A/N: Boredom
Alt Title: Kitsu's XBOX account got suspended on accusations of cheating. That's all you need to know.
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Next is a chapter of The Wild Tale of Cyril Leon
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YeTianshi: oh it's not gonna get glossed over. The issue is that Missy is emotionally dependent on Kitsu for validation. And on top of that, Missy has an established tendency to bottle up personal issues. But, we all know that can only hold out for so long.
And remember! Conflict Drives! God I hate those! It's such a cop out Wildbow used to explain irrational decisions. Humans are irrational enough god damnit!
Anyway, this is a classic case of "I don't want to talk about the issue because I'm scared of the answer so I'll ignore it in the hopes that it'll go away on its own!"
T4ndoris: None of the future bonuses are officially canon. And yeah, The Travelers are, they have an artificial conflict drive given to them by The Simurgh. Logic is not their strong suit. Glad you enjoyed their idiocy though!
DancingLeaf: Yes! It was a Helluva Boss reference!
Kitsu is horribly insecure over the toe beans. Hell, even Mark doesn't know they exist. Only Kitsu and Amy. And Amy only knows because she scanned Kitsu.
That being said, Missy would probably forgive Kitsu of genocide if she ever got to press the toe beans. Joking of course.
Also! On the furry scale, Kitsu is a 1. But she'd be a 2 if she didn't turn off the follicles every morning as part of her routine. Yeah, she's a natural furry, that uses her powers to pass as more human.
Grimnosh: Carol isn't going nuts at them bending over for Kitsu. She can think of a million reasons why, what she's concerned about is why it is, exactly. Kitsu can go as far reviving the recently deceased. So, Carol is just getting paranoid over the possibility of what it entails. Especially because they're being so evasive.
The Merchants did move their bases frequently. But with Scarecrow being nicer to the people in his territory, and not throwing massive raves all the time. The PRT have seen the Merchants as less of a threat. Scarecrow intends to ruin the lives of the Brocton Bay Brigade. It's just that he's smart. He knows that to do that, he can't get caught. Hence the very infrequent activity from him. Which leads to less investigations, and less need to move around.
And Kitsu's feelings are direct reflection of my own. I had to put my dog, Pak, May 30. This year. So, yeah.
Glenn? Yeah, I just, never heard of him. Weird.
But now that I know of him, *evil smile*
Kaykaykaykayan: It's been a journey!
Kitsu shall further prove how she's a menace! Hint: she got bored.
As for All Might?
Maybe soon. I have a timeline in my head that I write around. And it sort of, goes from there. I genuinely thought I'd be at the leviathan fight by now, but, I just get too detailed!
Gogmazios: You're welcome!
RadChaos897: Here we go *cracks knuckles*
My secret to my writing is threefold, 1, I planned, nothing. 2, I have a great memory! 3, I keep the world vague enough that if I'm written into a corner I have something to help me.
This Butcher is, different. I'll say it now, this is not Quarrel. Rather, someone else entirely as the Butcher is from Boston, and with a lot of things being different, not the least of which being the 9 attacking Boston in 2005, this is someone completely new.
Or not. Maybe.
Love all the speculation and I want to comment on it, but it'd be too many spoilers.
Can't wait to read your stories!
Cassnova5424: there will be more gamer Kitsu in the future. Something that is steadily being revealed is that Kitsu, doesn't care for cape life. Patrols, arrests, saving people. None of it. She is genuinely happier staying home. Which is part of the irony, the strongest cape, has no desire to really use that strength.
It's like how Parian is stated to be one of the capes truly capable of fighting Endbringers, but has no desire to and in fact abhores fighting.
Kitsu, is happy to stay away from fighting.
Also, never noticed your names spelling. Mine, newb to the game, is literally just the first thing that came to my mind.
MiaMorn: Thank you!
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-Monday, August 16th, The Rig, R&D, 11am-
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Jamez G. Wahl POV
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Looking at the polarimeter results on the glucose sample. I nearly shit myself! The light, is rotating left.
Checking the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance just to confirm what I'm seeing. It is fully swapped! The Hydrogen Oxide and Hydrogen molecules are fully reversed. Making L-Glucose!
I look through the viewing window to the active lab. And to the sugar cane growing in the planter. Nothing in the world indicating it was different from any other sugar cane plant.
"Run a control test of D-Glucose on the machines used to confirm its accuracy." I tell the technician. "And when you're done with that, run the D-Glucose through a separate machine and then use it to test the samples again."
"On it." She says.
I compile the papers into files for the chemists to work through, and put my hands in my pockets as I walk to the active lab.
This isn't my field of expertise, but right now it's tangible enough that I was given oversight of the projects.
But even I can see the wide reaching impact this will have. Glucose that is structured to be organically mirrored to naturally occurring Glucose. Doesn't sound so impressive until you take into account two very simple things. One, L-Glucose tastes indistinguishable from regular D-Glucose. Two, and here's the big one, L-Glucose, doesn't digest.
What Kitsu created, is calorie free sugar!
Not a sweetener, not a substitute. Pure sugar, that does not gain you weight, nor does it even digest. It just, goes straight through the body.
Sounds amazing right? The ultimate solution to diabetes and weight gain in America. Just use Left Handed Sugar. Sounds simple until you take into account the fact that L-Glucose costs fifty percent more to synthetically make than gold and it doesn't occur naturally.
Until, now.
Walking into the active lab, I head over to the one responsible for all of this. The little Case 53 girl on a stool, clad in an oversized lab coat she stole from one of the female lab techs. The sleeves dangle like she were wearing an oversized hoodie. And the back is bunched up at the base of her tail, so at least it doesn't drag and create a safety hazard. And she refused to wear safety goggles, just some oversized square glasses she got from, somewhere.
"Kitsu?" I say to the little girl.
She ignores me and continues to write on her clipboard.
"Doctor, Kitsu?" I correct myself.
"Yes, Overseer Wahl?" She asks, looking up to me. Even on the stool and me being shorter, she still needs to look up to me. "How may I assist you?"
"I was just curious as to how you created this." I say as I activate the recorder in my pocket.
"You already know. It was your idea to see if I could reverse organic molecules." She says plainly.
"True, but I want to hear it in your own words." I clarify. "You never know what can be gained from first hand accounts."
She shrugs, and gets to explaining.
"Well, I simply looked inside the plant, found the glucose and saw how it's made. Then I manually reversed the compound. Forced the plant to grow faster and saw the immediate effects it had, and from there I adjusted it as needed to make the plant viable." She says in a, rather plain way.
But even that is substantial!
"Look in?" I say. "So you can actually see it's genetic makeup just by touching it?"
"Yeah, pretty much." She says as she goes back to her clipboard.
"Oh?" I intone, suddenly curious as to what she could be writing. "Are these your notes?"
She looks up with a smile as she shows me the paper she's been writing on.
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"It's a kitty!" She says with a smile.
"Yes, I see that."
This is the issue with, handling Kitsu. If she doesn't respect you, or even like you, she won't listen. The only way to get her to be, agreeable, is to play along.
But, the benefits of her powers, far outweigh the headaches of putting up with her. And the possible costs of upsetting her.
Hence the ludicrous amount of leniency she's being given.
"Very, well done." I say with a smile. "Actually, I was wondering something. Are you aware of the unique structures of various mosses and mushrooms?"
In truth, my field is that of Parahuman Research with a specialty into the study of morphological abilities. In short, I study Capes with biological powers. Biokinesis, Morphological Breakers, Bio-Strikers. That sort of thing.
Evolution, was my true interest. I was in college when parahumans started appearing, and I was in love.
Humanities next step. I almost envied them. And that fueled my desire to understand them.
But this? Right here, is someone capable of taking evolution, and rather than using pure random chance alongside trial and error over generations. She can apply the cumulative knowledge humanity has assimilated and mold evolution to her own design.
A bit, romanticized, but my point still stands.
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-Armsmaster's workshop, 1pm-
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Kitsu POV
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I open the vent above Armsmaster's workshop, It was tricky sneaking in here. All of the vents have trigger sensors and the ducts have cameras in them.
Not a problem for someone who has both A, tangible illusions to hold pressure plates in place. And B, can turn invisible.
Holding the vent up with one hand, I reach into my pocket and drop a packet of fungus spores down into the room. Quietly closing the vent and letting my illusions dissipate, I crawl away from the vent and head back to the girls locker room.
Keeping up my invisibility. I get a sneaky idea of what to do before I have to work console duty.
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-30 minutes later-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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Stepping into the locker room, I'm at first confused. Because there's an area my power is telling me is alive, and can't effect. But I'm immediately on guard as I realize it's coming from my locker.
Before I recognize the shape of the area I can't effect as being a familiar fox.
So, walking to my locker. I pass it and go to the empty locker next to it. Opening it and pretending to rummage through it. Using my backpack to make the noise as I close it and step away.
And casually walk away from the locker and out of the locker room. The moment I close the door. I put an ear to the locker room.
*Krcht* I hear a locker open.
"Oops, knew I was forgetting something." I say softly as I open the door again.
*Krcht* I hear a locker door close again.
This time I go to my actual locker. Sensing that Kitsu is now in the one I pretended to use. And, just for good measure, I subtly warp the locker door to invert the latch. Trapping her inside.
"That's why I couldn't find it." I say to myself as I open the duffle bag with my hero outfit inside.
"What!?" Kitsu screeches from the locker.
*Bang*
"Nice try!" I say as I pat the locker door and head to the dressing room.
"You knew!?"
"Yep!" I say with a smirk. "Better luck next time!"
"Missy?" Kitsu cries out as I change. *Bang* "Missy! Come on! I was just gonna spook you! Missy? Baby!? I'll break the locker!"
"And I'll tell Piggot!" I say as I slip my dress on.
"So you're still here!" She says triumphantly. "Lemme out? Please?"
I ignore her as I slip my leggings on.
"It's just a prank!" She whines. "Please stop ignoring me!?"
Thinking I've gone far enough. I step out of the dressing room, fully outfitted and ready for my patrol in two hours.
Going up to the locker and allowing the warped door to return to normal. I open it for the shorter girl to fall out of.
"Aah!" She squeaks as she falls out.
"See?" I taunt the girl currently face first on the ground. "Actions have consequences."
"Only when my girlfriend is a meanie!" She yells as she latches onto my leg.
'Says the girl who publically tortured a woman to death.' I think bitterly.
I want to address that. But, I'm scared. She murdered fleeing, well not civilians but, noncombatants. And no one seems to care! Hell I don't even think she's being charged!
The worst part is everyone is so dismissive about it! Am, am I just overreacting? Am I making up a problem where there is none?
"Hey?" Kitsu says as she lets go of my leg and sits up on the floor. "Are, you okay?" She asks with those bright blue green eyes.
Another part of me not wanting to talk about it, is I don't want to ruin us.
"I'm fine." I say with a dismissive wave as I walk around her. "Anyway, I gotta head to report."
"Wait!" She says as she gets up and follows me.
"What?" I ask as I keep up my pace, heading out of the locker room and taking a right.
"I just, wanna talk." She says.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?" I ask.
"Like why you're heading to report when that isn't for another hour." She asks.
Turning to her, I see her eyes narrowed. Borrowing into mine. And, it scares me a little.
"I don't like being lied to Missy." Kitsu says as her eyes slowly return to their more oval shape. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But please, don'tlie to me."
Taking a deep breath, I look back down to the, look down?
Huh, at some point I really did get taller than her. Just a few months ago, the top of her head reached my eyes. And now it reaches my nose.
"I just enjoy the peace and quiet." I tell her. "And I like being the first one there."
She stares at me for a bit. A blush slowly creeping on her face as she looks away from me.
"Oh, okay." She says awkwardly. "Sorry for, going all suspicious on you. Just, never mind."
"It's fine." I say, looking off to the side as I brush some hair behind my ear. "We can chat after my patrol, alright?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Kitsu accepts in a disappointed tone. "I can always bother Lyra or, someone else."
Speaking of Lyra.
"Oh yeah, she's about to make her public debut soon." I mention.
"Really?" Kitsu asks, her tone picking up. "Why didn't she tell me?"
'Any number of reasons.' I think to myself.
Lyra is very straight forward, curt, blunt, and honest to a fault. She wears her heart on her sleeve and fuck you if you don't like it. So, she likely wasn't thinking about it, or doesn't care too much.
"She probably just wasn't thinking about it." I shrug.
"Yeah, probably."
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-Monday, August 16th, Boardwalk, 4pm-
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"And, head right. Should be five blocks from Joe's Pizza on Dominic's Avenue." Kitsu says into my comms.
She gets to be on console duty due to how, um. The other day. Not important and if anyone asks it's because she got bored.
Anyway. She's decent at it. Picked up on the codes and terminology easily enough. Only problem is.
"Okay, where the hell is that?" Vergil asks.
Okay, two problems. One, Vergil is less than happy with how Kitsu is now in his ear all the time.
I, already knew about Permafrost. But, I assumed Kitsu was quick about it and was just in a hurry to insure everyone's safety. After what happened with Stormfront however.
Not important.
"Face the bay, turn right, and walk two blocks." Kitsu says. "They're in the alley."
She knows most of the city east of the commercial district by heart. So, that's great! Only problem, is she knows it in reference to the restaurants. Mainly the pizzeria's, café's and Chinese restaurants.
So, street names are useless. Tell her you're at the intersection of Fifth and Jackson, and you'll get silence as she wastes time looking at the GPS. Tell her you're six blocks south of the Dominoes closest to Arcadia? No problem!
Anyway, walking south, in no particular hurry seeing as it's not an emergency and it's been a quiet day. We make another right into the alleyway and spot the man hanging from a fire escape by a harness. His parachute caught and tangled in the metal.
"Hey." He says with a wave. "Can you help me? I've been here for almost an hour."
"Hell happened to you man?" Vergil asks as I warp the ground up to him.
"I missed the landing." He says as his feet touch the ground, giving him the stability to unlatch himself.
"No kidding." I scoff.
"Hey it was my first time." He defends as he unlatches the harness. "Damnit, this shit is expensive."
"I called a squad car to your guys' location." Kitsu says over the comms.
"What for?" Vergil asks, putting a hand back to his visor. "We ain't arresting him or nuthin. Not like he did anything."
"Parachuting in city limits is illegal without authorization by the FAA." Kitsu says.
'That's, actually correct.' I think to myself.
"How in the hell do you know that?" Vergil asks. "And are you eaves dropping?"
"One, you never hung up. Two, I have a copy of every law book pertaining to Brockton Bay right next to me on the desk." Kitsu informs.
"Okay, how did you know this specific scenario would come up?" I ask, backing up Vergil.
"I didn't. I just listened to the nine one one call and looked in the book, Laws Pertaining to Recreational Activities and Sports." Kitsu adds.
'Those books are like, a thousand pages each. Minimum! How did she memorize that!?' I think in astonishment.
As I think that, I turn towards a field I can't effect. Looking to see who it is, it's an officer rounding the corner and heading towards us.
"Vista, Static Shock." He greets us both. "This the wannabe stunt man?"
Vergil shrugs, looking to me for my input. Deciding that, if it really is illegal. Then, there's nothing we can or should do about it.
"Yeah." I say finally, turning to the oblivious man. "We found him not a few minutes ago."
"Right then." The officer says as he steps forward. "Sir! Excuse me. I have a few questions."
Few minutes later, we find out he didn't have permission to parachute in the city. And me and Vergil got cussed out as he was taken to the officers car. He didn't resist arrest so, he'll likely just get a fine.
Still didn't have to be so rude.
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-Tuesday, August 17th, The Rig, 8am-
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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I'm jolted awake by an intense and repetitive weight on my chest.
"Wake up wake up wake up!" I hear Kitsu's voice.
My eyes shooting open, I see her bouncing on my gut. Her hands on my chest as though she were giving me chest compressions.
"I'm up. I'm up!" I groan through the discomfort. "Geez!"
She stops bouncing and stares down at me. And I sigh as I lay my head back.
"Stay up!" She says as she bounces again.
Sitting up, I grab the small girl and put her in the empty spot on the bed next to me. Before turning to the clock on the nightstand and checking the time.
(08:12)
"Rmm." I groan as I rub my eyes. "Kitsu, where's your mother?"
Carol normally isn't awake at this time. And neither am I for that matter. So either the clock is wrong. Or something happened.
"She got up and left early to get a head start on her work." Kitsu says as she lays sideways on my stomach. "Lots of stuff happened. And she fell pretty behind schedule. So, she asked me to stay here until you got up."
'And she decided to wake me up on her own.' I think tiredly.
"And why did you wake me up?" I ask.
"Got bored of waiting." She says. "Also, Amy got this for you."
I feel something hit my chest with a soft rattle. Looking down, I see it's a pharmacy bag. One of the brown ones they put medicine bottles in.
Opening it, I see it's my prescription of SRI's.
"How did she get this?" I ask, mildly concerned. "And how does she know my exact perscription?"
"She doesn't." Kitsu says. "But everyone at the hospital respects her enough to, bend a few rules here and there for her. And she was able to get ahold of your records through the system."
"But how-"
"You were admitted two years ago and needed to list off all the medications you took." Kitsu answers before I finish.
'I was? What was I, oh.' I think as I remember the nail I got stuck in my forearm. 'I forgot about that. Weird, Carol said she'd never let me forget.'
"Didn't think Amy would do something like that." I mutter out loud.
"Oh she wouldn't." Kitsu says, now kicking her legs in the air. "I had to ask her to. A lot."
That makes more sense.
"How legal is this?" I ask, sitting up as I look to the little girl rolling off my stomach and down to my feet.
"Weeee!" She exclaims as she rolls to the foot of the bed.
*Thud*
And right over it.
"I'm okay!" She says as she pops back up. Resting her head and arms on the bed. "Hurry up and take your meds! I wanna do stuff!"
"Alright, alright." I say as I get up. Swinging my legs around and standing up. I stretch my arms up, before bending and popping my back.
Looking over to the smiling, far too awake girl.
"Well?" I ask with a raised brow.
"Well what?" She asks.
"I need to get dressed." I say, gesturing to my plaid pj bottoms and white tee shirt.
"Debatable." She says with a so-so motion of her hand. "Besides, not like we're going out anywhere."
"Regardless." I say and shoo her with my hand.
"Aww, ya shy?" She says with a smile. "I promise I won't laugh."
Rolling my eyes, I walk over and pick her up.
"Onward!" She shouts as I move towards the door.
"Can you get that?" I ask as we reach said door.
"Yeah." She says, pressing numbers into the keypad. The automatic door now opening with a hiss. "Towards advent-hey what are you doing!?"
I place her outside the door.
"Getting dressed." I say as I close it.
"I won't soon forget this indignity upon my good name!" She shouts dramatically. "You hear me old man!? Never!"
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-15 minutes later-
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Walking through the halls, we get no small amount of looks. Mainly because Kitsu is in a kids cop car. Like, one of those little plastic cars kids ride in. Styled after a PRT Cruiser without a hood.
No, it is not real. She's just using illusions to ride down the hall next to me.
Or, at least I assume. I'm a bit preoccupied by the bitter, powdery taste in the back of my throat. With only a basic half bath room en suite. I could only take the meds with water. Leaving me with that all too familiar taste.
Definitely my meds.
"They see me rollin' they hate'n." Kitsu occasionally sings anytime we pass someone. "They hate'n cuz they see me ride'n fluffy."
We make it to the cafeteria with little happening. Most of the staff giving no more than a second look. Which, understandable. What would you do?
"Hell no!" I hear just after we enter the cafeteria.
"Fabian!" Kitsu shouts as her car races forward.
'What the fuck?' Is all I can think as I watch Kitsu drive to the counter, step out of the mini car. The mini car dissipating into sparkles of light.
Kitsu then says something, only to get whacked on the head with a metal ladle.
"Hey!" I shout as I jog up to the counter. "What the hell gives!?"
"Get this menace, out of my kitchen!" The older cook says.
"I'm not in your kitchen." Kitsu says simply, and it takes me a second to remember that she can't be hurt.
Doesn't make what he did okay!
"Last time she was here, she forced me and my entire staff out!" He yells at me.
"I gave you paid time off." Kitsu says as she crosses her arms. "If anything, you should be thanking me."
"Paid ti- you mixed all of our ingredients, all the meats, and left the place a mess!" He yells again.
Okay, his anger is making more and more sense.
"Well if a certain armored blue tampon didn't pull me away." Kitsu retorts. "I would've cleaned up."
"Leave!" He yells, pointing to the doors.
Gently taking Kitsu by the shoulders, I pull her back and get between the two.
"Look, however this started, let's just. Calm down first." I try to deescalate the situation, despite very much not wanting to. "Okay? We just came for breakfast."
"He hit me with a spoon!" Kitsu yells.
"And I'll do it again!" He says before turning to me. "Keep her out of my kitchen, and we'll have no problems."
"I can do that." I say gently.
One of the downsides of having powers, and a public identity. No matter how much you want to escalate things, you can't. Or you're in the wrong. You have to set an example.
No matter how much you want to whack someone with a metal ladle. Make them see how it feels.
"Kitsu." I say as I turn to the pouting girl. "Promise not to bother him again?"
Without looking to me, she answers.
"I will feast on your soul mortal." She says in a creaking voice.
"Alright kiddo." I say as I stand up a little straighter, one hand on my hip as I look down at her. "You wanna be the one to explain to Carol why we're banned from the cafeteria?"
She glares back at the chef a bit longer. Growling under her breath, she finally acquiesces.
"Fine." She says reluctantly. "I'll stay out of your dumb kitchen."
"Good." Is all the man says before turning around and walking off.
"Hey!" She shouts, hopping up to lean over the counter. "What about our food!?"
Pulling her back down, I point to the line of people with trays. Most staring at us as the get their meals.
"It's a cafeteria, not a restaurant." I tell her. "We get our own food."
She looks to the line with a slight blush as she relaxes in my grip. Tail going limp as her ears lazily droop to the sides.
"Oh." Is all she says in response.
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-2 hrs later, Ward's common room-
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"So you just hang out in here all day?" I ask as we enter the common room.
Looking around the room with an en suite kitchenette and island counter. A small dining area with a few tables and tiled flooring, and the corner is green carpeted with a three seated couch, and two double seated couches all faced around a TV.
There are a few Wards in here. I recognize Clockblocker and Static Shock both watching TV with Aegis. And the African American girl at the counter is unknown to me.
"And they let me play video games and never make me stop!" Kitsu rattles off. "And it's funny because the others will sometimes watch and they always have the best reactions!"
"I can imagine." Is all I say to that. "So, what'd you want to do?"
"I'unno." She says with a shrug.
"You don't know?" I ask with a raised brow.
"I just wanna spend time with you!" She says with a smile. "And Mom even said that I'm your problem today. So you have to!"
"Fucking daddy's girl." The girl at the counter says, never looking up from her phone.
"At least I have a dad!" Kitsu says without looking back.
"Bitch say what!?" The girl snaps up.
"Hey!" I say, getting between the two. "No need to-"
"Piss off cracker, I'm talking to the cat." The rude girl says, making my eyes widen at her hostility.
'I'm just the peacekeeper today. Aren't I?' I muse to myself.
"Wow!" Kitsu says as she turns towards the girl. "You must really hate your life."
"Okay!" I say as I turn to Kitsu. "No, okay? We don't escalate things." Turning to the other girl, I just get a middle finger.
I turn back to Kitsu.
"No matter how tempting it is." I add.
She glares at the girl behind me, and I make a mental note to inform Carol of this later. I'm not about to parent another's kid, but this level of, whatever needs addressed.
"Fine." She relents.
"Aw, look at the good girl heel." The bit-rude girl unnecessarily adds.
Kitsu looks at the girl with a more, bored expression. Which honestly concerns me more. An angry Kitsu can be calmed. A bored Kitsu will look for ways to, alleviate that boredom.
"I hope you have kids that act exactly like you." Kitsu says to her.
Okay, not as bad as I was expecting. But still, that's gotta hurt on some level.
"Best you got, runt?"
"Let's just go." I say softly. "We can watch movies in our room, okay?"
"Fine." Kitsu says softly with zero resistance.
This is, not reassuring me.
"I'll get back at her." Kitsu finally says before walking away.
"The fuck's that supposed to mean!?" The girl says as Kitsu leaves. "Don't fucking ignore me!"
I decide that, this isn't worth the headache. And just follow the fox.
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-Thursday, August 19th, Central District, 10am-
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Brad "Hookwolf" Meadows POV
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Charging down the alleyway as I evade the PRT and New Wave. I curse my recent luck. Or lack thereof.
It wasn't supposed to be like this! Delegated down to, rogue element. ME! From lieutenant, to warlord, to lone wolf. My gang abandoned, my men fled, my commanders arrested.
Looking back and seeing I've caused enough damage to keep my pursuers occupied. I prepare to disappear.
"Rrrrrgh!" I growl in frustration as I shift back to two legs and recall my hooks. "Fuck!"
Taking my metal mask and shoving it in my back pocket, I look around and spot a homeless man staring at me with wide eyes. Good.
"You!" I say as I point towards the bearded man. "Your shirt! Now!"
"Hi ba noma!" He sputters incoherently as he tries to push himself as hard against the wall as possible.
"Fucking, never the easy way with you people." I scoff as I march towards him.
"My my." I hear above me.
Swinging my head up and reaching for my mask, expecting another hero. I'm caught off guard by the man in a top hat and black vest. Red dress shirt underneath.
"I'd heard the infamous Hookwolf was savage, but to go so low as to prey upon the homeless?" He says as he steps off the fire escape and falls down, only to catch himself on the railing below, flipping back to stand on the lowest platform. "You truly are a rabid dog, aren't you?"
Now getting a clear view of the black and white mask. I get a good idea of who the guy is working for, and who he is.
"The hell does one of the Teeth's assassin's want with me?" I ask with a growl.
If he were here to kill me, then I doubt he'd be talk to me. Be a rather shitty assassin to announce himself before taking me out.
"I always did hate that term." He sighs. "I'm more of a magician you see, please keep that in mind for as long as you can."
'The fuck is that meant to mean?' I can't help but find myself asking.
"I can see you don't quite understand." He says disappointed, as he touches a hand to the forehead of his mask. Turning around dramatically with his back against the rail. "Oh well. Not many do, at first."
I take a step back and pull on the hooks as he falls backwards over the rail and lands across from me with his back turned.
"You see, I'm not an assassin, because I've never killed anyone." He says in a low, dramatic tone.
I say nothing as I wait for him to make the next move. No one, save the higher members of the Teeth know Compress's power. And for all I know, this is how it works. He goads others into attacking him, and it's some form of automatic defense.
I can't risk an unknown as I am right now!
"That being said." He says, turning to look at me slightly as he holds up a set of three marbles between his fingers. "I have it on good authority that I'm providing no mercy in that service."
Pivoting on his foot, he tosses the marbles at me. Not willing to take the chance, I dodge out the way as smoke fills the spot where the marbles once were.
"Fuck, couldn't let us out sooner?" I hear a bored, raspy voice let out from the smoke.
"My apologies Hellfire." Compress says as he steps back. "But you know how I love putting on a show!"
The smoke fades to reveal the half leathery skinned form of Hellfire. The Teeth's prime Pyro.
"So long as you don't die and leave me stuck in there." He says as he puts his hands in his coat pockets. "I suppose it's fine."
"So this is the real killer?" I say as I start to reform my hooks. "Suppose that isn't a surprise! Explains why the bodies were never found!"
The strongest pyrokinetic in North America looks up at me with a bored expression before shrugging.
"Suppose that's not too big a leap in logic." He says casually. "But if it were me, well, people would know it's me."
"Regardless!" I say as I swipe a clawed hand down.
He steps out of the way casually, almost bored. Pissing me off as he just stares at me.
"Kindness is a mercy more could understand." I hear from behind me.
Jerking my head back, I peer through the holes of my armored form to gaze at the slim man in front of me. Messy black hair, green tie and black vest and slacks.
"Here I thought, diplomacy was an option." He says in a sad tone. "No, it was a hope. But hope, is often dashed isn't it? We know this too well. You should realize this already. We know what's best."
'Fuck!' I curse mentally.
I'm cornered!
Looking back to the pyro, and the unconcerned man. One I can take easy, but I have no clue who the other is!
'Fuck it!' I complain. 'Why can nothing go my way!?'
With a frustrated growl, I jump. Latching onto the brick work and scaling the wall. This is all going to shit! At this rate my best bet is to either rebrand and get more guys, or find a new city.
Scaling over the side of the roof, I'm met with the top hatted cape. Compress, right at the ledge.
I swipe a hand in reflex as he reaches a hand out and taps my metallic form. My body seizes up as I feel my body crunch. Everything getting larger as I feel my body leave. No, I don't feel anything! It's going dark!
"Thank you, for participating in my act." Is the last thing I hear.
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Where am I?
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Where's my body?
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What happened?
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Am I dead?
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I can't feel anything.
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Hear anything.
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See anything.
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What happened!?
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What happened to me!?
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?-?-? "The Butcher" POV
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"Knew it could never be." One of the voices says.
Silence.
Never
Proceed
Claim our place
You know what to do
"Sir." Compress says as he lands before me, and holds out a marble. "It is done."
I hate this
This is necessary
We're not evil
We just do what we need to
"We know this." I say.
"Oi!" Hellfire calls, now crouching in front of the homeless man. "What do we do with scruffy here? We let'em go, he could rat us out to the cops."
Silence him
No loose ends
You know what to do
SILENCE!
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No.
Walking towards the scared, babbling man. Hellfire stands up to let me take his place. Now crouching before the dark skinned, wide eyed man.
"Hey now, we're not going to hurt you." I say with a gentle smile.
You're too soft
He could compromise us
Just-
I SAID BE QUIET!
"Look, we kind of need to stay low here, so." I pull my wallet out, grabbing at a twenty and hand it to the man. "Take this, for the trouble. And, just don't talk about this. And we'll call it even. Deal?"
"Y-yes." He says in an aged, croaked voice. "Thank you!"
"Not a problem." I say as I stand up. "Compress, Hellfire. We're leaving."
What will you do
When this comes to bite us?
Then we'll deal with it when it comes.
"Sure that was the right move boss?" Hellfire asks as he throws his hood up.
He's right
You're sloppy
"There are some lines, I won't cross." I answer them. "Do we know where we're going?"
"Hookwolf had a few buildings he managed to keep a hold of, despite his recent string of bad luck." Compress answers as he takes off his mask, and collapses his hat. "I'm certain he'll not object to lending us the space."
Good, now-
"We can get set up at the nearest one." They say. No, I said that. "Then we can get the others over as needed."
"Of course." Compress says.
How much longer, till we're one?
We're already past the point of no return.
"Boss?" Hellfire asks.
"Hmm?" I hum in question as I turn to meet the hooded man's eyes. "Yes?"
"What'dyou mean, past the point of no return?" He asks.
Did I say that out loud?
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Rig, Cafeteria, 5am-
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Kitsu POV
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"Hmm." I think to myself as I look out at the room.
Even places like this have down times. As in periods of time when there's less activity.
And looking out at the cafeteria, I can't help but think they have too many tables. I mean, there's only like, twenty people here! Why need fifty bench tables?
They can spare a few.
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Rig, Armory, 7am-
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"Hey man." I say to the guard behind the gated window.
Or rather, my illusion does.
"Hmm?" The tired man says as he looks up from the screen he was typing on. "Yes?"
"I need access to the weaponry and munitions." The Illusion, who will now go by Steve, says. "SIM rounds to be exact."
As he says that, I use an illusion to produce a mirror behind the man, and peer at his screen.
A black and orange-
He's watching porn.
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I can use this.
"Got your forms and orders?" He asks plainly.
Steve shuffles through his pockets, getting more and more frustrated as he can't find the forms. Before letting out a big sigh as his shoulders slump.
"I, lost it." He says. "Look man, I clock out in an hour and it'll take me half that to find the things. Just, can you put it under my name and I'll have it sorted out later?"
The man behind the counter gives him a bored look that screams, are you stupid? And slowly shakes his head.
"Come on, I'm pulling a double shift as is." Steve begs.
"No, you know how the higher ups are about proper procedure." He says. "Even then, how do I know you aren't up to something?"
"Because I'm in here without an alarm being tripped?" Steve asks. "Look, I just need these for some training. Hell, I can get by with just the SIM rounds. Just, I really don't want to have to head back and explain to my CO that I lost the papers he just handed me. I'm on thin ice as is."
"Then next time take your job seriously." The guard says dismissively.
"Says the man watching PornHub on a government computer." Steve says.
The man freezes in place at that. Looking back to Steve with a plain expression as he subtly clicks out of the tab.
"Excuse me?" He says.
"Next time?" Steve says. "Try not to have the brightness up so high. Can see it reflected in your eyes."
"I've no clue what you're talking about." The guard says.
"Okay." Steve says. "Let's just see what HR has to say when they check the ISP after I tell them I couldn't get the requested training material because the guard on duty was too busy jacking it to Alexis Texas."
Cue the stare off between the very real guard, and the imaginary PRT Squad mate.
"I.D." He says.
Steve hands him an I.D. I pickpo- borrowed from a guy in the hall.
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Walking past the man, Steve gives him a nod as I leave with the row of training guns and cases of SIM rounds. Using my biokinesis to pass the retinal scan and get out. Using illusions to hide just how much I took while walking towards my current stash.
This is gonna be fun!
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Rig, Laundry Room, 7:45am-
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Not much time, not much time!
Looking at the padlock on the maintenance closet, I recall something Newter told me a few years back. Taking the lock in hand, I enhance my strength and smack the side.
*Click*
And with no further fanfare, the lock just, pops open.
Opening the closet, I grin at the rows of folded sheets.
"Yes!" I hiss in victory.
Taking all of the sheets, I lock the closet back up. Leaving the room, I allow my illusions over the cameras to dispel.
This is gonna be great!
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Rig, Wards common room, 8am-
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Hiding in the corner, I wait as most of the Wards pile into the common room. Missy being the last one. I activate my auditory illusions.
*Krzzt*
"Will all attending Wards please make their way to Training room three. I repeat, will all attending Wards please make their way to Training room three."
*Krzzt*
Just as planned!
The moment the last Ward leaves the room, I crawl up through to the vents and race towards the training room.
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Rig, Training Room 3, 9am-
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Carlos "Aegis" POV
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"I'm telling you, I don't know." I tell Vergil.
"Look man, I get it." He says understandingly. "You gotta keep confidentiality an' all that. But, a hint? Please?"
Stopping in my tracks I look to him. Deadly serious as I hope my next words will get through to the blue trench coated teen.
"I, don't, know." I say slowly. "Whatever this is, is news to me." I stress.
"What the heck?" Missy says next to me as she stares at the empty training room. "What, wha, how would, KITSU!"
"Ruin my fun why don't you!" I hear the voice of the resident scandal in the making.
Looking up at the back wall of the tall room where the voice came from. Kitsu materializes in a sparkle of lights. Just, floating twenty feet up.
"What are, what is this!?" Missy asks, clearly confused and, sounding a bit stressed.
"Over reaction much?" Dennis asks.
"No it's-"
"Spoilers!" Kitsu cuts her off. "Listen up soldiers! Today, is the day you earn your stripes!"
"Um, is this normal?" FastTrack asks as Kitsu keeps up her speech.
"Define, normal." Dean says. "It's Kitsu so-"
"Till the last man standing!" Kitsu announces as a burst of glittery lights reveals-
The training room, with tables, benches and sheets all placed in an ordered manner. All to create two forts, and rows of cover.
All of us are silent at the sight. No small part wondering how this got here. Much less approved. There is no way she'd be able to get all of this without it being approved.
"Now!" Kitsu says as she reaches behind the overturned table she's balanced on.
And comes back up with a fucking gun! No shit! An actual, fucking assault rifle!
"Time to pick the teams!" She says and shoots!
"Hit the deck!" Dennis yells as he dives out of the way.
"Kitsu are you actually insane!?" Missy yells in panic, her voice cracking as she dives as well. "What the actual hell!?"
I on the other hand, got shot. I felt the bullet hit my chest. But, not go through my costume.
Looking down, I touch the neon green ink now staining the front of my armored suit.
She's using simunition. Simulation bullets.
"A little!" Kitsu yells. "Who did I hit!?"
"Me!" I yell back, now completely unconcerned and at ease.
There is no way in hell she got any of this without permission. The munitions are locked away tighter than the stick up Armsmaster's ass. And I can't think of a way she'd get the tables here without anyone noticing. Illusions or not.
"Okay!" Kitsu yells. "Team one leader is Car-Aegis! Next person shot is the next team lead!"
"What is wrong with you!" Missy shouts.
"They're fake bullets." I call out. "I'm fine."
"Wait really?" Dennis asks as he straightens up from the chair he's behind.
*Bang*
"Fuck!" He shouts as the bullet hits the side of his helmet, knocking his head to the side.
"Team two is lead by StopWatch!" Kitsu yells.
"Aegis how are you okay with this!?" Missy hisses.
Looking over to the frowning girl, I shrug at her question.
"Because I know that there is no way this is unsanctioned." I answer. "Think about it, how on earth would she get all of this without anyone noticing?"
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-Meanwhile, Cafeteria-
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Hana "Miss Militia" POV
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Looking over the hectic room, with people roaming about and some being forced to stand and eat. I can't help but voice my confusion.
"What happened to all the benches?"
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-Training room 3-
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Carlos "Aegis" POV
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"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
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Bonus
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-Thursday, August 19th, The Towers, 3pm-
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Edward "The Philosopher" Anders POV
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Sitting in my room with my computer in front of me. I look between the three screens.
"And with that, Thomas Calvert is now officially declared dead." Tattletale says on the other side of the line. "And Fortress Construction's stocks are, kinda in the air with how his wife 'mysteriously' just signed away his assets and fled the city."
"Wonder how that happened." Regent adds. "Guess we'll never really know."
"And it seems that with The Aryan Empire dissolving, and Fenrir's Chosen being reduced to one member, The Empire's power struggle is now over." I say with a smirk.
"What about 'our' deal?" Trickster asks. "You promised me-"
"I promised you I'd help with your plans." I cut him off before he can gaslight. "It's not my fault yours were less successful than The Undersiders."
A means to an end. We were all means to an end to each other. We all knew this.
"Must be something to do with leadership." Tattletale says with a smirk.
"Surely you jest?" Trickster says, slightly stressed.
Seems the Travelers true leader is getting antsy.
I may not be a thinker, but I like to think I'm smart. It didn't take much to piece together that the Travelers are from Madison, and further more that they had a hidden member. One that's been getting increasingly erratic. As indicated by their sudden shift in means of operation, as compared to when they first started making a scene. And Coil?
"Here I thought Jesting was your shtick." Tattletale ribs.
"Look, if you need anymore help, it'll cost." I say sternly. "First times free and all that. I pointed you towards Scarecrow on good faith. But any more and I'll need to justify it."
That was trickier. Man was so paranoid it's insane. So many backups and so many contingencies. But, when you have access to the network my shitstain of a sperm donor set up. It was a matter of matching up timelines. Appearances and what not.
It was tricky, I'll admit. And had it not been for Tattletale, I doubt I'd actually ever piece it together.
Getting into contact with the Travelers was a matter of connections. And we all fit well together. Tattletale wanted freedom from Coil, Trickster wanted a method to contain Kitsu, and I needed assets and a way to get the walking nuke out of town for a few days. Enough to make the others overconfident.
Kaiser was easy to send away. Just had to convince Kayden that he'd want her to get the old man out of prison. Once that was in her head, she adamantly refused to let him back into the fold. He left, and Night and Fog left with him. Gesselshaft has cut ties, same with the Herren clan after Rune was arrested. Kayden's too stupid to realize all of that though.
"Can you even promise anything?" Tattletale asks. "Last I checked, you don't even have your team behind you."
'Oh?' I think to myself.
This is why I always hold group calls with Tattletale. She loves poking and prodding at others. Proving she's the smartest and all that. And she loves to talk.
All I have to do, is make myself seem uninteresting. She already knows my name and my real objective. No secrets to find except what my favorite color is.
In other words. She exposes the secrets of others for me without realizing it. Or maybe she does, and just doesn't care.
"I've no idea what you mean." Trickster says with his usual false bravado. Dropping his nervousness.
Or rather, covering it up.
"Hey, can I go?" Regent asks. "You see I gotta, yeah I just don't care. Tats can fill me in on the cliffnotes."
Before I can say anything, Regent signs off. Much to Tattletales annoyance.
"Regardless, your assistance would be greatly appreciated." Trickster redirects back to himself. "My team's situation is well under control-"
Bullshit.
"-And I can assure that we've not lost any efficiency." He say. "If it's money or manpower, I'm certain we can cut a deal."
I think a bit as Tattletale drones her fingers on her desk. Clearly getting more and more bored.
'Hmm, Al and Theo are getting restless.' I ponder. 'And a safe environment to train would be ideal. And failing that, my network on the streets could always use some buffing up.'
"Alright, I might have something you could do." I offer. "Question is, what do you want from me?"
'Just you wait old man.' I think as the gears turn in my head.
When the old shit gets out, and he will get out. Money talks after all. When he gets out, he'll come back to see his stolen kingdom gone. His reputation ruined, his connections severed, and his empire in ashes.
You hurt me, that's fine. I can take it. But no one hurts my little brothers. I'll do anything to keep them safe. Even topple an empire from the inside.
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Bonus 2
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-Few years ago, Hollywood, California-
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Kitsu POV
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'Kale, caviar, don't know what that is.' I think to myself as I rummage through the fridge. 'Geez! You'd think with how rich these snobs are that they'd have some freaking bologna and cheese!'
I just want a sandwhich!
As I'm thinking this, I hear the soft sound of bare feet. Walking closer and closer. Only, it's coming from the ceiling.
Looking up, I'm greeted to the sight of two bright yellow eyes staring awkwardly down at me. A dark blue skinned guy with curly black hair, in a leather jacket and baggy jeans.
"You'd look a lot more scary if I couldn't see in the dark." I say as I go back to rummaging through the fridge.
"'Tschuldigung, kleine mädchen." He says as he falls from the ceiling. Landing softly behind me.
"All good." I say with a shrug.
I'd be a little more concerned, but I'm hungry. Food first, blue man group later.
He's oddly silent as I rummage through the fridge. Which, while odd, I don't care.
"Finally." I say as I find a pack of lunchables hidden in the back of the fridge. "Normal food."
"Hmm?" The blue man says as he looks over my shoulder. "Ah! Can I have the butterfinger?"
"Get your own." I say as I tear into the turkey and cheddar cracker meal.
"Night, what's up?" I hear a comm piece relay. "Is the place clear?"
"Uh, no?" He says into his comms.
Turning around to look at him as I eat. He just stares at me awkwardly.
"No?" I hear the other guys' voice ask. "Did they leave their dog or something?"
"Are you here to steal stuff?" I ask between bites of my cracker sandwich.
"Ahh, maybe?" Night says.
"Maybe?" The guy asks.
"Wasn't talking to you." Night says quickly.
"Oh, cool." I say as I shut the fridge.
"Shit! There's someone there!?" The guy asks.
"Nein, well, ya." Night says as I head to the table and take a seat. Turning the chair on its side to give my tail room. "I, think we're the second ones here. Maybe?"
"… Bro you gotta start making sense pronto."
"Bitte Mädchen?" Night says, addressing me. "Vas are you doing here?"
"Eating." I say simply.
He stares at me a bit more as I continue to do as I said.
"Legally?" He asks slowly.
"Depends on if I get caught or not." I answer honestly.
"Okay, wir sind gut." Night says into his comms. "There's another like us in here. She's stealing food."
"Oh, you had me concerned." The other guy says. "Is the place cleared out otherwise?"
"Ya." Night says as he turns around, and I get to see the long arrow headed tail he has.
Looking down, I see each of his feet has three large toes.
'Oh!' I think to myself. 'Nightctawler.'
"Alright, heading in." The other guy says.
"See you."
"Careful not to trigger the silent alarm." I say. "It's attached to the front and back doors. Oh, and the first floor windows."
"Vas?" Nightcrawler says as he looks to me with wide eyes. "How do you know?"
I flick my ears.
"I can hear high frequencies." I explain. "Including the ones made by electrical currents. These ones are the always active kind and set off the security when disturbed."
"Scheisse!" He curses. "Newt! Don't-"
*Click*
The front window opens.
And the soft ringing stops. Looks like it's time for me to leave.
"Too late." I say as I hop down from the chair. "Cops'll be here soon."
Was really hoping to raid their closets too.
"I don't see-"
"Night, Newter!" Nightcrawler flinches at the woman's voice coming from his comms, and I hear it on the other side of the house as well. "Police scanners and radios just picked up an invasion report from the house you're at. You have ten minutes to get out!"
"Scheisse!" Nightcrawler curses again.
I hear harder steps running towards us-
*Thunk*
"Son of a bitch!" Newter, I assume, shouts as he starts hopping.
"Newt!" Nightcrawler shouts.
"I'm fine!" An orange skinned, blue haired copy of Nightcrawler says as he limps into the room. "We gotta go! Mission's a bust."
Seriously, tail, toes, hell even their faces are similar.
"Wait." Nightcrawler says before turning to me. And Newter does the same.
I eat the butterfinger.
"Hmm?" I ask.
"Oh, neat." Newter says. "We can take her with us but we gotta go now."
"Eine moment." He says, holding a hand up.
"What?" Newter asks.
"He said one moment." I translate.
"Okay, bilingual, got it." Newter says impatiently. "We gotta go!"
"Mädchen, what are your powers?" Night asks as he crouches in front of me.
Shrugging, I decide this might be fun.
"Super strength, super speed, super ears, super eyes, and illusions." I answer off my public wiki powers.
"We, might actually be able to do something with that." Newter says. "Hey kid, wanna help us do something? We'll pay ya."
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-7 minutes later-
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Placing the massive safe on the bed of the truck, I watch as Nightcrawler grabs some straps and holds it down. Whatever's in here is too important for them to leave. And the client wants the documents in the safe completely undamaged. Only way to guarantee that at this point, is taking the safe with us.
"Newt!" Nightcrawler asks as he teleports to the front of the car. "How close are we?"
*Wweeeeooooww*
"Cops are coming fast." I warn.
"Alrmosht!" He says through the flash light in his mouth.
"Should I open the garage door?!" I ask as I walk to the driver side door.
Newter is under the dash. Flashlight in his mouth as he uses a pair of pliers to strip the wires and move some thingies around.
*Zap*
"Shit!" He curse, dropping the flashlight.
I take it and hold it for him.
I'm really not that concerned. Running from cops is easy when you can run as fast as I can. But this might be fun! So, I'm here.
That and I want McDonalds. And don't wanna steal it this time. Stealing is a lot harder than it looks! You get caught, and now you have to deal with people who just won't let it go!
"Thank you, and no need." The blue haired guy says. "This baby'll smash right through them for us."
*Rrrrnnnmmmm* The truck revs to life as he says that. Lights in the cab turning on as the garage is now lit by the truck's headlights.
"Perfect!"
*Eewa* The cop car's siren stops as the car is parked.
"Now or never." Nightcrawler says.
"Newt, Night, where the hell are you!?" The woman's voice says from the comms.
"Completing the job." Newter says as he rights himself up while I head to the back cab and lay down.
"The hell do you-"
"Kick it!" The radio goes as Nightcrawler turns it on.
"Oow!" I shout as I cover my ears.
"Sorry." Nightcrawler says as he turns it off.
As he says that, the garage door opens itself to reveal a cop, now wide eyed as he stare like a deer trapped in the head light.
*Rrrrrrrr!* Newter revs the engine, and the cop dives as the truck shoots out of the driveway.
"Shit!" Newter says as he sidescrapes the cops car.
*Crrrsshh*
"Hey!" I shout. "Who taught you to drive! The lot was wide open!"
Before I can say anything else, I'm tossed to the side as he makes too hard of a turn and nearly fishtails.
"Um, no one?" He says awkwardly. "At least not fully. Still learning, kind of?"
Growling, I grab his shoulder and yoink him to the back seat. And crawl over to sit in the driver's seat myself.
"Hey!" He shouts as I sit on my knees for the height it gives me. Using my illusions to make blocks on the gas and brakes, I drive.
Driving down the road, I tap the clutch and hit the brake to make a fast turn. Going down a straight away as I avoid another cop. Not long after, his siren blares to life as he turns around to follow us.
"Okay, where did you learn to drive?" Newter asks as he sits up.
"I'unno." I say with a shrug.
"Newter! Nightcrawler!" The lady shouts. "What the hell is going on!?"
"We uh, we got the cargo." Nightcrawler says awkwardly. "And a tagalong, or two."
"What!?"
"I need to focus!" I shout. "I can hear your earpieces!"
"Schiesse." Nightcrawler curses softly.
"Language!" I say as I swerve to avoid a car as I head for the gates of the community.
"German." He says. "Melanie I'll have to talk later!"
"Just tell me-"
He turns off the earpiece, and so does Newter.
Just in time for me to hit the brakes and turn the wheel in time to side slam the gates. Activating my zero knockback to not be launched into the side of the cab.
"Shiesse!/Fuck!" Take a guess on who said what.
"This is fun!" I say with a
Not stopping, I hit the gas as another cop adds their siren to the orchestra of law enforcement following us.
"We're gonna die." Newter says with an awkward laugh.
"I'm indestructible." I say before pointing at Nightcrawler with my tail. "And he can teleport."
"Okay, I'm gonna die." Newter corrects himself.
"Oh gesegnete Maria, Mutter Christi, geheiligt sei deine-" Nightcrawler starts praying as he closes his eyes.
"Hey!" I scoff at him as I take a turn onto a highway, into oncoming traffic. "Have some faith!"
"I am!" Nightcrawler shouts. "It's why I'm praying!"
"Faith in me!" I say as I intermittedly enhance my perception to avoid the oncoming cars.
Not as easy when they swerve! Keep driving straight jackasses! I'm trying to be safe here!
It doesn't take long before a helicopter light is now on us. And the cops are in the distance. Heavily slowed and held back by the oncoming cars that keep swerving.
"Whelp." Newter says in a bored tone. "Can't say I saw this being how it ends."
"Drama queens, both of you." I roll my eyes as I spot my target.
An underpass!
Using my illusions, I generate a bright flash of light just as I hit the underpass. And while under it, I spin the truck around. Opening the door, I hop out using my strength and speed to keep it steady and to keep it from spinning endlessly. I then hop back in, and use my illusions to change the truck's color, hide the safe, and make it look like I'm a normal man.
"Get down!" I say as I hit the gas to keep the trucks speed.
"What?" Newter asks.
"Now!" I say as I use an illusionary bar to shove him down to the floor of the backseat.
Looking over, I see Nigtcrawler is already curled up under the dash on the passenger's side. He gives me a thumbs up, never once opening his eyes as I continue to drive. The cops driving right pass us as the copter searches aimlessly for us.
"I accept cash by the way."
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Later I would find the police chase was live, and several people pointed me out. And the truck that came out of the underpass, that never went under it in the first place.
Oh well. I doubt stealing an expensive truck will come back to bite me later.
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A/N
Credit to RadChaos897 for the L-Glucose idea!
I still have that Google doc
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"'Tschuldigung, kleine mädchen."
"Sorry, little miss."
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"Bitte Mädchen?"
"Excuse me little girl?"
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"Wir sind gut."
"We are good."
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"Oh gesegnete Maria, Mutter Christi, geheiligt sei deine-"
"Oh blessed Mary, mother of Christ, hallowed be thy-"
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This Butcher is, different. Not in role, but in person. The Nine's visit to Boston changed a few things.
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This Edward is a bit of a darker take on Edward Elric. Which, for Worm makes sense. He still has the same mindset and values, just twisted by his shard's conflict drive. Whereas before he would never instigate so much violence because he hates the idea of people dying at his hands, here the conflict drive is making that inhibition a bit looser.
It's a lot easier to ignore the lives lost, when he isn't the direct cause or the one doing it. And his faction of the shattered Empire, God's Hand, is easily the least violent faction. And now, the only faction.
Edward is steadily dismantling the Empire with none the wiser save Tattletale. He intends to take away all of his father's ability to harm his brothers.
Hell, canon Edward Elric dismantled a country.
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It's also funny to think about how with Kitsu's expanding influence and thus her continued disruption of precog and even some pericogs, that Ed's own natural intelligence is more useful than a lot of thinkers in Brockton.
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As always, leave a comment and tell me what you think! It helps me write and gives me ideas moving forward. I especially love it when you guys speculate or make guesses as I do use them.
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Find in newb's-grotto at the discord!
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