A/N A Stark contrast to reality
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SonicTundra: I'm thinking about it. Only issue is that in order to save space on my computer I delete each word document after I post. So I would have to copypaste every chapter.
One, by, one.
She knows most of her zones. Aside from the obvious one, her zones are, the base of her tail, the insides of her wrists, her boney points of her hips, the nape of her neck, and the points just under her jaw.
It is and isn't a bio thing. She can tell where the cluster of nerves are, but also some things just set some people off for some reason.
Kaykaykaykayan: Ha! Fire pun.
Redburndragon: It's explicitly stated that parahumans are treated different to regular people where the law is concerned. It's why Triumph isn't allowed to participate in official sports. And why Canary was muzzled and not allowed to testify for her entire trial and no one saw fit to speak up over it.
Also why Amy was sent straight to the Birdcage the moment her powers backfired despite being a minor and having clearly gone through a mental breakdown as opposed to having done anything with criminal intent.
DancingLeaf: Sorry 'bout that. And I agree, the dubstep gun would be awesome. But not for Kitsu.
I don't know what the cage order is. And I couldn't find it in the wiki so I'm assuming it's fanon.
LancsKid: She most definitely is one, really bad day away from going full villain. But not everyone sees and/or agrees with that assessment.
And you're right. The 9 are still out there.
Gogmazios: You're welcome, and thanks! I think the picture is perfect. Minus the eye color.
Chaosrin: Yeah, this thing really flew away from me. I just started writing and didn't stop.
In regards to the perk Fan Service, it's nothing bad. She's just less likely to suffer major wardrobe malfunctions. Unless her clothes are just, destroyed, she'll always be able to conveniently maintain her modesty. And Love At First sight is explained when it starts getting used. It's a very weak master power.
Also I sent you a PM that has a more fleshed out answer, but I'm posting this in case you didn't get it.
Casanova5424: YOU SIR! I want you to know that your little comment, "Aw, AB are having a little misdemeanor." Has been living in my head RENT FREE since you posted it!
Also Crystal has fanart. Just google "Laserdream Worm"
Also I'm 100% probably going to use that idea.
Aren Gisly: That she is! YW!
RadChaos897: Long time no read! Yeah, FFN has been buggy as all hell for the last month. The viewer stats for stories have been down since September. And the email notifications have been down since Oct. 10.
I have a few characters from other media that get referenced in this chapter. So that should keep you on your toes.
You should prepare that cloning machine. I don't see you lasting long.
Kitsu and Missy's relationship fluffiness mostly comes from the fact that Kitsu's love language is touch. And Missy, being the curious and love starved preteen she is, is all for that. Missy's love language is talk, which is why she constantly goes of on tangents in her head about how much she loves Kitsu, she just doesn't have the confidence to voice most of what she feels, when she does though, it catches Kitsu off guard.
Crystal and Firebreather? Oh yeah, she's gunning him down. It's just a matter of time.
The thing about attracting Case 53's is that there genuinely aren't many. It was specifically stated in canon that despite them being such a well known phenomenon. The number of Case 53's in North America doesn't even reach a hundred. Parahumans and overall tourists though? Oh yeah.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Tuesday, April 27th, Arcadia High-
-Biology Class-
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Kitsu POV
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Mrs. Kindley stopped me before leaving again.
"What's up?" I ask jovially. "Need something?"
She rests her head in her hands, chin on the back of her knuckles, and smiles sweetly.
"Actually, I want to give you something." She says lightly. "I received a neat package yesterday that I think you'll enjoy. Also, I saw that your plants got approved by the PRT. I'm interested in Helianthus Eclipsis especially." She says as she leans back and sits up.
"What packages?" I ask. "And I can't really give you access to the Eclipse Flowers, they're delegated as being meant to be handled by certified professionals only."
Unfortunate. But they are electric generators with little to no safety installments.
She goes over to the side of the room and unlocks a beige metal cabinet.
"A shame then. I'll just have to wait for more papers to be published then." She says as she opens the cabinet. She grabs two plastic containers with green lids.
"Remember a bit ago? When we talked about my Coleopterist friend?" She says as she walks over to place the containers on the desk.
I forgot. But the reminder, as well as the two containers, get me excited.
"Are those Bombardier Beetles?!" I ask excitedly as I put my hands on the desk and lean down to look at the little buggers.
She laughs a little at my enthusiasm.
"Only one of them is. This one is an American Bombardier beetle." She says pointing to the orange beetle with a black back. "And this one is the Ironclad beetle." She says, pointing to the bumpy black beetle.
The little bumpy one is so cute!
"Can I keep them?!" I ask excitedly.
"Of course." She says. "Now hurry along. I'm sure you have things you want to do and I have papers to grade."
I carefully take the plastic containers and make my way out. Not wanting to hold her up, and more than a little eager to play with, I mean study, my new bugs.
"Thank you!" I shout back as I leave.
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-Dallon House, 12:30
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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This is, new.
"Who's a cute little indestructible bug?" Kitsu coos at the beetle crawling across the coffee table. "You are! Yes you are!"
She starts rubbing its back with her finger. As though she were petting it.
"Soooo." I draw out. "What's this?"
"His name is Kratos." She says defensively. "He's my little friend!"
I have, several, questions now.
"Okay, why is a bug your friend? And why Kratos?" I ask.
She picks it up and places it in the open palms of her hands, then brings it up to nuzzle it before setting it down in the little plastic container.
"Firstly, because I can and because he's cute!" She says with a pout. "Secondly, his name is Kratos because nothing can break him." She says with wide, serious eyes.
"Okay? And what about the other one?" I ask, pointing to the other container.
"Oh, that one? His name's Bakugo. Because he's a mean little terrorist." She says with a glare towards the bug. "He blasted me when I tried to pick him up!"
"Blasted?" I ask in slight concern.
"He's a Bombardier beetle." She says looking back to me. "He tried to blast me. But the little piece of crap doesn't know that heat doesn't hurt me." She says smugly.
"Then why are you upset at him?" I ask.
"It's still rude!" She says with a pout.
"Right." I say. "Where do you keep finding these things?" I ask with genuine curiosity.
"Well, these two were given to me by my biology teacher Mrs. Kindley." She says. "All the other bugs in the container in my room are ones I found and experimented on."
I don't go in her room. So I didn't know there were bugs in there.
"As long as your being safe about it." I concede.
"I am. I'm going to my room, tell PanPan I'll be in their studying these guys."
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-Downtown Suburbs, 1pm-
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Ethan "Assault" POV
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I march up the three steps of our house. Jaime had called me while I was at work and told me to come home early. She called off saying she had a few things that needed attention.
I didn't say anything to that. It's what she says when her time of the month cramps get too bad so I didn't press the issue. As a precautionary measure I did stop by the store and buy a box of chocolates though. Tea too.
"Jaime? You good?" I say as I walk in the house. "I bought chocolate."
"In the living room!" I hear her say from across the house.
I start my trek through the main hall to said living room. It's honestly rather bland and sparsely decorated. Only a few pictures hung up here and there. But that's fine, we don't usually have guests and rarely spend much time here. We're both practically married to our job so this house really just serves as a break room of sorts.
"Hey sweetie." I say tentatively, not wanting to step on the possible landmine. "I got chocolate! Dark! And ginger tea!" I say excitedly and shake the bag.
"Um, thanks but um." She says as I notice her appearance. "I think you should sit down."
Normally she'd be laying down on the couch in her pj's under a blanket with the fan on. Hair messily strewn about as she flips through channels. Instead she's fully dressed and sitting up. Hair in a side swept ponytail. Hands together in her lap as she twiddles her thumbs with a worried look.
"Um, kay?" I say slowly as I set the bag down.
I sit down next to her and contemplate what this could be about.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"I'm fine, but. Well, how do you feel about kids?" She asks suddenly.
"Love'em." I say with a shrug. "You know that."
She bites her lip with what looks like anticipation. Her worried look not leaving.
"Well, I, how would you feel about looking after one? Like, long term?" She asks.
"What, like babysitting?" I ask. "Wouldn't mind, I babysat my little brother all the time."
I kind of had to. Dad ducked out on us and left mom on her own. When mom was out working her second job on the night shift, after working her first during the day. I was the only one there for little Nate.
"Something like that." She says. "What if, we, had a kid?"
"I'd love nothing more!" I say with a smile. "I could teach them all my tricks, and how I managed to score such a hot wife." I say grandly as I wrap an arm around her shoulder and give a little eyebrow wiggle.
"Oh? By strong arming them into spending damn near every waking moment with you, and then never leaving them alone until they decide to give you a date out of sheer pity?" She says with false hostility.
At least, I hope it's false.
"Worked for me didn't it?" I say with a smirk as I lean back.
"You're lucky I love you." She says with a small smile.
"Luck ain't got nothing to do with it Puppy." I say as I reach for the remote.
We're silent for a bit as I surf through channels. Content to just spend the day with her doing nothing.
"Ethan, I'm pregnant." She says out of nowhere
I zone out as my brain goes into the nothing box and I drop the remote.
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"Come again?" I say, and my voice definitely didn't crack.
"I'm pregnant. I found out just yesterday." She says with a worried smile. "Surprise!"
"You're serious?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"B-but when? How!?" I ask as my mind races. "We always used protection and nev-ooooh." I say as I remember a few weeks ago.
Heh, that was the best sex ever. And I learned that she gets very frisky when she's high.
"Yeah." She says with a small laugh as she brushes some hair from her face. "So, uh, we can't really uh, do that again like we planned. Not sure if the brownies will be bad for the baby."
'I'm gonna be a dad.' I think to myself.
"I'm gonna be a dad." I think out loud.
"Yep!" She says excitedly.
I grab her and stand up, holding her up as she laughs and locks her legs around my waist.
"Oh I can't wait!" I laugh out.
"I'm so glad your happy!" She says as she starts crying. "I was so worried you'd be upset or ask me to-"
I cut her off with a kiss.
"Never!" I say and hold her close. "Puppy I love you so much. A child? Yours and mine?" My words are failing me, for once I'm being left speechless.
So I pull back and give her a deep kiss to get my point across. We're locked like that for a bit before we separate for air. Both of us giving nervous chuckles.
"I love you too honey." She says with a smile as tears stream down her face.
"And I love you!" I say and heft her up to address our unborn child.
"Ethan, they're not even more than a few cells." She laughs.
"Don't let her talk to you like that~" I coo towards her tummy. "I love you no matter how developed you are."
I plant a kiss on her tummy for good measure.
"Stop!" She giggles. "You know I'm ticklish!"
"We need to call your dad!" I say with sudden realization as I hoist her back down in front of me. "And my brother! And we'll need to set up an appointment with the doctor and get ultrasounds! We'll need to find a room for the baby and-!"
"Ethan!" Jaime yells. "Calm down. We have time, we can set up an appointment later." She says as she starts running her fingers through my hair. "The ultrasounds can come later, and we literally have three unused rooms in the house."
She plants a small kiss on my lips.
"Yeah, you're right." I say as I sit down. "What about calling your dad?"
"We can do that later." She says as she pushes me to the side and down onto the couch. "For now, let's just enjoy a lazy day."
I hold her as she turns herself around and nestles her head under my chin.
"Sure thing Puppy." I say and hold her as I dream of our new family.
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-Law Firm, 3pm-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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Filing the papers away, I look through the rest of my papers and references. I'm currently working on a high profile case, high paying too. A long time employee of a mall retail chain has had a total of seventeen sexual assault complaints, seven assault complaints, and twelve ethics complaints. All swept under the rug because she has a severance package and firing her would cost the business too much. She fucked up because her most recent complaint file, a sexual assault on a man forty years her junior and married. Is the police chiefs nephew.
So yeah, she's definitely getting fired and charged for all the sexual assaults. And the business is being charged for all the complaints they covered up.
Not my usual type of case, but it's high paying and the last high paying case I had was a few months ago. So this is welcome.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"Mrs. Dallon! You have a visitor!" On of the office intern sounds out.
"Hm?" I hum questioningly as I look up from the files.
I'm not expecting anyone, and my meeting with Tyree is tomorrow.
"Who is it?" I ask.
"Um, you wouldn't believe me if I said." The intern says as she opens the door. "You should really just come to the front end."
Now I'm suspicious.
"I'm busy." I say as I go back to my files. "Tell them that if it's important they can come in here or make an appointment."
"Um, okay." She says nervously.
I call on my energy, ready to make a spear. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to target me at work. Well, it'd be the second. But still.
I keep my ear out and my phone to the side ready to speed dial Mark. And oddly enough, I hear a lot of photography flashes. And a cacophony of people.
As a man in a black suit opens the door I watch in shock as Anthony Stark walks in. Multibillion dollar CEO of Stark Industries. The number one supplier to the military, police, and PRT.
"Hey there, Brandish? Or Carol? Which do you prefer?" He says as he takes a seat in front of me, clasping his hands together and crossing his legs.
"Mrs. Dallon will do." I say tentatively as I get over my shock.
"Formal then, I can work with that. Not my preference but to each their own." He says as he takes off his sunglasses and puts them away. "So, I'll get right to the point. New Wave, I'm here with a proposition."
'Jesus Christ.' I think in exasperation. 'When will it end?'
"Alright, lets hear it." I say cautiously.
"Perfect." He says with a confident smile. "I'd like to spearhead New Wave's expansion into New York. With me at the head in New York City."
'What?' I think in astonishment.
"I'm sorry Mr. Stark." I say as I reel in my surprise and refer back to my professional persona. "But I'm going to need you to elaborate on that."
"Not much to elaborate, I'm interested in seeing New Wave expand. And I want to be apart of it." He says. "Do you happen to recall my kidnapping a bit ago?"
'How could I not?' I think sarcastically. It was all over the news that Anthony Stark had died in a weapons test gone wrong. When out of nowhere he showed up in a New York airport, bruised, malnourished, and with a hell of a story to tell.
"I do recall hearing of such. May I ask what this has to do with expanding New Wave into New York?" I ask.
"Really hammering in on the professional act huh?" He snides. "Well, you could say I had a bit of a revelation while stuck in that cave. And I learned how to forge my own escape."
"Please Mr. Stark, speak frankly." I say. "I have work to get back to and don't have time to piece together double speak."
He loses his confident smile in favor of a bored look.
"Alright, I tried to play along." He says under his breath. "The group that kidnapped me had it in their heads that the CEO of a military provider company would know how to make said military equipment. So, they locked me in a cave and forced me to make weapons. Never realizing that I don't know how to make weapons. I won't go into details but one thing led to another and I triggered. And I gave them a live demonstration of the weapons they wanted. I then made my way back to civilization where I bartered and begged for enough money to get home." He says with a frown. "Didn't take long, the biggest hang-up was the language barrier. After that, you know the rest."
"So, you're a cape?" I say more than ask.
"Parahuman, super human, not a cape yet. But yes, I'm a Tinker. Don't know my specialty, but I assume it revolves around armored combat suits given my trigger event." He confirms.
"So then why not go to the PR-"
"I'mma stop you right there legally blonde. The PRT are so full of games you could turn them into an amusement park and I want no part of that." He snarks. "They're not interested in the good of the people, they're interested in keeping as many parahumans alive as possible."
I know that. Most who take time to look into how the PRT operate know that. But to say that out loud is not something you do casually.
"And you are?" I ask with suspicion.
"I'm not interested in being a puppet or a toy. If I wanted to be jerked around by people who think they're better than me I'd have become a sales associate at Target." He responds. "Plus I find the process of having and maintaining a secret identity to be both tiring and not worth the time. So here I am, in a high end law firm talking to a lawyer for non law related reasons."
"Why come to me? Why not go to Sarah?" I ask with a glare as I start to lose my patience dealing with the man.
"I'm not an idiot. I know she's just the face, you're the brains." He says in a condescending tone.
"I'm sorry, but I hope you understand that I can't just take you at your word."
"Uh!" He gasps with a fake look of offence and a hand to his chest. "You're telling me that a man you don't personally know walks into your work and makes wild claims of grandeur and you don't just believe him! I could never."
'He and Kitsu must never meet.' I think with agitation.
"Don't worry, I didn't think you would. So, I've prepared a little demonstration a week from now. The Stark concert fundraiser event down at the boardwalk. Unbeknownst to everyone who'll be attending, I'll be making my cape debut. And I'll be announcing my support of New Wave." He says simply.
"Then why come here and talk to me if you planned on doing this anyway?" I ask, dropping my professional veneer.
"Because, I believe in cooperation." He says smugly. "That and you can't stop me so a heads up is the least I could do. I would like New Wave to be present as security. I've already denied the PRT's offer of a cape escort."
'This entitled asshole.' I think with irritation as I struggle to keep my calm.
He just has this way of talking that pisses me off. He's talking like he has somewhere to be, and that he's doing me a favor by showing up in person.
"Well, thank you for the heads up Mr. Stark." I say professionally to mask my growing rage. "I will say, you have an unusual way about yourself."
"I'm an arrogant self-entitled asshole. Let's not wax poetics shall we?" He says simply. "I have people I pay to kiss my ass, you don't need to do it for free."
'FUCK IT! I TRIED!'
"In that case I find that I'm struggling to not commit a felony against you the longer you're here." I say with a smile.
"Ooh! A feisty blonde!" He says with a smirk. "Well, I've been here long enough, got my point across, pressed a few buttons. I'll look forward to working with you."
"I don't." I say with a smile.
"You can't afford to turn me down." He counters.
Sadly, he's right. He's offering expansion into another state. A possible full revival of the New Wave movement.
"I'll see you at the fundraiser. Now get out before I call the indestructible child I have on speed dial."
"Eugh, children." He says as he stands up. "Way to ruin the mood. Here's my number if you need anything, don't spread it around. I don't need to get a new one, that's always a pain." He says and hands me a card.
"Of course, I'm not that petty." I say as I take it.
I'm totally that petty. This is going straight to Kitsu the moment he pushes another button.
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-Dallon House, 5:45pm-
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Kitsu POV
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I hear the door to Dad's car close and I get excited.
"Here, hold him for me." I say and hand the now fist sized Kratos to Amy.
"What the, Kitsu! What am I supposed to-" She starts before I rush away to the front door. "do with, and she's gone. Great."
I stand in front of the door, waiting for either to open it. I love this part. Hugs and scratches always make my day. I just enjoy feeling loved, I'm not so insecure that I'm afraid to admit that. And I enjoy making sure those I love know I love them.
"Well, we can talk about it later." I hear Mom say from the other side of the door. "For now I have to greet the gremlin."
'I'm a gremlin huh?' I think deviously and turn invisible.
She opens the door and tenses. Clearly expecting me. After a few seconds of nothing she shrugs and continues walking.
"Surprise hugs!" I shout as I slam into her and dispel my invisibility. "Gotcha!"
"Kitsu!" Mom yells. "Don't just, you know what? I don't have the energy." She says and crouches down to pick me up and place me on her hip.
"Is everything okay?" I ask as she walks to her room.
"Yeah, just exhausted." She says as she walks past my room. "Hi Amy, you have a good day?" She asks, turning to the girl, still holding Kratos.
"Yeah, mostly." Amy shrugs. "Just dealing with this." She says and holds Kratos up.
"What the hell is that?" Mom asks with a slight edge.
"He's Kratos. My ironclad beetle." I say defensively.
"Why, do you have a giant beetle?" Mom asks.
"Because he's adorable and I'm making him as indestructible as me." I say with a huff and cross my arms. "Eventually he'll be big enough to ride on patrol."
"She's trying to figure out how to make him larger without suffocating him." Amy says.
"Suffocating?" Mom asks.
"Insects breathe through small tubes in their body. Rather than actually breathing, they let oxygen passively move into their body through small openings in their exoskeleton. It's what limits their size. Bigger body means they need more oxygen and to get said oxygen they need to move since they can't actively take it in like animals do and-"
"I get the gist." Mom interrupts me. "You didn't even ask if you could. Where are you going to keep it?" She asks.
"Uh, here?" I say and notice her growing frown. "The new base?" I try.
"Better, next time. Ask first, and put it down at the first sign of it going feral." She says as she bounces me up a bit to hold me better.
"I intend to train him." I say cheerfully.
I'm expanding his brain and reshaping it to be similar to a dogs. Or at least that's the plan. Amy's agreed to monitor and guide me. She won't change it herself. But she'll keep a hand on Kratos and let me know when I'm doing something wrong. And try and steer me in the right direction as best she can.
It's how I got him to be as big as he is without accidently killing him. And even then his current size is already pushing it. I intend to implement a hummingbirds torpidity cycle into him to preserve his energy. He'll be my adorable little war beast! I already modified his shell to be able to take a few bullets. It's remarkably easy, it really just comes down to how the exoskeleton is structured.
I'm aware that he'll be slower than me no matter what I do. I just like the idea of having my own little battle bug.
"Alright, but it better not get any bigger while it's in my house." Mom says sternly. "Got it?"
"Okay." I agree. "It's not like he's dangerous, he eats fruit."
"Rotting fruit." Amy corrects. "And rotting vegetables."
"He's our own personal garbage disposal!" I say.
"We already have one." Mom says sarcastically. "It's called a trash can."
"Kitsu, what do you want me to do with this thing?" Amy asks.
"You can put him in his cage." I say. "It should still be big enough to hold him."
"Alright." She says and goes over to the plastic container.
And just drops him in!
"Hey! Be gentler with him!" I demand.
"Kitsu, it doesn't have feelings and you literally couldn't hurt it if you dropped it from the empire state building."
"He does have feelings!" I argue. 'Just, not yet.'
"We're moving on." Mom says as she continues.
She really is just carrying me through the house. I don't even think she's realized it yet.
We pass Vicky's room. Who I've been intentionally ignoring for, obvious reasons.
I don't like her.
And she's taken to sexting Dean as opposed to banging him since she can't sneak him in. And I can tell you from what I've heard. She's the instigator. Not Dean.
I will say she's been oddly, chaste, the last two days. Maybe she's burnt out.
Mom stops at her door and goes to knock before stopping.
"She's in there right?" She asks me.
"She is." I say curtly. "I tend to ignore the sounds coming from her room."
She gets a pensive look and stares at the door for a bit.
"Is she, decent?" She asks.
"I'unno." I say with a shrug.
"Can you tell me what she's doing?" Mom asks.
"Sounds like texting. And laughing." I answer.
"Okay." Mom says and knocks.
"Yeah?!" Vicky calls out.
"It's your mother!" Mom calls out. "Are you decent?"
"Yeah!" Vicky answers.
"Alright." She says and sets me down. "Run along, I'm going to have a chat with Vicky."
She gives me a kiss on the forehead and a quick scratch of the ears.
"Kay." I say and rush off back to the living room and jump into Dad's lap.
"Surprise hugs for you too!" I say as I hug him.
"Hey there kiddo." He says as he hugs me back. "Watcha wanna do for the rest of the day?"
"Monopoly?" I suggest.
"Playing with two people is boring." He counters.
"Well, battleship?"
"Sure." He says and scratches my ears. "Now scootch, I gotta get it from the closet and you're in the way."
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-Pelham House, 6pm-
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Eric "Shielder" Pelham POV
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How is she so good!?
I'm staring at the screen in astonishment.
"How?" I ask.
"I just made a bunch of Cyclops units and tanks. Then let them fix each other."
"That's why your units weren't going down!?" I ask in disbelief.
"Well, I just thought they looked cute! The way they healed each other like little friends helping each other out." She defends with a shrug.
Halo wars. She was Sgt. Forge while I was the Arbiter.
I have three hundred hours in this game! She has five hours!
*Knock* *Knock*
"Eric!" Mom calls out. "Everything alright? I heard yelling."
"Yeah! Just, debating my career choice!" I say back.
She opens the door and spots me and Pinky on the bed. I'm sat crisscross while she's laying down with her head and arms dangling from the edge.
"Well, it's, cleaner in here than usual." She says and takes a sniff. "Eric, can I talk to you in the hall?"
"Um, sure?" I say and hop up and step over the cords and across the room.
Mom moves aside and closes the door.
"Alright, fess up." She says seriously while crossing her arms. "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion.
"Pinky."
"Nothing!" I defend myself, suddenly realizing what she means.
"Uh huh. That's why you spend most of your time with her in your room or following her around." She says with a glare.
"I just thought she could use a friend, someone to hang out with." I say in our defense.
It's true! Mostly.
"Uh huh, sure." She says. "And if the impressionable girl with a figure pornstars would kill for just so happens to fall in love her friend who 'helped' her?"
"Mom!" I shout in surprise.
She's not wrong, but she doesn't have to put it like that!
"From now on, anytime you two are in the same room. Door stays open." She says seriously. "Got it? I'm not going to stop you from dating, but I don't need anymore mouths to feed."
"Mom!"
"Got it!?" She presses.
"I don't even-"
"Got it!"
"I!" I stop as she gives a glare. "Got it." I sigh in defeat.
"Good. Now, have fun and be a gentleman." She says, switching tones in an instant.
She goes over and opens the door and reveals Pinky now playing Peggle.
She's already beat my high score on the first level.
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Pinky POV
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Eric comes back in from the hall, only this time his mom leaves the door open before leaving.
I heard, some of it. Enough to know it was about me. And Eric's clear attraction to me.
"Hey, soooo. Wanna watch something?" He asks awkwardly as he takes back his spot next to me.
"Sure!" I say and hold up the remote for him to change the TV.
I'm not sure how to approach the fact he has a crush on me. I mean, he's clearly attracted to me despite the eyes, hair, skin and horns. So that's nice and a little comforting. But I don't think I'm ready for that. I'll admit it's flattering anytime I catch him staring. And it's not like he's super pervy about it or anything. I enjoy spending time with him but I don't want to change the dynamic we have going.
'Oh well.' I think to myself. 'Problems for a different day.'
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-Meanwhile, Brockton Bay Community College Campus-
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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"Like that." I say as I look over Sabah's shoulder.
"That's almost two sizes too small." She says.
"And?" I say challengingly. "Let me put it this way, if a tall, slim Asian was going to wear anything you designed for her to a public date. What would you want her to wear?"
She blushes for a bit. And I can tell she's zoning out as she pictures the thought in her head.
"So do you want the material flexible or?" She says after a bit of thought.
"That's my girl, I knew you'd understand." I say and pat the shorter girl on her shoulder.
I'm getting that man. One way or another. The only thing that could ruin any chance I have is if he turns out to be gay.
'I wonder if he's, anatomically correct.' I say as I bite my lip in anticipation of Saturday. 'I still need to pick out my underwear. I have a few sets I never get to use. I hope he likes the color red.'
I dismiss the thoughts. I'm getting ahead of myself. I still need to seduc- charm him first.
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-Forrest outskirts-
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Firebreather POV
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I get a sudden shiver down my spine for some odd reason, and I look around from my tree branch perch for anything odd.
"Huh?" I mutter aloud. "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in danger?"
After a bit of silence, the only sound being the rustling of the trees in the wind and the occasional bird. I shrug and lean back against the tree as I continue to munch on my bag of charcoal.
Not as good as the real deal. But I couldn't find any real coal. So I made do.
It's not bad once you get used to it.
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-Wednesday, April 28th, Dallon House, 1pm-
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Kitsu POV
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Rachel's been arrested.
"Why didn't anyone tell me!?" I demand in the kitchen.
"I didn't know you were friends with every psychopathic bitch on the east coast!" Vicky shouts.
"She's not a psychopath! She's not a sociopath! She's autistic you self conceited uppity bimbo!" I yell back.
"Alright, I think we should just calm down." I hear Dad try and say.
"Bimbo?!" Vicky shouts. "I will throw your furry ass into the bay!"
"I'll have you know that unlike you, my butt is as smooth and hairless as a baby's!" I counter.
Barring the tail that is.
"And you have the looks and height to match!" She shoots back.
"I'm pretty sure it's a lost cause at this point." Amy says cautiously.
"Wanna talk about my height!? How 'bout I come over there and take out your knees?!" I say and start to walk over to her.
"Bring it freak!" Vicky says as her aura goes into full blast and she floats up a bit.
"OKAY!" Dad says as he hurries over and picks me up while Amy grabs Vicky by the waist to hold her back. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"It'll be enough when I show this midget not to run her mouth!" Vicky says.
"I'll heal her when I'm done!" I say back, struggling against Dad's arms.
I'm not willing to use my powers against him. Simple matter of principle.
"I will call your mother!" Dad says.
"I'll be good." I say and immediately stop.
What? She's scary when she's mad! And she might get rid of Kratos! I'm not risking my little boy!
"That's it? Just like that?" Vicky asks incredulously as she floats down and reels in her aura.
I say nothing, just glare at her and stick my tongue out.
I value Mom's opinion of me. I don't want to spoil that in a tit measuring contest with Vicky. But that's fine. I'll just have to find a more discreet way of getting back at Vicky.
"Dad, can you take me to the Rig?" I ask.
"Why?" He asks slowly.
"I'm going to get Rachel out of confinement." I say simply.
"How?" Vicky scoffs. "She's a known face with a body count and is on the sociopath registry."
"I'm going to prove she's not a sociopath." I reply.
That gets everyone to go quiet enough for me to hear their heartbeats.
"Kitsu, how sure are you that she's not a sociopath?" Dad asks.
"Fully. I have a bit of history with her, and my thinker power confirms it." I say resolutely.
Dad sets me down. Amy still hasn't let go of Vicky. Likely enjoying the contact as much as she can.
"You mean the same thinker power you yourself said was unreliable?" Vicky shoots out.
I rapidly increase the temperature of my scalp and change my eyes to red to get my point across. My hair igniting as I point at her.
Luckily my hearing aides are on the charger.
"I don't want to hear anything about unreliable from the Collateral Damage Barbie!" I accuse.
Everyone is now staring with wide eyes.
"What?" I ask as I cut off the enhancement.
"You were on fire." Amy says as she finally lets go of Vicky's waist. "Literally."
"Wait until Carol gets home. Then we'll see what we can do." Dad says in a clear deflection.
"Fine." I say and sit back down to brood.
This is utter bullshit.
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-Pelham House, 3pm-
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Pinky POV
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Apparently I'm good at cooking!
Well, better than Eric is at least. I decided to make him some food as a thank you for how much he's helped me. He's even been walking me through his finals material to help me have some form of an education.
So I made cookies! I made sure it was alright with Mr. and Mrs. Pelham first.
I'm walking up the stairs and go to his room. I go and open his door and surprise him.
"Eric! I made cookies!" I say cheerfully.
"Pinky!" He shouts in surprise from his computer.
I look over to see that he's streaming. With his webcam on. And the camera facing me. Showing me. To, thousands of people.
"Uh." I say awkwardly. "I'm not real!" I say and duck out to the hall.
I'm not supposed to be seen until my official debut! And I just got put on livestream to thousands of people who know who Eric is and know he's a cape because of how New Wave is and now!
I take a deep breath to calm myself.
"This is fine!" I whisper to myself. "They, probably only barely, saw me."
'Could've been worse! I could've walked in on him masturbating or something.' I tell myself. 'Okay, didn't need that image in my head. But it's fine! I'm sure everything will be fine!'
Right?
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-Meanwhile, Undersiders Hideout-
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Lisa "Tattletale" Wilbourn POV
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Brian is worried.
'I can see that.'
We just got confirmation in the news that Rachel was captured.
"I mean, I always thought we'd need to bust out Alec!" Brian calls out as he paces in front of the TV.
"Really feeling the love." Alec says as he flips Brian off.
Brian is pretending not to notice. Brian doesn't want to encourage Alec's behavior by-
I cut off the line. It's not helping. I need something useful!
"Um, how are we going to break her out?" Reiko asks softly. "Can we bring some of her dogs?"
Rachel's other dogs are untrained. Rachel's other dogs will panic and rampage if transformed.
"No, she never trained her other dogs. Never got around to it." I say in response. "We'll need to find a way to bust her out as well as her dogs."
"And how do we do that?" Alec asks in a bored tone.
Dogs are Rachel's. Dogs were captured with Rachel. Rachel's power enhances dogs. PRT will want to study Rachel's dogs away from her. Brockton has no known locations capable of holding Rachel's dogs when transformed. Rachel is not in mainland Brockton. Rachel is on the Rig. Rachel's dogs are likely in M/S protocol on the Rig.
A little bit of speculation. But it'll have to do.
"Her dogs are likely on the Rig with her. She still needs trial and transport." I say. "Her dogs will be tricky, but she herself can be broken out when they go to transport her."
"You're right. We have time, if we can intercept her transport to her trial then we have a chance." Brian says as he sits down.
"Hate to be that guy, but." Alec says.
"No you don't." Me and Brian say at the same time.
"How, are we going to break her out?" Alec says and starts pointing. "Intuitive Thinker, low level telekinetic, walking smoke grenade, and minor master. Rachel was our muscle."
Alec is correct.
'I KNOW THAT!'
Lisa is agitated. Lisa is unsure of what to do.
"We can ask people for help?" Reiko suggests from the kitchenette where Alec is having her prep us dinner.
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'Why the fuck didn't I think of that!?'
"Who could we ask?" Brian asks. "Lung? He listens to no one but himself. Faultline's crew? They refuse to do jobs in the city."
"Uber and Leet, Shego, Taskmaster." Alec starts listing off. "There's plenty of people to ask."
Uber and Leet are notoriously unreliable, known to livestream all of their jobs. Shego prides herself on professional etiquette. Has never betrayed or backed out of a contract. Currently in a long term contract in Chicago. Past behavior indicates Shego will be unavailable until her current contract is complete. Taskmaster is a premium mercenary with no known failures, primarily employed by Accord. Taskmaster's rates go into the millions.
"Uber and Leet are a joke." Brian says.
"Shego has a long term contract with Draken in Chicago." I add. "She won't break that for any amount of money. She sticks to her contracts."
"Taskmaster?" Alec asks.
Charges based on various criteria. Will charge based on.
"He'll charge a premium just to talk with us, another to get him here, and another to do the job." I feed out. "On top of a no betrayal fee and if we want to avoid attention, we'll have to pay him not to kill everyone in the transport as part of a no death fee. We can't afford him."
Alec actually looks surprised at that.
"You're serious?" He asks. "Holy shit you're serious. What about that Cajun guy? The one with the staff?"
Cajun, Louisiana, mercenary, staff. Gambit. Gambit specializes in theft. Offers reduced prices on interesting jobs. Has never performed a prisoner transport bust before. Will likely see busting Rachel out of transport as interesting. Charges based on number of objectives. Gambit avoids killing at all costs unless necessary.
'Okay, I can work with that.' I think.
"I'll see about getting into contact with him." I say. "Until then, stay out of trouble. We don't need to worry about busting another person out."
"Sure thing mom." Alec says.
Alec believes Lisa directed her comment towards him.
'I hate you sometimes.'
Lisa is projecting her frustrations onto an abstract and intangible-
A day, just a day of silence would be nice.
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-Dallon House, 6pm-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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"Okay, what's this about?" I ask the brooding preteen at the table as I sit down across from her.
For the first time since she started listening to me, she didn't greet me when I got home. And that's worrying. Her ears are down, tail stiff, and her eyes are less oval and more catlike.
"I wanna talk to Rachel." She says.
"Who's Rachel?" I ask.
"Hellhound."
'Okay, how the fuck do I handle this?' I think to myself. 'Hellhound is in custody, on the Rig awaiting trial. From what I know, no public defender will take her.'
"Why?" I ask.
"She's a friend. And she's misunderstood." Kitsu says. "I want to try and help her."
There's both a lot to say to that. And not a lot that can be said. I don't even know where to start.
"How?" I ask.
"I'm going to prove she's not an irredeemable sociopath." She says with a huff and puffs up her chest.
It's really adorable. The way she's being so serious yet can't make a serious face because she looks too cute.
"How? Sociopathy is determined over the course of years. You can't reverse years of behavior." I tell her.
Unless she has some unknown master power she recently developed.
"I can debunk it and prove it wrong." She says.
"How?" I ask again. "Kitsu, I need you to elaborate. I can't do anything if you keep me in the dark. I need to know what you're planning."
"So, if I tell you what I have planned you'll help me?" She asks with a tilt of her head.
"I'll try." I tell her. "I make no promises."
"Armsmaster has a lie detector built into his helm." She says. "I'm going to ask her questions that'll prove her innocence."
'Decent enough.' I contemplate. 'If nothing else, it could call into question her sociopathy and help build a case based on her mislabeling. A mislabeling of mental state could help build a case to see her kept out of the Birdcage at the very least based on her age.'
"Alright." I say. "We can go on Thursday."
"Really!" She says with a fanged smile, her ears and tail perked.
"Yes." I say with a nod.
"Thank you!" She says and speeds around to table to land hug me.
"Sure thing." I say and pat her back. "Now, what did Mark mean by you catching fire?"
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-Wednesday April 28th, BBCC Campus, 12:12pm-
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Sabah "Parian" POV
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"And done!" I say to myself as I finish the green shirt and red jacket.
The shoes are easy. I just need to find soles large enough and let my power work.
Of course I won't give this to Crystal until the day of. It'd be awfully suspicious if I finished the clothes not even a day after they were designed after all.
*Brzzt*
"Hm?"
That's my, work, phone.
I flip it open to see it's a text from Kitsu. And I immediately feel myself mentally tire in preparation.
She's a sweet girl, but, I really can't stand to be in the same space as her for more than a few minutes at a time.
She's just too energetic and distractible.
(Hey Parry! I gotta request!)-K
'Figures.' I think tiredly. 'The moment I finish one thing. The universe conspires to throw something else at me.'
(What is it?)-P
(I want a suit! A business suit!)-K
(What kind?)-P
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(Image)-K
She just sent a picture of a woman in a dark blue-grey three piece business suit
(Like that!)-K
(So a regular suit then?)-P
(Yes! I want it to match this one!)-K
(Standard rate)-P
(Can I have it by tomorrow? Before 1)-K
'Seriously?!' I think as I feel my eye twitch.
(Express rate 25% mark up)-P
(No loyal customer discount?)-K
(Not for a short notice, same day commission)-P
(Fine)-K
(Are your measurements still the same?)-P
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(Mostly, I might need my outfits adjusted soon. I'm about to hit a growth spurt)-K
'Wait, all of her outfits?!' I think with dread.
(All of them? What time frame?)-P
(Not all. Just a few, my Irida outfit and a few of my more frequently used outfits)-K
(And in a few months)-K
(Just thought I'd give you a heads up)-K
(Thanks, you know where to mail the check to)-P
(Thank you!)-K
I put my phone down and meander my way over to my bed and collapse. I'm going to have to get started right away so I'm getting in my rest now. She's good business. But she's a headache. A shirt and jacket in one day are one thing. But a full three piece suit?!
I'm not sleeping tonight.
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-Thursday, April 29 th, Dallon House, 2pm-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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"Kitsu! Hurry up!" I call from the living room.
"In a minute!" She calls out. "I'm fixing my outfit!"
She wanted a suit for this to show she's serious. Because nothing says serious like a little girl in a suit.
Me and Mark put bets on what she would ask for. I put my bet on a dress of some sort. Mark said a three piece.
"Do you need help!?"
"No!"
We have half an hour until our appointment at the Rig. And it takes fifteen minutes to get to the pickup point.
"I'm ready!"
I stand here and pull out my phone to check the time as I hear her run out.
"Pfft." Mark holds in a laugh as he puts a hand on the wall to steady himself.
"What?" I ask looking up to him.
In response he just points to the girl stopped in front of me. Looking over, I see what had him in stitches.
Standing there, bright smile, tail wagging, ears perked, in a perfect replica of my outfit. Is Kitsu. She even has the same shoes. The only difference is her hair isn't tied up.
"Really?" I ask in disbelief.
"Ye!" She says happily.
I mean, it's honestly a little flattering. But I don't think anyone is going to take her serious when she's dressed as a mini me.
And since it's a three piece. I lost the bet. Looks like we're renting a motel tomorrow.
"Mark, if I turn around and see that smirk." I start but come up blank. "Fuck it. Let's just go." I say and turn around just in time for Mark to snap a picture.
"Perfect." He says with that damnable smirk.
'He's probably thinking about tomorrow.' I think with restrained irritation. 'Perverted, smug bastard. He's lucky I love the shit out of him.'
"Get in car jackass." I say and turn him around.
'Not that I'm much better.' I think idly as I shove him towards the door.
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-The Rig, 2:20pm-
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Finally touching down and stepping off onto the platform. With the nearby guard taking Kitsu's backpack again. I grab Kitsu's hand as we're greeted by Assault and Battery at the door.
"Oh my gosh!" Battery squeals as she puts her hands to her mouth at seeing us. "That is so precious!"
I frown a bit at the unprofessional nature. As well as the lack of Armsmaster.
I see Assault mutter something under his breath with a smirk. Battery blushes and immediately returns to her professional demeanor.
"Sorry about that." Assault says.
"It's, fine." I say. "I thought we were to be greeted by Armsmaster."
"He's had some business come up that required his immediate attention." Battery says. "But he'll be here shortly."
I don't think much of it. If it can't be helped then it can't be helped.
"Very well then."
"We're sorry for the inconvenience." Assault continues. "In the meantime, let us show you to the common room."
"Of course." I say with a curt nod.
They turn around and open the doors. Leading us into the Rig. Following to a common room used for the PRT capes. Daredevil is in at the counter making a cup of coffee.
"Well, we have other business to attend to." Battery says. "We trust you to stay here and wait for Armsmaster."
You mean in the room that just so conveniently happens to have cape in it?
You mean in the room that just so conveniently happens to have cape in it?
"Yeah, sorry about this." Assault says. "But with Hellhound captured, we're expecting the Undersiders to do something drastic and we're preparing for that."
"It's alright." I say curtly. "We can wait."
Assault and Battery leave shortly there after and me and Kitsu go to sit down at a table. Kitsu needing to turn the chair sideways due to it being closed back.
"Hello Kitsu, Mrs. Dallon." He says without looking at us as he continues to stir his drink.
"Hey Daredevil." Kitsu says cheerfully.
"I understand you're here waiting for Armsmaster to finish his business with Kid Win." He says as he turns around and I notice the eyes of his helmet are covered over. "If you don't mind me asking. What are you here for?"
"Rachel." Kitsu says before I get a chance to deny him.
"Who?" He asks.
"Hellhound." Kitsu clarifies.
"What about her?" He questions.
I put a finger to her mouth this time before she can say more.
"What?" She asks.
"We don't need to be telling everyone you walk by what you plan on doing." I tell her.
"Why not?" She asks. "It's not like I'm planning anything bad."
'How you have maintained such innocence in this world is beyond me.' I think with a sad nostalgic feeling.
"Because, you get more out of your plans. The less you speak of them." I say.
"She is correct." Daredevil says matter of factly.
"But he can help!" Kitsu protests.
"How?" I challenge.
"Can I tell her?" She asks, looking to Daredevil.
"Be vague." He says. "Leave my name out."
'What the hell is going on here?' I think as I glare between the two.
"He's a defense lawyer." She says.
Oh.
'That, that could actually help us.' I realize. 'Also rather ironic that the PRT have a defense attorney cape. While I'm a prosecutor.'
"Go ahead." I say with a sigh.
She gives me her wide, open mouth smile and turns to Daredevil.
"I want to prove that Rachel isn't a sociopath and keep her out of the Birdcage!" She says excitedly.
There's a moment of pause as he sips his coffee. He puts the mug down and gives a small smile.
"I knew I was right about you."
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Rachel "Bitch/Hellhound" Lindt POV
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I don't even know how long I've been in here. I woke up in this cell and have had few people come see me.
I refused to speak with any of them. I have nothing to say to these incompetent asshats.
*Click*
I look over to the door. And see the armored dickhead walk in with a blonde suit and a red suited cape I don't recognize. And-
'Kitsu?' I mentally question. 'What's she doing here?'
"Hi Rachel!" She says happily.
"Hrm." I grunt out, not sure what to say. "Whatd'you want?"
"I want to get you out of here." She says bluntly.
Her tail is still wagging and she's keeping from making eye contact. She's being honest as far as I can tell.
"Why?" I ask in clear confusion.
"Because I like you and the thought of you rotting away in the Birdcage upsets me." She answers.
Her tail slows at the mentioning of the Birdcage, and her ears twitch as though they're about to splay back as well. Showing discomfort at the prospect.
'She's telling the truth.' I realize.
"Alright." I say and move my eyes from hers in a show of deference.
She came here to help me. She didn't need to, she's been honest and straight forward. I don't like it. But it's the least I could do to show I appreciate the attempt.
"Thank you!" She says. "I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions. They will be uncomfortable and a little invasive. I just need you to answer honestly."
"I don't lie." I growl.
It's a waste of time. And even then, I never liked liars. Why would I suddenly become one.
"I know." She says. "I just have to say that for them." She points to the people behind her.
The blonde woman rolls her eyes and the red guy chuckles. The armored prick doesn't do anything.
Whether or not any of that means anything is lost on me. I know the guy in the red is amused, but that's it.
"Kay, ask." I say.
"Do you remember your trigger?" She asks.
'Now I see why she warned me.' I think at the mess of emotions regarding the event.
"Yes." I say quietly.
"Truth." The prick says.
"Ignore him." Kitsu says. "He feels the need to make sure everyone knows he's there."
'Ain't that the truth.' I think with an appreciative huff.
"I've been ignoring him." I say. "I've got nothing to say to the prick."
He grumbles in irritation at my words. But doesn't otherwise say anything.
"That doesn't surprise me." Kitsu says, her tail wagging in clear amusement and excitement. "I'm getting distracted. Do you have control over your dogs when they transform?"
"I do." I answer.
"Truth." Dickhead says. "This is just more evidence that-"
"Does your power give you control over your dogs or do you have to train them?" Kitsu asks, ignoring the prick.
"I have to train them. My power has nothing to do with control." I answer.
That stops the pricks in his tracks.
'Finally!' I think in relief.
"What happens if you transform a dog without training them?" She asks.
"They go nuts." I answer. "They panic and lash out."
"So you had no control over the dog that murdered everyone in the house during your trigger?" She asks.
"I didn't." I answer.
"Do you regret what happened?" She asks.
I'm quiet for a bit. I've thought about that day so often it isn't even funny.
"I do." I answer.
"If you could change anything about what happened. What would it be?" She asks.
That takes me a bit longer. It's true I think about it a lot. But I don't really concern myself with what ifs.
"I'd, I'd have stopped my power before Rollo killed the old bat." I answer. "Definitely before the other kids got killed."
"Do you go out of your way to kill people?" She asks.
"No." I answer.
"Why do you attack dog rings?" She asks.
"To save the dogs." I answer.
"What about hurting the people inside?" She asks.
"If they were there, they deserve to be hurt." I growl out.
"Do you go out of your way to hurt them?" She asks.
"No. If they get hurt they get hurt. But my priorities are getting the dogs out safely." I answer.
"That's all." She says. "Thank you."
"What is this supposed to do?" I ask.
"By answering honestly and showing that you have feelings of regret and guilt it calls into question your labeling as a sociopath." She says. "And that can keep you out of the Birdcage due to your age."
I understood, some of that. Basically she's trying to keep me from being locked up for life.
I think.
"My dogs." I ask.
"They're safe." She says. "Angelica was knocked out while she was transformed so she's fine. Same with Brutus."
"Judas." I ask.
"He was never knocked out. He was collected after you were knocked out." She answers.
"Mm." I grumble in acknowledgement, thankful for the confirmation that they're at least not dead.
She gets up and leaves, soon followed by the woman and the red guy. The armored prick stays and stares me down for a bit. And I bare my teeth at him. Daring him to do something.
He turns and follows the other two before closing the door behind him.
'Hm, coward.'
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Collin "Armsmaster" Wallis POV
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Once. Not once did she lie. She regrets what happened. She never had control of the dogs she transformed.
That changes every charge of first and second degree murder to unintentional manslaughter at worst. And unintentional accomplice to a murder at minimum. It also changes her master rating. She doesn't control dogs. She enhances them. That's some form of breaker trump.
"I told you so~" I hear Dragon's voice in my helm.
"Oh! Hey Dragon!" Kitsu says cheerfully. "Were you present for the whole thing or did Robocop just give you the cliff notes?"
Daredevil just has a smirk while Brandish turns to me with a glare.
*Krzzt*
"I was here the whole time." She answers over the intercom.
"So, whatcha think?" She says.
"You've definitely shed some light on the situation." Dragon answers. "If you don't mind me asking. How were you so sure?"
"My thinker power shed some serious light on her when we first met." She says. "She's not a sociopath uncaring of law or consequence. She's autistic and was never taught better."
My helm still hasn't gone off. I think it might be glitching.
"Kitsu, who am I?" I ask to test it.
"A knockoff Robocop." She says without missing a beat.
*Beep*
Nope, still working.
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PRT Database
Dossier
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Kitsu
S-class
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Relationships: Is the foster child of Carol and Mark Dallon (Brandish and Flashbang), is currently in an active romantic relationship with PRT ENE Ward: Vista.
Age: 11-14, generally claims to be twelve, first appeared on May 11th, 2005, presumably in Boston.
Height: 4ft
Weight: 40-50lbs
Ethnicity: N/A, Appears Caucasian
Hair Color: Golden blonde
Eye Color: Turquoise, Blue-Green
Unusual Features/Markings: Case 53, Large golden blonde fox tail, large golden blonde fox ears, extended canine teeth, slitted pupils, higher than average body temp.
Classification:
Mover: 8+
Shaker 6:
Brute/Breaker: 12+
Tinker: 4+
Striker: 12+
Blaster: 6
Thinker: 4
Changer: 2
Stranger: 2
Self-Trump: Rating unclear
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Personal profile
Is erratic and hyperactive. At times oddly compliant. It is believed she is mentally unstable while being highly intelligent, possessing a college level intellect in all subjects barring history and general social studies. Full psych evaluation puts her emotional age at roughly 8-10.
She possesses a quick wit, childish demeanor, and a high capacity for short-term planning. Has been on record to best numerous capes in unique and creative ways. Primarily relying on her illusions to confuse and trick others while using her speed to outmaneuver opponents. When she isn't confusing opponents into traps and feints, she prefers to use a more direct approach. Outright overpowering her opposition with superior strength and speed.
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Powers and Abilities/Counters
Kitsu displays a wide range of powers, with many being unrelated to the others making her a "Grab-Bag Cape"
Power: Her primary and most used power is her inability to be harmed, the method of which is still unknown.
Counter: The inability to harm her makes incapacitation especially complicated. Blunt force and standard combat abilities are ill-advised.
Power: Enhanced speed and strength: Has shown to approach speeds just short of Mach 1, and displayed strength capable of forcing Behemoth to retreat.
Counter: Non-standard abilities are advised, stay on the move and focus on keeping collateral damage and civilian casualties to a minimum. Avoid taking any direct hits at all costs. All-or-Nothing powers advised.
Power: Hard-light illusions: Has the power to create illusions capable of being tactile, visual, or audible.
Counter: Maintain distance. Illusions are known to have the durability of reinforced glass and rarely extend past 100 feet from her.
Power: Bio-Tinker: Officially the third known Bio-Tinker in North America and the fifth world wide. Method of powers use is touch based. Upon touching an organism, is capable of rearranging the organic material to the point of creating a new species. Has shown the ability to heal humans and fully manipulate the genome of plants. Whether she can tinker on humans is unknown.
Counter: Do to the very nature of her tinkering, standard anti-Tinker protocols are unusable. Hypercoolant and incendiary measures are advised when handling her creations.
Power: Had displayed limited ability to create explosive force from her hands. Outside of this, has a tendencies to create hard-light glass shards and use them to shred her surroundings.
Counter: Maintain distance, for some reason the shards are more durable than her other constructs.
Power: Proficiency Thinker: Has a Thinker power that grants her "memories" of people and situations she encounters.
Counter: Assume your identity and powers are known. As well as some secrets.
Power: Sense Thinker: Has night vision and enhanced hearing as well as smell. Capable of hearing heartbeats and distinguishing individuals based on smell.
Counter: Flashbangs and tear gas may assist in sensory overload.
Power: Self-Biokinesis: Has shown the ability to change hair and eye color. Outside of this has used the power to purge drugs and other substances from her body.
Counter: Maintain line of sight.
Power: Invisibility: Believed to be an extension of her illusions, is capable of perfectly hiding herself from view.
Counter: Invisibility is visual only. Powder spray and mist may allow for tracking. Thermals are known to see through her invisibility.
Self-Trump: Has a dangerous and escalating power to gain new abilities. While the methodology is unclear, it is believed to activate when needed, or to mimic those around her. Possibly both.
Counter: None.
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Overall procedure in the event of an incident: All nearby capes are to be called in and assist with detainment and evacuation. Prioritize calling in New Wave and Vista as she has a close relationship with said individuals. Energy attacks and blunt force are deemed ineffective. The only effective known counter to her is cryogenic abilities. Foam may be used but is not expected to work long term.
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A/N
I realized partway through the whole Kratos thing, that I was basically copying Atlas from canon.
Oh well!
Let me know what ship names you guys give the various couples in this fic. Like Kitsu X Missy or Crystal X Firebreather.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
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FOR KITSU!
Casanova5424: What would your reaction be if Carol's affair ever got out?
Kitsu: I would turn Neil into a girl, tie him up, and leave him in Dad's room on his bed.
RadChaos897: Once the ferry is restored, what do you plan on doing?
Kitsu: I'unno, I don't really do plans.
RadChaos897: Couldn't you make an entire amusement park with your plants?
Kitsu: That sounds like too much work! I'd rather just cuddle my Missy!
RadChaos897: Besides generating explosions from your hands. What other things do you plan on doing with your energy manipulation?
Kitsu: I can't manipulate energy. What I do is enhance parts of myself. I enhanced the temperature of my hands to an extreme degree for an instant and let the air ignite and cause a displacement of air. Mimicking an explosion. What I'm really doing is just super heating a small part of my body to an extreme for a short amount of time and letting physics do the rest.
RadChaos897: Dinner, Bath, or Missy?
Kitsu: Didn't you already ask that?
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FOR [CONDUIT]
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FOR MISSY? Again?
RadChaos897: Judging by your wedding daydream, you see yourself as the man in the relationship?
Missy: It's not that I see myself as the man. I'm not, pretty sure I'd need to be a guy to be the man. It's just, weddings have one person in a dress, one in a tux. And the one in the dress gets walked down the isle by their dad. And I don't want my parents to have anything to do with any part of my love life.
RadChaos897: You really don't like unicorns? Or pegasi? At all? Damn, you could've rode through the night sky with Kitsu all Aladdin style.
Missy: Deal with it.
RadChaos897: You are surrounded by dozens of Kitsu's. Only one is real, the rest are brain eating shape shifters. How do you find the real one?
Missy: I ask for the number to the local pizza place.
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As always, leave a comment and tell me what you think! It helps me write and gives me ideas moving forward. I especially love it when you guys speculate or make guesses as I do use them. And even when I don't they still give me ideas.