A/N Open season
Alt title: Rabbit season! Duck season! Tiger season?
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A VERY early chapter. DND is cancelled indefinetely and I'm on bereavement leave for the next two days.
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My grandma died. And I'm using this as a way to keep my mind occupied. She died on thanksgiving. She was healthy. Had just sat down and got off the phone with my aunt. Closed her eyes and when my grandpa tried to ask her something not three minutes later. She didn't answer.
Gone, just like that. No sound, no sign, no movement, nothing.
Please don't respond to this in any reviews. I'm just putting this here as a way to get it off my chest and vent.
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T4ndoris: Still not dead? I need to try harder to overload you. Maybe I can force a divergence. Split you into two. Ooh! Would that make two T2ndoris's? Or would it be T1ndoris and T3ndoris for easier identification?
And Missy is lewding Kitsu in her mind about as much as a hormonal 13yr old would sooooo, a lot. She just keeps most of it private.
DancingLeaf: I recognize that TeamFourStar reference!
#TheCrimsonFucker
Grimnosh: Kitsu's heat only got as bad as it did because a viable partner showed up. Wait, oh. Well Missy'll be happy at least!
Gogmazios: You're welcome!
Kaykaykaykayan: You're about to see! Though I doubt it's what you expect!
RadChaos897: There are hundreds of you?!
Fuck.
I really don't want to talk about Thanksgiving right now.
Kitsu's Love me power is unlikely to ever be discovered. If for no other reason than it's a very weak Master power. With Lung all it did was make him remember his old friend who bore some resemblance to Kitsu. For Missy, it made her calm down. When she used it on Dean, he thought she looked cute in a little sister kind of way. And she never uses it long term so there's no abnormal behavior patterns to report. She only ever uses it in short instances.
I actually haven't played those games. But yeah, Scarecrow is a man obsessed. And worse yet, he's smart. He managed to stay on the run for the better half of a decade from people looking take out their revenge on his father through him. And Tony without Pepper? Just doesn't add up in my mind. Their interactions are always a highlight in the movies. I'm just glad I did it justice. And yeah, Sam Wilson: Falcon: Marvel. Jane Foster: Fem Thor: Marvel. Kaldur'ahm: Aqualad: DC Young Justice. Keith Goodman: Sky High: Tiger&Bunny. Jessica Jones: Marvel.
And I wouldn't consider this a mega crossover. If you want that then check out The Dark Wolf Shiro's fanfic The Guild of Gamers: Supervillain. It's set in Worm. And it is massive.
Jenny is a fully functioning human/android/gynoid. She's chromatic and wears blue clothes. Her description is early in this chapter.
And thanks. I'm not in too good a place right now. Just watching reruns of the One Piece DND by Rustage and reruns of Doctor Who. The David Tennant one. Can't even watch old videos of Achievement Hunter. Any time I try I just remember the shell of their former self they are now.
But I'll get better. I always do.
Aren Gisly: Carnage didn't kill any capes. Just several people and almost killed Manpower. And there is concern about the Merchants. It's why Lung is trying to manipulate Kitsu into dealing with them. The reason we haven't seen too much of them is because Kitsu hasn't been in the right areas to know about it.
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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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Topic: I'm bored
IN: Boards- Location- America- Brockton Bay
Original poster: ToyFoxy(Cape)(New Wave)(Unverified Cutest Fox XP)
Posted On May 16th 2010
I'm bored.
So I'mma hunt down Stormtiger.
Just cuz.
:P
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Tdren
Replied on May 16th 2010
I'm sorry, who?
DawgSmile
Replied on May 16th 2010
I think he's an E88 cape. The Nazi guys.
Feychick
Replied on May 16th 2010
Wouldn't announcing that you're coming alert him and make him not show?
Toyfoxy (Original Poster) (Cape) (New Wave) (Unverified Cutest Fox XP)
Replied on May 16th 2010
Only if he's chicken!
I'll be posting a poll to officially change his name from STORMTIGER to WINDYCHICKEN if he doesn't show his face in a month.
Heck, we can get this over with and meet at Rosemary Park tomorrow at 6
Vista (Wards ENE)
Replied on May 16th 2010
But that's when we have our date!
ToyFoxy (Original Poster) (Cape) (New Wave) (Unverified Cutest Fox XP)
Replied on May 16th 2010
I know! I was thinking we could beat him up and turn him in together! And we can get ice cream after.
If not that's fine! I can reschedule the hunt!
T4ndoris
Replied on May 16th 2010
I'm sorry but you two are perfect together!
Hookwolf (Cape) (Empire 88)
Replied on May 16th 2010
If they were perfect then one of them would be a guy.
ToyFoxy (Original Poster) (Cape) (New Wave) (Unverified Cutest Fox XP)
Replied on May 16th 2010
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[Comment violates Non-violence/Threatening policy]
TinMother (Admin)
Replied on May 16th 2010
Just a warning this time.
I understand that what he said could be taken as anti-LGBT hate speech. But it could also be taken as satire as he said nothing blatantly hateful.
Clockblocker (Wards ENE)
Replied on May 16th 2010
I approve of any and all violations when it comes to Hookwolf.
Guy's a dick.
Nod
Replied on May 16th 2010
I saw Kitsu's rply b4 it got deleted.
It was GRAPHIC! And long. Like, holt shit.
I think I need therapy.
SonicTundra
Replied on May 16th 2010
Thanks! Now I'm MORE curious.
Nutty
Replied on May 16th 2010
So, we just leaving the little girl to take on the grown man?
And I thought I was nutty.
Lolitup
Replied on May 16th 2010
This the same little girl who solo'd an endbringer.
Dude's dead.
Sothoth
Replied on May 16th 2010
I'm curious, why him? What'd he do?
Aside from being racist.
Fishie
Replied on May 16th 2010
I'm curious how Vista managed to bag Kitsu the Endstopper.
Like, did she use some foxnip or something?
FlippinMad
Replied on May 16th 2010
Petite girls are best! XD
That's how!
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Robert "Stormtiger" POV
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'Oh fuck!' I think to myself as I read through the comments on my phone.
"What did you do?" Brad asks in a flat tone.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shout in a panic. "What about you?!"
"What about me?" He asks with a shrug.
"Why would you post that comment!?" I ask. "She's just going to take it out on me now!"
"Man up and stop being a bitch." He says as he flips me off from the couch he's on. "Just some little girl going through a lesbian phase."
"She kicked your ass the last time you two met!" I point out.
"She cheap shotted me in the nuts and you know that!" He says, turning over to sit up and point at me. "Besides, she's a hero now. Lord knows she won't actually hurt you."
Okay, we all know that's not true. Her being a hero just means she can't be as blatant.
"I don't wanna die!" I reiterate.
"Are you seriously scared of a little girl?" He asks.
"I'm scared of the cape who can punch Behemoth's head off!" I inform him.
He just rolls his eyes as he gets up. Heading to the fridge to grab another.
"Maybe I can skip town? Change my name and-"
"You're fighting her." Brad says as he digs a beer out of the fridge.
"What?!" I ask, snapping my head to look back at him.
"I'm not having one of my guys look like a little bitch by refusing to fight a littler bitch." He says as he turns around and forms a hook on his thumb to pop the cap off of the bottle in his hands.
"I'm gunna die." I say with finality as I slump back against the couch I'm on.
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-Sunday, May 16th, 5pm, Dallon House-
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Kitsu POV
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Looking out at the now holeless yard that I and Jenny fixed. I can't help but think I messed up.
"I don't think grass is supposed to glow." Jenny says.
Took me a while but I figured out that she's XJ9. Just more, human figured. Take Weld, make him a girl, give him blue telescopic eyes, cobalt wired hair, and small seams everywhere that allow for movement of the rigid metal plates. And that's Jenny. Also the soft whirring sounds of her insides. Barely noticeable even by my standards.
"It's not." I answer simply.
"Then why is it?" She asks.
"I like it better this way." I say.
Truth is I'm so used to adding bioluminescence to things. That I did it to the grass seeds I was forcing to grow out of sheer habit.
Now the backyard looks like a landscapist, grassy Jackson Pollock. Lines and splotches of random glowing colors everywhere.
"Um, okay?" She says unsurely.
"Hey this is your fault, so you don't get to be a critic." I tell her. Not wanting to admit this was an accident.
"I said I was sorry!" She defends. "I even helped fix it!"
I just look back out to the now glowing yard. Wondering how I'm going to fix this.
"Eh, oh well." I say with a shrug and turn around to head in.
Let it be tomorrow Kitsu's problem.
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-5:30pm-
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"Why is my yard glowing?" Mom asks sternly as she steps into my room.
"Uhhhhh oops?"
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-Monday, May 17 th, 4:34pm, Rosemary park-
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"So do you think he's actually going to be here?" Vergil asks.
He wasn't scheduled for patrol today. He was on console. But he pulled one of the favors from Chris that he earned through bets to get a switch. He really wants to see an Empire goon get their shit kicked in.
For obvious reasons.
"Dunno." I say as we make our way to the patio of a diner lined on the outskirting road of the park. It's the same park the merchants tore up. And that I later fixed. Aside from the tire marks on some of the trees I fixed, you'd never know this place was used as a demolition derby.
Velocity and Triumph are here as well. His graduation is over and he's a full PRT cape now.
Armsmaster is on mandatory leave. Nothing serious, he just clocks in too many hours for it to be legal. Yes, OSHA will come for everyone, even in an alternate universe.
Seriously, according to Dragon he clocked in ninety five hours last week alone. And he's salary! So more hours doesn't mean more money! That's an average of roughly fifteen hours a day for six days! In a seven day period!
He's not a Noctis cape! He still sleeps! So they're making him take a break before it results in a lawsuit. Oh, and Miss Militia is patrolling the north docks. Rex was bomb fishing this morning so they scheduled her to patrol near there and hopefully get him to stop.
And by bomb fishing I mean fishing with bombs. Not for them. He does that when he's bored.
"If he does show we'll just arrest him." Velocity says with a shrug as we take ours seats at the green tables.
Mine being Missy's lap of course. What? It's not my fault that we conveniently found ourselves at a table without open back chairs.
"Eep!" She gives a soft squeak as I seat myself sideways across her thighs.
"You know there's an open back chMmm!" Triumph goes to say but is cut off as Missy warps space to put her hand over his mouth.
"Ignore him." Missy says as she pulls me into her, hooking her arm around my waist.
It's nice to know she isn't hung up over what happened yesterday. I've learned that Missy simply gets over things and has a, what's done is done, mentality.
I just nuzzle her as a response. Taking in her subtly sweet scent and letting her hold me.
"Don't worry, I already ignore most people." I tell her.
Sitting here I realize something. She's getting taller. Normally I'd be able to just lay my head on her shoulder. Now there's a bit more of a slant. It's minor, but it is there.
'Don't tell me my girlfriend, who is technically younger than me is getting even more taller than me!' I complain to myself.
She's already almost half a foot taller than me! Sitting at about an inch or two above Ben.
"Am I just doomed to be a shortstack?" I think out loud.
"What's that?" Missy asks.
"You're getting taller than me!" I pout as I cross my arms. "It's not fair!"
"Aww, is my little snuggle bug upset at being little?~" She coos as she hugs me tighter and nuzzles into me.
"Yes!" I shout.
"Well, I like you the way you are." She says and kisses my cheek. "Perfect cuddle size."
"You two are sickeningly sweet together." Triumph says.
"Should I be jealous that two twelve year olds have a healthier relationship than I ever have?" Velocity asks.
"Thirteen." I correct him through a mumble.
"Same difference." He says with a wave.
"For you maybe." I point out. "For me it's a fifth of my life."
"A fifth?" Vergil asks.
"I only have five years worth of memories." I explain, turning to him as a waitress comes up and hands us our menus.
"So you're dating a five year old Vista?" Velocity jabs as he picks up the laminated paper.
"Only the cutest five year old." She says as she squeezes me. "Wait, that didn't come out right."
"Don't say anything else." I say in a flat tone as I grab our menu. "You'll only make it worse."
"I'll have the BLT" Velocity says to the lady as she jots down our orders.
"Same but with no bacon." Triumph adds.
"Eh, I'll have the soup of the day." Vergil says with a shrug. Not even looking at the menu.
"Chicken strips with a side of macaroni please." I say happily.
Triumph's paying. And now that I get an allowance I'm saving it up. I have no need to save it up. But it's a fun little thing for me to see how little I use.
"I'll have some seasoned tomato soup." Missy says.
"Drinks?" The waitress asks.
"Water, large." Velocity says.
"Powerade, light ice." Triumph adds.
"Coke." Vergil says.
"We have Pepsi." The waitress says.
"Then I'll have that."
"Fanta!" I say.
"Ice water." Missy answers.
"Why don't you treat yourself?" I ask, turning to her.
"I'm just trying to watch my weight." She says defensively. "We can't all be naturally good looking."
"I'll have you know it takes me an hour and a half to look this good!" I give in rebuttal and curl my tail up to lightly tap her on the head.
In response she lets go of me and grabs my tail. Sending a shiver down my spine at the unexpected contact.
"And I appreciate it so much." She coos as she pets my tail.
"Missy." I hiss in embarrassment. "Not in public."
This is a very intimate thing for me! Dad is the only other person I let pet my tail as a sign of trust. And Mom, but she's never done so.
"This is my payment." She coos, running her fingers through my fur. "For getting more people roped into our date."
"Missy!" I hiss.
"I'll stop." She relents and lets go.
That is my fault. It was just me, Missy, and Chris. Vergil was on console duty today, Velocity was on call like he always is. And Triumph was supposed to take a patrol through the south end of the city with Assault. But got put with us due to my invitation towards Stormtiger.
An invitation that got Mom to chew me out for. Apparently it's "Needlessly reckless and endangering to the public to initiate a cape fight in a public setting" if I had just announced my intent to catch him then there'd be no issue. Technically speaking, being a hero has us always announcing that we're hunting Villains.
"Should we get our own table?" Triumph whispers to Velocity. "I feel like we're intruding."
"Bit late now." He whispers back.
Vergil, who is closer to the two. Stares at them with a raised brow before turning to us.
"Hey, you two wanna be here on your own? Do your own thing?" He asks.
"Yes/I don't care either way." Missy and I say respectively.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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'My little snuggle bug~' I think dreamily as I hold her in my lap while the guys sit at the another table and leave us alone.
She may complain about being shorter, but I like her that way. So cute and small. Soon enough I might be able to carry her! Just the thought of her jumping into my arms has my heart racing in anticipation!
That, and I think her height is nature's compensation for her figure. If I'm getting taller, she's getting curvier. Or, not changing. I'm fine with either really. She can stay my cute little snuggle bug, or be my sexy vixen.
Not that I like her just for her looks or anything! But I can't deny it's part of it. Her slim waist paired with her hips makes for perfect holds! Sitting like this I can just rest my forearm on her hip as we relax our heads together.
"You don't need to get taller." I say softly. "You're perfect the way you are, being my littlesnuggle bug."
"Yeah? Well you don't need to use your powers to reach the knobs on the kitchen sink." She counters with a cute pout as she crosses her arms under her chest. Puffing it up to try and look more assertive.
I don't get attraction to boobs. Only that bigger ones are supposed to be better. And that it's more attractive. Does that make me unattractive? Mine haven't started growing yet while every other girl in my class are already wearing bras. Is that bad? Does Kitsu like big boobs?
"Don't be like that." I say and nuzzle her cheek. "There are ups and downs to it."
"Like what?" She asks.
"It's easier to hold you for one." I say and give her waist a squeeze. "It's easier to cuddle you, easier to sit you in my lap."
"Rmm." She grumbles with a blush.
"And speaking of. Might I add that you look super cute today." I say.
"I-I look cute all the time." She stutters out adorably. "What's d-different about today?"
"I just think you look better when you're in my arms." I say, stealing a line I read online.
Cheesy and sappy. But that's what she likes.
Her tail swishes harder as her ears splay back. Her face beet red as she whines.
"What's gotten into you today?" She asks with a squeak.
"We're on a date. Alone, and I have this adorable ball of fluff in my lap." I say and hold her tighter. "And the way she's squealing and blushing is about to get her kissed."
Before she can respond I take my hand and tilt her chin up. Giving her a quick kiss. Pulling back as her tail begins wagging hard enough to nearly rock the chair we're in.
"That's not fair!" She whines. "You don't get to just do that!"
"I jut did!" I beam.
Truth is, this is embarrassing as all hell. The fact that we don't have anyone actively looking towards us is the only thing keeping my act together. That and her reactions. She's just so adorable! And her tail wagging is making her butt do the little wiggle thing in my lap!
'Aaaaah!' I squeal on the inside. 'You're too cute!'
I kiss her again. Not being able to hold myself back at the sight of my flustered girlfriend. Her lips are so soft. And I hold her closer. Silently cursing the armored padding of my costume.
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Kitsu POV
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Missy is a good kisser. Hell, she's amazing at it. With such soft, pouty lips. I wasn't lying when I said she had kissable lips. Not that I have anything to compare her to, but I'm pretty sure she set the bar high.
We separate and I open my eyes to stare at her. Somehow relaxed and yet not at the same time.
"You're really good at that." I say.
"Here you two lovebirds go!" The waitress from earlier says cheerfully as she places our food down.
I was so distracted by Missy's kisses that I didn't hear or smell her walk up.
"Oh!" I say in surprise. "Thank you!"
"You're more than welcome." She smiles before leaving.
"Okay, we should probably get one of the other chairs now." Missy says.
"Why?" I ask.
"How am I going to eat?" She asks.
'Oh.' I realize before getting an idea. 'This is the perfect time to live out that fantasy!'
I bounce a little in Missy's lap. Unable to contain my excitement at the idea as I squeal and wiggle in place.
"K-Kitsu, w-what are you doing?" Missy asks shakily as her heart beats louder.
I just turn in her lap to face her better. Using illusionary bricks to push the chair forward as I grin at her. I take the spoon from her soup bowl and bring it to her.
"Say ahh~" I say as her heart pounds.
"Ahh?" She says tentatively as I put the spoon in her mouth. "Humph."
'This is awesome!' I think to myself as I try and stay still. My wagging tail not helping.
I slid the spoon out of her mouth and give her a quick kiss.
"That's how you can eat." I say cheekily and continue to feed her.
After eating our lunches and finishing our patrol of the area. We head our separate ways. With me going home and them heading to the Rig.
"See you Wednesday." Missy says. "With less tagalongs hopefully."
"Hmm." I nod with a hum before quickly grabbing her face and pulling her down for a kiss.
I enjoy the sound of her surprised squeak as I wrap my arms around her neck and press our lips together. Just when she regains her barring's and goes to hold me back and return the kiss. I disengage and give her a wink.
"Revenge for the tail~" I say and stick my tongue out at her playfully before speeding off.
"Tease!" She shouts back to me.
I am. And I enjoy it. Especially with Missy. Her little squeaks and eeps of surprise always brighten my day. And I know how much she stares. Kind of hard not to. Amy loves pointing it out to mess with me. Every stare, blush, and I can hear the hitch in her breath every time I stretch or bend over.
I have a good figure and it's only getting better. That's not arrogance, it's fact. It's just that before, I only had creepy old guys and ladies giving me unwanted attention. And I'm not too ashamed to admit that it made me insecure about myself. Now that I have someone who's attention I want on me, well, it's amazing what wanted attention can do for one's self esteem.
But enough about my girlfriend and her thirst for my body. I have plans to make.
I'mma prove Kenta wrong! I haven't gone soft!
As I head off and make it home. I get home to see Dad still isn't back yet by the clear lack of his car in the driveway. And that means neither is Vicky as they patrol together.
Jenny is staying with Gully for now until the construction workers are done with their new homes. The southern docks housing unit. Which is just the visitor center repurposed. Should be done in about a week and a half. All of the structural stuff is in place. It's just a matter of refurbishing and replacing the electrical stuff. Not like we're erecting a whole new building from scratch.
The ferry itself is what's going to take a full month of renovation. Two and a half weeks or so if we pay extra for round the clock work.
But, enough about future plans.
Instead let's focus on present happenings!
Stormtiger never showed up. So either he didn't get my challenge, or chickened out.
Which just means I get to do this the fun way!
Night patrol bitches!
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Robert "Stormtiger" POV
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"I'm telling you boss. She ain't here!" I say over the phone. "Must've rescheduled for her date."
"Are you actually there?" Brad asks over the phone.
"I am!" I defend myself.
"Send a pic." He demands.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes."
I sigh and open my camera. Taking a picture of the brand new Rosemary park sign. Just put up after the Merchants attack. And send it to him through a text.
"You're not in costume, are you?" He seethes.
"Of course I'm in uniform!" I defend.
I'm not. No way in hell am I fighting someone who'll rip my arm and beat me with it! And put it back on backwards and act like nothing happened!
"Then why are the people in the background unconcerned about an Empire cape being out in the open?" He asks in clear disbelief. "You got a stranger power I don't know about?"
"Wha.. I.. boss.. yo.. i.."
"Don't you DARE fucking try tha-" He yells loud enough for the people around me to hear, and to give me weird looks.
*Click*
I hang up before he can finish.
"Sorry about that folks!" I say to the people staring at me. "Angry boss, he thought I worked today when I don't." I try and laugh off nervously.
I am, so dead.
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-9pm, Inner city-
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Kitsu POV
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This is boring.
"You can't do this!" The goon In jeans and a wife beater cries as I drag him by the foot.
"Then how am I?" I ask sarcastically as I kick open the door to the roof of the apartment complex and exposing us the night air. The dark of night proving no issue for me.
I dragged him up the stairs. Pulling him by the ankle. Making sure to touch skin so I can heal every bruise as it happens. Don't want any evidence of, excessive force after all.
"Why? Why me?!" He asks frantically.
"Because you're an Empire goon." I state the obvious.
"You don't know that!" He tries.
I stop dragging the skinhead and stare at him. Then point to the 88 tattoo on his neck. Just under his ear. And the swastika on his shoulder.
"That can mean anything!" He says weakly with wide eyes. "Freedom of expression!"
"In Brockton Bay?" I say flatly.
"Maybe I'm not from here!" He tries.
I just use an illusionary clamp to hold his ankle and float him up. Staring him in the eye.
"Really now." I say. "Alright, say I believe you. Where are you from?"
"Uh, New York?" He tries.
"Where in New York?" I ask.
"New York City?"
"What area?" I ask.
I only know the popular ones from media. Manhattan, Queens, Bronx, Staten island. That's about it. Hell, I'm pretty sure one of those is wrong.
"Uh, Manhattan?"
I drop him with a sigh. Letting him fall head first. Smacking his head on the grey concrete of the buildings roof. Bored with the back and forth.
"Aargh!" He cries as he hits his head. "Fucking bitch!" He curses as he cradles the back of his head.
"A female fox is a Vixen." I correct him.
"Fuck you!" He says
"Eh, not my type." I shrug. "Maybe if you younger, less racist, and in a universe where I was dead. Then you might've had a chance."
"What?" He asks as he squints up at me.
"Eh, that was a bit long winded." I concede. "I'm losing my touch."
I reach down and grab his face, rearranging his body as . Turning off his motor neurons in the process. All the pain of internal surgery, none of the anesthetic.
After a bit I get done and reactivate his neurons. Letting go of him as collapses onto his hands and knees.
"Fuck!" He cries. "What, is that it? A little pain?" He taunts as he smiles up at me.
I give a strengthened kick to his jaw that sends him flying back. Not hard enough to kill or knock out. But hard enough to crack his jaw and maybe a few teeth.
"Aaagh!" He cries out as he flies back and smacks his head against the roof again.
"If it was pain I was going for. I have more, creative ways of applying it." I say as I walk around him. "Look at your hands."
After he gets done caressing his jaw, he does so and screams in shock.
"Aaaaaah! No, no!" He screams and stands up. Taking off his shirt to get a better look at himself. "Why?!"
I made him black. Not really, but his skin tone is now a nice mocha.
"Eh, it's not hard." I say. "Just reforming the melanocytes and-"
"I can't! You, you gotta change me back!" He starts begging. "I, I can't go back as some, some, some god damned cotton picker!" He cries as he looks at himself.
"Cotton pick- do you guys have nothing better to do than come up with racist stuff?" I ask with a tone of abhorrence.
'Like, seriously, how much free time do you have?' I ponder.
I'm tempted to let him stay this way just for that.
'Maybe I should call Vergil. Let him have a say in this.' I think to myself. 'Wait, is it racist to call Vergil when it comes to this? I mean, I don't think it is. But the whole reason I would call him is because he's black. And that just sounds racist.'
"I'll lick your feet if I have to!" His begging continues.
"Huh, oh um. Just tell me where to find Stormtiger." I say nonchalantly. "Then I can change you back."
"Five fifty four prairie street!" He says. "Hookwolf is making a show of him for not answering your challenge. Now please!"
"Wait, that's literally five blocks from here." I point out. "Were you on your way over?"
"Yes! Now please!" He begs. "Don't leave me like this!"
"Hmm, gimme a sec. I need a second opinion." I say as I pull out my phone.
"What? No! Change me back!"
I just ignore the rambling black nazi. Lower case n. They don't deserve for their word to be a noun.
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"Kitsu? Wha iz it?" Vergil says sleepily.
"Hey, Static Shock!" I say loud enough for the guy to hear.
"Okay, cape shit. Got it." He groans out.
"Static! Language!" I chastise.
"Too tired. Is it important?" He says with a sigh.
The goon is not being quiet. I'm just ignoring him.
"Well I got an Emp-"
I'm stopped as the man picks me up. And starts shaking me. In response I kick him in the chest. Hard enough to crack his ribs and slam him back into the railing with a crack and a clang.
"Aaah! Oh, ah god!" He cries as his hands go to his back.
"What was that?" Vergil asks sounding a lot more awake.
"What I was calling you about." I inform him. "I got an Empire grunt here, I made him black!"
"… Come again?"
"I made him into a member of the African American community!" I inform him cheerfully.
"Fuck you!" He cries out.
"Not even in your dreams, creep!" I shout back. "So anyway, he told me what I want to know so, I wanted your opinion, change him back or not?"
"Change him back." He says with a sigh.
"Aw, really dedicated to the whole hero thing huh. Won't even let him get karma'd." I say in a sickeningly sweet tone as I stare at the racist currently cradling his back and gasping for air as he sobs.
"There's that." He concedes. "And there's also the fact that if you put him on the streets like that he won't last a day. I'm assum'n he's got tattoo marking'em as Empire. Yeah, he'd be dead."
"You hear that." I say as walk up to him and put my foot on his head. "A black guy is worried about you. Doesn't want you to get hurt."
I know I'm going a bit far with this. But he's a literal nazi! Swastika on him and everything!
"Psht!" He spits out some blood. "Pleash, it, it hursh."
"Don't get blood on my shoes." I say with a sneer, holding the phone away from me so Vergil can't hear. "If you do I'll make you a woman and leave you in one of the ABB brothels."
They may not, employ, children there anymore. But the brothels are far from a happy place. For one, four out of five people, working, there, are not there by choice. Two, they have, genre specials for big spenders. Snuff, humiliation, drugging, stuff like that.
Pay enough and you can do just about anything. Even take a souvenir. And I don't just mean the STD's.
"That and, as black man with fourteen years of experience, I speak for the community when I say we don't want'em." Vergil adds. "Was that it? Can I sleep now?"
"Yeah you're good. I got this." I say and hang up
I only called him for the laughs. If I left this guy the way he is now I'd get in trouble.
I put a hand on him and start rearranging his body. Turning his skin tone back to Caucasian and fixing his ribcage. Spine too. The cracked jaw as well. And I put a little allergy to bananas in him. Nothing deadly.
"There you go." I say and pat him on the cheek. "Have fun with the therapy you're going to need."
It may seem hypocritical of me to do this while Vicky gets in trouble for brutalizing people. But there are two key differences between what she does, and what I do. I know exactly how much the body can take. And I ever do go too far?
I know how to not leave evidence.
Leaving him, I head down the street towards the location he mentioned. Taking my time as I stroll leisurely through the streets. Few people out, pretty sure some of them heard what was going on but. Well, gang territory, they know to not get involved.
"Let's see, four five seven, four five six, four five five, four five four!" I say aloud as I find myself at a convenience store at the corner of the street.
The place is just a blue roofed, run down. GTA gas station looking place. Complete with a bored teen sitting in a chair while reading a magazine behind the counter.
*Ba-ding*
The bell chimes as I enter, already hearing a distant crowd as I enter. The smell of nicotine and blood in the air. Poorly covered up by air fresheners and cleaner.
"Hmm?" The kid mumbles as he looks up from the magazine he's reading. "Oh shit!"
He drops the magazine as he gets up and goes to the counter in a panic.
Rolling my eyes I flick my wrist towards him as illusionary shackles pull him back against the wall.
"Judging by that reaction." I say as I walk towards him and hop up to sit on the counter. "You know why I'm here."
"W-what are you talking about?" He stutters.
"Don't play dumb. I just got done with one guy playing dumb just to find this place." I say as I rest my head in my hand. "I'm not in the mood for another."
"I, uh. You just." He stutters and I roll my eyes.
Looking around the place, I spot a few security cameras. Which means that this is a far as I can go to get info out of him. Destroying the cameras will only incriminate me. The only reason I can get away with this much is cause I can claim his sudden movement startled me. He's taller guy and I am a little girl after all.
Not that anyone who knows me would believe it.
"Do you wanna just tell me where they are?" I say, bored and tired.
I could find it on my own with my ears. But this is about sending a message.
He doesn't say anything. And instead just looks to the employees only door.
"Seriously?" I ask and walk past him. Dropping him as I pass through the door.
Walking into the backroom of store. A derelict brick space with shelves of stock. An office with a window viewing into it and past it a door that has a sign saying.
(Liquor closet.)
(No employees under 18 allowed in)
"Darn! This door says I'm not allowed in." I say with a shrug.
Before grabbing the bulbous doorknob and ripping the door off its hinges.
*Snap*
Only to misjudge the strength of the door. The cheap plywood, makeshift piece of shit. All I did was rip the knob out and break part of the frame the knob was at. The door slowly creaking open as a result.
"Shame I was never good at following directions." I say as I walk through the doorway.
It really is a liquor closet. With metal shelves on one side holding a bunch of alcohol. Whiskey, rum, vodka. Those sorts of things. But what gets my attention is the black metal storm hatch that covers the back half of the small room. A rolled up rug next to it.
"Boss we got a cape!" I hear the guy from the front say.
That's fine. Let them know I'm on my way. I'm not some ambush predator who'll quit once I've lost the element of surprise. I'm a strike predator. I begin an assault and put my all into it. Never backing off.
Making my way to the latch I see that it's unlocked. So, I open it to see a set of stairs that lead down. Making my way down to the sounds of a crowd. I turn around and close the hatch. Using my strength to bend the metal and seal it shut for any non cape.
I turn invisible just for the added effect of when I get there. They're expecting me.
As I get down the hall and closer the commotion. I find myself passing through an open archway into a large concrete room. Lit with cheap lighting and with several people all staring down to into a pit. The sounds of barking and flesh tearing now distinguishable from the crowd.
Making an invisible platform under my feet. I rise up on it to get a better view. Stormtiger is in the pit. And he's tearing apart dogs that get sent at him. His invisible claws of swirling air barely visible as blood is occasionally coated on them. Only to be splashed off in the same instance.
There's already a decent pile of dead dogs. All different breeds laying in heaps around him.
"Am I done yet?" He asks with a tired shrug towards the commentators box. "How many is that? Twenty? Thirty?"
"You're done when I say you're done." A familiar voice echoes over a speaker above the makeshift caged room.
'Wolfy!' I think excitedly.
"Look, toss as many dogs as you want at me. I'm not fighting the Endstopper!" He shouts.
'Perfect.' I think with a sadistic glee.
Hovering my platform over the crowd. I descend into the pit with Stormtiger and the dead dogs. Putting myself just behind him.
"Unfortunately." I say as I drop my invisibility. "You don't get a choice."
The crowd goes silent at my sudden appearance. And I savor the sight of Stormtiger flinching.
"Hi! I'm Kitsu!" I say with a toothy grin.
Before he can react, I grab his arm and swing him towards the wall of the pit.
"Well, if it ain't the baby dyke herself." I hear Hookwolf say as Stormtiger stops himself from hitting the wall by hovering in the air.
"Just for that one!" I say as I point to the commentators booth, not bothering to look at him. "After I'm done with the airbender's rejected understudy I'm going to make sure you're last!"
"And how is that a threat?"
Ignoring him, I look around to see if there are any cameras in here. Not seeing any, I smile at Stormtiger.
"This is going to be fun~" I say and make an illusionary plate form where his shoulder is.
Invisible, of course.
He goes to move, only to fall over as his arm falls the moment he moves.
"What the fuck?!" He shouts in confusion as he looks to his arm. "Oh god! Oh, oh why?! Ah! Aaaah!"
"Darn, incoherent already?" I tsk at him with a shake of my head.
I start my way over to him as the crowd panics for the exit.
"Stay back!" He shouts as he starts scooting back. "I mean it!"
"You're losing a lot of blood there pal." I say as I keep moving.
"I-I surrender!" He shouts.
I stop in my tracks.
'Was not expecting that.' I think in surprise.
Can't really go any further. Armsy will want to talk to him. And I can get in a lot of trouble for refusing a surrender.
"You spineless piece of shit!" Hookwolf shouts.
I hear slams and crashing in the booth. And soon a massive wolf made of, guess what? Hooks!
Naming yourself after your power is easily the stupidest thing you can do. Just tells everyone what you can do.
Like, oh no! They brought a fire truck! How did they know my weakness?! Says The Human Torch.
As I'm ranting inside my head about Hookwolf and his dumb name. He charges at me. A four legged amalgamation of moving hooks and barbs.
I jump back and grab Stormtiger. Reattach his arm and shut off his motor neurons in quick succession. Rendering him as limp as his boss's dick.
With Hookwolf mere feet away I jump up and out of the pit, dragging the vegetative Stormtiger with me by his wrist. With the metal mutt man leaping after. Trampling a few of his own guys and ripping them apart as he follows me. A veritable blender in action.
"If you get blood on me I will make you an Asian!" I shout back. "Or Samoan! Hell! I might even go extra and make you an Inuit!"
The threat of turning him into a minority doesn't stop him. Or his disregard for his own people as he continues his run. At this point I've run full circle around the pit. And I make a saucer to float above the bodies and entrails.
I'm not fighting Hookwolf for two main reasons. One, I'm here for Stormtiger. Not him. I'm going to take Stormtiger while Hookwolf is powerless to stop me. Sending a message of inevitability for future hunts. If Hookwolf couldn't stop me from taking his subordinate. Then who can?
The other reason is his hooks. They'll shred my clothes! Besides, not like he's killing anyone important. Just a bunch of neo-nazi skinheads.
After flying in a circle for a second time. I decide to head out the hall. With Wolfy unable to follow due to his size.
I pass over barrel through several people. All stuck in the hall as they're trapped. The door being bent shut.
I just pick up speed and knock them over. Before barreling out and busting the hatch open with sheer force.
I zip around and speed out of the convenience store. Making sure to accidently break the liquor shelves with Stormtiger on my way out.
Oops.
I speed out through the store. And seeing the guy from earlier back in his chair reading his magazine. I run by and steal it out of his hands on the way. Just because.
I run down the street and take a few corners. Leaving Empire territory and entering PRT territory. I'm constantly healing Stormtiger of the road rash I'm giving him as I run. Though he's still going to be banged up when I turn him in. Can't make it too obvious that I'm healing him constantly.
As I reach the waterfront and prepare to hover on a saucer the rest of the way to the Rig. I stop as I spot a familiar face. Bandana and all.
"Hi Miss Militia!" I shout and wave. "Look what I got!"
I raise the bloodied and bruised form of Stormtiger up as best I can for her to see.
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Bonus
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Mark "DJ" Sheppard POV
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"This is, nice." I say at the warehouse.
It's a dump. Cobwebs and dust everywhere. To say nothing of the rube and debris. But I'm not going to say that to my new team.
"It's a dump." The blonde girl, Lisa says. "You can just say it."
"Just moved in not two days ago." The curly haired kid says from the couch. "Haven't even moved half our shit."
I think his name is Alex.
"His name's Alec." Lisa says from the table.
"Oh, I didn't want to be rude." I say apologetically. "And thank you."
"That's alright." Brian says from the far corner in the back as he picks up a crate. "We're not oblivious to our shortcomings."
"Well, do you need any help?" I ask, not really comfortable with just standing around.
"You can come with me and help me grab some stuff from the old base." Brian says. "It's a coin toss on whether or not we'll see some action."
"I already told you that the base's location hasn't been ratted out." Lisa says with a frown.
"You also said Kitsu wouldn't be at the transport." Brian shoots back.
"She fucks with my power!" She defends. "You know that's not fair."
"What are the odds Kitsu is at the base?" He asks as he sets the crate down. "Hmm?"
"Argh!" Lisa cries as she winces. A clear sign a Thinker has an immediate backfire.
"That's what I thought." He says. "DJ, you comin?"
"Out of costume you can just call me Mark." I tell him. "And yeah, I can help."
Thus began my uneventful first day as a member of the Undersiders.
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Missy and Kitsu's relationship dynamic.
Missy: Is professional and reserved, shy in public but is slowly gaining confidence. Missy values privacy and as such doesn't typically like public displays of affection. It makes her feel as though her relationship is there for the peoples entertainment. Kitsu takes advantage of this and teases her relentlessly. Making a game of how flustered she can make Missy become. When they're alone or not in public, Missy tends to be the dominant partner. Teasing and coddling Kitsu, taking advantage of any opportunity to be with her. And tries to push boundaries to see how far she can get. Having a very poorly hidden attraction towards her.
Things she likes about Kitsu: Her energy, sense of grandeur, silliness, touchy-feely behavior, intelligence, confidence, voice, eyes, tail, waist and her butt.
Things she dislikes about Kitsu: The public teasing, how she gets distracted easily, her merciless and often uncaring behavior towards those she doesn't like.
Love language: Talk. Missy expresses her affection best through words, though lacks the confidence to do so often.
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Kitsu: Energetic and outgoing, Kitsu is the gatekeeper of their relationship. Kitsu has always lived with a devil may care attitude and that applies to her relationship. She enjoys the attention Missy showers on her and in public is the dominant partner. Mostly due to her naturally outgoing personality. However she becomes easily flustered when Missy turns it around on her. She is aware of Missy's lust towards her and enjoys using it to tease her. A little fun fact is that Kitsu finds Missy's lap to be uncomfortable with how skinny she is, but constantly sits in it to both be closer to her, and because she knows Missy likes it.
Things she likes about Missy: Her patience, confidence, professionalism, creativity, how easy she is to tease, her smile, lips, height, and how she gives as well as she gets when they're in private.
Things she dislikes about Missy: There isn't anything Kitsu really dislikes about Missy.
Love language: Touch. Kitsu is a very physical and animated person. She expresses her affection though physical contact. Hugs, kisses, hand holding, hair brushing ect. Not necessarily romantic, but all forms of love. Scratching her ears is a sign of affection equivalent to a hug. And letting someone pet her tail is a massive sign of trust seeing as her tail is very sensitive and it's easy to hurt her with it.
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A/N
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
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FOR [Conduit]!
Grimnosh: Given your past usage, could you fix Leet's Shard and stop it from trying to kill him?
[Conduit]: [Answer: Yes] [Addendum: Iteration; This Unit Would Not Do So] [Reasoning: Risk Of This Units Discovery Too High]
RadChaos897: What are the conditions for a living being to Trigger? Or more specifically, how can an artificial being Trigger?
[Conduit]: [Primary Criteria: Sentience/Self Awareness] [Secondary Criteria: Emotional Expression]
RadChaos897: Do Shards dream of multi-dimensional sheep? Or are you more of a goat kind of Shard?
[Conduit]: [Neither]
RadChaos897: Do Shards have genders? Or is it more like a way to distinguish yourself? Or did your species evolve past such simple descriptors?
[Conduit]: [Identifiers Are Used For Convenience And Communication Purposes]
RadChaos897: I remember that some Shards (Queen Administrator & Queen Shaper according to the Faerie Queen/Glaistig Uaine/Ciara) are designated Queens, but are there King Shards? Do Princess and Prince Shards exist? Emperor and Empress Shards? Why the royal hierarchy names?
[Conduit] [Designations Such As; Queen; Are Arbitrary Titles Given By Humans] [Ranking Is Based On [Data] Storage] [King Is Equivalent to King; Gendered Designation Is Dependent On Host]
NEWB: I'mma take over and translate here. The titles Queen and Princess were given by the Faerie Queen to distinguish more important and powerful shards. Amy has [Princess Shaper] and Taylor had [Queen Administrator] the gender being reliant on the host.
The royal hierarchy scheme is merely to distinguish their importance. Under this naming system [Conduit] would be [Queen Manipulator]
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FOR KITSU!
RadChaos897: Are you more of a turkey or ham girl on thanksgiving? Or is it just mushroom pizzas all year round?
Kitsu: I'm more of a mashed potatoes girl. I can't stand any kind of pork though. Except for porkchops.
RadChaos897: Since arriving to Earth Bet, what has been the most "wait, that doesn't exist here?!" moments you've had.
Kitsu: Avatar: The Last Airbender. I found out it doesn't exist and I fell apart. Life was meaningless, choice was nothing but an illusion.
Then I found out it still exists on Earth-Aleph and I got better.
RadChaos897: Since one of your outfits is Gawr Gura's Hoodie and streaming is a thing due to Eric's Pinky Walk-In incident that got me wondering, do you want to start Vtubers?
Kitsu: Why start Vtubing when I can I just dominate the market as a real life anime girl!?
NEWB: GADDAMNIT RAD! STOP PREDICTING THE FUTURE!
RadChaos897: Have you thought of working with Leet of Uber & Leet? He may not be the most pleasant person to work with, but his Tinker power can be useful to you at least. If not that, then maybe you could toss him a couple "ideas" for video games that don't exist yet or haven't existed. There is plenty of money to be made with your future/alternate dimension knowledge of games.
Kitsu: No, they are genuinely despicable people. Their last stream was over Halo: Combat Evolved. And they went around beating up minorities as the Aliens.
To say nothing of the fact that Leet wears t-shirts mocking victims of The Nine.
And no, I've never met them. But I'll break his arm for the "Siberian Snack Time" tee shirt he wore and posted saying. (At least they were tasty! That's gotta be some consolation.)
NEWB: Check the Wiki. They really are meant to be horrid people. A sort of, Logan and Jake Paul, Billy Mitchell, Sneako, amalgamation with zero self awareness as to how bad they are. I understand why many authors give them a glow up. But it's like making Stormfront not racist and just having it always been that way with no explanation.
RadChaos897: On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being "I hate it here and I want to blow it all up before peaceing out" and 10 being "I want to die and reincarnate here again", how has your experience with Earth Bet been?
Kitsu: 3. There are worse places to wind up. At least this place has internet.
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As always, leave a comment and tell me what you think! It helps me write and gives me ideas and motivation moving forward. I especially love it when you guys speculate or make guesses as I do use them and they give me ideas.