A/N SURPRISE!
Alt title: Back and forth.
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FFN's NOTIFICATIONS ARE BACK UP! WOOOOOOOO!
*Celebration continues for three hours until NEWB passes out*
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Gogmazios: You're welcome!
Kaykaykaykayan: When I read your review all I could think was.
"It's my money and I want it now!"
Aaaah~, I made myself feel old again.
Levky: Thanks! Also, where've ya been?
Digi626: Her illusions can be visual, audible, and tactile.
She just straight up play music using the audible part of that. It's just a matter of remembering the whole song. Or listening to it and using her illusions to blast out what she's hearing.
Aren Gisly: I'm wondering if anyone recognizes who Rafael is.
And you probably don't wanna know what that sponsorship was for.
DancingLeaf: You're welcome!
I made the prices year appropriate. In 2010 the minimum wage in Massachusetts was $8. Right now it's $15.
And using an inflation converter, that $26 from 2010 turns into about $38 in 2023
And it's not custom. It's cheap general merchandise that'll maybe last a year before the ears and tail start falling apart and leave a normal gold orange backpack as all that's left.
Redburndragon: The smarter ones have probably figured that out.
SonicTundra: Amy really does have a lot of influence. Hell, in canon she had people coming from Egypt to see her.
As for being on other sites? Not yet, I'm figuring out QuestionableQuesting and I'm undecided on AO3. But I plan on making posts on QQ.
Eventually.
Grimnosh: Glad you enjoyed it!
Tagg was made a director after Thomas Calvert was killed and never showed up for the job. And Tagg was a sort of last minute desperate grab on the PRT's part. A sort of, well we don't have anyone else, if not Tagg then who?
As for whether or not that was Blanka. Who knows? Who's to say? Could be any fictional character with an inhuman appearance and orange fur in a place best known to be where Electric Eels are found. Could be anyone really, maybe Beast Boy?
Nuclear cat: Thanks! I'm glad you like it as well.
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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: IRON MAN!
IN: Boards- Location- America- Brockton Bay
Original poster: Char
Posted On May 10th 2010
WTF! Went to the Stark fundraiser. And CEO ANTHONY STARK HIMSELF just came out as a cape and a member of New Wave!
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Antigone
Replied on May 10th 2010
Well, I got nothing.
Tdren
Replied on May 10th 2010
Isn't he in deep with the PRT and all them? Hows that gunna work?
Feychick
Replied on May 10th 2010
Rich, powerful, handsome, now super powerful?
Is there a website or forum to become one of his groupies?
Ohearn
Replied on May 10th 2010
First Kitsu the Endstopper, then the pink girl on Shielder's livestream, rumors of that Case 53 breaker kid. Now this?
What's next? Kitsu tames Leviathan? The Mayor is a cape? Manpower comes out as gay?
God, I'm starting to sound like the resident lunatic. That's enough internet for today.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on May 10th 2010
I'll tell you whats next! Kitsu is mastering Panacea! It's why she isn't at the hospital! And has anyone seen or heard Shadow Stalker lately? Suspicious!
Gogmazios
Replied on May 10th 2010
Why? Who made you like this?
Aren Gisly
Replied on May 10th 2010
I think he was born this way. Just popped out the womb and his first words were "the moon landing was fake!"
Nod
Replied on May 10th 2010
Back on topic. If we all jump down the rabbit hole with him then he wins.
Valkyrie(wiki warrior)
Replied on May 10th 2010
What are his powers?! What that suit do?!
Yipper
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Safe to say he's probably a Tinker. And his suit can fly
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ToyFoxy(Case 53)(Cape)(New Wave)(Unverified Cutest Fox XP)
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Nice to know we got another girl on the team!
Iron = Fe
Man = Male
Iron Man = Fe Male
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Anthony Stark(CEO Stark Industries)(Unverified Cape)(Unverified New Wave)
Replied on May 10th 2010
I don't normally respond to these. But when I do, it's because it's something mind-bogglingly stupid.
Just throwing that out there #ToyFoxy
Vista(Wards ENE)
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Unverified? SHE DESERVES THAT TAG!
If for no other reason than no one else can claim it.
TinMother(Admin)
Replied on May 10th 2010
Tags are something that have to be verified through an admin. And "Cutest" is a subjective and broad label. Not a fact. Tags are meant to display verifiable information.
Boo-chan
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So New Wave is moving to New York?
Coyote-C
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No, they're expanding. This happened like ten years ago but the movement died when Fleur was shot in her civilian identity
Lasersmile
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I'm not sure how to feel about this.
On one hand, NEW CAPE!
On the other, new cape.
Char
Replied on May 10th 2010
Holy shit this is the most viral post I made ever!
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-Tuesday, May 11th, 7am, Dallon House-
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Kitsu POV
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I step out of my room in my Dawn outfit. Hair and tail blueish black. Tall pink boots with black knee socks and a cute dark blue dress with a pink skirt hem. White beanie and red scarf included.
I wish Pokemon existed in this universe. Sadly it doesn't, and all the Earth-Aleph stuff is, off. All the pokemon are the same! But the human characters past the orange islands are all different. Ash traveled with April and her little brother Adam in the Hoen region. And is traveling with Aurora in the Sinnoh region.
The outfits are different too. At least I don't have to worry about copyright!
Brock is the same. Thank goodness for mister drying pan.
I step out of my room and hear Mom and Dad's alarm going off.
'Odd.' I think to myself. 'Their alarm doesn't go off until nine.'
I rush out to the kitchen and set up my bowl of cereal. Milk first. I don't care what other people say, I like my bowl of cereal to be more milk than cereal.
I watch as Dad walks in and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Dressed in plaid sweats and a grey tee. He doesn't seem to notice me as he heads straight for the coffee pot. Making a pot of coffee as he stares into the slowly darkening glass.
After the pot fills up he pours himself a cup and pops his pill he had in his hand before downing it. Then another.
"Gonna go for a third?" I ask from the table.
"What?!" His eyes snap open as he swings to look at me in surprise.
I just munch on my fruity pebbles.
"How, how early do you get up?" He asks tentatively.
"Sometimes as early as five." I say through my food.
"Oh." He says simply.
"What are you doing up so early? You normally don't get up until nine." I ask as I pour more cereal into my bowl.
"No reason, just woke up before the alarm." He lies.
"Dad, I heard your alarm go off." I say.
"Then it messed up and woke me up early by accident." He tries.
"Then why'd you ask if I was up early?" I press.
We stare at each other challengingly.
"You're not getting an answer." He says before turning around to make another pot.
"Answer me human!" I yell at him.
And Amy just got out of the shower. Which means Vicky will be done getting dressed soon.
"Nope." He says and turns away, heading back to the hall.
I rush to the cabinet, grabbing the stool along the way, and put the box of cereal back. Before rushing after him and clinging to his leg.
"Answer me!" I demand as I wrap my legs around his calf.
"Nope!" He says. "You're going to have to let go soon anyways." He says as we pass Vicky's room.
"Never!" I say.
"I'll fart." He says.
"You wouldn't dare." I challenge darkly.
*Eeeh*
"Huweugh!" I gag as I rush all the way back to my room, holding my nose the whole way.
"YOU ARE AN EVIL MAN!" I shout across the house.
He's just busy laughing his ass off as he stands there in the hall.
"What's going on?" Vicky asks as she steps out of her room.
"Yu, you, you don't wanna, know." Dad wheezes.
"Oh, kay?" She says as she walks towards the kitchen.
I just decide to refresh my soul by playing with Kratos. Grabbing him from his container and setting him on my bed. Watching him walk across my bed slowly and just lay down.
"You're just a lazy little guy, aren'tcha?" I say as I scratch his exoskeleton.
He of course, doesn't respond. And just lays there.
"Who ate all the cereal?!" Vicky yells. "And put the empty box back in the cabinet?!"
Hehehehehe
I'm just on one today. Who knows? Next I'll mess with Mom and then Amy.
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-Gym Class-
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Six base. Apparently that's a game. It's like kickball, but on a gym court. Six bases, any number of people can be on a base.
*Thunk*
"Kitsu! You're out!" Coach Hussman calls.
"I got that!" I yell back to him.
Just because PE is pointless for me doesn't mean I enjoy sitting on the bench every day! I just happen to have no athletic ability. At all.
"Why don't you just sit out like Vicky does?" Eric asks. "I mean, unless you like getting hit with balls. In which case you do you."
"Don't make me switch your shampoo." I say as I sit next to him. "You're on the bench just the same as me."
"Yeah, but I at least got to third base." He says smugly. "Wait." He says after hearing himself.
"Still can't get to first with Pinky though." I tease.
"That is not what I meant in the slightest!" He shouts back with a blush. "And how do you know about, no! I'm not falling for that trick."
"Eric! I made cookies!" I have Pinky's voice say.
He goes completely still and wide eyed at the sound. Before slowly turning to look at me.
"How do you know about that?" He says evenly.
"Dude, it's on PHO and Youtube." I say. "You're livestream got clipped."
"Fuuuuuuck." He moans into his hands as he slides down the seat of the bleachers. "Mom is gonna kill me!"
"That's your concern?" I ask.
"Pinky's not supposed to be known to the public until her debut!" He groans, raking his hands up into his hair.
"Well, if it makes you feel better. People are shipping you two." I say.
"What?" He asks in disbelief, turning to look up at me. "Really?"
"Yep, they're calling you two cotton candy." I say with a smug grin.
"Wha, why?" He asks with squinted eyes.
"Because she's pink, you're blue." I say.
He just stares at me with a flat face before turning back to the kickball game.
"Maybe it's time to stop dyeing my hair."
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-Meanwhile, Dallon house-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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"Okay, streamers, balloons, table cloth?" I ask.
"Check, check, and, no." Mark says as he rummages through the tote. "Wait, check."
We're celebrating Kitsu's birthday, or whatever you'd call May ninth for her. We didn't celebrate it on May ninth due to the fundraiser and the fact that I really couldn't take that day off. That and she seemed, off, all day. Oddly quiet and subdued. No antics, no hyperactivity, nothing. The only thing that really happened was when I couldn't find her for almost two hours.
Not all too surprising when you take into account her first memory is likely of The Nine. On the ninth, when Leviathan sunk Newfoundland.
Probably best we don't celebrate her birthday on the day of. Too many bad memories attached. So we all just pretended we forgot, or in Kitsu's case, actually forgot. I don't think she's ever celebrated her birthday before. Considering every time she's asked when it is she answers with, "I guess it would be-"
"When are the others getting here?" Mark asks as he gets the air motor and starts blowing up the balloons.
"Nuh-uh." I stop him. "You're taller, you hang the banner and streamers. I blow up the balloons."
"Course you give yourself the easy job." He remarks.
"I'm giving you the job best suited to you, it's called delegation." I remark as we trade spots.
"Don't use your big fancy legal speak on me!" He says jokingly. "My smooth man brain no handle."
"I'll beat that brain smooth!" I threaten.
"What is that even supposed to mean?" He says as he laughs.
"Keep it up and find out." I double down.
We settle back into a comfortable silence as we set everything up.
"How are the permits for the ferry coming along?" He asks as he grabs more paper streamers.
"Just a matter of finalizing at this point." I answer. "The Mayor actually called me about it."
"Really? What'd he have to say?" Mark asks as he moves the chair to the hall's archway.
"Just a bunch of legal dribble as he was trying to get me to stop trying to get the ferry up and running." I tell him.
"Why?" Mark asks. "Won't the ferry attract more tourists?"
"It will." I confirm. "But the north dock is literal blocks away from ABB territory. He doesn't want to 'Air our dirty laundry to the greater public.'"
Fancy way of saying he doesn't want people to know he doesn't have this city's shit together.
"But the ferry is technically Kitsu's. I doubt the ABB would risk pissing off Lung like that." Mark adds.
"The Mayor doesn't know that." I say. "And it's not something we can advertise."
"True." He concedes. Stepping off the chair. "You never did say when the others will be here."
"Missy can't make it, she has console duty. Sarah's bringing the kids over with Pinky and Firebreather, but Neil has work." I list off. "And Gully will be here as well."
"What, not going to invite Lung?" He says jokingly.
I just stare at him like the idiot he's being.
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"I'll go set up the kitchen." He says.
"You go do that."
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-Chem class-
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Kitsu POV
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Me and Chris being paired up is just standard at this point. I asked the teacher why Chris kept being given standard sheets rather than modified ones, and the answer nearly caused me to throw a desk at him. Chris, not the teacher.
Chris doesn't want others to know about his dyscalculia. So he refuses modified papers and an interpreter. In other words, pride. He's too proud to accept official help. The only reason he accepts mine is because I don't give him a choice. Something the teacher noticed.
"Look, it's fine." Chris defends. "I was doing fine before!"
"You get the option to have an interpreter at the beginning of every semester." I glower at him. "If you refuse next year, I'll break your skateboard."
"I don't have a skateboard." He says in confusion before his eyes widen, understanding what I meant. "You wouldn't dare!"
"I would!"
"After the hearing aides I made you?!" He whisper shouts.
"I've gone five years without. I can go longer." I say haughtily.
"Do you know how long it took me to make that thing?" He says.
"Do you know how much effort I go through to rewrite these papers?" I say back. "And news flash, I'm not in every class you have numerical problems in!"
"I've done fine on my own." He says stubbornly. "I don't need-"
"Okay." I say, cutting him off.
"What?"
"I tried, clearly nothing's getting done. So I'm done." I say and go to my own sheet.
"Um, okay." He says awkwardly.
After about ten minutes I catch him trying to peek at my paper. So I illusion a middle finger on it. And then the words. (You want help? Ask)
He huffs next to me and goes back to his own paper.
He'll come around.
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-Biology-
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"Kitsu, a word?" Mrs. Kindley asks as class lets out.
Just about every other biology class ends like this. And it usually ends with me getting new ideas or new stuff to play- I mean, study! And experiment!
"Whatcha need?" I ask.
"I was just wondering how things have been." She says. "There haven't been any papers published with your name attached lately and I was wondering if you were having trouble with your experiments."
"Oh, nah." I say. "I just don't have enough room for some of the things I wanna do right now." I say.
"Like what?" She asks.
"Like a Willow tree that glows or making Kratos bigger and more robust." I say.
"Kratos?" She asks.
"Oh! He's the Ironclad beetle you gave me!" I say and pull out my phone to show her a picture of him on my floor.
"He looks the same as before." She says. "What do you mean by, more robust?"
I slide to the next photo that shows me holding him. Giving a view into the fact that he's a lot bigger now.
"Oh. Oh my." She says in surprise. "How did you manage that?" She asks.
"I used a few steaks that were freezer burnt." I say with a shrug. "I just stuck'em on him and used my biokinesis to meld them together and reshape his body to what it was. Essentially I added biomass to him."
"You can use dead matter to enhance living matter?" She asks.
"I could've done it with sticks if I wanted to." I say with a shrug. "It's just easier to use animal material on bugs and animals than it is to use plant material on bugs and animals. And vise versa." I explain.
"Oh, that's, awfully versatile." She says.
"Yep!" I say. "Fun too! I have other things of course, I just haven't finished them."
"Like what? If you don't mind me asking." She says.
"Well, a thorn bush that can shoot thorns when disturbed. A tree to produce spider silk for mass production of strong material." I list off. "I also intend to mix in some of those enzymes deer ticks transmit. So that anyone hit will gain a permanent allergy to red meat!"
"Why would you do that?" She asks with a concerned look.
"Hookwolf." I say simply.
"While I don't necessarily disagree with your choice of target." She says. "As your teacher, I'd like to encourage you not to make an organic device capable of transferring allergies."
"I will take it into consideration." I say professionally.
"I suppose that's the best I'll get." She says with a sigh. "Go ahead and head to lunch, I look forward to hearing more from you."
"Alright." I say with a shrug and head out.
I'm mostly joking about the allergy thing anyway. Mostly.
My first thought was to get ahold of a gimpy gimpy. But those are difficult to come across legally.
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I'm walking through the halls. Intent on heading home for lunch, avoiding Dennis and Vicky's friends.
"Kitsu!" I hear Vicky call.
I turn around to spot her jogging up to me. She grabs my wrist and tries to pull me. Only for me to activate my zero knockback and remain unmoving.
*Crack*
And for her to crack the tiles of the hall as she fails to move me. A secondary effect of my zero knockback. I can't be moved against my will. I imagine portals will work, or just ripping up whatever I'm on. But me myself? Not happening.
"Shit!" Vicky curses, looking towards the webbed cracks under her foot.
"Geeze!" I say teasingly. "I knew you were putting on weight, but enough to crack the floor?"
That got some laughs from a few passing students. Of which none seemed too concerned over the destruction of property. Likely because it's standard and expected when Vicky's involved. Anyway, I smirk as she glares at me.
"Come on." She says and tries to move me.
"No." I say simply. "I'm going home for lunch."
"You go home for lunch everyday." She says with a roll of her eyes. "You need to expand your social circle!"
"My social circle is large enough." I defend. "And I refuse to socialize with your friends."
"What's wrong with my friends?!" Vicky demands.
"They're noisy, gossips, lack personal boundaries and are super invasive, rude, and are so basic I can probably pick a random name in my head and that'll be one of them." I list off.
It's true, her friends are basically NPC's.
She stops tugging on my arm and just stands in front of me. A puzzled look on her face. On closer inspection I see she's wearing makeup. She must've gotten new product.
"Wow, that's uh. Um, a more extensive list than I would've thought." She admits.
"Can I go home now?" I ask.
"Fuck it." She says and pulls out her phone.
I just start walking and enhance my strength to drag her with me. Digging grooves into the tiles.
"Stop!" She says. "Do you know how much trouble we'll get in if you ruin the floor any more?! Mom and Dad have to pay for that!"
"I'll pay for it." I say nonchalantly as I don't stop.
She just starts flying to avoid damaging the floor more.
"What do you need Vicks?" Amy's voice answers the phone.
"Plan B!" She says.
"What's plan B?" I ask, stopping my movement to tilt my head back and look up at her.
"I told you your idea wouldn't work." Amy says smugly.
"Yeah yeah, no need to rub it in!" Vicky complains. Still not letting go of me.
"Hmm, nah. I wanna hear you say it." Amy retorts.
"Seriously?" Vicky says. "Right now?"
"Yep."
"Haaaa~" Vicky sighs. "You are the smartest and most wise of all the Dallons I know. Your intelligence and value can not be overstated." She drones out in the flattest voice possible.
At this point I'm just curious to see what this is about.
"And?" Amy prods.
"Don't push it Ames." Vicky snides.
"Alright, Kitsu. Wanna hang out in the lunchroom? I'll scratch your ears." Amy says.
"Deal!" I shout and take off. Dragging Vicky behind me.
At some point she let go and I lost her as I rush through the halls. I rush into the lunch room and spot Amy in her usual spot. Running over I sit at the very end of the bench and lean into her.
"Time!" Chris says.
"Two point three seconds." Vergil answers.
"Finally!" He calls out, throwing his hands up in the air. "I win!"
"Yeah." Vergil says with a roll of his eyes. "Just took ya seven times."
"Hey! A wins a win! You can't ruin this for me!" Chris retorts and takes Vergil's lunch. "Ha!"
"Wasn't your last bet fifty bucks?" I ask. "A school lunch is hardly-"
"Cam wuim dis forw me!" He says as he stuffs his face.
"Yeah, okay." I say. "Where's Dean?" I ask, noticing the missing teen.
"He and Vicky broke up." Dennis says. "Again."
"What happened this time?" I ask softly, not meeting his eyes.
"He didn't notice that she wasn't wearing makeup." Amy says. "So she took that to mean he doesn't care to pay attention to her or notice how much effort she goes through to doll herself up for him."
"Doesn't she always say she only dresses up for herself?" Dennis asks.
"Eeyup!" Amy says.
"Enough about Vicky's poor interpersonal relationship skills." I say. "On to more important matters!"
"And what's that?" Carlos asks, finally adding to the conversation.
I grab Amy's hand and place it on my head. "Scratches!"
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So, apparently Vicky was dealing with the fallout of us breaking the tiles. Well, it was a hundred percent her. But I got partially blamed.
I have a meeting with the principle Thursday, with Mom and Dad.
Yay.
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"I don't see why you're following me." I say as I walk home.
"We can't look out for you?" Vicky asks. "There could be some creepy guys just around the corner. Also, why walk? Can't you fly or, outrun Velocity?"
"One, no." I say and hold up my fingers without looking back. "Two, I'd hear them. Three, the last guy I saw performing unconsensual acts on someone, I made him eunuch."
There's a bit of silence as we walk.
"Wait! That was you!?" Amy suddenly asks.
"Oh, I guess that means he made it to the hospital before he bled out?" I say casually.
"Hold up." Vicky says as she flies in front of me. "You castrated a guy?!"
"I've castrated several guys." I say with a shrug as I keep walking. "And a few girls."
"Wha, tha, you can't do that!" Vicky cries, looking at me in abject horror.
"Hey, when a trucker offers you a ride to the next town over. And you wake up to him trying to get your clothes off, then you can ride that high horse." I say simply.
We're about two blocks from the house at this point, and I smell pizza!
"Ooh!" I say excitedly.
"What?" Amy asks.
"I smell pizza coming from our house!" I say happily.
Vicky stops staring at me and pulls out her phone and starts typing.
"How can you tell it's from our house?" Amy asks.
"The strength of the smell. It's relatively fresh and the strength of it means there's a lot!" I say excitedly. "So either that, or one of the neighbors ordered a bunch of pizza!"
"Hey Kitsu!" Vicky says, getting in front of me. "Can I throw you?"
"Nah, maybe later." I say and keep walking.
Normally, I actually wouldn't mind. Being thrown is like being put on a rollercoaster when you know you can't be injured. And the pain from landing only lasts a few seconds. But I'm in a skirt, and flashing all of Brockton Bay isn't something on my bucket list.
"Uh, um. Think fast!" She says and grabs me.
I think fast. And activate my zero knockback as she tries to pick me up.
"Hrrrrmmmm!" Vicky grunts. "Come! On! What the hell?! You weigh like, thirty pounds! How can't I lift you!?"
"Forty three, but I'll take the complement." I say. "And maybe you're just not as strong as you think."
"Fuck you!" She says as she starts unleashing more of her aura, getting scarier and scarier. Reminding me of Mom when she was yelling at Vicky.
Wait.
*Slap*
I smack her hard enough to break her shield. And she reels back in surprise, before her face starts blooming in anger.
"Aura!" I yell at her. My heart pounding in my chest.
"You didn't have to slap me!" She yells, reeling in said aura.
"You're fine." I say as I continue walking.
"Wait!" Vicky says.
"What now?" I ask tiredly.
"Um, Amy?" Vicky looks over with pleading eyes.
She stands there with her normal resting bitch face, staring at Vicky. Before realizing she's being addressed.
"Huh? What?" She asks with surprise.
"Going home!" I say and rush off towards the house.
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"Almost done!" I call back to Carol.
"Table's set!" Pinky calls.
"Banner's good!" Sarah shouts.
"Pizza's are staying warm! I guess." Firebreather says next to me in the kitchen.
He's using his pyrokinesis to keep the pizza's from going cold.
"Vicky just called!" Carol yells. "She couldn't distract her and she took off!"
"Mission failed. We'll get'em next time." Eric says as he sets up the presents in the corner.
It's only four presents and a few cards. But it's the thought that counts.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Gully asks from her chair.
"Try and meet Kitsu at the door and distract her?" I suggest with a shrug.
"Doesn't she have super hearing? And super smell?" Eric asks. "Pretty sure she'd know what's going on."
"Well, we tried?" Pinky says apologetically with a shrug.
It's been literal years since we threw a surprise party. Not since Vicky or Amy turned twelve. And we underestimated how much time went into it.
And forgot about food.
And ran out of balloons and streamers.
I had to make a run to the store.
*Slam*
"Where is she?" I hear Vicky yell as she crashes through the front door.
Hopefully not literally.
I jog to the living room to meet her. I reach the front end of the house to see that, thankfully, Vicky didn't break the door.
"You got here first." Sarah says.
"What? How?" Vicky asks in confusion. "She took off before me and disappeared!"
"You mean the girl who can turn invisible, disappeared?" Carol asks as she crosses her arms.
"Uh, shit."
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Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
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"And they're gone." I say tiredly. "Great."
"Aaw, is PanPan feeling lonely?" I hear beside me.
"WhatTheShitFuck!?" I flinch at the voice next to me.
Kitsu shimmers into existence next to me. Grinning, tail wagging, and just over all happy as usual.
"Didn't you just?" I ask as I point towards the direction of the house.
In response, a second Kitsu walks out from behind the first. Only for the first to speed off down the road and disappear in the distance.
"What'cha see ain't always what'cha get!" She sings.
"Alright?" I say. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Enjoying a quiet walk." She says as she resumes her walk home.
"You? Quiet?" I ask with a laugh. "Bullshit!"
She stops and turns slightly to look back at me.
"Is it really so hard to believe I enjoy quiet walks?" She asks.
"It's hard to imagine you and quiet." I retort as I cross my arms and lean to one side.
She just stares at me. Before turning around and shrugging before moving along. Continuing to walk away and towards the house. Only to turn invisible in a few steps.
"Why are you-" I start to question before I see Vicky barreling this way not a second later.
"Where is she?" Vicky asks as she comes to a stop in front of me.
'Oh, that's why.'
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-Meanwhile, Coils base-
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Thomas "Coil" Calvert POV
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It seems I will need to escalate things. Bitch is no longer looking at the Birdcage. She is instead looking at Asylum East to receive behavioral therapy. At which point she'll be released once her therapy is deemed complete.
Her attorney managed to make a rather compelling case. By showing her empathetic side and going as far as to pull up records from nearly ten years ago, detailing the known behavior of the disciplinarian she was put in the care of. And managing to secure the security camera footage of Bitch's trigger.
The footage of a woman trying to drown a small dog, only for said dog to rip out of the pool while the little girl panics. Was rather, moving, in the eyes of the court.
She's no longer being tried as an adult because of it, and is instead being tried as the teen she is. I can't have that. It's a loose end I'll need to cut. And the justice system is one of the few places I don't have a hand in.
Yet.
Opening a new timeline. I give Accord a call.
"Coil. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His accent neutral voice rings out.
"I have a bit of a loose end that needs tightening." I say evenly. "I was wondering if you could, help me acquire the proper help?"
"You want Taskmaster." He says, rather than asks.
"As sharp as ever." I say jovially, appealing to his ego. "You are correct."
"He is quite expensive, as I'm sure you're well aware." He says evenly.
"Money is a small price to pay for peace of mind." I say resolutely. "And perfection."
"Well said." He agrees. "I'll forward the details to you at six tomorrow."
"Much appreciated. Onto other, less pressing matters." I continue, knowing I have five minutes left with him. "How are the Travelers fairing for you?"
"Quite well, though their leader is proving more and more difficult by the week. And a solution is not presenting itself." He says in a mix of disappointment and irritation.
"If ever you need to offload the burden, I'll be more than happy to accommodate the girl." I tell him.
Honestly, I've thought about exasperating her condition and setting her loose as a means of scaring the public away from Case 53's. But there are far too many complications with such a plan. Not the least of which being the ire of the Travelers. And with such individuals as Sundancer and Genesis. Not a landmine I intend to trigger.
And the Undersiders still need a replacement for Bitch. As it stands, they have no muscle and no transport. Finding an individual who can cover both will be no easy task.
I close the timeline were I idled and open a new one. In one I go home, in the other I stay here and contact a few info brokers. After getting the knowledge I need. I close that timeline. Content with the information I gained.
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-Back to earlier-
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Kitsu POV
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As I turn invisible upon hearing Vicky start to approach. I can't help but get suspicious. First Mom and Dad wake up early. Then Vicky and Amy try to keep me at school during lunch. Then they try and keep me from the house.
Admittedly Amy is better at it than Vicky. She's such an open book it's not funny. Meanwhile Amy has a poker face that would throw James Bond off his game.
Yeah, I saw one of those movies last night. Dad has them on DVD. I don't remember the name. But I ruined the movie for him by pointing out a major plot hole.
The big bad that Bond was facing off in a poker match, has a tell. His eyebrow twitches when he has a bad hand. So to cover that up, he puts his hand to his temple. And Bond figured out that he does that to hide his tell.
Here's the issue I have. He only puts his hand to his temple when he's hiding his twitch. Meaning he only puts his hand to his temple, when he has a bad hand! He's just making a bigger tell! That's not clever! It's asinine! If he put his hand to his temple when he had a good hand as well, that'd be smart. No, instead of needing to look for a small twitch of the eyebrow that lasts maybe a second, he moves his arm. Making it far more obvious.
At least Austin Powers was self aware about how stupid it is.
My internal rant over lazy screenwriting over. I'm coming up on the house and notice there's a lot of noise coming from inside. And a lot of smells.
'Citric and sweet. Pinky. Axe covering sweat, Eric. Coffee and cleaner, Dad. Paper, ink, perfume, Mom. Arid and, that's Firebreather.' I list. Firebreather has a weird scent that I just can't place. Somewhere between coal, smoke, and rootbeer for some reason. 'Flowery sweet perfume covering sweat, Crystal. Wet soil and roses, Gully. Aaaaaand paper and deodorant, Sarah.'
As well as a lot of pizza.
I decide to walk around the house to my window. Still invisible. I put my hand on the wooden windowsill and move the organic material to come out and push the latch. Unlocking my window. Restructuring the window back to how it was. I listen in as I hear Vicky bursts through the front door of the house.
"If you break that door it's coming out of your allowance!" Mom says.
"Sorry!" Vicky says quickly. "I can't find her!"
Probably referring to me. I think as I open my window and crawl in. Careful not to ruin my dress.
"Well, where's Amy?" Mom asks tiredly with a sigh.
"Crap!" She says and flies out.
I plop onto my bed. The door to my room open as usual. And I turn around on my knees to close my window, locking the latch.
"Don't bother closing it, she'll just burst through again." Mom says.
Turning around on my bed I listen for the sounds of the house.
"Well, now what?" Sarah asks.
"I'm calling her, that's what." Mom says.
I keep up my invisibility and walk through the house to surprise her. There's a bunch of balloons and those crinkly paper streamers everywhere.
I side step to avoid Crystal as she passes me in the hall. And keep walking, thankful for my smaller stature.
I come up right behind Mom just in time for my phone to ring. And I drop my invisibility before she turns around. I pull out my phone and answer it.
"Whatcha need Mamasita!?" I say excitedly as she turns to me.
She drops her look of surprise in favor of a glare. She looks like she's about to say something but just sighs instead.
"Found her!" She shouts.
"Where?" I hear Dad shout.
"Here!" I shout back and notice the white banner above the archway to the hall.
(Happy 13th? Birthday! Kitsu!)
Spelt out in glittery pink italics.
I guess, I would be thirteen. Technically. When did that happen? Well, I guess the ninth. Which would've been Sunday. So today's the eleventh, making me roughly thirteen on paper.
When was the last time I actually kept track of that? Did I ever? Normally I would just look at the years suffix number and add two. Picking May ninth as an arbitrary date because it's the closest thing that applies.
I don't even remember ever celebrating the day I showed up. Not much to celebrate. Doesn't help that I'd be constantly reminded of it every year as a small memorial service would go out through the media. Mourning the loss of Newfoundland and the Boston massacre that happened on the same day. Making May ninth a day for remembrance and charity events.
Which honestly just adds a layer of salt to the day for me.
There are no good memories associated with May ninth for me.
"Kitsu!" Mom says, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Huh?" I ask, not realizing I had zoned out.
"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I say, snapping out of my daze.
"I'm back!" Vicky says as she appears through the door and places Amy down.
"Me too, I guess." Amy says as she fixes her windswept hair.
"Oh, you're here." Vicky says tiredly. "Well, surprise." She waves her hand towards the banner as she starts walking past all of us.
"I'm getting a shower." She says as she passes.
"Just make sure to hurry up." Mom says.
I'm, honestly blanking.
"Well, as you figured out." Mom says with a sigh. "We were trying to throw you a surprise party."
"And you had Vicky try and keep it from me?" I ask.
"What's wrong with Vicky?" Mom asks with a pointed look.
"She's about as subtle as a brick to the face." I say.
"Pfft!" Amy keeps herself from laughing out loud.
Mom turns to her, presumably with the same pointed glare she gave me. And Amy looks away, her hands behind her back.
"I didn't say anything." She says evenly.
Mom glares for a bit more before Sarah claps her hands. Drawing attention to her.
"Well then! Now that Kitsu's here, how about we start with the cake?" She says excitedly.
"What kind is it?" I ask with false excitement.
I don't really like cake. Except cookie cake. That's okay.
"Chocolate." Mom says. "And we got plenty of pizza for you. As well as a few other foods for you to try."
"Really?!" I ask with more sincerity.
"Yes, now come on."
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"Happy birthday to you."
This is embarrassing. I normally like having all the attention be on me. But, I don't know! This is different!
I'm also wearing a glittery pink sash that has Birthday Girl in glittery silver letters.
It is mine now.
"Blow out the candles." Dad says.
I do so, powering through my own embarrassment.
*Spark*
They just reignited.
I blow them out again.
*Spark*
"Pfft." Eric, Vicky, Dad, and Amy snort.
I glare at them and decide to play it smart. I pinch each candle, letting the heat transfer and killing the flames of each.
"Ha!" I shout victoriously.
*Spark*
"What!?"
"Pfft." Firebreather chuckles.
I slowly turn to him, and glare at his shit eating grin.
"These aren't self reigniting are they?" I ask him pointedly.
"In my defense." He says, holding back a chuckle. "It wasn't my idea."
In response, I grab each candle and toss them in the sink.
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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We had a few games prepared. Including a few video games to play split screen. A game of guess who that ended in Pinky winning. Charades that saw Kitsu getting banned for using her powers excessively to win. From her illusions, to using her own self-biokinesis to bend herself in odd ways to assist her when her illusions were banned. And a food taste testing where we are now. We learned she likes crab, sushi, catfish, mangoes, apple butter on bread, sirloin steak, anything with cheese.
And now?
"Haaaa! Haaaa! Aaaaah!" She cries, as in, actually crying. "Wab wav that?!"
"Just some hot wings!" Eric defends. "Not even that hot! They're mild!"
Turns out she cannot handle spicy foods.
And is currently super speed running in circles around the table as we hold the plates down to keep them from flying off the table before it all stops. Her being in the fridge downing a gallon of milk.
"Pah!" She gasps.
"Overreaction much?" Vicky asks.
"On a scale of, one, to ten. My tolerance caps out at three." Kitsu pants. "And three is a lemon!"
"How can you be impervious to fire, yet spice burns?" Mark asks.
"I don't eat the fire! And the spice doesn't get absorbed!"
That's how that ended. Kitsu filled herself up on milk.
Throughout all this, one thing became apparent.
She's not happy.
Sure she's smiling, and running around with excitement. But I can tell it's an act. And so can Mark and Amy.
For one, her real smile is open mouthed. She doesn't close her teeth when she's smiling. Two, her ears are relaxed, not perked or flittering. Hell, sometimes I've seen them splay back. And her tail has not moved past a gentle sway. Sometimes going still and tensing completely for moments at a time.
The happiest she's been is when she was eating new foods she found she liked. What kid doesn't like parties or celebrating their birthday? Did something happen at school?
"Alright! Finally time for presents!" Mark says.
"Ooh! Gimme gimme gimme gimme!" Kitsu says, hopping into the seat at the head of the table.
Mark hands her the first wrapped gift. A box roughly larger than her head. Wrapped up in red wrapping paper and sealed in clear tape. It's Mark's gift.
She immediately tears into it with a smile. A fake one, and me and Mark share a knowing look.
She rips into it to reveal a small, multicolored chameleon plushie. She stares at it for a bit. Her tail gaining a bit of a sway as she gives a genuine smile.
"Your name shall be Quipster!" She says excitedly.
I'll never understand her naming sense.
The next gift is from Amy, it's a small box, little smaller than her head.
Tearing into it, she finds it's a tote with a bunch of dead frogs, lizards, and other small creatures in tubes of liquid.
"I love it!" Kitsu says excitedly.
"Just don't ask where I got them." Amy says tiredly.
That line causes all sorts of alarms to ring in my head.
"It's nothing illegal, is it?" I ask, turning a pointed stare to her.
"No, I just don't want Kitsu bothering the people who let me take these." Amy says and pulls out her phone.
*Rrrm*
I pull out my phone to see it's a text from her.
(Medical RnD at the hospital. Those are safe to be handled by people. Nothing dangerous.)-A
'Good.' I think to myself and give her a nod as Vicky gives Kitsu her gift.
I still get this uncomfortable feeling. Like I need to check in and verify that she's telling the truth. A part of me that won't let me trust her word.
I squish it down. Recognizing that it's not helping.
"What is this?" Kitsu asks as she pulls out a pink makeup kit. "A tackle box?"
"I told you they look like tackle boxes!" Mark points a finger at me.
"Put that finger down before I break it." I threaten lightly.
"In front of all these witnesses?" He says, gesturing to everyone at the table. "A good lawyer like yourself should know better." He finishes as he crosses his arms.
"I didn't see anything." Sarah says.
"I'm legally blind." Eric says.
"Is that a new ceiling?" Crystal asks.
"I'm confused." Firebreather adds.
"If it'll get me ungrounded I'll side with Mom." Vicky says.
"I plead the fifth." Amy joins in.
Mark just looks towards Kitsu.
"What's in it for me big man?" She says with a smirk.
"I'm surrounded. A house full of heroes, and yet no one to save me." He says dramatically.
"Ooh! That's a good one!" Kitsu says as her tail starts wagging in earnest for the first time this whole afternoon.
"Thanks, I've been saving that one for a week now." Mark says, losing his earlier drama.
"Just get to the next present." I say with a roll of my eyes.
It's a small box. My gift. I had it personally made.
She opens it to reveal a small, white metal locket with her, Pearl emblem, etched into both sides. Turns out she has her own emblem similar to everyone else in New Wave, it's the design on her Irida outfits tail coat, sashes things. She really does just fit in. She makes hard light weapons similar to me, can fly like most of us, has a variant of biokinesis similar to Amy, and can create hard light walls like Eric. And lately those walls have been getting stronger. Not quite on Eric's level. But enough to stop a few bullets.
She opens it to reveal it flips down to have a total of four slots you can put photo's in.
"You can put whoever's pictures in there." I say.
She closes it and puts it on.
"Thank you." She says. "I love it."
I, honestly can't tell if she's being genuine or just being respectful.
And, it hurts a little to think she might not like it.
After that she goes through the cards everyone got her. Taking the money and putting it in her pocket, not even bothering to check how much it is. Just stuffing the money away without a thought while reading the card. Setting each card to the side as she reads the next one.
The afternoon went on like that. Until everyone went home at about six. With Gully heading out first. And Sarah and the rest leaving shortly after.
With me and Mark cleaning up. Kitsu offered, but I refused to let her. We threw this for her enjoyment, she shouldn't have to be the one to clean it up.
Even if she could probably get it done in less than ten minutes. It's the principle of the matter.
"Hey, you noticed it too right?" Mark asks as he folds a pizza box.
"You mean her mood?" I ask as I make a needle of energy to pop the balloons.
"Yeah, any idea what was up?" He asks as he puts the rest of the left over pizza away in the fridge.
It'll be gone in a week if Kitsu has any say.
"I was thinking something happened at school." I say.
"Could you go talk to her?" Mark asks. "I'll finish up here."
"Yeah." I say softly. "I'll go do that."
Mark has never been good at emotional stuff. On or off his meds. He's a lot better on his meds. But there are some things that some people just aren't good at. In his case it's dealing with little girls complex emotions.
I walk to Kitsu's door and knock.
"It's open!" She calls.
I open it to find her on her bed. Cross legged and staring at the wall as she holds her stuffed narwhal.
"Hey, everything okay?" I ask as I step in and close the door.
I have to calm myself at the reaction I'm having to the dark. The dimly lit room, filled with glowing foliage and a soft sweet scent of watermelon.
'This is about her, not you.' I remind myself. 'Deal with your issues on your own time.'
"Yeah." She says softly as I sit on the bed next to her.
"You don't seem okay." I say.
She's not looking at me. And normally that'd upset me. But she doesn't address people with her eyes. She does so with her ears. And those are facing me.
"Mhh." She grumbles into her narwhal.
"Did something happen at school?" I ask.
"Mn-mn." She denies.
"Is everything okay between you and Missy?" I ask.
"Mn-hm." She affirms.
We sit in silence for a bit. And I bring my hand up to scratch her ears placatingly. With her closing her eyes and leaning into my hand.
"Did you not like the party?" I ask.
"…" She doesn't respond.
"If you didn't like it, you can say something." I say softly.
"I liked it." She mumbles.
"But?" I prod.
"But, I just. I never, I didn't know how to react." She says. "I've never really had a birthday. Let alone celebrated it. And the closest thing I can call a birthday is something I can't really call a happy day. I just, don't know what to do."
That's, I never really considered that in full. I didn't think she ever really celebrated her birthday proper, or considered her first day a good one with what I now know.
But I figured that as a kid she'd be excited to have any excuse to celebrate and have fun. I didn't consider the thought that she would focus on the meaning of the celebration and the actual day it celebrates.
"I appreciate the party, and the gifts, and everyone being here." She says. "I just, I don't like the day. I'm sorry."
I pull her into a hug and comfort her. Not wanting her to think about it too much and possibly have a repeat of when she was last reminded of that day.
"It's alright." I say. "You don't have anything to apologize for."
I stay here with her for a bit as I hold her.
"If it's alright. Can I go?" She asks. "I wanna tease Missy."
'Of course she does.' I think sardonically.
"Yeah, go on." I say with a roll of my eyes. "Spend time with your girlfriend instead of the people who spent a whole day preparing a celebration for you."
"I can stay here!" She says frantically as her head shoots up. "I didn't mean that as-"
"Kitsu." I interrupt her. "I'm teasing you."
"Oh." She says with a blush as her ears splay back.
"Go on. Today is to make you feel happy, if spending the rest of it with your girlfriend will do that then it's fine." I say and ruffle her hair. "Now that I think about it, you've never had a hair cut, do you cut it yourself?" I ask to distract her.
"No, I just don't let it grow longer." She answers.
'Right.' I think to myself. 'Full self-biokinesis.'
"Well, you can go ahead and change into your Irida outfit." I say as I let go and get up. "Just be back before nine."
"Kay!" She says excitedly.
I leave her room and close the door behind me. Walking to the kitchen where Mark is gathering all the paper streamers.
"How'd it go?" He asks as I take my seat by the trash can and resume popping the bucket of balloons.
"As well as it could." I say.
"Did you find out what was wrong?" He asks as he walks up and stuffs the paper in the trash.
"She just, never had a birthday and didn't know how to react." I say.
*Click*
"Oh, and she's heading to the Rig to see Missy."
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-The Rig, 6:34pm-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"And where is that?" Vergil asks over the headset.
"Near Dancing Leaf studios." I tell him as I rest my head in my hand. Bored out of my mind.
"Uuhhhh."
"What street are you on?" I ask.
"Um, I'm on Kayan street." He answers.
Vergil still hasn't learned the layout of Brockton Bay.
"Okay, head down the street, take a right, and it's a straight shot to the Boardwalk." I say.
"Gotcha, Static out!"
*Click*
I click out of the voice recording system and hover back to the desktop. A display of the cities road system on view. With various yellow dots popping up here and there. Showing crime reports and what they are. The desk having an extendable shelf under the desk to house the keyboard for shorter people.
Or Wards when we're on console duty.
None are near the boardwalk. So none of us Wards are allowed to interfere unless it gets desperate. Most of the crime reports are in the Merchant and ABB territory. And the inner city parts of E88 territory.
'So stupid.' I think to myself bitterly. 'That we have area's we actively refer to as their territory.'
It'd be so easy to just take them over. Just put me and Dennis on it. I can warp the space to them and he can tag the gangs capes. Giving us enough time to set up containment and cart them off. So long as we avoid the leaders we can sidestep another Boston games incident.
As I'm thinking to myself, my power lets me know of a moving spot I can't effect. Getting closer and closer to me.
I turn around to see nothing, and the spot goes from behind me to above, to the desk I'm using.
Swinging back around I spot Kitsu sitting there. Legs crossed, leaning back on her hands as she smiles down at me.
God, how I love her hero costume and how it shows off her legs.
I also notice she's wearing a glittery pink sash that says birthday girl.
'Oh god I forgot to get her a present!' I realize with dread.
I was going to get her something on the day of. But then I had patrol and she had the concert she needed to do security for and I just overall forgot!
"Well~" She says with a teasing grin. "How's my little Missy doing?"
'Here?!' I think as I feel my face burst in heat. 'She's going to flirt with me in a room of cubicles with twenty other people?!'
"L-little?" I stutter out, trying to turn it around on her. "You're shorter than me."
"Yeah." She says with a teasing grin as she lays down on the desk, resting her head in her hands and curling her legs to fit within the walls of the cubicle. "But I'm now officially older."
"By a week!" I counter.
"Still counts!~" She says in a sing song voice. "So, how's it feel to be dating an older woman?" She asks haughtily.
Getting a spur of the moment idea. I lean forward and grab her face. Smashing our lips together awkwardly as I try and fail to get my heart to stop pounding. As well as tease her back.
I think I went too hard. I smashed my lip into my teeth and I can taste blood.
I separate from her. Looking at her wide eyed and blushing face as she sits back up and looks away. Her ears splayed back and her tail twitching.
"Like that." My voice cracks.
"Um, yeah." She says.
We sit there in awkward silence.
'Stupid!' I yell at myself. 'What were you thinking?! 'Like that.' You sounded like an idiot! And not only that! Now you're bleeding and are probably going to have a bruised lip you'll have to explain to mom tomorrow!'
*Ring*
We both flinch at the sound of the computer going off. With Kitsu almost falling off the desk.
It's Vergil again. I click the icon and access the channel to see what's up.
"Static Shock this is Vista at the console, what is it you require?" I say, slipping into my professional persona.
"Uh, directions?" He says apologetically.
I take a breath to calm myself. And count to ten.
"Vista?"
"Turn on your GPS tracker." I say.
Something we all have, but isn't on all the time. It's considered invasive by the Youth Guard to have it on at all times without the users active knowledge. But it does has a remote activation program in case of emergencies that can be triggered here in the console room.
His tag lights up on the screen. And I feel my face heat up for a different reason.
"You went in the opposite direction!"
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Bonus
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-Baumann Parahuman Containment Center-
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Ivan "Ebon" Evans POV
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Three months. I've been trapped in here three months. Like a damn animal. With a collar around my neck threatening to go off the moment I use my powers.
But what the rest don't know, is I don't need to activate my powers. They're on all the time. A secret I've kept close to my chest from day one. When I'm in a shadow, I'm untouchable. And I can go anywhere connected to a shadow.
I could easily pop into someone's shadow and leave. Never to be seen again. The reason I'm not?
All good things, come to those who wait. And I've been waiting, for just the right time.
I've got a plan. And I can't make a single mistake. Otherwise it's curtains for me and my whole crew. I ain't leave'n without'em.
Just need to wait.
"Bailiff, I've need of your jurisdiction." The Faerie Queen calls to me.
I turn 'round to her.
"Yeah, I hear ya." I say and turn to follow her.
It was either her court, teacher's school, or Marquis gang. Teacher gives me the creeps. And I refuse to suck up to a man who never gets mad.
At least she ain't as archaic as her choice of words.
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A/N
That Case 53 breaker kid is referencing Ben.
He's been sneaking out.
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The idea for the spider silk tree goes to RadChaos897
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For anyone curious as to how Kitsu got into the Rig without an appointment or notice.
She blackmailed Dean into letting her in and vouching for her by threatening to tell Vicky he wouldn't let her see Missy.
Kitsu has a very gray moral compass. And only really cares about herself and those she's close to. She'll do what she can to help the populace, but that's only because she doesn't want to disappoint her loved ones.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
Grimnosh: Are you going to do a shoutout to Marvel's Slapstick? What about Rocket Racoon or Groot? Or DC's Solomon Grundy, Clayface or Swamp Thing?
NEWB: In order, I didn't know who Slapstick was, and as such I don't have plans for him. Solomon Grundy? No. Aesthetically he's just a large grey skinned guy. Not really inhuman like Case 53's tend to be. Even the more human looking ones tend to have inhuman properties. Like Sanguine, he looks like a normal boy, just completely red. But his skin has the texture of blood and that makes things difficult for him.
The others? I'unno.
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FOR [Conduit]!
Grimnosh: How long can you hold onto an image of a shard? Could you say, hold onto Leet's for ten years before imprinting it?
[Conduit]: [Error; Confusion] [Source; Misinformation]
NEWB: To clarify that. [Conduit] doesn't copy other shards. They just study them out of boredom and collects discarded cache and converts it into extra storage. Kitsu mimicking others powers is complete conjecture on the PRT's part. Every power has a mechanism behind it. And they are under the mistaken impression that Kitsu is a trump rather than having a handful of versatile powers that she uses. Mainly because she keeps her cards close to her chest and [Conduit] lacks a true conflict drive to make her want to go all out.
Nuclear cat: What made you pick powers you gave Kitsu?
[Conduit] [Contemplation; Answer; Panic] [Elaboration; This Unit Lacked Time Necessary To Properly Examine Codes And Probabilities Associated In The Trigger Event]
NEWB: TLDR. They fucked up and panicked. Grabbed literally anything they thought would help. It's why there's little synergy between Kitsu's abilities outside of her energy absorption and immortality. Which were the only two that had any thought put into them. Immortality to keep her alive, and energy absorption to give a source of energy outside of [Conduit] to better hide its presence from other shards.
To other shards, [Conduit] looks like a half dead shard that's desperately clinging to any amount of energy it can get its hands on because it's running on such low fumes. It can't even properly provide its host with the necessary energy.
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FOR KITSU!
Grimnosh: What kind of fruits do you like?
Kitsu: Mangoes, grapes, pineapples, I don't like apples unless it's juice or applesauce, oranges, kiwis, bananas, and, I can't think of any off the top of my head.
Grimnosh: If you can have any other power which would you take?
Kitsu: Um, that's tricky. If I could just have a power I'd pick PanPan's knowledge of biology. If I could take a power from someone for my own then I'd take Eidolon to cut off the connection to the Endbringers and keep them from activating.
Nuclear cat: Have you ever thought using the biology of a jellyfish for use in your plants? They don't have brains and neither do plants.
Kitsu: I have, it's just that working with animal tissue is a lot harder than plant tissue. Let alone merging and mixing the two.
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