School

- 95% Chance

-- Will result in no School Action but will allow Taylor to also do the Night action that comes in 2nd.

-- Taking this option too often will result in negative consequences.

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (85%), Sabah (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Night] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%), Crystal (85%), Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[Night] Introduce Sabah to...

-[Intro] Sophia (70%) or Crystal (90%)

[Night] Ask Sophia to teach you to fight

-- 75% Chance

-- The amount you learn will increase with the roll

-- Sophia isn't a very gentle teacher, she may leave marks.

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah, Crystal, Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 32??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers... but you don't know if he does.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2011

The routine came once again. A nice, brief shower and morning routine that ended with getting dressed in your cute schoolgirl uniform and then pining after Eva from across the cafeteria. Nothing strange happened during said breakfast but you noticed Aubrey giving you a glance during it.

Oh, right, yesterday, she'd invited you to a party on Saturday. You still weren't sure if you were going to go to it but you had the rest of today and presumably tomorrow to mull it over. It probably wasn't a good idea and there was probably some kind of malicious intent behind the invitation but...

But would it be so bad to hang out with people your own age? Get drunk and kiss someone? Steal a moment alone with Eva, in a closet with the tinge of alcohol on both of your breaths?

You shook the head from your thought and went forward with your day. You decided to do some more research on powers, both yours and in general. There wasn't much information left for you to learn, outside of the advanced theories and stuff that they taught at the collegiate level but most of that info could only be found piecemeal where college kids asked for help with their Parahuman Studies homework on Question-Answer sites and in textbooks that you gawked at the prices of. The more general stuff- classifications, trigger events, second triggers, and the more common cases like Case 53s, you already knew. You barely learned anything from today's studies, save for that there were things called 1-and-a-half triggers and something called a Case 70 where twins triggered while touching and wound up sharing a body.

All-in-all, it was unproductive on the theory side of things.

In terms of your powers, you wound up retreating to your room to do some studying on those and it was... slightly more productive. You only had three and you were already quite skilled at shaping your gaseous, mind-influencing power to be more condensed- and thus potent. You were getting better at sensing with it but... but that was still difficult. It was like looking at silhouettes or blindly feeling for an outlet. You were dealing with the negative space of where your power wasn't.

You did learn something about your influence power though. It was a gaseous energy- that you already knew- but you realized something as you felt around with it. It was a... a pheromone? A scent? It radiated from you and you could control it, but you literally breathed it. Other people breathed it in and your breaths let it out. It soaked into their skin just like it seeped from yours, in some places stronger than others. When you tried to speed up your breathing, it did grow a bit more dense and concentrated for a scant few moments before it started dissipating. Apparently, you could only contain so much of it.

It was... an interesting find? It wasn't particularly useful but maybe there was some way you could use that? Maybe it meant people that didn't need to breathe were immune to it or the more exerted and breathy someone was, the more they'd be affected?

You had no clue and it didn't really change anything.

You did learn some stuff about how your Casper and Tailor- nicknames for your intangibility and fabric control powers that you'd came up with. Namely, when you activated the Casper power, it covered a certain amount of space, turning it intangible. If that intangible area included a scarf that you'd wrapped around your arm, if you soaked your Tailor power's telekinetic gas into it and unfurled it, it would stay immaterial until you withdrew it. It was a way to extend your Casper's range but... it only covered the cloth and an intangible tentacle wasn't much use.

Again, useless for now but maybe you could figure something out with it?

Other than that, you found out that when you used your Tailor power, the fabric is more durable and stronger the closer it is to you. Less fabric or distance is more power. That power tends to start to slowly bleed out the farther from arm's length it is and even at arm's length, it would warrant a Brute 1 rating at best... you think. You're still not sure what a Brute 1 means in practice.

You'd ran out of ideas to test with your powers by the last quarter of lunch and instead browsed PHO on your phone. You were mainly looking into gaining powers again. It was some kind of quirk of your power- a Trump rating- that let you accrue your minor powers. The only other cape that you could find that could do something similar was Glaistig Uaine, a name that you would never for the life of yourself be able to pronounce. Not that you would need to, she was trapped in the birdcage and if people were ever asking you about her, it would probably be too late to talk anyways.

Oh well.

Eventually, lunch and then classes ended and it was time to do the thing you'd been feeling butterflies about all day.

Once classes were over and you were back in your room, you went ahead and dialed her number.

It rang once, twice, then a third time before she picked up.

Crystal's voice sounded confused as she greeted, "Hello?"

"Oh, um, hi," You replied, sitting on your bed with your back to the wall, eye's closed and lips drawn in a content expression.

"Hey, Tay. Are you seriously calling me?"

You blinked, utterly confused. "Was I not supposed to? Should I have texted instead?"

There was a brief, bubbly laugh that made your heart flutter on the other end. "No, no, it's fine. I like hearing your voice. It's just the only person that ever calls me is my Grandma. Everything okay?"

You grinned. Crystal really liked hearing your voice? Like... Like she enjoyed it? "Oh- Yeah! Everything is great. I was just wondering if, um, maybe you'd... like... maybe wanna..." You trailed off, realizing how much of a trainwreck your words were. You'd thought all day about how you were going to phrase this and here you were, butchering it like... like a butcher.

"Wanna?" Crystal snapped you out of your stupor. Her beautiful voice drawing out the last word of your question. You could hear sprinkles of curiosity and joy- the teasing kind of joy that you were growing all too familiar with.

"Go on a date? With me? Tonight? I-If you're not busy doing other stuff, I mean, because I could totally understa-"

"I'd love to," Crystal's voice was soft and sweet as she whispered the words through your speaker. "I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Please?" You squeaked and heard Crystal laughing before she clicked the phone off and ended your call.

You flopped sideways to lay on your bed, a dumb and dorky grin on your face.

Seven PM somehow managed to come way too quickly but not nearly soon enough. You had absolutely no clue how Crystal was going to dress up so you did your best to try a cute, casual look. A snugly-fitting, auburn-colored sweater with its sleeves pushed up to your elbows tucked into a pair of tight, light blue skinny jeans. The bottoms of the jeans cuffed just above your ankles. It was a nice look in your opinion. Hopefully, Crystal would feel the same way.

You hurried outside at 6:45 to stand at the curb. Crystal rolled up just past 6:50 and gave you a look as you opened up the door.

"When did you start waiting?" She asked and you shrugged.

"Just after breakfast," You replied immediately without giving yourself time to think or your lips time to fudge up the words. Crystal shook her head, a grinning smirk across her lips as her red car went down the road.

"So, what's our plan?" Crystal asked as she drove. You glanced over to steal a look at her outfit. A light red button-up with its top few buttons unbuttoned and the bottom tied in a knot just high enough to give the briefest glimpse of her tummy, which was surprisingly high since she was wearing some high waisted, white denim-shorts. It was a light outfit, completely out of place during the Brockton winter.

You'd thought a lot about where you were going and wound up with a whole list. Crystal's outfit helped to narrow that down immensely. Anything outside or involving cold stuff like ice cream was out. You shrugged, "Um... how about... pizza?" You asked and she nodded, making a hard right at the next red light and speeding down the road.

You wound up calling the pizza in on account of Crystal's fear that you would get attacked if people found out that she cared about you. Apparently, something similar had happened in the past to an old New Wave member and she'd died because of it. Crystal didn't really elaborate on any details so you just nodded and agreed.

So, you two ordered a pizza and took it to the mountains. Just far enough in that there was still abundant slopes and greenery but you could gaze down at the city's skyline from above. Crystal parked on the side of the road and the two of you sat on the side of a hill, looking down upon the city and snacking on your pizza. It was a wonderful night.

Even if Crystal was disgusting and had you get a half-pineapple pizza. Apparently she wasn't absolutely perfect like you'd thought. Even if her wonderful smile and amazing figure begged to differ. The 'hero' was even so disgusting that she fed you a slice of the pineapple covered monstrosity. After a long drink to was away that taste that you might've taken just to maybe or maybe not oggle the gorgeous girl, you decided to ask a question.

"What did you want to be when you grew up?"

Crystal lifted an eyebrow, "You mean other than a badass superhero because duh? I grew up in New Wave so of course, I wanted to do that." The girl asked before shrugging, "I wanted to be a singer. Me and Vicky were going to be in a pop band together and all the boys would love us. We even got our parents to get us singing lessons."

You briefly thought Crystal's blonde bombshell of a cousin before shoving that idea out of mind. You wouldn't think of stupid, sexy Vicky while you were on a date with Crystal! "You were serious," You asked, a grin on your lips as Crystal rolled her eyes and gave a closed-mouth smirk.

"Super. Our band broke up after like a month of practice because my little brother said we couldn't both be the lead singer and me and Vicky started fighting." Crystal said with a grin on her face. "The real New Wave superpower is that we're all stubborn as hell. We get it from our moms." The blonde girl said with a smile.

You nodded, scooting over to press yourself against Crystal's side so you could rest your head on her shoulder. Soon enough, her head was against yours. The two of you sat there for a bit, against one another with the stars above and the city lights ahead. You breathed in her kiwi-scented shampoo. "I think everyone wanted to be a superhero when they grew up. I was gonna be just like Alexandria." You said and Crystal gave a little laugh.

"Not everyone. Some kids are edgy. My little brother was gonna be a supervillain named Lord Darkthunder. After he got in trouble for a bad report card, he said he was going to destroy every school. He got in a lot more trouble for that than he did the report card."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I remember some kids like that." Back in kindergarten during games of Heroes and Villains, some kids always had to play as a villain. They'd refuse to play as heroes even when sides swapped. It was probably because running away was more fun than running after. That was Emma's justification anyways. You were in the majority that wanted to be a hero.

But now, Crystal's little brother was a hero and you were a villain. The roles had swapped. Here you were, doing something most villains would only dream of. Slowly corrupting another superhero. Making her your own. You were lit by the stars and chilled by the wind despite the fact that you'd bundled yourself and Crystal in a snug blanket of your invisible, intangible power. You could feel it pressing into her and you could feel its effects on her.

The way her hand rested on the small of your back. The way she shifted to look at you. The grin on your lips as your heart hammered in your chest once she smiled that absolutely perfect smile with polished white teeth and smile that deserved to be on the cover of magazines. Her hand slowly sliding up, tickling up your back as her nails grazed past your bra strap, up your neck, and her fingers danced in your hair against the frame of your glasses. She pressed, pushing the glasses up your face so that she could rest them atop your head.

"But you wanted to be a hero?" She asked and you were never happier to be nearsighted rather than farsighted. That amazing smile and those beautiful green eyes staring at you, her face inches from yours.

You smiled at her, a short little hitch of your breath that was somewhere between a gasp and a laugh before you moved forward and pressed your lips against hers. It was a brief kiss- or it was supposed to be. You closed your eyes and pressed your lips against her soft, pillowy ones and then went to pull away a second later... only to feel something hard behind your head. One of her hands was on your cheek, the other your opposite side. It was a forcefield.

You didn't try to push anymore. Instead, you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapped around her waist as she pressed her lips against yours. You parted your lips and felt a tongue hesitantly press into your mouth, uncertainty evident in her face as you moved one hand to rub her back, letting your trimmed nails drag along her spine. She shivered into you.

You slid a hand up, beneath her shoulder and then beneath her bra. Your thumb grazed her hard nipple- you had no clue if it was from the cold or the kiss- and she gasped.

Only to then start pulling away. That was too soon.

But you knew this feeling. This sensation. The lack of temperature and the pressure in your head. The distant feeling like a hair being tugged but not pulled. You moved your hands out from beneath her clothes and held her into the kiss and you felt her shift. She pushed, pressing herself against your body and making you shift as your chest pressed against hers.

Your tongue danced in her mouth, pressing and sliding against hers as your wrapped a hand in her hair feeling a little hitched, high-pitched moan as your hand tugged her hair and your other scratched small circles on her lower back. Her hands squeezed, her fingers pressed against the sides of your face.

Then, all at once, the rush of cold wind and grass beneath came back. You pulled your lips back, breaking the kiss but still lingering close enough to feel your hot breaths mixing against one another's lips.

You felt a pinprick at the center of her skull.

A Connection.

You panted against one another before you fell to lie back on the grass and pulled her down to lay with you. A dorky grin on her face as she panted the words, "Holy... holy shit."

It was a nice day. A really, really nice day.

Until you got home and saw a message on your phone. A message from an account who's name consisted of seemingly random characters and digits, 64a65b61c6cd65e72 with a single message.

"I saw you looking into how to get powers. Want some?"

Connection formed with Crystal Pelham - Laserdream.

New Minor Power acquired from Crystal.

Little Red (Laserdream) - Taylor can produce small lasers from her hands and fingertips. These concussive lasers are about as hot as a stovetop fire and hit as hard as a professional fighter's punch, though Taylor can weaken her blasts if she wants. She can weaken them in both heat, power, or both. The range ends at about two city blocks before they start to exponentially lose power and then disappear.

Crystal's Lust increased by 0.3

Crystal's Happiness increased by 1

School:

[School] Check up on Eva

- 25% Chance

-- She seemed to have a rough Valentine's Day

-- Maybe she needs some positive attention

[School] Text Eva

- 65% Chance

-- Meeting her in person is risky

-- But you could still text. Hopefully.

[School] Meet up with Mary

- 73% Chance

-- You told her that you'd hang out

-- But you never said when, did you?

[School] Pester Tammi

- 80% Chance

-- She seems to be warming up to you.

-- Y'know, in the way that feral dogs warm up to people.

[School] Contact Strange Messanger

- 55% Chance

-- They offered you powers. Maybe it's an easy way to get more?

-- Everything you read online- asid from conspiracy theories- says its impossible outside of biotinkers.

[School] Write-in

- ??% Chance

[School] Skip School

- 95% Chance

-- Will result in no School Action but will allow Taylor to also do the Night action that comes in 2nd.

-- Taking this option too often will result in negative consequences.

Night:

[Night] Meet Up with...

-[Hang] Danny (85%), Sabah (85%), Eva (35%), Mary (80%), Victoria (80%), Sherrel (75%), Victor (40%), Missy (80%)

[Night] Ask out...

-[Date] Sophia (80%), Amy (70%) or Write-in (??%)

[School] Contact Strange Messanger

- 55% Chance

-- They offered you powers. Maybe it's an easy way to get more?

-- Everything you read online- asid from conspiracy theories- says its impossible outside of biotinkers.\

[Night] Introduce Sabah to...

-[Intro] Sophia (70%) or Crystal (90%)

[Night] Ask Sophia to teach you to fight

-- 75% Chance

-- The amount you learn will increase with the roll

-- Sophia isn't a very gentle teacher, she may leave marks.

[Night] Tell _ about your powers

-[Reveal] Sabah, Crystal, Amy

-[Unmask] Which powers do you tell her about?

-- 80(??)% Chance

-- The bonus could be a negative, depending on what you tell her.

-- Who knows how she'll react.

[Night] Fight Victor

-[Victor] Combat strategy?

-[Powers] What powers will you be willing to use?

- 32??% Chance

-- He is bigger and more experienced than you

-- But he doesn't know you have powers... but you don't know if he does.

[Night] Message _ on PHO.

-[PHO] Who?

-- ??% Chance

-- You can contact someone whom you know online

-- Or meet someone new!

[Night] Go Out As a Cape

-[Cape] Where?

-[Goal] What do you want to do on your first outing?

-[Debut] What is Taylor's Cape Name?

-- ??% Chance (Varies by location)

-- You have a costume, you have powers, what else is there to do?

-- Plus, it'd be nice to get used to wearing your costume and a chance to publicly practice your powers.

[Night] Catfish SpecificProtagonist

- 90% Chance

-- Who knows what's going on at Winslow

-- Plus, it'll be a good time for you

[Night] Practice with...

-[Power] Influence (80%), Tailor (80%), All (65%)

-[Practice] Where?

-- You'll make some progress on using your powers

-- There aren't many good, secret places to practice

[Night] Write-in

- ??% Chance

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Friday, February 24th, 2011

You woke up and went through the usual morning routine of showering, brushing your teeth, pining after Eva, and the like. It was all-in-all a nice morning. Your classes rolled around and then passed without event until lunch time. Where you walked to the back of the line to grab your tray for the day when a hand tapped your right shoulder. You caught a glimpse of fiery orange hair swaying and you could feel her in your aura. That was enough to get you to look over your left shoulder where you saw the grinning, familiar face of none other than little miss Mary Clover.

The green eyed, red haired girl grinned at you with both hands clasped behind her back, "It's been a bit."

You smiled back as she joined you in the line and you nodded, "Yeah, it has. Is everything okay?"

Mary lifted both hands as she gave a big ol' shrug, giving you a view that her left hand was wrapped in a wrist brace. "Yep, well, for the most part." Her smile stayed as the two of you meandered through the lines.

"How did that happen?" You asked, your face a little incredulous.

"There was a car crash involving a ramp and a helicopter and stuff and, well, it doesn't really matter. Anything that I missed while… I was… aw...ay?" Mary trailed.

It took a second for you to realize why she stopped talking. It was because nobody else in the cafeteria was. The entire room was silent. Your power filled the room and you could feel the silence. The stillness as the only movement was people moving their heads to look at the screens or moving to cover their mouths. You blinked, going to fall their eyes.

And your heart sunk.

The Simurgh was on the move.

[Greetings.]

The Simurgh was on the move!

[Curiosity.]

Today was going to be the day that another city was wiped away. Fallen victim to the hope-slaying, angelic Endbringer.

[Suggestion.]

It shifted in the air, moving. It was above Mexico, headed towards Australia, but then it turned to move in a completely different direction.

[Interest. Affirmation.]

The Simurgh was headed Northeast. Towards the eastern continental United States. Towards the thirteen colonies.

The next few moments were a blur as the more flighty students panicked. The school's intercom blared a few minutes later, announcing that classes were over and informing the students that it would prepare buses to shuttle students out of town, should it be confirmed that the Simurgh was headed towards Brockton Bay. Mary split ways with you, saying that she had to go see some friends. You felt your heart hammering in your throat as you went to your room.

What were you supposed to do?

What the hell were you supposed to do about this? An endbringer was attacking and it was all you could do to… to hide. To run. To…

To fight?

You felt your power, you felt the faculty and students moving through it as if it weren't there. You could feel Sophia, Sabah, and Crystal's locations through your bond with them.

You had powers.

Heroes and Villains alike banded together to fight against the Endbringers. It was the reason that the government didn't hunt down villains that broke the law. It was a national- no, an international- agreement. Even villains like the Empire or villains that wound up in the Birdcage helped out during an Endbringer fight. It was a person's duty to do so. To help people by fighting against the inhuman, omnicidal monsters that appeared roughly every four months to destroy and slaughter.

It was a hub of capes. Dozens if not hundreds of powered peoples bonding together to show that humans could, despite their differences, band together to fight a far greater, far more terrifying threat. It was a time where you could bathe crowds of parahumans in your power. A chance to get virtually any cape you could imagine. To bend and break them to your will.

You grabbed a bucket and puked in it. It wasn't the thought of abusing an mass murdering, traumatic monster's appearance to bend more people to your will. It was that on top of the fact that deep down, you knew that you had to go to the fight. Because what if you didn't and Crystal or Sophia died? What if you had to see on the news the announcement that Shadow Stalker was ripped to pieces by the Simurgh or that Laserdream was pinned under rubble and is not inside whatever quarantine they put up?

It was fear. It was anxiety. It was stress and panic and a cacophony of other emotions as you curled up beside your bed and stared at your phone. Stared at a live feed of a man from the PRT in a suit in front of a green screen map of the US.

You puked because the man indicated an area on the map. A red swathe that cut up the bible belt and enveloped the thirteen colonies. An area labeled 'possible targets' with deeper red zones for population centers.

Brockton Bay was in it.

The Simurgh could be coming here. Here to your home. Here to make it a walled off nightmare. Here to unleash monsters, plagues, or whatever other sick image she had in her gorgeous head. She could get your city quarantined, nuked, or worse.

The Simurgh could be heading here and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it other than wait. Wait and stare. Time passing in tears and ragged, airless breaths as she flew and the area shrinked.

She was somewhere above Lousiana by the time you'd managed to build up the will and courage to don your costume.

By the time she was soaring above West Virginia, your phone buzzed like mad. As though it had an amber alert but instead it bore a different message.

ALERT: THE SIMURGH IS HEADED TO BOSTON. TRANSPORTATION WILL BE AT THE RIG IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. ANY AND ALL HELP IS REQUESTED.

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes to decide whether or not you were a hero or a coward. There wasn't really an option, was there?

You bit your lip, hard enough that you were worried about drawing blood as you finished lacing up your boots, put on your mask, and then pinned your cape in place. Hood up.

You stepped out the door and made your way out the door. Out the door and to The Rig.

It was a surprisingly short walk. News had already gotten out that Brockton Bay wasn't the target and many people were on their way home but buses were given their own lanes. You hopped on one and rode it all the way to The Rig. You got odd and confused looks at your costume but you did your best to ignore them.

Save for an old lady who smiled, offered to pay your fare, and said you were the kind of person the world needed more of.

If only she knew that you'd used your power on her. That you were barely, barely a hero. You arrived at The Rig with only two minutes to spare. You could see the lobby was cleared out and there were a number of capes inside of it. The entire Protectorate and Wards, all of New Wave, Lung and Oni Lee. A new member? Skidmark and Mush were present, looking antsy and bedraggled. Most of the Empire was present, minus Purity and Crusader. There were others you didn't recognize, a girl in a purple and black suit, a man in dark leathers cloaked in shadows. A familiar looking redhead in a group that you recognized as Faultline's Crew but didn't know their individual names, just that they were a superhero mercenary group based in the area.

But as you came in, many eyes went on you.

Armsmaster of all people approached, decked out in his power armor with a halberd that looked different, somehow. "Are you a new cape in the area?" His voice sounded somewhere between surprised and interrigational, like he didn't expect to be asking this question but was so used to it that he acted on habit rather than thought.

"Yeah, I'm-" You started, realizing that you didn't have a name and hoping to come up with something on the spot. Luckily you didn't have to as a man appeared in the center of the room. He was dressed in a stylized blue and black uniform with a blue cap and goggles.

"Strider, I need to ask this girl some questions before we-"

"Look, Armsmaster. I'd love to give you the time to do that. But she sped up."

There was a crack and your surroundings flickered before a woosh sounded. You breathed out and felt your power billow out of you as it sought to refill itself to its normal amount. You let it, though you wrapped it around yourself in a cloak. Armsmaster glanced at you.

"I hope you are not pretending to have powers," He said before going to a circle of people that you recognized as several other Protectorate Leaders, like Chevalier and Myrddin. You took a few step backs to take in the massive crowd around you.

So many capes! So many that you recognized. Narwhal in her scandalous, crystalline body suit stood atop a diamond shaped forcefield, examining the crowd. You saw Alexandria hovering dozens of feet above the crowd, speaking to Legend and Eidolon. Off to one side was a massive robot in the shape of a dragon, one of Dragon's mechs.

A PRT operative approached you. They looked more like someone who would be at home behind a desk or in an office rather than near the soon to be spot of an Endbringer battle. She had an insignia on her shoulder, a big 24 underlined by the word Boston. A local PRT employee. She approached you and you could see similar employees approaching other capes.

She held up something that looked like something you'd seen on TV from a video game or an Uber and Leet news report. It was a watch but bigger, with a flat screen on one side. It was long rather than bulky and it took up about a fourth of your forearm.

"Are you familiar with procedures for fights against the Simurgh?" You shook your head at the girl's question. She was shorter than you and plump.

She nodded, "One of the Triumvirate will explain but this is your communicator for it. You'll need to register your name- err, cape name, obviously- in it. You can do that by pressing this button three times and then saying 'register' then your name. After that, you'll pick a team to be on. There's a few options and it really depends on your powerset. Like I said, they should be explaining soon."

Soon was right. It took them about twenty or so minutes before Legend cleared his throat into a microphone that was hooked into Dragon's mech. He began to speak.

"Thank you all for coming today. I'm afraid we don't have nearly enough time for me to tell you all how much it means to me to see so many capes present today, especially against one of the most terrifying forces in the world. Today, we're fighting the Simurgh. For those of you who have fought against her before, bear with me while I go over some things for any newcomers. First, we'll be fighting against the Simurgh. A rundown of her powers is that she has precognitive abilities,flight, vast telekinetic powers, a tinker power that lets her create virtually anything, and a physiology that gives her enhanced durability. All of those pale in comparison to a master power of hers. The Simurgh can emit a telepathic scream or song. This is the most worrying power as it allows her to make subtle, permanent alterations to your mind that can alter your personality, create compulsions, or implant messages. But, thankfully, that takes time. A certain amount of continuous exposure is required for that to happen. In the short term, temporary states of heightened or altered emotions and hallucinations have rarely happened but- as long as you get out of her range within the time limit- they are temporary. Because she can make you become a sleeper agent slash unwilling terrorist with prolonged exposure, the bracelets are monitored to have a timer for the period you are within her range…" Legend paused, his visible mouth set in a grim line.

"If you are inside of her range by the end of the time period, then the armband will detonate and kill you. Any area that has been in her range too long will be quarantined to prevent mind altered civilians from escaping and causing havoc in the weeks or months to come. If you want to back out now, that is fine and nobody here will shame you… If you are willing to risk your life for the greater good- for humanity- then I'd like to ask you to stay. A fight against The Simurgh isn't like fighting against Behemoth or Leviathan where we can draw the battle out and hope for Scion to save us. The longer she is here, the more at risk we are. We'll send people out in waves to minimize exposure and to give people time to let their exposure wear off before sending them back in. We have to hit her hard, fast, and drive her away before we lose Boston.

Onto procedure, once you register your name into your armband, it will prompt you to select a group to be in. This will be your role during the battle. If you have a power that can heal someone's body or mind or can slow the rate at which the effects of an injury appear, such as slowing bloodloss or putting people into stasis, we ask that you join the Medical group. Search and Rescue is for thinkers and movers that can locate injured or slow capes or civilians and get them out of her range as quickly as possible. Offense and Defense are self explanatory, they are for offensive powers to deal damage to her and Defense is for brutes or trumps that can take hits or help others take hits. Finally, there's a group called Other for those that do not fit into any of these traditional roles. It is entirely your choice about what group to be in. If you have a movement ability but you think you would be better transporting your team members who are in offense to keep them in range, do that. If you can make fire but are scared of being in range and would rather cauterize wounds or if you're a trump who can boost the powers of healers, join Medical. It's up to you but…"

"But do your best and try to survive." Legend finished with a grim smile as you looked down at your armband. Your finger lingering on the button to register yourself.

Stress increased by 3.

Trait unlocked: Shard Waifu - Endbringers and Endbringer adjacent enemies- such as uncontrolled, sentient master creations- will do their best to avoid harming you. They also find you extremely attractive and irresistible, even more so than normal capes affected by your power.

[Endbringer] Stay

--Endbringer Boston event will begin

[Endbringer] Leave

--You will miss this event.

[Name] Write-in

-- This will be your cape name.

-- It can be changed later if you wish to rebrand or swap sides.

[Name] Let the QM decide

[Team] Medical

-- Work with Panacea, Othala, other healers and regular, medical doctors to heal the injured. Even if you don't have powers, they always need people to cart supplies and lend a hand.

[Team] Search and Rescue

-- Work with Shadow Stalker, Tattletale, Velocity, and other movers and thinkers to find and rescue capes and civilians.

[Team] Offense

-- Work with Laserdream, Fenja & Menja, and other hard hitting capes to assault The Simurgh.

[Team] Defense

-- Work with Glory Girl, Aegis, and other brutes and shakers to protect the offensive capes and lower the amount of injuries.

[Team] Other

-- If you don't fit into any of those roles or want to swap between them, this is the role for you. You'll have less oversight and a less defined task.

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Spoiler: A/N

Picking a name was hard and it was something that you had spent so, so much time thinking about. It was a hard thing to do. You could pick something related to your power but it couldn't have anything to do with the master part because you really, really didn't want to debut as a master at a Simurgh fight. On the other hand, you didn't want to stick something too close to the power. What would you do if you had to go somewhere warmer? Even here in Boston, the bare skin on your thighs, your arms, and your face were chilled. You arms and legs were even covered with goosebumps from the chill. You'd be stuck in this outfit forever. What if your costume got destroyed and you couldn't get a new one? Or what if you just decided you didn't like the whole 'red riding hood' theme?

You needed to come up with something else. Something that worked with your powers and your costume but didn't give too much away or rely too heavily on others. There was also the whole thing where you noticed, while you were back at The Rig, that most of the Empire Eighty-Eight capes wore the same colors.

You chewed on the inside of your lip, your mind racing as you searched for an answer. It settled on one after what felt like hours of back and forth. You took a deep breath.

"Registered," The armband chirped in a robotic voice once you said your name. Then across the screen in blocky letters you saw a list of options. You took a breath before tapping the 'Search and Rescue" option. You glanced over at the map of the area and all the blips on it.

A huge weight fell off your shoulders as you glanced around. There were a ton of capes around in various states of anticipation and anxiousness. It was entirely unexpected when you heard a voice speak from your armband. It was a feminine voice, a nice voice in tone and pitch but without hide nor hair of an accent. "Hi. Are you new? I can not find any records on you.."

"Oh, um, y-yeah," You replied, feeling a tightness in your chest. "Who are you?"

"I am Dragon. I helped produce the armband you are wearing and I am going to be on the managerial side of things while I'm out of the fight. I'm setting stuff up right now. I see you're in Search and Rescue, are you more of the searching or rescuing type?"

You nodded even though you knew that the freaking world-famous hero Dragon, probably couldn't see it. "Searching? I've got a thinker power. I can sense people and it has a pretty good range but, um, I can't sense people if they're sealed off from me. I don't have any way to move quicker, though."

"Thank you. Then I would recommend that you go and locate people who are injured. I will see if I can find you a means of transport so you can get them out of harm's way safely as well." With that, Dragon apparently disappeared. You breathed out and felt yoru power ripple from your breath, refilling whatever bit was fading away into the air or being absorbed by people that stepped within the small bubble you had as they walked past.

This was it.

Your debut.

It would be stressful enough if it was just a regular cape fight or stopping some gang bangers but this…

This was a whole different level.

You pulled your aura tighter around yourself like a cloak against the world as you moved to sit on a still-packed box of medical equipment. It was labeled 'anesthetic' and they had opened another one to preload whatever stuff that went in. Needles? IVs? You had no clue.

From time to time you spotted someone familiar, whether it was a cape you researched from back home, a cape you knew personally, or one you'd seen online. Speaking of online, you'd read during a panicked fit of online searches while watching the Simurgh's flight path that most capes who came to Endbringer fights were part of the Protectorate. That seemed strange to you, considering the number of villains that came from Brockton and the number of villains you saw present.

Maybe they owed stuff to the villains here? You could see the Empire having a branch or some dealers or something here. It made sense, Boston had a lot of capes too.

Trying to keep your mind off a hope killing, mind controlling monster that was taller than some houses was hard. The Simurgh was the shortest of the Endbringers at 'only' fifteen feet but that was still almost three of you. And that wasn't accounting for her massive wingspan from her dozen or so wings.

You felt your breath quickening but you quickly got a handle on it. Another few minutes passed before you finally heard Dragon's voice again.

"It looks like that's a negative on transport. You'll be on foot. Sorry. I've got some more suits on the way, I might have a drone you can ride on once they get here?"

You shook your head and as you did so, noticed Dragon's mech again. It was easily the size of a bus. "I'll be fine. Thanks, though." You glanced around, part of you wishing that Squealer had come despite the fact that she wouldn't recognize you like this."Should I head on towards town?"

"No, we'll have transports that can take you back and forth from the city to various camps that are setting up around the city's perimeter. They should start soon. A lot of them will be focused on evacuating people from the endbringer shelters but they can take you to the fight without any problems."

A perimeter. Did they already think Boston was going to be lost? Was it a precaution or had the heroes already given up hope?

You glanced off in the distance, towards the sky. You didn't know if you were looking the right way to face the Simurgh but still, you wound up looking away. Away and to the various cape teams that were talking. Some were mingling between groups, probably talking strategy or seeing if there were any synergies that would help with the fight to come. New Wave was off to one side and you couldn't hear what they were saying. Amy- Panacea- was already walking off to the medical tents, probably to prepare for her healing. Your eyes flicked over to her before they lingered on Crystal in her costume. The tight white suit clinging to her curves, your eyes rolled up it and to her chest and you could almost feel her soft, supple flesh on your fingers again.

You shook your head. An atrocity was about to arrive and you were thinking about groping a girl? Stupid, stupid, stupid gay brain.

You could feel your connection to her though. You'd tested the power- briefly- in your dorm room last night and that had resulted in a ruined essay. It was a laser. It didn't really start fires so much as pack a punch and be hot. It could leave scorch marks but for fire, you were pretty sure it had to hit certain, easily combustible things. Maybe a few times too, considering. At least it wouldn't light any random people you used it on ablaze.

By random people you meant villains and the Simurgh, obviously. You weren't going to fight any heroes.

Unless you had to.

Focusing on your other connections, you could feel them here too. Shadow Stalker was with the Wards and you could tell from Sophia's body language that she was bearing the pre-battle conversation more than enjoying it. You could feel Sabah safe, way back in Brockton Bay.

Which felt a lot closer than you'd expected. The Simurgh was attacking Boston but Boston was only an hour or so away from Brockton. What would happen to everyone who lived here, if Boston was lost? Where would they go?

Where would the heroes and villains be displaced to?

There was no point worrying about that if you died today. There was no point in looking towards the future if you weren't going to be in it. You steeled yourself as you looked up once again.

And saw a small, white pinprick in the sky. Moving forward, towards the city, and growing larger. A part of you hoped it was another Dragon suit.

But you knew better.

The Simurgh had arrived.

People sprung into action as she descended towards the ground. Legend, became a blur as he zoomed towards the falling angel. You felt a heaviness as the Simurgh drifted towards the city. She hovered above the skyline and the buildings beneath her began to lift up in massive chunks.

The battle begins.

There were a half-dozen helicopters near the back of the site and they had already started spinning their blades. Your armband beeped as Dragon's voice spoke through it. THE Dragon's voice. "Those helicopters will take you near the battlefield. Once you find someone, press the second button from the right on the armband and list the coordinates that are on screen and the person's condition. If they can be rescued, we'll send someone."

If they can be rescued. What those words meant were that they would save the people who hadn't been exposed too long. You made your way towards a helicopter, "Got it."

You hopped on with a half dozen other capes. Most of them were military style helicopters, with ample space for people. You had seen other types going in and out of the city already, probably evacuating people from hospitals.

Endbringers were a known fact but they were like fire drills at schools or earthquakes. Everyone had- or was supposed to have- a plan for what they would do if it happened but nobody ever expected it to. Or at least, they didn't expect for it to happen to them.

The helicopter soared downward and forward, ever towards the Simurgh. A chunk of rubble hurled itself through the air at another chopper only to get shattered from a shoulder check courtesy of Alexandria. You landed and heard a beep from your armband.

The timer started?

You glanced at the other people on your flight. You couldn't see their faces but you could see a wince here or a tensing there. You were inside of the Simurgh's range.

But you couldn't hear her song.

You couldn't hear the Simurgh's song. The song she used to mind control people. The song she used to turn people into ticking time bombs of tragedy. That only meant one thing. You were immune to her.

But the armband didn't know that. Dragon didn't know that. And you had a feeling that Dragon wouldn't believe you if you claimed that you were immune. You were sure people had done it in the past to get out of being killed when they had been exposed for too long. Still, it was a bit of comfort. The only emotions you felt- the heartwrenching anxiety and vomit-inducing fear- were all of your own mind's making.

You hopped off the helicopter, you red cloak fluttering against your back as you jogged forward and stretched out your power. Already, the Simurgh was shattering buildings and flinging their rubble from invisible trebuchets. She was on the move, drifting over and through buildings towards some unknown place. Some target that she wanted to destroy or use. She didn't care about collateral damage and buildings were obliterated either to give her more projectiles or by missed or deflected shots. Wires and machinery from the sabotaged buildings trailed behind her like tassels. You stared at her distant, marble-esque form with terror.

This was it.

This was The Simurgh.

Stress decreased by 1 thanks to Simurgh Immunity.

The battle is fresh. Few are injured. None are broken. The Simurgh has yet to unleash chaos.

[Location] Outside the Simurgh's range

- 55% Chance

-- Searching here will not reduce the time on your timer but the battle will rage on above.

-- At this point in the battle, you almost certainly won't encounter capes, more likely civilians who are unable or unwilling to leave town.

[Location] Inside the Simurgh's range, away from her

- 60% Chance

-- You are unlikely to find many injured this early in the battle.

-- But trapped people need to get out of her scream.

[Location] Near the Simurgh

- 65% Chance

-- You'll be close by the Simurgh and likely to find recently injured capes.

-- You'll be at risk of getting hurt by collateral damage.

[Location] Try to figure out where she is going

- 35% Chance

-- It could change the tide of the battle

-- It could also result in you winding up before the Simurgh

[Location] Write-in

- The battle is young and wherever you look, you're unlikely to find many injured.

I want to pick names everyone is happy with. Here are names that I like. Please do ranked voting for the following. Use 1 for most wanted, 2 for 2nd most wanted, etc. All the way down to 8 for least wanted.

[Name] Ishtar

[Name] Rose Witch

[Name] Venus

[Name] Proxima

[Name] Scarlet Proxima

[Name] Calypso

[Name] Circe

[Name] Red Hood

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Spoiler: Results

It was surprising how fast the chaos went off. The Simurgh had flung rocks at approaching capes like giant concrete boulders shot from invisible cannons. But they'd been stopped and stalled, with only the buildings that fueled and the buildings that were hit taking the brunt of the force.

You jogged forward with your cape fluttering behind you. Other capes soared overhead as you moved.

Towards the Simurgh.

You glanced at your watch and saw the timer still counting down. Were you inside of her range? Maybe it was just nervousness acting up on the plane? You thought about pressing the communication button. Would you get to talk to Dragon again if you did?

There was a roar of an engine as you saw a massive mech fly over head, slamming through walls that floated up to stall it.

You kept going. Kept running. Maybe you weren't inside of her range or maybe, hopefully, you were immune. Neither of those things mattered right now. Your timer was ticking down but you still weren't low enough on time to worry about it. You could bring it up once you returned to the camp outside of town.

It wasn't a concern right now. No, right now there was a much larger one on your mind.

You stepped out at the beginnings of the rubble. It was a warzone. The Simurgh was flying but you had no idea how fast. You could see her now. After you'd landed, the buildings had blocked her from view. Now, those buildings had been reduced to mere rubble and you could see her. A porcelain woman in the midst of a mass of wings. Wings that sprouted from all over her, her back, her ankles, and a dozen other places. The wings were massive and all angelic in nature. Some curved to preserve her modesty whilst others were flared out, showing that despite her 'small' height, she was still absolutely massive. You saw flares of colors as lasers and projectiles of different colors shot off at her. She swerved and spun effortlessly. It was casual, to her. Like she was playing. Buildings shattered, large chunks of rubble, dumpsters, cars, and other objects flew up to intercept other attacks.

Still, you saw a glancing attack from a Dragon missile. A humanoid figure teleporting next to her, doing something, and then blinking away. You were too far away to see who.

So you started running. Hurrying your way across the field of rubble as your aura blossomed out. You couldn't feel anyone yet but this was ground zero of where she'd landed. You guessed that only the fastest capes got here at first and those fast ones could dodge.

The Simurgh was moving slower than you could run but faster than you could jog. The problem was, you were absolutely miserable when it came to cardio and the Simurgh was already a ways away. You hadn't been running as much as you should and felt yourself getting winded fairly fast.

"Need a ride?" A deep, albeit female voice asked and you turned to look at the speaker. It was a woman dressed in a black outfit with a black top that reminded you of a toga or something between a v-neck and a vest. Pale cyan leggings reached from her top, disappearing into blue boots that were lined with black fur. She had something that looked like a mix between a sleeveless duster and a fur-lined parka that was blue on the outside with black fur on the inside and lining the bottom and where the 'duster' ended that showed off her muscular shoulders and arms. The v-neck showed off an ample amount of her slightly below average chest. She had a black, bear-like mask on that exposed her light brown forehead and showed light blue eyes that were glowing. The mask was framed by straight black hair that was pulled into a somewhat short but still bushy ponytail.

Oh, and she was sitting on top of a giant ghost bear.

That was probably the more important part.

"Please?" You asked as she reached an arm down. You hopped up as she lifted, straddling behind her atop the giant bear. Big lifted up by someone with big, powerful arms felt… It made your heart beat faster for a reason other than fear. She fake coughed and you noticed another, unoccupied bear standing next to the one you were on. You blinked, feeling your exposed, chilly cheeks suddenly start to grow warmer. "Oh, I can-"

You felt her thick tail hit your face. Curse your height… on the other hand, your height meant that your arms were wrapped right beneath her-

"Haven't seen you before," The girl said in her deep voice. You pushed your fluttering heart out of your head.

"I'm new, um… I'm Ishtar." It felt different saying your name to a person compared to an armband.

"Ishtar, huh? I'm Ursa Aurora from the New York Protectorate. You're…?"

Small talk seemed to be Ursa's way of keeping the anxiety at bay, if how tense her shoulders were held any indication. Still, it was hard to chit chat when you were staring at the approaching form of the Simurgh. It was hard to enjoy riding bear back when the angel of doom was approaching and the person driving- err, steering?- had such an effective bra on.

"Independent? Unaffiliated? This is my first time-" You cut yourself off, surprise filling your voice as a sudden eep escaped your lips. The bouncing of riding atop a running bear ended as the ghost bear started… flying? You lifted up and off to one side, now parallel to the rubble and soaring only a few feet above the tops of roofs as you, Ursa Aurora, and the ghost bear pair- err, trio? Where did the third ghost bear come from? A lamp post flew your way only to get tackled out of the way by one of the ghost bears.

Powers were weird.

The Simurgh already had your full attention. You watched as Alexandria charged headlong through a semi-truck only to emerge from the other side and get swatted down to ground like a gnat. Some kind of cannon like the kind on a tank was sprouted out of a guy's chest, a man behind him holding him in place while it fired and was dodged by the Simurgh in graceful, casual moves that would've made a ballerina jealous. She spun and turned, avoiding gunfire, laserfire, and actual fire like it was a dance. Like it was nothing.

For her, it probably was. Shrapnel rained as- not for the first time today- you heard your armband list names. None stood out to you. Nobody from back home.

But, for all her grace and foresight, occasionally a hit would land. Eidolon flickered into existence on her shoulder and swiped his hand like it was a claw, tearing away a swathe of white. Where she was damaged, black ichor leaked. It stopped after a bit, showing flawless platinum-white skin beneath. Legend soared, releasing a torrent of laser blasts that turned at right angles, weaving past obstacles, and creating pock marks across her surface. They weren't enough to make her bleed. He was a blur as he retreated from her counterattack. You felt Laserdream's presence in the skies. You adjusted, shifting on the flying ghost bear to watch the white and red heroine in action. A ring of a dozen red motes of light flickered into existence and you barely had time to register that they were there before each shot out a crimson beam. Laserdream shot out, a trail of red motes appearing and immediately firing lasers behind her. When she stopped, dozens appeared in the space around her and fired in an instant.

That… that was new. She couldn't do that in any videos you'd seen.

You watched as she worked as you got closer and closer. You closed your eyes and… and you could feel the fight as your power enveloped the battlefield. You could feel ranged capes backing up. Rubble being flung only to be intercepted by brutes and shakers. You could feel slower, heavier hitting capes lagging behind only for a cape to grab them, move them in range, and let them get a few shots off.

Ursa Aurora landed. "Sorry, this'll be as far as I can take you. I've gotta swing and grab Astrologer and Snowpiercer, get them in range and then-"

"Ursa? It's Fletchette, could you-"

"I'll grab you in a second, Flechy."

Taking that cue, you hopped off the ghost bear and it wheeled, two ghost bears flying off to stop a few pieces of rubble. You glanced back at the retreating, soaring form of Ursa Aurora atop a flying ghost bear and then looked. Already, one had been lanced through by seven pieces of rebar. The other was being swatted away, again and again, by a particularly hardy, seven-layer thick brick wall sandwich.

Then, the Simurgh stopped going forward and withdrew. The trail of electronics and wire flew over to her as concrete, asphalt, steel, rebar, and a dozen other construction materials flew forward and bent, making a cocoon around the evil angel. Seeing your chance, you ran forward and leapt the three foot gap over to the next, shorter building to try and get within range. Your gas enveloped the ball, the shell that the Simurgh was within. It didn't penetrate it though. Whether it was the layers or the Simurgh just making an airtight seal. In the meantime, your gaseous energy surrounded the sphere. It wasn't the only one. You saw a tendril of green smoke reach out, sizzling as it touched the stone of the outer shell.

You breathed, looking around, you stood on what was probably the roof of a mall or some kind of shopping center, a long rooftop stretched out before you. You breathed, feeling for any cracks or seems as the green smoke that tingled and mixed with yours turned black and began to cling to the Simurgh's chrysalis.

Time seemed to stop and- for a moment- the countdown on your armband did as well. Then, it started again as everyone around you winced and sphere exploded outward. The oily substance that was on it starting a flame whenever it touched anything.

The Simurgh flew, flying faster as she lunged through the skies in one direction. Where she once sat inside her shell, a turret on a floating platform surrounded by a see-through, blue shield began to fire out a flurry of yellow lasers at any and everyone. You had an instant to think and- by luck or reflex- you soaked your clothes in your Tailor power and whipped your cloak around. It sheared a hole through your cape and left a softball sized hole in the side of your top but it didn't hurt your skin.

A boy made of metal three roofs down fared far worse when a blast in the same barrage hit him, shearing a hole through where his heart should be and, somehow, setting his metal body on fire.

More importantly than that, though, is that you could feel the Simurgh now. You turned to look at her even though you didn't need to. You knew she was there. A little over a hundred feet away from you, moving parallel to you. You could feel your power seeping into her inhuman body.

You could feel her in your power. You could feel it affecting her.

[Greetings.]

You let out a half-shout, half-cry of pain as a dozen images and sensations assaulted your mind. They flickered past too fast for you to register. Sensations wracked your chest that you couldn't explain. You stumbled and shuddered, your cloak wrapping around you like a shield despite its fresh hole. Then, the Simurgh's head snapped to look to the side. [Objective?]

You breathed heavily. Both from the assault to your senses and- more prominently- from where the Simurgh was looking.

[Location. Destruction.]

You took a few steps back before she moved, like a string was yanking her in the direction she wasn't facing. Two senses- your eyes and your power- let you see and feel where she was going. One alone would've been enough to scare you. There was a difference between not being intimidated and facing down a murderous god. Even if it wasn't terrifying, what could you do? You couldn't fight her. You couldn't hide from her on an open roof or at all for that matter. She was the fucking Simurgh. And she was flying towards you.

Luckily, though, you had the sense to run. You moved, sprinting down the building as the Simurgh flew and arrived at where you had been earlier. You sprinted, pushing yourself, trying to think back to whatever breath control tips you'd learned during gym class or the one time you'd trained with Sophia.

And you fucking booked it.

You could feel her, still, in your power. You could hear the sound and feel the building shake as she dropped to land on the building, landing on all fours. If you didn't count the wings that also hit the building. You hurried, every footfall rattling your body and brain.

The Simurgh scrambled. She skittered across the roof on all fours before pushing herself up and running. There was a wobble at first, as if she didn't know how to run. Then there was stability. Regular running. Then, there were long strides. Like an olympic runner pushing off their steps, each step springing her forward faster and faster. She threw the remaining wires that were balled, floating above her hands to the sides with a mere thought.

You had the lead, this time, but even having just taken her first few steps she was leagues faster than you. Longer legs and supernatural strength giving her and edge.

And the fact that she was the fucking Simurgh chasing you down.

She wouldn't get the chance to grab you and tear you in half. Gravity would be your downfall as your power and eyes informed you of something just as pressing, maybe, as the fifteen foot tall marble angel that was chasing you down.

You were almost out of roof to run on. And you were certain you couldn't jump across the four lane street you were running towards.

You glanced only to see the building to the right of you get washed away in an invisible tidal wave.

Your head flicked to the left in time to see it get crushed by an invisible source like a tin can. Your armband listed names and statuses as both of the buildings were reduced to rubble but you were far, far too preoccupied with the endbringer chasing you.

Not that it mattered. You kept sprinting, certain beyond all doubt that whatever Ziz intended to do with you was far, far worse than falling to your death.

But she was gaining on you.

You could gauge roughly how far she was by your power.

Twenty feet.

Fifteen.

Ten.

Leap.

You reached the edge of the roof and sprung, leaping and hoping against hope that she wouldn't be able to catch you before gravity finished you off.

Neither came to pass, as a pair of arms snagged you beneath your own making you wince in pain. It hurt, but it wasn't hurt. Your eyes were glued shut, they had been since the fall. And you could feel yourself getting flown away from the Simurgh. Whatever had set her off on you, she'd lost interest. The building she'd chased you on remained intact but she merely floated like she had been earlier. Going off in one direction.

You were panting for breaths, feeling the feminine, long-haired form of your savior with your power. "Any idea why she was after you?" The voice was hard. Cold. Professional but not... uncaring? You opened your eyes, looked up, and saw her.

A grey, half-face visor with a scar poking down beneath where her right eye was. Should've been. She was dressed in a black and grey bodysuit with a long, grey cape. You couldn't see it on account of how she held you- beneath her hands holding your biceps from behind- but you knew she had a black, rook-like tower on her chest.

"N-No ma'am," You squeaked.

"What are your powers?" Alexandria asked, her mouth in a firm line as she lowered you to the street.

"I-I can sense people? In, like, an area? I make them stronger too- I- um-"

Alexandria grunted, "Any others? Tinkertech on you? Anything?"

You shook your head, rapidly, feeling your hair hitting your face. "No tinkertech! I, um, I have other minor ones like lasers and harder clothes but-"

The mall's rubble rumbled as the wires snaked up from beneath it and began firing their own, slower-moving and slower firing, barrages of lasers. They were varied in effect. Some were yellow like the earlier one, shearing through the inorganic. Others fire different colors with a variety of effects. Some even fired metal columns that fell over almost immediately, crushing cars and buildings. "You were a distraction," Alexandria spoke. "Stay back and stay safe."

For a moment, you started to reel your power in. To smother her. Alexandria was breathing in your power. How could you not want to? She could be yours. She could join you. She wouldn't betray you and you would finally, finally have someone strong to protect you. Someone who wouldn't leave you. She could give you amazing power. Startling power. Enough power to make everyone yours. To make everyone-

She was gone. Alexandria was already soaring away and back into the fight against Ziz.

You breathed, every lungful of air shaking as it escaped from between your lips. After that, you checked your armband, the sound of laserfire a background noise as you looked at the timer.

Ten minutes left.

Simurgh relationship progress increased to 25%

Alexandria relationship progress increased to 33%.

Ursa Aurora relationship progress increased to 50%.

The battle is fresh. Few are injured. None are broken. The Simurgh is soon to unleash chaos.

[Location] Return to base camp

- 100% Chance

-- This will increase the time you can be within Ziz's bubble.

-- You are currently empty-handed.

[Location] Search Mall for people

- 75% Chance

-- You're likely to find capes

-- There's a lot of lasers over there.

[Location] Follow The Simurgh

-[Ziz] To use your power on her

-- 70% Chance

-- You will up your relationship with the Simurgh.

-- Is that a good thing!? Is that a SAFE thing!?

-[Ziz] To help the injured in her wake

-- 70% Chance

-- It is your job and she leaves destruction wherever she soars.

-- She is planning something and that is never a good thing. You could wind up at Ground Zero.

[Location] Explore Boston for people in need

- 60% Chance

-- You'll try to find people to help.

-- They could be a civilian or a cape.

[Location] Try to find...

-[Hunt] Name A Cape. Votes will not be counted for capes not present.

- ??% Chance

-- It's an Endbringer fight. The whole Protectorate is here. That means it's full of opportunity.

-- It's also an Endbringer fight. Which means death and danger are aplenty.

[Location] Write-in.

- ??% Chance

-- It can be anything you want Taylor to do at the fight.

-- You can even try to guess where Ziz is going and cut her off!

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Spoiler: Results and Danger Rolls

You hesitated, glancing back at the rubble and the multicolored laser light show that shown from it. Then you glanced at the Simurgh who was floating away from it all, uncaring about the destruction she caused. Your armband blared.

Hightide deceased. Astrologer down.

You shook your head. You had managed to draw her attention for a bit, maybe you could do so for a little bit longer? Buy time for others to rescue the injured or retreat to safety. Your armband had a little under ten minutes on its timer.

You hurried forward now that you'd recovered your breath. You followed after the Simurgh. It wasn't hard with the path of rubble and the ever visible spray and shower of rubble and objects that she hurled at all who followed her. All except for you, at least.

You followed after her, only to find the path zigged and zagged, spinning and moving in a continuous direction but swaying and curving along its way in a way that you could only think of as meandering. Like the Simurgh was stalling or not in a rush. Which, in a way, made sense. Battles against the Simurgh, as you knew from the briefings and just being a resident of Earth Bet, were about two things.

Speed and priority.

The longer the Simurgh was in an area, the more people she affected. The greater her range grew and the more people that were corrupted by her influence. They didn't become feral monsters but instead stayed as normal people. Living their lives. Until they one day blew up a church. Or shot up their place of employment. Or went on a spree of rape and cannibalism. Then, once they were done, they went back to their normal lives until some time that they reaped chaos again. Or maybe they would just keep acting like they did, shooting at first responders from an office building until they ran out of ammo or starved.

Leviathan could destroy cities. Behemoth killed the most heroes. Simurgh ruined hope. Ruined trust. Ruined places, people she… she just ruined.

It made sense that she was stalling and biding her time. The longer she was here, the more she could alter people. The more materials she could collect to build some doomsday device that would summon monsters from another world or create mega cancer.

The longer this fight went on, the worse it would get. You were barely over five minutes in and people were already starting to die and get hurt. At one point, you lost the Simurgh and as you jogged down the street, you saw people- normal people- running away.

You hoped they'd make it out in time. You wondered if you would. As you'd learned before, you were immune to the Simurgh's Song. Immune to her influence, She couldn't mind control but that didn't mean her song was without consequence. Your armband was unaware of that and once the timer hit zero, it would explode and kill you.

A chilling thought.

Passing roads of abandoned cars and partially destroyed buildings, you finally emerged to look at the Simurgh with a pair of cannons floating over her shoulders. They were still being constructed, both looked like cylinders with one side open, lines on them glowing in various colors. At least she was hovering in place though. That made it easier to catch up to her. Wires were telekinetically stuffed and altered as she finished them and blasted.

Highrise deceased.

The blast leveled a building as your armband blared. Then she spun, shooting it at the sky. You watched as various fliers bobbed and weaved between the twin cannons blasts. You were so caught up in it as you ran forward, feeling humanoid shapes pop into your cloud of influence that you almost missed something far more important.

A massive car sized piece of concrete flinging right towards you. You skidded to a halt, lifting your arms up in a feeble attempt to block what must've weighed at least a ton. Your eyes went shut as it flew.

It didn't hit you. Instead you felt someone land in front of you, reach a hand out… then you head what sounded like glass shattering and thunder booming along with a distinctive wooosh. You opened your eyes and saw your savior, a girl with stark white hair in a flowing black dress. She lowered the single hand that had wiped the boulder from existence. Her solid white eyes slowly fading to light blue as her lips- painted in black lipstick- spoke, "Pathetic. I expected more from a monster so reviled."

The girl was thin. Not thin like yourself- who was more aptly described as slender- but the malnourished kind of thin. Gaunt and clearly underfed. Still, she carried herself with an air of confident arrogance, chin tilted up as she glanced back at you and then turned to face the Simurgh. She ran forward, leaping before the sound of nails on a chalkboard and waves crashing filled your ears, white void and black light exploding out of her hands in a way that hurt to look at and hurt even more to think about. The explosion of wrongness flung her forward, towards the Simurgh.

You needed to remember to be more careful.

You hurried forward, gaining on the Simurgh. She popped into your range, her massive for was obvious. It was hard to distinguish between similar costumes at times- save for Laserdream who you could feel with a thought- but a fifteen foot, asymmetrical angel with seventeen wings?

Easy.

One of Ziz's cannons rotated, spinning horizontally as it moved to aim at you.

Then she fired.

Searing heat covered your body as the beam consumed you. It felt like an eternity but was over in an instant. You didn't seem hurt by it but…

But your clothes were on fire.

Thinking quick, you lunged to a side, rolling across the asphalt and filling your clothes with your Tailor power to get them to beat themselves out. In the end, they weren't destroyed and you suffered no burns, but they were singed and charred all over.

You stood up and the Simurgh was already flying away, faster this time. You could see the blasts of her cannons as you ran in her direction. Generally speaking, the Simurgh wasn't hard to find even without the map on your wrist-mounted communicator slash bomb. You could see an array of blasts and capes flowing after her.

You caught up to her as she hovered above a building and the barrel spun again, blasting you and you didn't have time to dodge it. She just shot too fast. Her cannons didn't turn but flicked to where her next target was. She had precognition to know how you were going to dodge. Avoiding them was impossible.

So, the blast hit you, freezing your legs in place as she drifted out of your range once more. You got out after a moment with your casper power.

A third time you caught up to her and she blasted, a blast that destroyed the clothing on your left arm, exposing more of your skin to the frigid Boston air. It didn't damage skin. A second blast a moment later flew you back, but your cape kept the ground from scratching you up.

You were out of breath by the sixth time you caught up to her, the scrapes from the one concussive blast was the most injured you got. The fourth time she had simply shot a beam that created a wall between the two of you. The fifth had been another laser, this one destroying the clothing on your other arm. At this point, you were tired, cold, and really wishing that Boston had mountains like Brockton to keep its climate more mild.

But no. Of course not.

With bare shoulders and bare arms save for the armband on your forearm, you jogged forward to see the Simurgh hovering in place looking in your direction. The game of cat and mouse was apparently over as she hovered in place. Without looking, a cannon swiveled and blasted someone a few roofs away from you.

A moment later, the building beneath her exploded into floating chunks of rubble before she descended down into it. Rubble, cars, and everything else flew from nearby structures to form a dome around her. Your armband stopped counting. It was at five minutes.

You knew, deep down, that something big was about to happen. You hurried over and with your power to you could feel something forming. Things being moved around within the bunker the Simurgh had hidden herself in. A moment later the crack your power had been using to seep in was plugged. Alexandria and Eidolon had landed to check things out.

Simurgh relationship progress increased by 10%. Current total is 35%.

Damsel of Distress relationship progress increased to 50%.

The Battle is Fresh. Few are Injured. None are Broken. Chaos is going to be unleashed.

[Action] Return to Base Camp

- 100% Chance

-- You are empty-handed

-- It will reset your Ziz timer to 15 minutes.

[Action] Rescue…

-[Rescue] Astrologer

-- 85% Chance

-- Your relationship with the rescuee will greatly improve.

-- They could be saved by others or die if you don't go. But if you pick this option and fail, someone else will be guaranteed to save the character you pick.

[Action] Wait for Ziz to emerge to use your power on her.

- 80% Chance

-- You'll be at ground zero of whatever she is about to unleash.

-- You'll be ready for her and have a good chance of using your power on her.

[Action] Use your power on..

-[Power] Who? (Not Ziz, she's the above option)

-- ??% Chance

-- You may pick anyone. If they're not in the current wave, they will be arriving fresh to the battle or you will return to base camp to see them if they are not joining the fight.

-- Characters who are not present for the fight (such as Parian) are not options and will be ignored.

[Action] Explore Boston for someone to save

- 65% Chance

-- Lots of people in Boston, mostly mundanes

-- But perhaps there are capes hiding in the city who haven't joined the fight.

[Action] Write-in

- ??% Chance

-- The world is your oyster

-- Provided your oyster is an action in Boston duing a Simurgh attack.

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Laserdream spun through the sky, weaving between yellow lasers with an outstretched hand. A ring formed around her wrist, a dozen motes appearing each six inches from her hand. They flickered into existence and immediately began firing, every mote releasing a scarlet beam.

The light blue bubble that encapsulated the turret glowed brightly, turning brighter shades of blue and then white in the hundreds of fractals. They stopped her beams in their tracks so Laserdream stopped her lasers.

She threw up her own shield, the yellow lasers colliding with the ruby forcefield. Her heart was thumming in her throat. Her forcefield was never strong, not like her mother's and nowhere near her brother's. It was simply how they worked. Her mother's lasers, flight, and forcefields were all balanced none particularly weak nor particularly strong. She specialized in her lasers, with far more control, precision, and power behind every blast and beam she unleashed. Her flight was the fastest of all of New Wave but she had hard controlling it. She couldn't turn on a dime like her brother nor could she perform the rolling maneuvers of Victoria.

At least, that was until last night.

The flurry of laser fire stopped and she spun in midair, zooming off in one direction and leaving a trail of instantly firing motes behind herself. The baseball sized spheres of light blasted beams. She dropped, placing the motes behind her but not letting them fire until she had made a complete loop around the winged endbringer.

Then, all at once, her lasers fired. It was an onslaught of beams and the fact that the Simurgh avoided almost all of them was such bullcrap. A wave of green fire lanced at her only to be blocked by a door that had been telekinetically ripped from a van.

Crystal had come home last night and had to go on patrol not long after. It wasn't unusual, she was a hero after all, but what was was the… sensation. It felt like a dam had broken or a screw had been loosened. It was akin to when Amy healed a pain that had been there for so long, the person forgot about it.

And then, she used her power and the sensation was gone. Like ripping through a shirt, the weightless heaviness had been shrugged away and she could do more.

She twirled, spinning in a maneuver that would've- should've- made her green around the gills. Instead, she weaved through a laser bolts as wires sprung their way up from beneath the rubble. She spun again, throwing up a barrier a second too soon. A yellow laser grazed her calf, shearing through her uniform and making her scream. The barrier fell and another, green laser hit her square in the side, throwing her up so that she didn't land amidst the rubble but on the city street.

A chunk of costume covering her leg was gone and the skin there was covered in a burnt pink section of skin, like a bad sunburn that had already started blistering. Where the green hit, on her left side, she could see her costume crumbling away and so was the area beneath it. Costume and skin turned to stone that was so unstable the faint gusts of wind were carrying it away. Some sort of stone-turning disintegration ray. It didn't hurt, though. THere was no way it could, the muscle and skin had turned to stone.

She pressed the button on her watch, "Green lasers turn you to stone where it passes through. It crumbles whenever you move but doesn't hurt." They already knew about the yellow. It erased inorganic material and caused organic material to get a nasty burn. It hadn't done so to the one cape it hit and nobody knew why.

The cape from Brockton that the Simurgh chased.

Laserdream floated up, looking in the distance where other capes were fighting.

Legend down.

She blinked at that, scanning but unable to find the Triumvirate member. Something felt wrong about this fight but the constant screaming in her mind made it hard to think about that. So instead, she went back to thinking about her power.

It had been upgraded. Somehow, someway, she'd had a second trigger. It had gotten rid of her motion sickness when she flew, made her shields hardier, and let her summon lights that could shoot her lasers with a thought.

She held her crumbling side, knowing that Panacea could fix it as she floated up, baseball orbs of crimson light appearing in the sky all around her. A dozen. Three dozen. Four. Until the air around her was polkadotted with scarlet light that glowed she raised a hand and as she shot a laser from it, all her motes fired at once.

They all missed as the Simurgh casually spun to the right.

"Laserdream, you're time is almost up. Fall back."

It was her mom on the armband, telling her that. Her mom who was probably watching a feed of the fight from a distance.

Her mom who would have a hundred questions once this Endbringer battle was over.

Ashley threw herself forward on explosions that clawed at reality, warping gravity and crinkling spacetime. She pressed a hand behind her, flinging herself through the air at high speeds. Both hands were outstretched behind her, fingers bent to maximize the size of the blast. She bounced, moving like a pingpong ball being flung by her explosions of wrongness. Ashley moved, aiming an arm higher to propel herself downwards. It sent her spinning, spinning so that she could land with one hand pointed at an incoming boulder.

Her blast consumed it, deleting the chunk of concrete from existence.

Ashley scoffed, shaking her head and speaking the word "Pathetic" to describe the paltry attack. She glanced backwards at the girl she'd saved. A cute girl dressed in a red skirt with a black corset, black thigh-high boots and a tattered red cloak. It was a nice look. Her slender figure was alluring in its own way and her long, curly black hair was something that Ashley found attractive in a partner.

Black was, as everyone knew, the best color.

Ashley stared at her with her own pale white eyes. She knew what she looked like. She looked powerful. A long black dress that hugged her form with solid white eyes. Long, white hair flowing to her lower back. She was intimidating as she should rightly be. She was akin to a wolf among sheep, deeming to fight against the cougar that slunked its way into her city.

Well, what was once her city. Back during the Boston games where she crushed those who would dare oppose her beneath her heel.

She strode forward, her black dress tattering behind.

Back then, she had minions to serve her. She'd even fallen for one of them, only to be betrayed. That was why she could never trust again. The black ink of betrayal had forever tainted her withered husk of a heart.

Placing a hand behind her and tightening her fingers to keep from hitting the attractive girl behind her, she launched herself back into the air. Back into the fight.

Landing near the Simurgh she threw a hand out to the side.

"Simurgh! You dare intrude here! You dare attempt to destroy the city that I once claimed as my own? This city is mine and I won't let you or any other pathetic excuse for life try and take it from me. Mark my name and tremble in fear, for I am the Damsel of Distress and I shall-"

A telephone pole batted Ashley away, sending her flying back towards base camp.

Blasto glanced at the monitor. They had a few of them spread throughout and one for each medical tent. Blasto was what was called a 'wet' tinker. One of the tinkers that specialized in working with living things rather than machinery. His specialization was minions. Building and constructing lifeforms out of things like tissue samples, dna, or any living material that he could get his hands on.

And he had damned this city.

Blasto had a number of rules that he carried out. A number of things that he did to keep himself from getting too big or too dangerous. He didn't make things that could think for themselves to avoid both the moral implications of such things and runaway minions. He didn't connect himself to larger organizations. He didn't like the government nor did he like the idea of being beneath anyone. He was part of a team- Blastgerm- but it was less of an organized thing and more of a group of likeminded individuals. There was no hierarchy. Most importantly, though, he intentionally made all of his creations sterile.

Blasto knew what happened if you were an S-class threat and he did not want a kill order. He just wanted to live his life how he wanted to.

So, he had his rules.

Casually, without even thinking, he placed the arm on the cape. It was like a mannequin's arm, fleshy, and the moment it attached to the missing limb, it attached itself and began to shift to match the man's skin color before going limp.

There would be a numb feeling for the next three minutes.

The tinker washed his hands, letting the blood on it get washed into the nutrient vat. It converted inorganic materials into base nutrients needed for a living thing. In addition, it had moss hooked into it that supplied it with a way to synthesize energy. It wasn't for him- save for the limbs he was growing in it- moreso for Panacea who was carrying buckets of the nutrient soup to heal various patients.

Blasto paused as he stepped out, remembering what he'd done to the city he called home just by being here. It was a little known fact- more of a theory, really. A rumor passed around through Toybox of something some tinkers had heard from some thinkers who had been at a Simurgh fight. Blasto had a worrying, sinking feeling it was true.

That the Simurgh was a tinker who copied the tinker abilities of those who were in her area. That if shew as exposed to a tinker's device she could build a bigger, better version of it. That she was as good of a tinker as everyone else in the surrounding area put together plus one. That was the rumor. That the Simurgh was a 'you but better' to every Tinker. Which worried Blasto because he knew his own power. He knew his own potential. The Simurgh was an S-Class threat. A threat that needed all hands on deck to deal with, where capes from all over would come into fight and stop it, villains and heroes alike.

Blasto knew that he was also an S-Class threat, if he let himself break his rules. If he did what he could do instead of what he should do. He knew he was a potential S-class threat, just like the Simurgh.

That wasn't what scared him. It sometimes did, when he worried that some member of Watchdog would figure it out and he'd finally get the kill order he had feared for so, so long. That wasn't why the city was damned though. That was a distant fear.

No, something far more worrying was going on.

Blasto was currently trembling because of something far, far more concerning than his own safety.

Blasto was shaken to his core for a single, terrifying reason as he stared at the monitor displaying the ongoing battle.

The Simurgh was inside his lab.

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The Simurgh was locked away, doing something. Protecting herself and whatever twisted creation she was building. And here you were, staring at it like an idiot. You tried to press your power in, to try and slither your smog into the cracks and crevices to get a glimpse of whatever it was.

But you couldn't. The Simurgh had pressed and squeezed metal so tight that it was airtight, keeping your power out and letting her work on whatever she was doing. Various capes pounded at the concrete, blasted at it, and tried to work around it but as they did so, a telekinetic storm of rubble, cars, and other things spun around carried by powerful, invisible winds. They hammered as they orbited the angel's shell, pounding at anyone who tried to hit it and landing to fill in any holes that people managed to make.

It wasn't impenetrable, but trying to break in would be a challenge. Alexandria hovered in the distance, sizing up the defense just like you were.

There was nothing you could do against it other than wait and watch. You didn't have a power in your meager arsenal to break through her defenses and it was sealed well enough that your gas couldn't slither in to find out what it was. You couldn't prepare for it or help anyone else get ready for whatever disaster the Simurgh was about to release.

So it was better to focus on what you could do. You had your trio of lesser powers then you had your main power. Your desire-inducing gaseous energy. You let it out, stealing a glance at Alexandria who's head shifted, the motion might've been her looking away from you. It might've just been catching her at the end of looking around.

You could feel her in your power. You let it roll out, feeling everyone else.

It poured into cracks and buildings, through the vents of cars abandoned on the street that hadn't yet been pulled into Ziz's storm. It rolled across the rubble of buildings she'd destroyed.

And you felt someone. In the cracks between buildings where your power slipped in, amidst the rubble, you felt someone pressing and, the rise and fall of breath as someone breathed in your power.

You ran, hurrying across chunks of concrete. Your cape acted almost like a third limb, flicking out and stiffening to stop you from falling. You made your way across the remnants of a collapsed building and saw it. A hand sticking up, an arm attached to it, disappearing beneath more rubble.

Alright. Okay. You're search and rescue. You searched, now it's time to rescue. You moved, going to place your hands on the boulder and heaved, your feet slid in the rubble and the rubble shifted at best. You adjusted again, turning to press your back on it and trying to push.

Nothing.

Alright, that didn't work one bit.

You took a deep breath and moved, glancing around. Maybe you could find a cape to help you? Someone else with super strength or some kind of power that would help you out and let you free whomever it was beneath this massive chunk of rubble.

"Wave One, I need you to fall back to base," Dragon's voice announced which gave you an idea. You glanced at your armband. The map displayed the local surface like an overhead map that had been converted to green, darker where it was lower and brighter where it was higher up. From where you were, you could see a yellow blip that showed you and a blue blip showing capes in the area around you. Notably, though, was the blip that was slightly overlapped with yours. You poked it and it showed the name of whomever was beneath it. Astrologer. Biting your lip, you pressed the button to talk.

"This is Ishtar. Astrologer is stuck beneath rubble and I can't move it. Can someone help?" You read off the coordinates on your armband before waiting, trying to push it again and failing to.

You and this Astrologer were both part of the first wave. The wave that was being called back due to exposure. If you couldn't rescue this person and stayed, you would die. If you couldn't rescue her then she would die too. If you stayed here and tried to rescue her, you'd both die.

Your foot bounced as a shadow overtook you. You felt it in your power, a girl three stories tall with no wings. The Simurgh must've- you turned and saw a giantess, thirty feet tall in valkyrie armor with a closed face helmet. Her figure was only describable as sexy, with measurements that porn stars would pay millions for.

She bent down and picked up the rubble like you would pick up a pebble, tossing it away off to the side.

Fenja or Menja, a cape from your city. You wondered if your power would be more effective against her if she was bigger. You didn't get the chance as she immediately left your zone after giving you a wave. She was probably smirking behind that helmet.

God damn playboy nazi.

You shook your head. You were pretty sure you were supposed to call in movers to come and help her but… you needed to leave the zone anyways. Even if the Simurgh wasn't currently singing her song, you had no clue how far that song had spread. Looking down at her, the Astrologer was dressed in a black skinsuit beneath a black-purple hooded robe pocked with stars, lines filled in to show the constellations stitched onto it. A black mask covered her face but the black skinsuit showed off her busty figure. You put your arms beneath her shoulders, noticing how one of her legs was far, far too flat. You heaved, groaning as you lifted her up with arms and your cape.

So, with Astrologer slung over your shoulders, your tattered cape acting like both a support for her and a bed, you made your way out of the rubble and hurried along the streets. Every step was more of a lumber and it was slow going. Astrologer's arm dangling in front of you let you catch a glance at the timer ticking down again. You could feel capes flowing in both directions, capes who were ordered to fall back being replaced with those of the second wave. You glanced around, catching Glory Girl and other members of New Wave. You huffed out breaths… until you saw another familiar form.

"God damn shit heel motherfuckers got me on fucking shit sweeping duty," Skidmark stated as he walked along the sidewalk, dropping blue zones on the floor. You saw capes stepping onto it and zooming along the sidewalk. "Fuckin' Jim crow-ass labor law cutting deals bullshit."

You adjusted, using all your strength to set Astrologer down and turn her around, leaning her against your back and struggling forward with your cape coiled around her like a cocoon. You stepped onto the blue area and felt an invisible force shoving you forward. Like being caught in the undertow or shoved down a wind tunnel you were moved along.

You were spit out at the edge of town, seeing the PRT already setting up a perimeter around the road and spreading out. It felt like you were trying to cross the border as you lugged yourself forward, adjusting your grip on Astrologer for a third time as you hurried along.

You fell towards the base of the hill and forced yourself up again, your leg aching and burning with every step as you felt a ghost bear nudge your side, you glanced to it and shifted, laying the girl across it and letting it carry her the rest of the way.

"Thanks. You should really call for someone to carry her next time, though." Ursa Aurora said, jogging away as you dropped to lay on your back and stare at the smoke and dusty filled sky.

You had a growing sinking feeling that Boston was going to be lost. Your muscles burned, your lungs heaved for every breath, and the fight was still only beginning. You let your power wash over the camp, feeling everyone moving around. You could feel the spark of Sophia moving around in the area. Laserdream was still in the direction of the fight but her flight would let her leave faster so she could afford to fight longer.

A man in a PRT uniform walked over, handing you a water bottle which you took. You nodded to the thin PRT man and flashed him a smile before taking a few long drinks from your bottle. It was empty before you knew it. You forced yourself to stand up and went to the basecamp. Tents arrayed sporadically, spread based on color. Green tents for capes to wait in with heaters that some capes who weren't dressed for the weather huddled around. You wanted to join them but… there were the white tents with bandages being ran into and out of. The medical tents. You saw a third, black tents with a lot of wires going into it. There was only one of those and it was far, far larger than any of the others. The helicopters had stopped flying and you could see people sitting on them. Most capes who weren't in the fight were watching it. Displays were spread across the area with people watching them. You joined them, walking up to stare at the mish-mash, rubble and metal shell that the Simurgh had buried herself in.

Just as soon as you walked close to a tv, you could see it explode. Shrapnel flying and various capes shouting. Your armband blared in unison with all the others.

Southern Belle down. Behinder down. Third League deceased.

The dust cleared as you caught a glimpse of Laserdream turning to fly back. Your attention wasn't on her though. It was on the things crawling out of the dust and rubble of the building. A stream of what looked like animals but… wrong.

They looked like green panthers covered in bark-like plating, tufts of fur poking from between the plates. They sprinted out, their mouths more akin to that of a sabertooth with jagged bone and drooling a mix of blood and sap. Something like a cross between a bear, an armadillo, and a cactus walked among them, they were the size of a truck and moved like gorillas. The Simurgh drifted up with them, a cannon floating above either of her shoulders as she lifted, arms outstretched as if to show off her plant-animal-monster hybrids.

The game just changed.

Astrologer relationship progressed to 75%

The Battle is raging. Few are injured. Some are broken. Chaos is unleashed.

[Action] Use your power on Ziz

- 80% Chance

-- You'll have to get back to Ziz

-- Who knows what she has planned next.

[Action] See if you can get your armband removed

- 60% Chance

-- You will have to explain your Simurgh power immunity

-- Which could get some attention

[Action] See if you can help in the medical tent.

- 85% Chance

-- You could be a supply runner for someone, maybe?

-- At least you won't have to deal with the chaos going on in the city.

[Action] Use your power on...

-[Find] Who? (Not The Simurgh)

-- ??% Chance

-- You may pick anyone. If they're not in the current wave, they will be arriving fresh to the battle or you will return to base camp to see them if they are not joining the fight.

-- Characters who are not present for the fight (such as Parian) are not options and will be ignored.

[Action] Go fight against the Plantimal horde

- 70% Chance

-- You've never fought someone before.

-- But they could probably use a hand.

[Action] Write-in

- ??% Chance

-- The world is your oyster

-- Provided your oyster is an action in Boston duing a Simurgh attack.

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Every minute that ticked by was two minutes you seemed to get back on the armband. But, by the time you'd managed to rescue the Astrologer and regained your stamina from a bottle of water and looking around, you'd already gotten back up to fifteen. You looked around. Wave 1 hadn't been called to go out again but…

You went ahead and jogged over to where the next group was preparing to head out. There was an air of anxiety around them as you jogged up.

"Are you ready to go back in?" A woman asked you with a bit of suspicion in her voice. It wasn't suspicion like she suspected you of being Zizzed but more the sort of concerned suspicion of a parent who saw a kid pushing themself too hard.

You didn't feel like you were. You felt great. Well, as great as you could be going into round two against the Simurgh.

You glanced over at the woman talking and recognized her immediately, if not because of the curves that could kill then because of the exposed face. Her blonde hair was cut into a bob and her eyes were familiar, the same kind of blue as Victoria. It was her mom, after all. Carol Dallon. Brandish.

"Yup. I'm good." You said with a grin which earned a lowered eyebrow as she looked at you. Her gaze went back to the walk ahead. "You… You don't have a quick ride to the front I could get on?"

"I don't think you should go back to the fight," Brandish stated, head held high and face forward but her eyes looking at you from the side. "I think you need more rest. You look beat up."

You could feel the wind on your now-bare shoulders. On the side where a laser had shorn your clothes away. The minor snags where the ground had dirtied your clothes or cape but not damaged it. The cloth wasn't that cheap. "I can fight still."

The woman- Brandish- shook her head before going to step onto a forcefield. A forcefield carried by Narwhal. You tried not to stare as you gulped and your eyes kept flicking back to the heroine. The bare flesh beneath the layers of almost crystalline forcefield that were thin enough in spots it looked like there was nothing at all. A massive crystal-like horn sprouted from her forehead. You stepped on the forcefield too.

Brandish was quiet now, evidently done talking as you, her, Narwhal, and about seven other capes sailed into the battle. You looked at the floating form of Ziz hovering above the hordes of monsters that still spewed from where she had buried herself. She pointed the right cannon at you and it flared before a blast shot out. You threw your hands up in a futile attempt at shielding yourself but it was unnecessary. You could feel a sliver of your power's gas disappeared as a forcefield replaced it, blocking the beam.

You were there at the front in what felt like moments. Narwhal landed on the rooftop where various capes were firing down. The plant-animal hybrids were either too dumb or simply couldn't go up to the rooftops. Some capes, though, fought down below. Brandish hopped down where she joined the fight with a girl in some kind of white karate outfit and a half dozen others. You breathed out as you glanced towards where you felt the Simurgh within your power.

The fifteen foot tall, porcelain angel was staring right at you. Fifteen wings spread out and both cannons leveled at you.

Well shit.

The left one stayed pointed at you but it didn't fire. The right one swiveled, slamming an orange laser into the chest of one of the thirty foot tall twins that were currently swinging at her and missing. That twin plummeted, still massive as she fell and you saw an explosion of dust getting kicked up before you saw her leg disappear from view as she shrank back down to normal size.

Fenja down.

That answered the question of which twin it was. Thankfully, though, that provided you with ample opening to slip in and bathe the Simurgh in your power. It swallowed her and the right cannon spun again, the colors along its sides changing color before it blasted you with a blue blast of energy.

You didn't feel any different as everything around you zoomed. You felt a hand touch your shoulder before its wielder ran away, moving far too far for you to see. After a few seconds it was gone but everyone was standing in different spaces. The plant-animal horde had pushed the capes fighting them back through sheer numbers. Some capes were gone and replaced by others. You could feel the Simurgh fire her right cannon at the left before it spun again, cannon pointed toward Menja who blocked it while Alexandria flew in to get a nice right hook on the Simurgh's face.

You stumbled back, breathing heavy as you looked around for something or somewhere to go. You tightened your power around Ziz, forcing more around and into the giant endbringer. You squeezed, like you had done with Crystal and Sabah and all the others, trying to get your power as densely around her as possible.

She leveled her cannon at you and you leapt to the side, not in time to stop the top half of one of your knee-high shoes from getting erased in the blast. You rolled, scraping your arms in the process. The blast and your jump had made you wind up on an adjacent building and you looked down, seeing the fight between bark-covered panthers and various heroes. You watched as the girl in the gi sidestepped one and threw a punch into its jaw, making its neck snap.

It didn't kill it, it only earned her a hissing noise that you could hear from way up on the rooftop. You could feel the Simurgh moving and adjusted your power to keep her in range. Which wasn't really an issue since she was moving towards you.

Oh shit.

She was moving towards you!

By the time you realized she was hovering in front of the building you stood on. She reached a hand out to grab you and you stumbled back a few steps to avoid her grasp. The other hand moved, trying to scoop you towards the first only to be blocked as a person landed in front of it.

Blonde with a busty chest, wide hips, and an ass that you were far too scared to steal a peak at, it was a familiar girl. Glory Girl- Victoria Dallon- whom you'd met before but never had any real private one-on-one time with. This… probably didn't count considering she didn't know who you were and there was a giant monster trying to… kidnap you? Grab you? Who knows.

The other hand moved to snatch you but stoppped as the Simurgh flew back away, going a dozen feet back. You let your power billow out as another girl landed on your other side. Dressed like she was part of a school band with a rabbit mask that hid her face. She spun a rapier in her hand and pointed it at the Simurgh.

"Let's dance, bird." Then she lunged. You couldn't hear the screech of the Simurgh's song but you saw Glory Girl wince. You turned to look at the fight, watching as the bunny-masked girl bounced between the rubble that Ziz threw, hopping from one to another. She flicked her rapier through one, it passed through the rubble like it wasn't there and left a trail that looked like pastel waterpaint that spread before exploding, reducing the car to shrapnel that bounced off the buildings harmlessly.

"We… We should go," Glory Girl said before grabbing you and flying away from the fight. Unlike Alexandria, she knew how to carry a girl. She scooped you up and carried you bridal style. You felt your body pressing against her, ignoring her ample chest resting on you, and she set you down a few rooftops away from the fight. The Simurgh was out of your range but it wouldn't be hard to get her back in. "Jeez, that girl's insane."

You followed Victoria's gaze to the bunny-masked girl bouncing between rubble, slashing at it and trying to work her way towards the Simurgh. It was a tug of war that was a stalemate, but the Simurgh was fighting Eidolon and Alexandria while it happened.

You could help. Draw some attention away so some of them could land some good hits… but on the other hand, Fenja had been knocked down and Menja was being harassed by Ziz, kept from saving her counterpart. You didn't know if they were twins or if one was a projection of the other but… But Fenja needed help. You had a feeling those plant-animal-things wouldn't ignore her just because she was unconscious.

You had no clue what to do. But you had 10 minutes left before you had to return to base.

Simurgh relationship progress increased by 25%. It is currently 60%.

Glory Girl's Loyalty increased by 1.

March's relationship increased by 33%.

The Battle is raging. Few are injured. Some are broken.

[Action] Use your power on Ziz

- 85% Chance

-- She is right there

-- Who knows what she has planned

[Action] Rescue...

- [Rescue] Fenja

--80% Chance

-- She is surrounded by monsters and unconscious.

-- But someone else in S must've seen her fall, right?

[Action] Use your power on...

-[Find] Who? (Not The Simurgh)

-- ??% Chance

-- You may pick anyone. If they're not in the current wave, they will be arriving fresh to the battle or you will return to base camp to see them if they are not joining the fight.

-- Characters who are not present for the fight (such as Parian) are not options and will be ignored.

[Action] Go fight against the Plantimal horde

- 70% Chance

-- You've never fought someone before.

-- But they could probably use a hand.

[Action] Write-in

- ??% Chance

-- The world is your oyster

-- Provided your oyster is an action in Boston duing a Simurgh attack.

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