A/N When hell freezes over
Alt title: The attack on the boat pt. 1
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T4ndoris: Most likely. The Merchants have never been a smart group. And Scarecrow is a man with a vendetta.
Casanova5424: Which part disturbs you? The fact that Crystal is based of someone? Or the fact that someone like Crystal exists?
Kaykaykaykayan: Imagine a furry finds out about Lyra.
God rest their soul.
DancingLeaf: I was gonna go further with it too! XD. But I figured leaving it open ended would be better. And don't feel bad for P. She's a degenerate to her core. She's a cute little thing too. Like, barely above five foot, beautiful girl, sweetest thing ever.
Moment you talk to her and get her to open up is the moment you're scarred for life.
And yeah. NEPEA-5 isn't the only thing holding capes back from making the world awesome.
There is so little substance and, sense, in that movie. It is the embodiment of, don't think, just consume content.
Don't worry about the teaching at the Dancing Leaf studio. Kitsu's a natural! What with how she can literally change her voice at will.
And yes, I've seen Inuyasha.
I cannot answer that.
P: you owe me.
Grimnosh: Carol basically reacted with a. "This is my life now." Face before ignoring it and hopping in the car.
And that would be a good idea. If they were in boats. Remember, Mechanic makes vehicles with a special focus on cars.
But yeah, this whole thing is about sending a message. Not much else.
This was never mentioned before. But Kitsu doesn't know how to swim. Well, she knows how to swim with a normal body. But not with a huge fox tail that'll get wet and weigh her down.
StormySpartan: Gotcha.
Redburndragon: Oh most definitely.
RadChaos897: Genosha is not in here. I checked.
Just clarifying that for all those who read the reviews.
I made the last chapter a veritable Kaleidoscope of perspectives in preparation for this one.
And it's not their butts they like being scratched. It's the base of their tails mostly. And the base of Kitsu's is an erogenous zone.
In regards to Crystal and Firebreather. Imagine your fantasy came to life. Is into you. And is willing to get down. Would you be able to keep your hands to yourself?
It is one part one of those options. One part the other. Find out!
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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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-Thursday, July 1st, 3pm, Waterfront-
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Joseph "Scarecrow" Crane POV
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The day is here. I should feel excited. Elated. This is a month in the works. Though we could've been better prepared. We only had a month.
Instead, I have an eerie calm washing over me as I stare out at the ship leaving the docks.
"Yo Joe!" I hear Mechanic call out. "We good over here, we doin this?"
"Scarecrow." I correct as I put my mask on. "And yes. Start the boats."
Five Tinker-Tech amphibious vehicles. Two sedans, a pick up truck, a lift back, and station wagon.
Mechanic is in the station wagon alongside Permafrost. Snowflame is back in our territory alongside Mush. Carnage flipped a coin. So he's here as well. He's in the pick up.
"They aint boats." Mechanic mutters as I get inside.
He picks up a small corded radio and speaks into it.
"Alright you junkyard junkies, go." He says into the mic.
Immediately the cars drive forward and through the railing. And we head off towards the boat at a meandering pace. Looking to the speedometer, I see we're only going at a measly twenty miles an hour.
"Can't these things go faster?" I ask.
"I don't feel good." Permafrost says in the back.
"Nope. You want faster? Should've let me install the nitros." He says tiredly.
Wait a minute.
I take my mask off and take a whiff of the air.
"Are you drunk?" I ask incredulously. "Seriously? Right now?"
"Nope." He says and grabs a bottle from the passenger seat and chugs it.
"You're clearly drinking!" I point out.
"I am." He says.
"I'm gonna be sick!" Permafrost says.
"You asked if I was drunk. I said I'm not." Mechanic continues. "Give me a few more minutes." And he takes a swig. "Burrrrp, Ooh, that's good."
"I can't believe this." I say and put my mask back on.
"Huuuuueeeeyaaaah!"
And Permafrost just threw up.
"Aye! Stevie boy!" Carnage says over the radio. "What's this red button do?"
"Fuck if I remember." Mechanic says. "Press it and find out."
"Alright."
"What?! No!" I demand.
"Too late!"
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"Nothing happened."
"Damn, was hoping it was a self destruct." Mechanic says and takes another swig. "Okay, oof, now I'm drunk."
Stay calm Joseph. Stay, calm.
"Joey, I wanna go home." Permafrost whines.
Fuck it. I only need her for one thing. Besides, I can gaslight her later into believing this didn't happen. Just get her a sandwich and some drugs and she'll be fine.
I crawl over to the middle of the station wagon. Ignoring the pile of puke I'm stepping in. And open the hatch at the top of the station wagon.
"Hey, hey Joe, what you doin there?"
"Keep driving." I tell him as I unbuckle Permafrost and hoist her up. "Just the next part of the plan."
"What?" He asks.
I climb to the top, hook my foot into the top rail and heave up Permafrost with me.
"Ow ow ow!" She cries as she's pulled against the edge.
"Alright, use your power Mori." I say sweetly.
"I, don't wanna." She says. "Just want, to sleep."
"Alright then." I say and toss her off the side.
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEHHH!"
*Splash*
"MAUREEN!" I scream in mock surprise. Gotta sell this after all.
"What happened!?" Mechanic shouts.
"Maureen fell off!" I shout as I wait for her to do her part.
A blast of cold wind washes over the area. Freezing the water behind the boats as we continue our way forward.
"Perfect."
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-The New Wave Ferry, resumed-
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Kitsu POV
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Oh, come on!
I'm in, heels! They're super cute ones too!
"Mi-Vista!" I shout as I turn to her. "Real quick! Can you warp me home so I can change?"
"What, no!" She says immediately. "This isn't time for jokes Kitsu!"
*Korrrr*
As she says that, a sharp, resounding boom courses through and shakes the ship.
They better not be destroying my ship! I paid a lot of money for this!
"Aah!" Missy shouts as she gets shoved over by panicked guests.
"MISSY!" I shout in a panic and run over to her. Activating my immovable force to shield her. Getting stepped on and tripping several guests as I protect Missy from the panicking horde.
*Korrrrrr*
'Again?!' I think in disbelief.
There are no explosions. So it's not missiles or explosives. So either they have large harpoons. Or they're ramming us.
As the amount of people tripping and stepping over me stops. I push up and get a look at Missy.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She nods with a massive blush as she stares up at me.
I have no time to contemplate the meaning behind that as I'm hefted up and tossed back. The only thing I register is the thick smell of blood as I tumble back.
"WeLl, WElL, wEll. WHat dO wE HaVE HerE?"
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-Few minutes prior-
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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"Round two?" I ask as his head deflates inside me.
"If you're up for it." He says.
"Good, I wanna try this again." I say as I slide off him. "You just sit back and let your princess care for her dragon."
"I still don't get that reference." He says as I slide to my knees right in front of him.
"Don't worry about it." I say and bring the monster of a cock up to my face.
It's almost as tall as my head! And when his head inflated it's probably taller.
"Damn, and to think you managed to fit this inside me." I say with a smile as I grab the monster and stroke it. Running my hand up and down the ridges near the head.
I come up and go down to suckle on his tip. The bulbous heart shaped part.
"Oh god!" He groans as I suck him off.
"Pah!" I come off with a pop. "I'll never get tired of this."
I mean it. The day I get tired of this is the day I quit sex altogether.
I go back down. Intent on getting it further down than last time.
*Korrrrrr*
"Aaaggh!" Fire cries as I bite down in shock at the sudden force of the ship being shook.
"Oh god!" I panic. "I am so sorry! You're not bleeding are you?!"
"What, what was that!?" He cries as he holds his rapidly shrinking member.
'No!' I mentally cry. 'I wasn't done yet! Wait, no. Wrong priority.'
"I don't know." I say as I stand up and fix my dress. "But I'm about to find the fuck out."
No one interrupts my happy hour!
"You do that." Fire wheezes as he holds himself.
"I'll uh, go get Amy as well." I say awkwardly. "Um, where're my underwear?"
"You were wearing underwear?"
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-Resumed-
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Kitsu POV
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"Huh?" I ask as a bladed tendril whips into me.
Doing nothing other than filling me with energy of course. It does knock my hairpiece off though!
"No!" I cry as I reach for it.
It's cracked and mangled!
"You monster!" I cry as he continues to whip me.
"HuH, YOu dOn'T BlEEd." He says in a warbled voice. "ThAt'S, DisaPPoiNtiNg."
Looking up, I see the chaos harbinger himself. In all his red and black glory.
"Normally I'd make a period joke over that statement." I say through a glare. "But right now I'm just upset you're here but Spider-Man isn't. That and you ruined my dress! I was gonna wear this on a date to the botanical gardens!"
Now it's grimy, scratched, tattered, and the hairpiece is ruined. Though somehow the heels are fine.
"I FeEL tHeRe arE MoRE, PrEssING iSSuEs yOu ShOuLD WoRRy AbOuT." He says as he crouches and bolts towards me.
Only to run right off the side of the boat as the middle of the deck pinches into a thin line. Making a chasm where he falls off and smacks the side of the boat with a loud crack. Falling into the water below.
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"Huh." I say. "I was expecting more."
"Priorities!" Missy shouts as she runs inside while the deck unsquishes itself.
I know my priorities. The people come first. But if I can vent over my dress while taking it out on someone I will!
Looking over the side of the ship. I watch as the thick mist slowly makes its way closer. Freezing the water it comes into contact with.
"Okay, think. Merchants, cloud of mist. Cold weather in July. Permafrost, great." I think out loud.
The one power that's a perfect counter to me. Ice. The absence and removal of energy.
I fish my phone out my pocket and call Vicky.
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"Yeah, what's up?"
"You sound oddly calm for what's going on." I say.
"What's going on?" She asks.
"Are you not on the boat!?" I ask in a slight panic.
"No! I'm with Jenny!" She says. "I'm showing her, her room!"
"Hi Kitsu!" I hear in the background. "The bed supports my weight!"
"G, good for you." I say with a worried look. "The Merchants are attacking the ferry. People are dying."
I hang up. Hopefully that'll get her over here quickly. I may not get along with Vicky, but I can't deny she's good at fighting.
Here's just hoping she doesn't wreck the ferry on her way over.
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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"This way!" I shout to the crowd. Directing them to the emergency escape boats.
One of Tony's crew's additions. Rather than regular lifeboats, these ones have small motors with back rudders to push them.
Seeing that I'm not getting anyone's attention. I throw an orb up and let it fall to reabsorb it. Silencing the room.
"Alright!" I shout. "Everyone! This way to the life rafts!"
As I say that, Miss Militia cuts through the crowd to meet me.
"What the hell is going on?" She asks. "I heard something about Merchants and the boats being attacked."
"That, that about sums it up. Have you seen Carol, er, Brandish?" I ask.
"No, I haven't seen Laserdream or Firebreather recently either." She says.
"Knowing those two, never mind." I say, now's not the time. "Can you go with the guests? The Merchants are using boats, and we need people to protect them."
She gives a nod and heads off with the guests. She's one of their best bets right now.
"Everyone! This way!"
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Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
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"He'll be fine with some rest." I tell the frantic mother.
*Rrrm*
I pull out my phone and answer it immediately.
"Yes?" I tiredly ask.
"Ames, Fire needs your help, he got hurt in the initial shake and needs you!" I hear Crystal say.
"What happened?" I ask. "Was it a cape? I've seen him shrug off slaps from Vicky!"
"Um, yea it was a cape. I can say that with one hundred percent honesty." Crystal says. "Can you come help? We're in the second deck bathrooms."
"I'll be right there." I say and hang up.
Firebreather is a decent fighter, and more importantly. He's fast and bulky. He can help guard the lifeboats.
Running through the halls in my slippers. Grateful I didn't buy in to Vicky's insistence on wearing heels. I make it down the stairs and to the men's bathroom. Only to find no one here!
"Right, three bathrooms per level." I say to myself as I return to running.
Second bathroom? Bust.
The last bathroom is where I find them. And, well.
"What's that smell?" I ask.
Though it's quickly answered by Crystal's appearance. Disheveled and wrinkled dress. Hair frayed and messy.
With Firebreather on the ground holding his crotch.
"Oh my god." I say in disbelief. "Were you two seriously-"
"Yes we were having sex and it was awesome you should try it sometimecan you help him or not?!" Crystal says quickly while gesturing to him.
"Yes fine!" I say kneel over him.
"Sorry abou-"
"Don't." I stop him. "Say, anything, you'll just make this more awkward."
I go to touch his hand. Then stop as I think of where that might've been. Then go for his neck. Only to stop, and settle for putting a hand on top of his head.
Contusions on the dick. In a perfect teeth mark pattern. And, holy shit!
I slowly turn my head to Crystal.
"I only regret not finishing." She says as we stare each other down.
"You have issues." I say.
Seriously. He's massive! Like, I got nothing.
"We all have issues." Crystal says defiantly. "I just enjoy mine."
"Just get out there and help people." I say tiredly. "I didn't help you just so you could go back to sucking face."
"Oh trust me, face isn't what was being sucked." Crystal says with a smile.
"Go!" I yell at her.
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Edward Anders POV
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"Al! Theo! Where are you?!" I shout through the halls as I run.
"Fucking, piece of shit, neo nazi ass father!" I vent as I run.
Go to ferry with me. Look like a family. Support the Dallons. See why Amy hasn't been at the hospital recently!
"I get out of this alive, he's losing teeth." I tell myself.
*Ting* *Crash*
I freeze in place at the sound behind me. Turning to face it. I should've kept running.
Red and black oily features. A smooth head and elongated features. Looks like someone was given a basic description of a human, and decided to make the color of hatred.
Yeah, that thing just broke through the hull and is now like, ten feet away.
"Ah, PeRfEct." He? Says. "HoPE YoU dOn'T minD. BuT I'vE gOt SomE, FruSTratIOns I Need tO VenT."
"I hear therapy is very good for ones mental health." I say as I back up.
"I pRefEr tO ACT!" He says as he charges after me.
I duck out of strike. Just in time to dodge a strike.
"There's such thing as behavioral therapy!" I say as I run.
"Brother?!" I hear Al say.
"Ed?!" I hear Theo as well.
Looking back just in time to dodge a strike to my head.
*Squelch*
"Aaghh!" I scream as he hits my shoulder.
"ED!/BROTHER!"
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Two entities intertwining. Weaving in and out around each other. Folding and coalescing into and away from each other. Forming an indescribable double helix before separating. A promise to meet later.
A promise that will go unfulfilled.
-Reality-
I shakily come to. I role over to try and get up. Only to fail as I roll to my side and pain surges through me.
"Argh!" I cry out.
"What, what happened?" I hear Al say.
'Al! Theo!' I think in a panic.
Looking up, I see Al and Theo getting up at the other end of the hall. But before them, is the freak. Reforming over a pale, scrawny red-headed man.
"Guys! Run!" I shout.
"What? Ed?" Al says.
"FuCk!" The man says as he turns back into that monster from before. "WhiCH OnE Of yOu BrAts WaS it?!"
He doesn't give us time to answer as he charges after me. Hoisting me up and slamming me into wall right next to the hole he created. Jutting pointed pieces of metal into my left shoulder. I reach up to grab his arm with both hands and try to push him off.
Only one of my arms grabs his.
"Wha, where's my." I look over my shoulder.
Nothing.
"Aaaaah!" I scream. "What, why?!"
As I'm freaking out. A hulking body of metal charges through and tackles him out of the way and off of me.
I collapse to the ground in a daze.
"Brother! Are you okay?!" Al's voice echoes from the suit.
"Al?" I ask as I start to take in my situation.
Oh, there's my arm. I kinda need that.
"So It wAS YoU!" The man says.
Looking to the side. I see him running forward. Out of instinct I slap the floor I'm on. Feeling an immediate connection. Fiber, cloth, I can see it's structure. And I can see how to take it apart. Better yet.
I see how I can mold it.
The rug he's running on pulls itself from under him just as he reaches us. Forcing him to face plant into Al's fist as he goes for an uppercut.
After that, the rug wraps around him and ties him to the floor.
"TWo?!" He screams.
"Make it three!" Theo shouts as a hand comes out of the metal wall next the tied down monster.
It grabs him just as he escapes the bindings by extending his red suit into pointed hooks and twisting.
Looking back. I see Theo has his arm sunk into the wall.
"WhaT?! SerIOusLy!?" The guy shouts as he gets slammed into the floor. Repeatedly.
In a few moments. He's out. And Theo's arm recedes as the redheaded man is revealed. His suit receding into his body.
I touch the wall. Make a metal fist shoot out and punch the bastard through the hull.
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"Dibs on not telling dad." I call before I pass out.
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Firebreather POV
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Okay, recap. Woke up. I went to Crystal's house. Got undressed for my new tux. Before getting shoved onto her bed the moment I took my pants off. We got a shower we had to share to save time. Crystal gave extra attention to cleaning a certain part. Got dressed. Attended the opening ceremony. Got dragged into a bathroom for a sit down. Had some more fun. Then when we were preparing to have more fun. Less fun happened. Lots of pain, thankfully no blood.
Amy came by. Crystal shamelessly admitted to what we were doing. I got healed and can now never look Amy in the eye again. And now I'm flying overhead looking for the lifeboats.
Overall, a mixed day so far.
Looking around frantically. I see a massive mist slowly approaching the ferry. And it's growing!
"Okay, that's not good." I say to myself.
Looking around I see the lifeboats on the other side of the ferry being lowered.
I nosedive down. Opening my wings just in time to come to a stop in front of Miss Militia.
"Firebreather." She says as she turns to address me. Not wasting time on pleasantries. "I'm guiding the civilians, but they need someone out there on the water."
"On it. Protect the lifeboats." I say and dive down the lowering boats.
I coast the water. Grateful that we're not in the city and as such there are no skyscraper currents to mess with me. Just a constant breeze.
As I keep an eye out. I notice some of the boats getting too close to the encroaching mist. Diving down, I land at the nose.
"Aaah!/Oh god!/Don't please!" A bunch of the passengers scream.
"It's okay!" I say with my hands out to calm them. "I'm New Wave!"
That calms some of them.
Noticing the chill getting worse and starting to form frost on the side of the boat. I decide I don't have time for this and dig my clawed toes into the nose of the boat. Flapping my wings I drag it over and steer it away from the freezing mist.
Once I have it facing away from the mist and a decent distance from it. I disengage and fly off.
"Lizard boy!" I hear Vicky call from above.
It can only be Vicky. She's the only one who calls me that.
"What?!" I ask as I keep my eyes on the fleeing people.
How many guests were there again? It looks like a lot. Each of the boats seems to hold about twenty people crammed in. And there are twenty boats already. With more being lowered.
"What's going on?" Vicky says as she reaches next to me.
"Merchant attack. Don't know which ones." I say and notice a swirl of frost extending from the mist at a rapid pace, heading right for a boat of people. "Hold that thought!"
I nose dive in front of it. Gathering the heat inside me and feeling my chest gain that familiar burn.
Coming to a stop in front of the swirl that's insta-freezing the water. I unleash my namesake. Forcing my fire to go wide in a cone as opposed to a line. Encasing the swirl of icy wind and stopping it dead.
"Ha, thank god for all that practice." I say with a small grin.
Still can't get it to change color.
"You all okay?!" I ask to the group of people.
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Taylor Hebert POV
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"You all okay?!" The man asks as he turns.
His tux is on fire. It looks like it started in the center of his chest and burned outward. Leaving a perfect hole in his suit.
"We're alright!" Dad shouts back. "Thank you!"
"No problem!" He shouts before taking off.
"Taylor!" My dad says turning to me. "Owl, are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I say and swallow a breath. "Just, having my life flash before my eyes is all. I need to get out less."
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Neil "Manpower" Pelham POV
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"Everyone this way!" I shout to the guests in the hall.
*Riinng*
I pull my phone out and answer without looking to see who it is.
"Neil?" Sarah's voice rings. "How are things?"
"As good as I can hope I guess." I answer as I run my free hand through my hair. "Got almost the entire east wing clear, you?"
"Lounge area and main deck clear, Crystal is clearing out the lower decks. Vicky, Firebreather, and Miss Militia are covering evac." Sarah informs me.
"Sounds good. What about west wing? And south?" I ask as I give each room a once over.
God this ship is big.
"Mark and Carol are handling the south, Jenny got Gully to safety on shore. Static Shock is keeping air support and relaying info. Clockblocker is assisting evac, same a Vista. Kitsu and Ben are targeting the Merchant ships and Permafrost. And Miss Militia is coordinating the lifeboats while Assault and Triumph are trying to deal with Mechanic."
"What about Eric and Pinky?" I ask as I reach the end of the hall.
"They went to help you!" Sarah says in a panic.
"Aaw, they wouldn't happen to be a blue haired boy and a pink girl would they?" A voice suddenly interjects.
"Wha-"
*Click*
Sarah gets cut off from the line.
"Sorry about that. Didn't want this to be public. I'm a man who enjoys his privacy. Though I suppose you don't know much about that."
"What did you do to my son?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"A little anesthesia, nothing deadly. Not sure about the girl though. Case 53's and their unique systems. Never know how that'll end." He continues in a mockingly bored tone of voice.
"Where, are you?" I ask as I steady my breathing.
"Straight to the point eh?" The raspy voice says disinterestedly. "Don't the Villain and the Hero always have some back and forth in the movies?"
"You motherfucker!" I shout as I start running down the hall. It's better than staying here. I already checked each room. So being anywhere but here is my best bet. "This isn't some movie!"
"And yet this all seems so, cliché." He smugly points out. "You the hero, me the misunderstood villain. And hostages to complete the scene."
"Just tell me where you are!" I demand.
"Hmm, well alright. Better than being bored out of my mind until you realize I'm in the wheelhouse. Come alone."
*Click*
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
"FUCK!"
What the fuck is a wheelhouse!?
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Kitsu POV
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"Drop me here!" Ben shouts.
I let go and watch the ten year old free fall before slamming his watch.
"DNA Lock Activated." A robotic iteration of his voice echoes as a blinding flash of green light covers him.
Looking back, I no longer see him. Only a ripple in the water that indicates he landed.
Yeah, had to get his parents to shore first. Missy is currently on the other side of the ship using her powers to warp the shore closer to the lifeboats without getting it too close to the mist. Not as easy as it looks.
I soon see a rapidly moving vector tear through the water and towards one of the Merchant boat, car, thingies.
*Shreee*
Before it sputters in the water. It's rudder flying out next to it. Forcing it to now spin in a donut with its lopsided mobility.
"Oh, Ripjaws." I say out loud as I hop back to the deck.
Assault and Triumph are on the water in a life boat trying to pin down Mechanic and skirt him away from the fleeing civilians. Carnage got dumped off the side. Scarecrow, Snowflame, and Mush are unaccounted for. Which leaves one.
Now I just have to figure out how to get to Maureen and calm her down. If anyone else gets to her it's open season with her Kill Order. The mist is now touching the ship and not everyone is off of it yet.
The thing is, I'm scared.
Maureen is a hard counter to me. And the last time we fought; I couldn't even get close to her. I have little options here. I could try and just Leroy Jenkins it. Enhance my strength and bust out every time. But she flash freezes. And there's no telling how powerful that mist is.
I could be walking straight into a trap. But if nothing is done then she could freeze the whole bay! I know she has issues. But this?
Vergil can't help. His weakness is water in the same exact way electricity is Sophia's. Leaving him powerless and helpless.
Rather ironic if you ask me.
"Welp, nothing else I can do." I say to myself and hop over the rails.
I enhance my strength and kick off the side of the hull. My heels breaking and my hairpiece long forgotten. I can get new ones. This is more serious than I initially thought.
The issue with Shakers is that the more time you give them. The more threatening they become. And Maureen is the second highest Shaker in the city behind Missy.
Labyrinth not withstanding.
I launch over the water and into the mist. Flying through the icy fog as I keep my ears out for something.
Holy crap this is colder than Lucifer's tits! I'm not flash freezing but I can feel myself frosting. The only thing keeping me animate is my higher than average body temp. And my constantly enhanced strength.
Thank god for my liberal use of Mom's light spears to fuel me. If I had this much energy before, well. Maureen probably wouldn't have a kill order.
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
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Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
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I keep running through the halls. Trying to make my way back to the main deck and to the lifeboats.
"Help!" I hear a boy shout. "Someone! Please! He's losing a lot of blood!"
And I immediately turn a right. Towards the sound. I made an oath damn it!
I keep running and stop as I hear the sound of clunking metal. And now realize I may have made a mistake and ran head first into a trap.
'Fuck this shit!' I say and turn away from the sound. 'Leave wrecking shit to Vicky I'm out!'
I keep my pace and head back through the hall.
"Wait! Panacea!" I hear the echoing voice call.
Against my better judgement. I turn to look at the charging suit of armor. Carrying a blonde, blood covered boy.
Okay, maybe I misjudged.
"Panacea!" A young voice resounds from in the suit.
Wait. I've heard that voice before.
"Are you one of the Anders kids?" I ask.
"No time!" He says and holds out the bloodied boy I now recognize as Edward Anders.
Met him a few times at charities and fundraisers for Medhal. His dad is the CEO of Medhal Pharma. Snarky little shit who hates his dad. Yet he'll never say why.
Also hates being called out for being shorter than his two brothers. Despite being triplets and being the oldest. His brothers have an inch on him height wise.
Not important. He's missing an arm!
"Okay, um, where's his other arm?" I ask.
"Um, I, we, kinda ditched it in a panic."
"Oh, well, hope your brother enjoys joining the ranks of the handy capable." I say.
"If he were awake he'd laugh and flip you off." He says.
"Sure." I say and touch his forehead.
Looking in and mending all the severed arteries and sinews. Pulling excess material from other areas and using it to mend his shoulder back together. He's lost a lot of blood. Any longer and it would've been too late for him.
"Okay, he should be good to go." I say as I take my hand off of him. "Now hurry to the lifeboats!"
"Right!" He says and takes off in the wrong direction.
"Lifeboats are the other way!" I call back.
"I need to find Theo!" He calls back.
'Wait, Edward, Theo.' I start piecing in my head. 'Was that Alfonse?'
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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Double checking the kitchen for civilians and villains. I pull out my phone and dial for Carol.
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"Mark, any changes?" She asks.
"West side south end is clear." I say into the phone.
"Good, same with the East." She relays. "Almost everyone is off the boat and so far no one's dead. Fire, Vicky, Jenny, Crystal, Vista and Clockblocker are all ensuring the civilians get to shore. Miss Militia just called a bit ago and said there are twenty four people unaccounted for."
Gotta envy a perfect memory.
"Well, they're not here." I say. "Or at least if they are, I haven't found them."
I start my jog towards the emergency lifeboats. Not much else can be done here. Might as well head out while I can.
"Same, I'm heading to the boats. Have you heard from Amy or Kitsu?" Carol asks.
"Amy ran first aide for the initial attack and last I checked is heading to the lifeboats." I say. "Kitsu dove into the fog to try and deal with Permafrost."
"You mean the same Permafrost that took her out at the hospital?" Carol asks.
Fuck.
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Neil "Manpower" Pelham POV
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The original Scarecrow killed himself years ago after a reporter outed his identity and his university revoked his degree for his crimes. This was after we unmasked and before the unwritten rules. This Scarecrow popped up in the Merchants two years ago.
From lieutenant of the Bay to leader of a bunch of junkies. No way the Scarecrow I know would do that. He was crafty and egotistical. But he'd never be leader. Too much of a target. No, this is a copycat.
One who's gotten too big for his britches.
Finally at the wheelhouse. A quick google search showed it to be what you call a helm on a modern boat. I barge through the steel door. Popping it off its hinges as I stare down at the copycat Scarecrow on a crate where the helm should be. The actual wheel of the ship being torn out.
"Well, you finally made it." The raspy voice says.
That's another thing. The Scarecrow I knew had a deep echoing voice. Not a deep raspy voice.
"Where are they?" I demand.
"Remember what I said about, clichés?" He asks. "Because you seem intent on following them."
Not willing to play his games. I rush forward and grab. Lifting him up by his neck.
"See, this is what I'm talking about!" He says, and, chokes at the same time.
Like, two separate.
"No foresight or creative thinking."
I take the mask off to reveal the wide eyed, duct taped face of the ships captain.
"You really should've seen more movies." His voice continues from the helmet mask I pulled off. "You might've seen this coming."
*Bang*
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Bonus NSFW
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YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
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This one drags on.
P, you owe me.
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Where Crystal and Firebreather went
Alternate possibility
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Last chance to skip
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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-Round 2-
"Round two?" I ask as his head deflates inside me.
"If you're up for it." He says with a smile.
"Good." I say as bring us for another kiss. Grinding my hips into his lap as he brings his strong hands to my ass.
"Hah! Alright, stay still." I say as I bring myself up until it's just the tip.
And slam back down to shove the bulb at the base into me.
"Oh yeah." I moan at the feeling. I then bring a leg up and over his head to turn myself around and lean back into him, my head next to his. "Mmn, hoo, okay."
"Damn." He says in surprise as he kneads my hips.
"That's the spot." I moan as I squeeze my legs together and wiggle my hips, biting my lip at the feeling of him inside me. "Hmm, I think I found my favorite place to sit."
"Me too." He says. "For you to sit, I mean."
I can't help it. I giggle a little at his awkwardness.
"Tell you what Fire." I say with my head leaned back next to his. "You relax, let me show you a good time."
"If you want, feel free." He says with a smile.
"Good." I say and lean forward. Planting my feet on the ground, I throw it back into him. Sliding him in and out. Treating it just like my toys.
'Okay Crystal, you got this.' I tell myself.
God the shape and size is too good! And the angle with how I'm bent over and him sitting? Uh! Scratching all the right places!
"Mrm, stretching me out." I pant. "Don't even gotta do anything. Still a natural at this."
I take it back. This is much better than my toys
I keep going. Slamming my ass into his lap. Popping his bulb past my entrance as it sends me over the edge in mere minutes as I cum on him.
"Oooooh fuck!" I moan.
I need a minute. I'm too sensitive.
I regain my barring's. And place my hands on his knees. Doing my best to dance on his dick. Wiggling, grinding, and bouncing up and down. All without ever letting him slip out of me.
"Mrm, so much better." I say as hot pleasure shoots up my spine. "Then my, fantasies."
In a few minutes he finishes in me as I cum with him. Not as intense as my last orgasm. But oh well.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha." I pant as I lean back again. "Roun, round three?"
-Round 3-
"Tell you what Fire." I pant through the haze of pleasure as I feel him deflate again.
God the feeling of him cumming is addictive! His head swells up deep inside me and his bulb pulses as though it's squeezing his cum out. Just one or the other feels amazing. But both? I think I might be a nympho.
Oh well!
"What's, that?" He asks through panted breaths.
"Do what you want." I say. "Free reign baby."
"You sure?" He asks.
"Oh yeah!" I say.
"Alright, turn to face me." He says.
I shakily do so. And as soon as I'm facing him, he grabs my ass and stands up. Turns to the side and starts going!
"Oh god. Oh god you're a beast!" I yell happily as I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams me into the wall. "Ah! Yes!"
This is the best sex of my life! I see stars as he hammers up into me.
"Fuck! Yes!" I scream as I squeeze him. Wrapping myself so tight he might as well be wearing me.
I mean, technically he is.
He keeps thrusting into me at a rapid pace. Using me like a doll. And I love it!
"Keep going." I groan through the foggy pleasure. "Please, don't, stop! Wreck me! Leave me a whimpering mess!"
In a few more minutes. He slams into me. Shoving the base in as we cum together.
-Round 4-
"Come on baby!" I shout as I push back into him, my hands holding me steady on the back of the toilet as I'm pounded from behind. "Harder!"
We're on round four! Holy shit! I'm not walking after this. And I love it! I'm sore, trembling, and absolutely a mess!
"I can't go harder." He groans.
"Fire, for the love of god." I moan as I keep up my pace. "You literally eat coal for breakfast. You can go harder!"
"But-" He starts.
"Just, please!" I beg.
He does as I ask and redoubles his efforts. Absolutely nailing me to the wall. Moving his hands from my hips to my shoulders. Face smooshed against the wall from the force of his thrusts as the motion of it all sends me over the edge.
"Oh god yes!" I moan as I cum from the force of his pounding. "I love you!"
I'm going to marry this man. Whatever it takes. He will be mine. I don't care who I have to kill or who's dick I have to suck. I'm keeping my dragon.
He picks up his pace and starts grunting. And I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me.
"Come on!" I shout desperately through my haze. "Give it to me!"
With a final slam. His head swells up inside me, locking him inside and preventing any attempt at pulling out. The bulb at the base gets plunged into me and throbs as it pumpshis hot load for the fourth time.
"Fu, fuck." He pants. "I, I'm tapped out. No more."
I barely hear him through my haze of pleasure and soreness. My legs are still twitching. And I think I might need to call Amy if I'm going to walk anytime soon. The throbbing of his head and bulb almost painfully pushing me further past.
"You, you're good." I pant as my twitching legs grind me into him. "Fuck you're so good."
I'm so full. And if he were to try and move, all it would do is slide him out till just his head is in me. At which point I'll be dragged around by his cock.
That'd actually be kinda hot.
After a few minutes. His head shrinks enough for him to slide out of me. Before he does so I turn to look at him with a smile and curl a finger to motion him closer.
He gets closer and I grab the back of his head and force us into a hot kiss. Our tongues wrestling for dominance as we explore each others mouths as he pulls out and I feel his cum drip out of me.
I should've set up a camera.
I turn around fully and try to stand without my flight. Only to immediately fall as Fire catches me. My thighs, ass, back and crotch too sore to support any kind of weight as I become starkly aware of all the aching in my body.
"Holy shit are you okay?" He asks worriedly.
"I, could literally, not be better." I pant with a dopey smile. Riding out my bliss of cumming for the seventh time tonight.
I untangle his arms from me and slide to my knees. Face perfectly level with his crotch.
"Here, let me clean this for you." I say and take the thick red appendage and start my, cleaning services.
"Oh god." He groans as I feel him harden on my tongue.
'I'll make sure you can never get off on your own again.' I think deviously.
I try and go as deep as I can. But can only get a little more than halfway before the twitching heart shaped bulb that is his tip triggers my gag reflex.
"Oh, damn." He pants as his hands go to my head.
'Come on!' I scream at him in my head. 'Shove it down! Choke me on it!'
If his head expands in my mouth, well. I'd have no choice but to swallow.
He doesn't. And I soon pull back. Suckling on the tip and enjoying the texture as he groans.
He's shaped kinda like my nocturne bad dragon.
Guess I don't need that one anymore! I come off the head and suck the sides I couldn't shove down my throat. Doing as I said and clean him.
"Pah!" I come off him with a pop. "Okay look, anytime you're in the mood. Come find me okay? You can use me whenever you want." I say as I jack him off to keep him hard. "Morning, day, night. Hell, I can be in my room studying for college and you can bend me over at my desk. I want you to. Got it? If you even slightly think I'm in the mood. Go for it. Okay?"
Free use is like, number twelve on my list of fetishes. And public activities is up there as well. If he ever goes down on me while I'm on the phone? Yes please! And if he gets good at roleplay I might just go off the pill and have his kid.
"Um, sure!" He says enthusiastically.
'Heh, good boy.'
"Awesome!" I say with a smile. "Now that that's settled. One more time. Please?"
I finish my request with a kiss to his tip.
Gonna need to apologize to Sab for the clothes. There is no salvaging these.
*Rrrm*
'Oh, that's my phone.' I think to myself.
Pulling it out, is it's currently 4:12?! Holy shit! We've been going at this for an hour and a half! We missed the ferry's maiden voyage! We're still in the visitor building!
Wait.
(26 New messages)
(4 Missed calls)
"Fuck, I think they noticed we were gone."
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"Where were you?!" Mom shouts.
"Living out my dream." I reply with a smile.
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A/N
This chapter was a hodgepodge of different perspectives to help convey the chaos of the situation and better give a full picture of what was happening.
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I like to imagine Vergil and Sophia have the same shard with differing expressions. With Vergil being more powerful and versatile due to being apart of a group trigger as well as being a double trigger himself.
Like Sophia is smoke while Vergil is electricity. And if he had a box standard trigger, he'd have a breaker state that turns him into electricity. And it gets shorted out with water.
As to why Sophia is more conflict driven? The shard hates her and is sabotaging her.
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As for Crystal and Firebreather? We all know of at least one couple irl who can't keep off each other.
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Oh, and in case anyone thinks the Elric brother's appearance is an ass pull. In a previous chapter, Max Anders mentioned having three sons. And in a response to a comment about them in the next chapter. I said their names are Edward, Theodore, and Alphonse.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
RadChaos897: Missy probably won't answer this, so I figured I would ask you.
Hypothetically: If Kitsu and Missy were walking through the park and Kitsu bends down to pick up a cool rock she saw, causing her tail to wag and thus her butt to jiggle, what song would be playing in Missy's head while she stares at Kitsu's butt? Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back", Eminem's "Shake That", or Ken Ashcorp's "Touch Fluffy Tail"? Or maybe something else?
I have no idea why I'm asking this, the goofy side of me wants to know though.
Newb: Nothing. The window's crash sound/dial up sound would go off as she tries to comprehend what she's feeling and whether or not she should stop staring before she gets caught.
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FOR [Conduit]!
RadChaos897: Not many questions for you, but don't think I'm not trying to come up with some. It's tough trying to talk to you Shards, what with your one word/one thousand meanings dialect you seem so fond of.
Hm, why is that I wonder? Why not talk like us humans? Is something preventing you from doing so or are we simply too simple minded to understand?
[Conduit] [Iteration; We can totally talk like you third dimensional beings. We just prefer not to]
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FOR KITSU!
RadChaos897: What are some things you really want to create with your biokinesis, but can't for one reason or another? Stupid people and their stupid disgust toward fleshcrafts.
Kitsu: literally any form of transhumanism. Google it.
RadChaos897: Lol, Madison came more prepared than you when getting an autograph XD
Kitsu: [Censored]
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Only time! Crystal Pelham!
Casanova5424: What are some examples of what Kitsu means by, Cringe dirty talk?
Crystal: I'dunno?
Kitsu: How about, 'Mm, does the dragon like his cave?' or 'Right there! Show this bitch why you're in charge!' or, this one? 'Mn, yummy. Guess dragon fruit juice is now my favorite drink.'
Crystal: That's not cringe that's hot!
Grimnosh: How do you intend to train your dragon?
Crystal: Practice makes perfect! And nothing beats a good, rewarding, workout! Gonna see if I can't get him on a more fruit based diet as well. As well some nuts and seafood.
Course I gotta put in work myself.
Grimnosh: Are you hoping for children or will you take it as it goes?
Crystal: Oh, I'm always willing to take it ;) . But to answer seriously, if he can help me cross off my top ten fantasies, and if we're still together after college.
Sure! I wouldn't mind a few kids.
RadChaos897: No questions for you, but I gotta say: damn girl, you go get that dragon dick!
Crystal: Always! Gonna see if I can get away with a handy at the dinner table next!
Probably not. He's too big for anything discreet.
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Next up!
At least this one will be more wholesome
MARK DALLON!
Mark Dallon: Hello?
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