Current Energy: 24
"I ain't a person you know." You state bluntly, taking a moment to relish the delicious look of surprise on Assaults face at your words.
"Hey now, I don't know where you were raised but here in America-" He blurts out and you roll your eyes at him before cutting him off.
"I'm a projection dumbass. Random personality and powers whenever I'm used." You say with a shrug, not bothering to lower your voice the way Assault clearly has been trying to. This has the immediate effect of causing the man in the tin can to whirl towards you as if you had just slapped him, which you find hilarious for some reason.
Assault, who clearly has noticed his compatriots attention, pauses for a moment, another retort clearly on the edge of his lips. He eyes you up and down as though trying to find some flaw in your statement that he can seize on, and by the look in his eyes you assume he found one.
"Listen, I get that you might think that right now but... do you have a name?" He says instead, changing topics on the fly.
"Zaraki Kenpachi, Captain of the 11th." You reel off automatically and have to spend a second tamping down your Emulations belief that introducing yourself is something you do right before a fight.
"N- Your cape name man! Jesus!" Assault yelps, leaning away from you like you were poisonous or something. You stare at him with the type of dead eyed glare you usually reserve for people trying to make you fill out paperwork.
"I. Am. A. Projection." You say slowly, making sure to enunciate and project your voice so there is no way you can be misunderstood.
"In the strictest sense I think you could technically call me 'Multiverse Emulator' but that probably doesn't mean anything to you. Look just be a good little goon and find out who did this to my Master. It ain't like I want to tear up the road ya know?" You grunt. If you could get a headache you'd probably be experiencing a splitting one by now. Between the mood whiplash of trying not to give in to your Emulation's need to fight everything and the continued annoyance of somehow being unable to communicate with anybody despite speaking the correct language, you are rapidly starting to lose your patience.
"And I'm telling you-" Assault starts but you don't really listen to the rest. This is annoying. You're bored. You're leaving.
With barely a thought you enter your Spirit Form and then drift off towards your Master. You just barely make out the sound of the guy in armour charging up to Assault and yelling something about 'Master Stranger' something or other before you leave earshot. Eventually, you find the room they have your Master situated in - then settle in to wait.
"Master! Oh, man! Today has been wild!" You blurt out, forcing yourself into the physical world with an idle flex of your considerable will.
The response you get is... interesting. Pathetic. But interesting.
Your Master's father releases her from his grasp and whirls around on you as fast as he possibly can, his hand reaching out to grab the nearest object - in this case, the tiny chair he was previously sitting on - and raising it between the two of you. Taylor herself just continues to stare at you, a look that you would peg as something between abject terror and apoplectic rage creeping onto her face the longer you maintain eye contact with her.
"Who the hell are you?!" The man growls at you, drawing your attention away from your Master long enough for her to blink the tears out of her eyes and fall back onto her bed with a strained groan.
"Name's Zaraki Kenpachi. And that right there-" You say pointing behind him. "-is my beloved lil Boss."
"She's fifteen you god damn-" The man howls, stepping forward to actually try and brain you with his chair. You would have let him too, just for having the balls to try, but a sharp tug on his shirt by your Master stops him in his tracks as he turns his reddening face on her.
"Dad it's..." Your Master says, and despite the joy your presence should bring her, seems to be even more sad than she was before.
"It's fine. He- I think he's my p... my power." She gets out, her voice strained and hoarse.
"Ding ding ding! I'm one of those, watcha call it. Projections." You add helpfully. Your Master turns a baleful glare on you at your blithe comment and a slight tug on her connection to you opens communication between you.
'Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!' She mentally howls at you, before turning back to her father.
"Dad, when I was in the locker... I think... I think I got powers and... I think I asked them to get me out... and..." She pauses, the focus required to speak coherently obviously a tremendous struggle for her to muster right now.
"Instead I think I got... him." She finishes lamely.
"Taylor... why... why didn't you tell me?" The man says hoarsely, glancing back and forth between you and his daughter and slowly putting his chair down.
"It was just some bullying! I was handling it! Spit balls and light shoving aren't that big a deal Dad!" She hisses at him.
"This isn't a spit ball Taylor! They put you in the hospital! They made you this!" The father says angrily, gesturing rudely towards you at that last bit. You can tell from the steadily growing roil of turmoil and despair coming off your Master in waves that this line of conversation is making her deeply unhappy, which is something your pretty sure you could fix with a good strike to the-
'Do not!' She commands you again, which is about at the point that you realize she seems to have some means of divining your intent. You don't remember configuring yourself for that but you also don't know how that could go wrong so you let it slide for the moment.
"And what could you do about it Dad? Yell at them?" She shoots back, apparently perfectly capable of saying something to you and speaking with her voice simultaneously.
"We could have gone to the administration! Reported them, hell, I could probably find the Super Intendants contact information somewhere if I had to!" He retorts.
"Don't you think I tried that? Do you know how many times I've reported them? This has been going on for over a year now Dad! Nobody cares! Nobody is going to do anything about it! Not when they can put their little track star on a pedestal and ignore everything she does!" Taylor scowls back.
On the one hand, it's nice that anger seems to be helping your Master recover a bit since you really hate seeing her sob and cry. On the other hand, you feel like it's important that you interject here.
"I could do something about it." You say blithely, noting that your Master's command not to deck her father apparently superseded her command not to speak.
Both father and daughter turn to you for a moment, faces red with bottled rage that has finally begun to boil over, and then promptly turn back to each other to continue their yelling match.
Which is why neither of them notices the nurse open the door and walk into the room.
You wave lazily at her before vanishing back into your Spirit Form. You've got the distinct impression that this little shouting match is going to take a while - and also that you aren't actually invited to participate.