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In case it wasn't obvious. Kitsu is an unreliable narrator. And I sought to show that with the swapping POV's in the last chapter. Not everything she sees is exactly how it is.
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Also, two of my friends are filling out CYOA's because they saw this and wanted to see if I could write a story with their personalities in mind.
The reason this is a semi self insert is because Kitsus' personality is based on mine. It's not one to one so it's not a self insert. Small things here and there are influences from me. One of them is her inability to deal with horror. I can be put in a scary situation IRL I've been stabbed and chased in real life and my only concern, after running away, was if it was going to get infected. But even in games like Dead By Daylight I'm a jittering hyperventilating mess.
Her inability to make long term plans is an inverse of mine, I struggle to think on my feet.
There's more, but I can't think of them off the top of my head.
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Casanova5424: Read and find out. ;)
TheHat3r: She has changed, it's just in small ways. She's gone from actively ignoring the law and going out of her way to do whatever she wants, to getting attached to a group of individuals and conciously being aware of her actions and their consequences. In the hospital she did not care what happened to the goons or the people. At the dogfighting ring she went out of her way to make sure as few people died. Baby steps. And keep in mind, Eagleton happened in early March. The last ten+ chapters have all happened inside the time frame of a month and a half. And Kitsu has only been in foster care for about two weeks.
People don't change easily or quickly.
Gogmazios: Thanks! It was hinted at that she was awake, where Missy thought her ears were turning to her unconsciously. It was stated before that the direction of Kitsus' ears tell what she's paying attention to. But Missy wouldn't know that.
Akiralator: Welcome back! It was a bit awkward at first. But the old man just seemed more amused than anything. And my coworkers found it hilarious. I wasn't upset and neither was he. The only person who was upset was my supervisor who told me I can be fired for doing that.
AlexFalTon: The thing with Yagi and Rebecca, is that Yagi showed her that there are people with hearts of gold out in the world. He stayed true to his word and literally dedicated his life to saving others. To the point that his shard, which should have enough juice to last a few decades of constant use, is almost depleted after just one.
T4ndoris: ERROR ERROR ERROR
SonicTundra: Yeah, I wanted to add more, but couldn't do so as it would've been cluttered and wouldn't make sense time wise.
RadChaos897: I genuinely think Kitsu and Missy would be a good pair. Missy is more serious but falls apart around Kitsu. While Kitsu is entirely chaotic and confident but also falls apart because she doesn't know what to do or how to handle the situation. And unlike with other issues, Dennis, she can't really ignore this.
The level to which each Thinker shard is connected to the network is different depending on the shard. Deans shard was connected enough that it gave a minor bleeding effect to Vicky when she triggered and that gave her the aura of awe. So it would depend on the shard. The Thinker may be dead, but each shard is a different level of dead or dying. Think of it as brain death or clinical death. The individual parts can still be alive and functioning.
I will say, you have a talent for prediction, and I'm glad to say that none of the ones about her request for a device is accurate
She hasn't gotten the autograph sadly.
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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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-Friday April 9th, 11:07pm-
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Kitsu POV
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Why?
My first real girl friend. Wants to be my girlfriend?!
'I thought she was straight!' I yell internally. The idea that she could like like me never occurred to me outside my estrus phase!
Then again during my estrus I saw everyone who wasn't family as a potential-
Not the point!
We're currently just staring at each other. Wide eyed and blushing. As my chest feels hollow at the anxiety. And my face burns at the confession.
"Uh, I mean. Like. You're just so likeable! And. Cute! And fluffy with your everything. You just. I don't!" She panics and fidgets.
Me?
'Kitsu . EXE has crashed. Please standby for system reboot.'
"You don't underestimate me or treat me different because of my age. You're my age and powerful as well so we can relate and I think we'd get along well. Um, I'll just go! I can sleep on the couch and I'll leave in the morning." She says quickly and I see the door to the hall appear right next to her.
I shoot up and grab her wrist to stop her. She freezes and looks back to me.
And once again we're staring. I'm trying to use my biokinesis to calm myself down. But I'm too overwhelmed to even form a coherent thought. Swallowing the lump in my throat I speak.
"Uh, you. Said you wanted to ask me out?" I ask. "Well, I, I wouldn't say no. If you asked. I think you're cute as well, and I enjoyed our day together. I wouldn't mind getting to know you more."
I'm gonna puke from the way my heart is thudding.
"W, well. I mean. Would you? This feels a little fast. Is this fast? Please stop staring at me, your eyes make it hard to think." She rattles off quickly.
I look away from her and the silence that extends is deafening.
I can hear Amy snoring without needing to focus, it's so quiet.
"Would you?" She finally asks with a crack in her voice.
"Um, yes? We can, see if it works out?" I asks looking back up to her.
I don't particularly feel that way towards her. But I'm not adverse to the idea, and I don't want to hurt her feelings.
She's still for a long second before she gains a massive smile. She catches herself with a cough and tries to subdue the smile. She's failing and it comes out in a blushing awkward and shy grin.
It's adorable and makes me want to tease her.
"Um, so. What now?" I ask awkwardly.
The door slowly starts pulling back to where it normally was.
She blushes and looks away.
"Um, I was hoping that, maybe, we could cuddle? And tomorrow, we could hang out more?" She asks hopefully.
'Okay, that's not too much.' I think with a hopeful anxiety.
In case it isn't obvious. I have no clue what I'm doing and I'm still trying to process what's going on.
"Um, sure." I say and scoot over to the head of the bed and lay down on my side.
She tentatively follows me and lays down in front of me.
We just stare at each other awkwardly for a good minute. Blushing and looking away every other second.
The tension is killing me.
"Pfft." I snort, trying to hold in a laugh. "I, I'm sorry, I laugh when I'm nervous."
"It's fine! I like your laugh. It's cute." She says softly.
I hold in a squeal as I feel my face burn.
Missy doesn't fair better. She openly squeals and pulls me towards her. Holding me tight as she trembles.
"Uh, what's this for?" I ask with a nervous laugh.
"Your tail!" She squeals. "It's just so cute the way your tail swishes when your happy! I love it! I love it so much!" She says and shakes me a little.
'Betrayed by my own fluff. I knew this would happen eventually.'
You know what? Looking back, I really should have seen this sooner. The way she gets quiet around me, how she zones out when I'm around. Hell, I probably should have figured it out after we watched Alien.
"You weren't paying attention to the movie earlier, were you?"
She shakes her head, still holding me close. I go ahead and hold her back and she squeezes me tighter as a result.
I just remembered Amy's comment earlier.
'How many people realized this before me? I'll never live this down.' I realize with a dawning dread.
Missy reaches a hand up and scratches my ears. Unintentionally calming me down and sending me to a world of comfort and bliss.
'This is fine. I'm okay with this. I can figure everything out later.' I think as I slowly drift to sleep.
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-7:02am, next day-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I wake and try to move, only to find I can't.
Looking around I realize this isn't my room. And I'm locked in place by-
Oh
Oh god.
'It wasn't a dream? OH GOD YES!' I mentally cheer.
"Yesss!" I say in a hushed shriek.
Kitsu is fast asleep, her arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. One of her legs is crossed over my hip and her tail is wrapped across my side and up around my upper back creating a warm blanket for me.
'It's so soft! I'm going to die happy, right here!' I think excitedly.
My arms are wrapped around her in a hug as well and I squeeze her tight.
"Morning." She says and opens her eyes.
'I could get used to waking up to this.' I think happily.
"Were you awake already?" I ask.
She slides her head forward to nuzzle my neck. And I catch that familiar scent of strawberries.
"Yeah~ I just like cuddles. So I stayed. That and you smell nice." She says and takes a deep sniff.
'Kinda weird to mention. But that's okay! Everyone's different.' I think as I blush.
"Alright!" She says and swings over me to straddle my waist. "Let's get breakfast! And we can figure out what we wanna do later, kay?" She asks with an adorable tilt of her head. One ear up and the other tilting with her.
Her tail is doing the thing! God I love the way it swishes when she's happy or excited. And I'm getting lost in those gorgeous eyes staring down at me.
"Um okay." I say unsurely, more than a bit distracted at the way her tail is wagging.
"Great! I'll make pancakes!" She says and hops off. Then with a gust of wind she's gone.
I miss her already.
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Kitsu POV
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Making pancakes gives me time to think.
I have no idea what to do here. I just became Missy's girlfriend because I didn't have a reason to say no. And I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
I'll admit I'm a bit apprehensive because of how my last date went. But that was different! For one I wasn't in my right mind. For two, Dennis didn't even want to date me to begin with.
Wait.
I pause my mixing of the batter to look to the table where Missy jerks her eyes up. Wide eyed and blushing.
'Was she, was she staring at my butt?' I think with a blush.
Deal with that later.
"Hey Missy, quick question. You're not being forced, coerced, and made to go out with me are you?"
"Uh, no?" She says confused.
I return to the pancakes. Only this time I'm mindful to keep my tail a bit lower.
"Just making sure."
Amy's getting out of the shower now.
'Is this my fault? Did I really change canon that much already? Or is this one of those changes to the world that I'm unaware of?' I think anxiously. 'I'm pretty sure she was straight in canon. She never showed any interest in girls. She had a crush on Dean and had an ex in high school. And she wound up with that one guy who shared a body with his brother. Though that seemed more because she wanted a relationship before she died. What made her attracted to me?! I'm not the most, suitable, partner for a relationship. I'm cute and adorable, but in a little puppy kind of way. Not-'
"Um, Kitsu, how many pancakes are you going to make?" Missy asks, breaking me from my thoughts.
Looking over I realize I've already made a stack of about twenty. And I've been mixing the batter in my arms this whole time while using illusions to make the pancakes.
"Uh, five more?" I say unsurely.
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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Carol is in the shower getting ready for work. Meanwhile I'm following the delicious smell of pancakes.
Walking I see Kitsu is finishing putting the various utensils and ingredients away. Missy is at the table, a shy smile and a small blush as she watches Kitsu move. Kitsu seems to not be paying attention as she fills the coffee maker and turns it on.
"I didn't know you drink coffee." Missy says.
"I don't, not really. The coffee is for Mark, he takes it with his medicine. You have your medicine, right?" She says and turns to me standing in the hall.
Missy whips her head around to face me. A look of surprise on her face.
"Oh! Uh, Hi Mr. Dallon. How are you this morning?" She asks politely.
'Mr. Dallon? I haven't been called that since the last time I had to pick up Vicky from the principle's office when she was in seventh grade. Great, now I feel old.'
"I'm alright. How are you two?" I ask in return.
"Hey! Don't change the subject! Meds?" Kitsu shouts.
'I didn't.' I groan internally.
"I'm going, don't get your tail in a twist." I say jokingly.
Walking back through the hall to my room I'm stopped as Amy steps out of hers. In her healer robes.
"Going to the hospital?" I ask.
"Yep." She says curtly.
We walk around each other, and I finally get my meds from the nightstand. Making my way back I stop as Carol steps out of the bathroom in a towel. I walk up and embrace her, pulling her close to me.
We share a chaste kiss and just hold each other for a bit.
"So, who's making food?" She asks softly with a small grin.
"Kitsu. She and Missy are already up and in the kitchen." I answer.
She losses her grin and goes back to her regular scowl.
"Hrmm, you know what's going on there right?" She asks seriously.
"You mean the fact that Missy is clearly fangirling and crushing on Kitsu? Yeah, kinda hard not to." I say.
It really is hard to not notice. Especially with the horror movie and the card game. I've played the game enough times to know that 'Would you kiss someone of the same gender' is not one of the cards. And the movie? It was easy to see that Missy was paying little, if any attention to what was on the TV.
"I don't like it." Carol says.
I mentally blank at that.
"Why?"
"Because, what if she's just some fetishist trying to take advantage of Kitsu? You remember what happened last time between her and Dennis. Then there's the fact that Kitsu clearly doesn't see what's going on." She says seriously.
"Okay yeah, but it's a bit of a false equivalence here. Besides, even if something does happen, she still has us to look after her." I say and kiss her again.
She sighs, relaxes her shoulders and loses her frown.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Now c'mon." I jolt as she smacks my butt. "Move it, you're blocking the way and I still need to get dressed."
I do as she says and we go our separate ways.
Walking back to the kitchen I see Kitsu and Missy have their seats pushed next to each other and Missy is scratching Kitsus' ears as she nuzzles her shoulder affectionately. There's a plate in front of Missy, but she doesn't seem to have any intention of eating.
'Okay, I see what Carol means now.' I realize.
If this goes on, well, someone's feelings are going to be hurt.
Looking over I see Amy at the counter. Leaning against it as she sips her coffee. Giving a knowing smirk to the two girls.
Walking over I pour my own mug of coffee and use it to down my pill.
"You see this too right?" Amy asks.
"I do, and I'm about to say something." I respond.
She looks to me in confusion.
"Why? It's hilarious."
"Because I don't want either to get hurt from this. Whether it's Missy from being unrequited or Kitsu from losing a friend over it." I say softly.
"I can hear you guys you know~" Kitsu moans out.
Looking over I see that Missy has not stopped. And Kitsu looks about ready to fall asleep.
She reaches up and moves Missy's hand. Only for the girl to pout in disappointment.
"Later, kay?" Kitsu says to her.
"Okay." Missy says.
She then turns to us with a smile.
"What's up?"
'Maybe I should wait for Carol? Or for my meds to kick in at least.'
"Later." I say.
She shrugs and goes back to nuzzling Missy. Who in turn hugs her with a shy smile and blushing face.
'Poor girl.' I think to myself.
Kitsu is a generally affectionate person. So her hugging and nuzzling Missy is nothing out of the usual for her. But I can only imagine the mixed signals it's sending Missy.
"Whelp. Carol's out of the shower and Vicky isn't up yet. So I'll go ahead and get mine in." She says and hops down off the chair.
There's a series of blurs as Kitsu rushes around. One to her room, then to the hall leading to the rest of the house. Then to her room again, then I hear the bathroom door open and shut.
All in about two seconds.
Missy looks sad for a bit before she finally goes to her pancakes.
A few minutes later Carol walks in. Wearing a grey business suit and holding a black brief case and purse.
"Alright. Mark, let's go. Missy, is your mom picking you up or are you staying?" She asks as she walks over to the stove where there's a plate of pancakes.
Missy looks down to her food and shrugs.
"I don't think she's picking me up." She says quietly.
'O-oh. That's, rather telling.' I think sadly.
Carol seems to take a moment to think. Before turning to me and giving me a quick kiss.
"You think you can handle watching them for the day?" She asks.
"Yeah, I can watch two pubescent powerhouses on my own." I say with a laugh.
She gives a small smile and a peck on the lips.
"Alright, let's go." She turns to Amy. "You're in charge till Mark gets back, got it?"
Amy chokes on her sip and has to set her mug down.
"Crm cah, what? What about Vicky? And I'm needed at the hospital." She says, wide eyed and confused.
"Vicky is grounded. And the hospital has your number on speed dial. If they need you, they know how to get ahold of you." Carol says in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
I can tell this is putting her out of her comfort zone. Putting trust in Amy.
"Um, okay." She says tentatively.
"Good. Oh, and your hair looks good. You should keep it like that." She adds before grabbing a pancake and eating it.
Looking to Amy, I see her gain a small smile and look away with a shrug.
'Huh, now that I'm looking, her hair is a bit different.'
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Kitsu POV
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I finish up drying my tail and brushing it to a perfect shine.
I may have taken extra time on my tail. And added a bit of my normal shampoo to make it smell better.
As I finish up, Vicky walks in and over to the shower.
"Bout time you got up." I say.
"Can it pipsqueak." She says as she turns the shower on.
"You're just upset you can't spend time with Dean." I prod.
"Yeah! Well at least I can tell when someone has the hots for me!" She shouts back.
"You mean Missy?" I say.
The water shuts off and she pokes her head around the curtain with a speed that Velocity would be jealous of.
"You know?!" Vicky shouts.
I just stand up from the stool and give her a smug look before zooming out.
I rush to my room and throw on my outfit for the day. The Neptunia dress, the one with the mini jacket. Putting on the stockings and d-pad hairclips, I then change my hair and eye color to lavender.
It has nothing to do with the fact Missy likes purple!
Speaking of which.
I look over to the black and purple jacket in my clothes basket. I grab it and stuff it into Missy's bag.
I can always get another.
I step out of my room and listen around for the sounds of the house. Amy is still here, Vicky is still in the shower. And Missy is in the living room talking with Amy.
Focusing in I hear their conversation.
"So why did you ask me? In case you haven't realized. Your level of experience is already ahead of mine." Amy says.
'Huh?'
"Because you're the only other person I know who likes girls." Missy says awkwardly.
"Bull, there's gotta be an LGBT club at your school or something. Ask them." Amy replies.
"I can't." Missy says curtly.
"Why? They don't include furries or some shit?"
'Okay, that's just offensive!'
"My mom said some rather, controversial things in public once. In front of the school." She says slowly.
Damn, didn't know her family was that level of shitty.
At this point I go ahead and make my way to the living room. I turn invisible and stalk around the couch.
Only to notice Missy staring at me again.
'Damnit!'
I go ahead and just walk in front of the TV. And dispel the illusion.
Missy's eyes widen a bit and she gains a small blush, while Amy just cocks an eyebrow up.
"Well? How do I look?" I say and give a twirl.
"I, uh, you. Really uh." Missy says with a massive blush.
'How did I not see this before? It's adorable!' I think to myself at Missy's behavior.
"Like a character out of a Japanese cartoon." Amy says.
"They're called anime!" I shout back, glaring at her as I stomp my foot.
*RRRRrrrrmmmnn*
"Oh, that sounds like Mark!" I say excitedly
"Good, I can get out of here." Amy says and stands up from the couch.
"How are you going to get to the hospital?" I ask. "Vicky is still grounded, I'm spending the day with Missy. And Mark is watching us."
"I have a bus pass." She says offhandedly and goes for the door.
I rush over to the front of door, blocking her path. I then look up to her and activate my master power.
"Can't you stay? I know you know about me and Missy." I say and flick my ears. "I'd appreciate it if you could hang around."
She takes in a deep breath. Sighs. And shakes her head.
"I'm not the best person for relationship advice. And besides that, I'm already in costume and there are people who need my help." She says softly, and looks away from me.
"That's okay, I just want you here. It'd make me feel better." I say genuinely.
She sighs again. Puts her hands to face and groans.
Mark walks up and opens the door just behind me.
"Kitsu, no. I'll see you later and you can tell me all about your day and ask me questions then. But I'm needed at the hospital." She says and pushes past us.
"Amy, sweetie, I can give you a ride if you want." Mark offers.
Already out the door she shouts back.
"I'm good, at this point I'd rather take the bus." She says curtly.
"If your sure!" He shouts back.
She gives a thumbs up as she turns the corner on the sidewalk.
Mark closes the door and looks to us.
'Well, I tried.' I think to myself as I cut the power off before I forget.
"Alright. What do you girls want to do? We got more games and movies. And a few video games?" Mark suggests.
"Are there more horror movies?" Missy asks excitedly.
Turning to face her with a glare. She blushes and looks away. Though she doesn't lose the small grin on her face.
"No." I say sternly. "No horror."
I'm not doing that again. The Xenomorph was a color away from reminding me of Manniquin. And I was on the verge of crying anytime it was on screen.
"We have a few card games if you're interested?" Mark proposes.
"Do we have Mario Kart?" I suggest.
"We only have Xbox games." Mark informs before snapping his fingers in realization. "Also, before I forget! Kitsu, we're doing a question and answer panel at the mall on Monday at two for charity. We're using it as your debut for New Wave." He says.
I look up to him in confusion.
"When was this decided? And what charity?" I ask. "If it's something I don't agree with then I'm not going."
"It was in the works for about a week. And it's to raise funds for the damages the hospital sustained during the Merchants attack." He answers with a shrug.
"That's rather short notice, isn't it?" Missy adds.
"Apparently Sarah, Lady Photon, decided to try and handle logistics for once. Without telling Carol. And didn't double check the email she sent." He says with a sigh. "She thought she wrote the twenty first. Not the twelfth. Me and Carol only learned about it because Sarah had called during the drive a bit ago apologizing."
He goes over and grabs the remote before sitting down in the recliner.
"Can't that be rescheduled?" I ask. I don't mind going, I'm just curious to how these things work.
"The venue has already been booked. Me, Carol, Vicky, Sarah, Crystal, Eric, and you will be attending." He says as he turns the TV on.
I go ahead and sit on the couch next to Missy, putting a throw pillow behind my back. I then curl my tail around to rest in my lap. Mark puts on SpongeBob and we just watch in peace.
"Does that ever get uncomfortable?" Missy asks.
"Not really, just annoying when the pillow slips." I say with a shrug. I bring my tail up to hold it and enjoy its freshly groomed softness.
Missy squeals as I do so. Looking over to her, she has her hands covering her mouth. Her eyes creased up to show she's smiling.
"What?" I ask.
"I'm sorry. You're just so cute with the way you cuddle your tail!" She says and hugs me.
Blushing and suddenly feeling self conscious, I bring my tail up to hide the lower half of my face.
"Kitsu, can I talk to you?" Mark asks as he gets up. "In the kitchen?"
"Um, sure?" I say confused.
I follow him to the kitchen. He sits down and pulls out a chair next to him for me to sit in.
"Is everything ok? Wait! Don't tell me! You're getting rid of Vicky and replacing her with Crystal. You made a wise choice good sir." I say with a nod of my head.
"Kitsu, please sit." He says and I do as he asks. "We need to talk about your friend Missy."
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'What?'
"What about her?"
"I think she might have feelings for you. I just wanted you to know so that, you're not blindsided by anything." He says gently.
'MARK KNEW BEFORE ME?! Who else knew?! Carol? Vergil? Carlos?! The Delgatto lady?!' I think to myself. 'Though, I can have some fun with this.'
"I already know." I say simply.
He seems to relax a little but gains a questioning look.
"You do?"
"Of course! It'd be weird if my friend didn't like me." I say with a roll of my eyes.
He slouches a bit before groaning into his hands.
"No, Kitsu, she might have a-"
*Click*
"Hang on." I say and hold up a finger. "Missy! Vicky is out of the shower! You can get one now!" I shout across the house.
"Okay!"
I hear her walk towards the kitchen and peer her head in from the hall.
"Um, where are the towels?" She asks. "I forgot to bring one."
"In the hall closet across from my room." I say helpfully.
She walks back through the hall and to my room. Then walks back through the kitchen to the bathroom carrying her backpack and a towel. I hop off the chair and walk over to her. Hug her and give a quick peck on the cheek. Same as I did at the mall.
Is it weird that it feels different when I do it now than when I did it at the mall. Like, my chest is all light now. And I wanna do it again. I will admit, Missy is adorable when she blushes.
"Oh! Uh, I uh. You just um." She stutters before shutting down and speed walking to the bathroom.
I look to Mark who looks surprised and just stick my tongue out at him.
"Okay, I need an explanation." He says.
"She confessed last night and I said I'd go out with her." I say simply.
He sits there for a bit in thought before sighing.
"Okay then. Looks like I need to have a completely different talk with Missy." He says seriously.
"Huh?" I say dumbly.
"The obligatory shovel talk." He says and gets up, popping his back as he does so.
"What?! No! That's only for boyfriends!" I shout in protest.
He's going to scare her off! And embarrass me! I'll lose my first girlfriend before we even get a date!
'Huh, that'd be a new record.' I idly note.
He shakes his head and stretches his arms.
"Nope. It's for fathers to give to those dating their daughters. Just because you're my foster daughter doesn't discount you, and if I didn't just because Missy is a girl? Well that's just sexist." He says with a smirk.
'Stop saying the right things!' I scream at him in my head.
A small part of me wants to yell that he's not my father. But it's drowned out by the part that's happy he considers me a daughter.
"Missy? After you get done I need to talk to you!" Mark says in a sing song voice.
I rush him and hang off his arm. He is much stronger than he looks. That or I'm a lot lighter than I realize.
"NYOOooooo! You can't!"
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-The Rig, 10:30am-
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Sophia "Shadow Stalker" Hess POV
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I can't even tell how long I've been here. A few days at least.
And it's been bullshit!
No TV, no internet, all they gave me are few books. They're not even good ones. Just a few old ones they make you read in school, like The Giver and To Kill A Mockingbird.
As I'm thinking to myself, the door opens to reveal Miss Militia and the nerd.
"Fuck you want dipshit?" I ask.
He sighs, shakes his head and sits down at the table.
"I jus wanna help you Soph! Let me help! Right now I'm told you got two options. Probation with the Wards. Or Juvie. I wanna talk with you and see-"
I stop listening and focus on my nails. This is the third time he's come since I was arrested.
'Fucking, cheap shoting, teleporting brat.' I think angrily.
"Tell you what!" I cut him off and get up from my bed to walk over to the bars. "I'll agree to probation on one condition."
"Uh, I'm not sure that's something I can agree to." He says.
"I know, I'm talking to army bitch behind you."
She stiffens and furrows her brow, likely in agitation at the name.
"Alright, I'll hear it. But I promise nothing." She says, crossing her arms.
"The teleporting brat. I want a rematch. No cheap shots. No surprise attacks. A one on one." I say. "Win or lose, I'll take the probation. That's my condition."
She and Vergil look at me confused.
"Who?" She asks with a tilt of her head.
'Oh, so now they play dumb?'
"The one who caught me." I grit out.
"Kitsu?" Vergil says.
'The fuck kind of name is that?' I think to myself.
"Whatever, she's one of yours right? I want a rematch."
"Kitsu is a member of New Wave. She's a hero, but not with the PRT." MM says.
"Huh, well that makes more sense then. Knew one of your pansy kids couldn't take me." I shoot at them.
She grumbles a bit under her bandanna. But that's not my fault. Bitch can't handle the truth? Oh well.
"Alright! I'll let Director Pigot know. Then we can arrange a sparring match." She says. "Vergil, lets go. We've spent enough time here."
I watch them walk out and I go back to my bed.
"Hmph, so long as I get my gear back. The bitch won't stand a chance." I say to myself.
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-Dallon house, 10:45am-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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Having dried off, I unzip my backpack to get my clothes.
'Huh?' I think to myself as I see an unfamiliar black bundle at the top.
Taking it out, I feel my heart do little flips as I see it's the jacket Kitsu let me wear yesterday!
'She must have given it to me!' I think excitedly and hold it close and take a small sniff.
It still smells like her!
I throw it on and look in the mirror. And blush as I realize I'm still not wearing anything else. And a bit upset at the few scars on my stomach.
'Maybe Kitsu thinks scars are cool?' I think hopefully.
Taking it off I get dressed in my standard wear of a sundress. This one is blue. I put the jacket over it and return to the mirror.
I looks, okay. A tee and jeans would go better with this. I think. I'm not big into fashion. But Kitsu is! Maybe it's something she can teach me about it? It'd be something we can do together and I'm sure she'd enjoy it.
Satisfied with myself, I grab my bag and walk out of the bathroom.
I walk into the kitchen to see Mark wrestling Kitsu. She's currently on his head, holding one of his arms to his ear.
"You're going to embarrass me!" Kitsu whines.
"That's also a fathers job!" He argues back.
He uses his other arm to snake up and grab her side.
"Kitsu, I will tickle you." He say threateningly.
She freezes in place.
"You wouldn't dare." She says slowly.
He starts tickling her.
"Nyaah nyaaah nyoooooohohoho! Nooooo!" She says and lets go of his arm.
'Oh god her laugh is so adorable, I just can't, I just- AAAH!' I scream internally. 'Could I tickle her? Would she be upset with me? She doesn't seem too upset with Mark tickling her.'
He grabs both her sides and lifts her up to hold her out in front of him as she catches her breath.
"Evil, ha, people like you, ha, belong in the birdcage." She says between pants.
"And stubborn people like you should know when to quit." He says back.
"Never~" She says tiredly.
Her ears twitch, flicking towards me. She then looks in my direction and blushes.
"H, how much did you see?" She asks.
Mark looks over to me as well and smiles.
"Missy! We were just talking about you! Take seat, we need to chat." He says sweetly.
Kitsu turns to me, ears down and tail limp.
"I'm sorry Missy. I tried." Kitsu says in a defeated tone as Mark sets her down.
"Um, I'm, confused." I say, not knowing what's going on.
"That's alright, just take a seat." He says a he sits down.
I do as he says and prepare to use my power to stretch the distance between us and run away. Kitsu walks up, gives me a hug and sniffles a bit.
"I'll miss you." She says in a sad tone.
"What is this about?" I ask, seriously worried at this point.
Mark folds his hands in front of him and looks me dead in the eye.
"So, it has come to my attention that you are dating Kitsu." He says with a fake smile.
'Oh. That's what this is about.' I realize with dread.
"Well? Is this true?" He asks.
"Um, yes?" I say unsurely.
He loses his fake smile for a much more real frown.
"Yes? You don't sound too serious there." He says and leans back. "Why should I be okay with this if you're not serious about it?"
'Wait, does that make me the boyfriend here?' I wonder. 'Does that apply?'
"Well, I uh. I really like her a lot and wanna be with her!" I say resolutely. Puffing up my chest defiantly and trying not to look away from him.
"That's all well and good. But are you sure you can handle her? She's a serious responsibility." He says as he starts to smirk.
'Huh?'
"What?" Kitsu snaps from beside me.
"I can assure you, she's quite the handful." He says and puts a hand to count the fingers. "What with all the pizza she eats. All headaches she causes. She demands so many head scratches that I can guarantee you'll get carpal tunnel before you're my age. Oh, and if you ever beat her at game she'll claim you cheated."
"That's because you did cheat! How the heck! Does someone land on free parking three times in a row!?" Kitsu accuses. Slamming her hands on the table as she does so. Pushing herself up to lean forward.
"Not to mention she gets very loud." He continues.
"Is this it? You're just roasting me?" She asks incredulously.
"Course I'm not roasting you! With those dandelions you eat? You'd taste terrible." He says with a laugh and leans back.
"That was ONE time!" Kitsu defends.
"No, this is revenge for you playing dumb with me." He says and stands up. "Now who wants Chinese for lunch?"
"No! You do not get to embarrass me and just act like nothing happened!" Kitsu says.
I lean over and scratch her ears. She coos and melts against my hand.
'Her tail is doing the thing again!' I think excitedly.
She leans back off the table and hugs me. Nuzzling into my collar bone as I continue to scratch her ears.
*Ccht*
Looking up I see Mark smiling at us with his phone in hand. He then mutters something under his breath and Kitsus' ears perk back up.
"No!" She shouts and jumps across the table.
She swipes his phone and takes it from him. She looks at it with horror.
"Nooooo." She groans.
"Sorry, already sent." He says with a smirk as he takes it back. "Now scooch, off the table."
I am so confused right now.
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-Central Railyard, 12:02pm-
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Steve "The Mechanic" Pappagallo POV
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*Crash*
"Nothin that won't buff out." I say to myself.
Currently I'm riding in one of my personal vehicles through the few streets on the edge of the rail yard. Driving off a few PRT shitbags who thought they'd set up a foothold here.
*Crash*
I barrel my car through one of their armored cars. They may have some good equipment. But nothing beats a personal touch.
Two left, they're chasing me now.
This baby here I'm riding in didn't even need a whole lot of modifying to the frame and chassis. It's an Oldsmobile 442. Baby could drive though a convenience store and not take a dent.
"Ah, they just don't make'em like they used to." I say as shift the gear and prepare to turn.
Best security for a car? Get manual transmission. Old saying from my gramps.
Course I took it a bit further with this one.
Pressing a button next to the shift. I immediately turn around as my left tires drive forward and my right drive back. Hitting the button again I speed forward.
One of the vans swerve out of the way, while the other tries to call my bluff. The first one was smart.
"Let's test this out." I say and flip a switch on the dash.
There's a soft hum as the hood on the front extends and drops, exposing the secondary hood covering and making a ramp on the front as I drive. Just in time to catch the car coming my way. I quickly turn a nob next to the switch, the result being the hood turns as well. Making a lopsided ramp and flipping the PRT car.
*Crash*
"Ah, ya gotta do better than that!" I shout.
Checking the rearview I see the back doors pop off and a blue and red pair crawl out.
'Assault and Battery.' I realize.
"This oughta be good." I say a flip the car around again.
I recede the ramp and charge forward.
Battery glows and zips to the side, while Assault just crosses his arms and stands firm. He smirks and raise a hand, curling his index finger in a 'come here' motion.
"Alright! Come'n right to ya!" I shout to him.
As I reach him I hit another button on the dash. Overturning my suspension and popping it back. Causing my car to jump up and over him.
Only for the car to flip and barrel to the side. My vision shaking as I gather my barring's and switch the car to idle. The roll cage kept the car in shape.
Though I am now upside down.
Looking over I see Battery, now not glowing, walk over to my door. As she makes her way over, I grab the gas mask that's kept in the glove compartment. She stills for a moment once she reaches me, then glows and rips the door off.
'Damn bar locks didn't activate.' I think to myself in mild annoyance.
"Morning officer! How can I help you?" I say through the mask.
She takes a sniff and cringes.
"Are you drunk?" She asks incredulously.
Assault walks over and his face cringes in a similar manner.
"Damn, either that or he has an in car bar that's leaking." He quips.
"Ha! I wish I-"
*Crchk*
The bar locks shoot forwards, creating a gate between me and the two capes.
"Oh now you work?" I say in irritation.
"Alright buddy, joy rides over. We're taking you in." Battery says and glows as she rips the bars off and goes to grab me.
I lazily press a green button on the dash. As the exhaust kicks up to high gear, swapping to a separate tank. It spews out a green willowy smoke.
Battery finishes ripping the seat belts and notices the smoke filling the area.
"What is that? What did you do?!" she demands as she yanks me out of the car.
I laugh as the gas fills the area, and headbutt her the moment the glow fades.
"Agh!" I say as gain a bit of a headache.
She stumbles back as Assault catches her. I pull a small black device out of my pocket and hold it up. I press a button on the side and hold it up.
"Back off, dead mans switch. The gas filling the air's a diluted, high grade narcotic, nothin deadly." I drawl out. "But if you try n' rush me, I'll let go and boom! All the gas in its pure form. Strong enough to kill a couple'a elephants. Thank Scarecrow for it." I say with a nod of my head, the adrenaline of facing off against two capes sobering me up.
"Bullshit. You wouldn't dare!" Battery calls. "This is Merchant territory, you'd put your own people at risk!" She shouts, gaining a bit of sway to her stance.
'Any second now.' I think to myself as the gas fills the street.
"Yeah, but there aint no Merchant folk here. You lot saw to that. And if any stuck 'round after all the racket we caused? Well, they get a nice Darwin Award." I say.
She goes to say something, but seemingly forgets what she was about to say. And she stumbles a bit with Assault needing to catch her.
'There it is.'
"Whelp, that's my cue." I say and kick a panel beside my cars seat behind me. Activating the mechanized gyroscoptic weight system. Causing the car to rock side to side before rolling itself right-side up.
"Wait! What are, you going?" Assault says slowly.
I walk around and hop back in the drivers seat. Annoyed at the missing door.
"Yep, I'm leaving. My buzz is dead and I'm sure you lot know that this place under our control." I say and shift the gears. "Might wanna head out while you can!" I say over the engine.
I drive off. Taking my hand of the button of the device and, pressing another, I speak into it.
"Note to self, add retractable steel chords to doors to prevent door from being lost. And move gyroscope activator to be more accessible."
If the two were more sober, or given a closer look, they'd realize I was just holding a tape recorder.
Kinda disappointed they didn't call my bluff.
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-Medhal General hospital 1:13pm-
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Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
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I'm currently being escorted by two officers to a private room in the hospital. One meant to protect the identities of capes when bringing them here is faster than taking them to the Rig.
I'm escorted in and see Battery on the bed in a gown, eyes shut tight, groaning and panting. With Assault next to her holding her hand.
"Okay, what the hell happened?" I ask tiredly.
"Mechanic released some sort of gas from his car. I'm fine but Battery is having a bad reaction to it." He says worriedly.
I go ahead and stand next to her.
"Alright, do I have your permission to perform healing on you? Are you-"
"As her next of kin I give all permission necessary for medical attention." Assault says.
"Cool, now lets see if she can give permission herself." I say and continue. "Are you aware and capable of understanding all that entails and swear not to file suit against me or the hospital for action or inaction I may take to ensure your health?" I ask.
"Huh? Just, stop the spinning. Ethan? Are you there?" She asks, sounding more whiny than sick.
"Still here puppy. Is that enough for you?" He asks with a glare.
I roll my eyes and place a hand on her wrist.
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"Oh you've gotta be shitting me." I say, partly annoyed and partly amused.
"What? Is she gonna be okay?" Assault asks.
"Real quick. Take off the visor. It's relevant." I say.
He takes a second before doing so, and looking at his eyes I get the confirmation I need.
Bloodshot as all hell.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. So how often do you smoke?" I ask him.
"Uh, never. I don't smoke." He says confused.
I roll my eyes at his clear deflection. Or maybe he's being honest. Doesn't matter.
"Okay, oils, brownies, pinch hitters. None of the above ringing a bell?" I say sarcastically.
His eyes widen in realization and he picks up his helmet to view himself in the visor.
"Fuuuuck. Jamie, puppy, open your eyes for me?" he says and leans over.
"No. If I do I'll puke." She groans out.
"She's high off her ass. The only reason you aren't affected as bad is because you likely have a tolerance built up." I point out. "So, how often?"
It's not medically relevant. I'm just curious at this point.
"Does doctor patient confidentiality still apply? I can get in trouble if the PRT finds out." He says as he looks to me.
"Sure." I say and cross my arms.
"About twice a week. Edibles. Once on my day off, and sometimes after I have to report to Armsmaster at the end of the week." He says.
"He gets so cute when he's high. So cuddly and worried about everything. Just wants someone to hold" Battery says with a smile. "Don't tell the others. It's a secret!" She whispers the last part and laughs before groaning, she then rolls over and pukes onto the floor next to Assault.
"Well, you're fine. Just rest and let it wear off. I got a child with severe strep to get back to." I say as I turn to leave.
"Wait! Isn't there anything you can do?!" He asks.
"Not really, I can't do brains. The best I could do is purge the THC from her fat cells. All that would do is help her pass a drug screening." I say and leave.
'They only came here because I was here. If I wasn't they'd have gone straight to the Rig and found out what was wrong through a basic screening.' I think irritably.
At least that gave me a break from the rest of this place.
'Starting to think I should've taken Kitsu up on her offer. Carol was right. They have me on speed dial. Maybe I can take tomorrow off.' I think tiredly.
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-Dallon House, 3pm-
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Kitsu POV
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Overall, not much is different between today and yesterday. I'm just more aware of Missy's actions and behavior.
Like the fact that she keeps staring at my butt! Or my tail, I haven't figured out which.
It might be both.
We're currently watching the SpongeBob movie. And I'm just here, enjoying the movie. Missy? She keeps fidgeting in place next to me.
'It really isn't that different.' I think to myself. 'Just more cuddles and scratches, which is always a plus! I don't get what I was so nerv-
*Smooch*
My brain shuts off as I feel a pair of soft lips on my cheek. They're gone as soon as they appear. But they were there.
'Kitsu . EXE has stop working. Please standby.'
I slowly look over to the blushing Missy. Her knees are up against her chest and she's using the baggy sleeves of the jacket to hide her lower face.
"Um, I just thought since earlier. When you. On my cheek, that you wouldn't mind." She squeaks out.
I look away from her and stare at my feet.
"I mean, I don't. Just, a little more warning next time?" I say gingerly.
*Ccht*
Looking over to Mark I see him once again with his phone. Smiling at the image he just took.
"And send." He says softly.
My face flares as I see him smirk at me.
"Oh don't mind me. Just keeping Carol updated on what's happening around the house." He says non halantly as he waves his phone.
'[Conduit]? I desire death again. Please?' I beg.
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'I figured.'
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-Law firm, Downtown, 5:02pm-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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Stepping in the car and putting my bags on the floor, I look to Mark.
"Okay, talk. What's up with Kitsu and Missy?" I ask seriously.
He gains that damnable smirk as he starts driving.
"What? The pictures weren't helpful?" He says.
"Mark." I say seriously. "Five pictures with zero context is not enough. Talk."
I have a pretty damn good idea. But if being a lawyer has taught me anything, it's that assumptions tend to be wrong. And circumstantial evidence can only go so far.
"Turns out Missy confessed to Kitsu last night. By accident." He says with a laugh.
"How the hell does that happen?" I ask.
"Missy confessed to Kitsu when she thought she was asleep. Kitsu wasn't" He says jovially.
That honestly sounds like some romcom bs. But sure, I'll believe it for now.
"Okay, did you give them the ground rules?" I ask.
I have nothing against Missy, I just don't trust her. I literally met her yesterday.
His face freezes in the way I know means he didn't.
"Aaaahh, no?" He finally says. "I kinda got lost in the whole, embarrass Kitsu in front of her girlfriend role, so I may have forgot."
I role my eyes before suddenly remembering something.
"Wait, where are they? They're not home alone are they?" I ask seriously.
"BOO!"
Snapping around, I see Missy and Kitsu in the back seat. Kitsu in the middle, backpack on. And Missy next to her taking the window seat. Kitsu must have made her and Missy invisible because I swear they were not there before.
Kitsu is grinning widely as her tail tries to wag. And Missy is busy blushing and looking out the window, trying not to look at me.
"Gotcha!" Kitsu says excitedly.
"In my defense, she decided to do that the moment we pulled up." Mark says.
I glare at him before turning to the little gremlin.
"No. Next time you try something like that? You'll be grounded the same as Vicky is right now." I say sternly.
Her ears fall flat as her tail curls around her front.
"I'm sorry." She says quietly.
"Just don't do that again." I say turn my attention forward again. "Though, seeing that you're here. I get to set the ground rules for when you have your girlfriend over." I say with an evil smirk.
Kitsus' ears perm at that and she gains a small blush.
"Um, can we not? At least not with Missy here?" She asks shyly.
"Consider your embarrassment revenge for all the headaches you cause me." I say sternly.
In truth? I just enjoy embarrassing her. What parent doesn't enjoy embarrassing their kids? Even if they're not technically theirs.
"Rule one, when Missy is over your door stays open. Got it? At all times. The only exception is when one of you is in there and the other isn't." I start. "Rule two, no hanky-panky till you're at least seventeen. End of story. If you do? Pray I don't catch you."
"MOM!" Kitsu shouts and that gives me pause.
Looking in the rearview I see her stare at me with a mortified look. Before going wide eyed in realization and blushing. Ears down she looks away and holds her tail close.
"I, um, I didn't mean to-" She starts
"It's fine." I cut her off. "We can finish the rest later."
Poor Missy just looks confused and uncomfortable.
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Bonus
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Cletus "Carnage" Kassidy POV
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Humming the tune to Sweet Caroline as I make my way through the warehouse. Several of these common guys run as I walk by. A few of the more strung out ones don't. And I mentally play a game of eeny meeny mieny mo with them.
I reach toe as I walked past a guy smoking a joint. A quick swish of a tendril and I hear his head fall to the floor as I walk past. His body sliding down the crate he was leaning against.
"If he hollers let him go." I say as I walk past.
I reach the office of the warehouse. Well, the scaffolding that is. I'm still fifteen feet under a window. But that's of little matter to me.
I jump up and form claws to dig into the metal of the rooms outer walls. Opening the window I peer in and see the whole gang. The important ones that is.
Permafrost is sweating at the table next to Scarecrow, no doubt suffering withdraw, she's in her tattered and stained winter coat. Three seats from her on the other side is The Mechanic, feet kicked up and downing a bottle, he's in a stained wifebeater, brown leather jacket and jeans. Snowflame is directly across from them in a red undershirt, a white domino mask and tight red pants. The head honcho himself is there at the head. Wearing a beige, stitched trench coat with a pointed hat over his ww2 German gas mask, modified to have two filters. The lenses obscuring his eyes.
And of course Mush is there closest to me.
"Well~ looks like we got the whole gang eh? So what's tha plan hmm? We gonna pose for an album cover?" I say with a grin from my position in the window.
"Couldna used tha fuckin door?" Steve slurs.
"Mechanic, please. Carnage, why don't you take a seat? We have much to discuss." The raspy voice of the leader says.
I shrug and hop down. Avoiding Mush as he picks his nose.
I take a seat next to Steve.
"Fuckin course." He mutters to himself.
"Good, now that we're all here. Let's recap. Mush has kept the boat graveyard secure. Snowflame has taken over our drug chain in my absence as I stepped up after Skidmarks, unfortunate death at the hands of Kitsu. And Mechanic has kept our territory secure, modifying cars and even charging into fights himself when capes show up. Permafrost has kept the men in line and Carnage has been busy taking out key members of opposition. It is safe to say our hold on our territory is secured." He finishes.
I don't really care. I'm just here because he told me he'd have something good for me.
"Now, it's time to expand. We need to show the city that we are a force in this city. Not just a collective of junkies and hobos." He says and stands up.
"I propose a triple sided operation. One team will act as a distraction, while the other takes a certain objective. And the third part is taking out a member of the opposition. Carnage, I promised you something good. And I know you like a challenge. Your target, is Manpower. Think you can handle it?" He says and pulls out a photo from his pocket.
'Ooooo~ a cape!'
"Joey." I say as I take the picture and shift fully to my blood suit. "You KnOw JuST hoW to MaKE Me feEL aPPrecIaTeD."
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A/N
One of the reasons Carol distrusts Amy so much is because she looks like her father, so she would notice and like changes to Amy's appearance.
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Batteries bad trip with Narcotics is based on a bad trip with weed I had a few months ago. My sister gave me some weed from Colorado and a pinch hitter, she warned me it was strong and to take it slow.
I didn't listen.
I was writhing in my bed unable to open my eyes. It was like. "Go outside, hold onto the grass and stare at the moon because it's the only thing that aint spinning!"
I threw up twice.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB
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Akiralator: Does Kitsu have a Manton Limit with her illusions?
Newb: No, she does not. It's how she killed Bitch in one of Coils's timelines. Kitsu just popped a thin wall right in the middle of her and her dogs and then dispelled it immediately. If it was an invisible blade or dagger, there would still be some indication that something sliced through in a direction.
Akiraltor: Do you take story ideas for any future story's Because if, I would like to recommend: .I don't want this kind of hero.
Newb: I'll have to check it out if I remember. My short term memory is shit.
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FOR KITSU
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Akiralator: You gain the power to transform into Kurama with all his powers and abilities, what would you do?
Kitsu: Nothing. I would never use it, I don't need to give the PRT ammunition against me and The Fallen? Not dealing with those zealots. I have no doubt that if ended up an Endbringer sized monster with Endbringer like powers that there would be a sect dedicated to me.
Though being worshiped does sound rather nice.
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Akiralator: What would you do if pizza nev-
Kitsu: NO! Don't you DARE, finish that sentence!
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Akiralator: What do you think of cats?
Kitsu: Meh, I got nothing against them. Foxes are just a combination of dog hardware and cat software. Though I will say we do it better.
Oh god I just thought of cat girl Missy! -*_*-
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Akiralator: Favorite flavor of ice cream? Mine's citrus.
Kitsu: Neapolitan, and that's a flavor?
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RadChaos897: Would you give yourself more fox tail? Nine specifically, through biokinesis or illusions. I'm sure Missy would appreciate it.
Kitsu: No. Do you know how much WORK my tail is? Don't get me wrong, I love it and take pride in its appearance and texture. But it takes me the better half of an hour to groom just ONE! I would maybe do two or three tails. MAYBE.
But, if it's for Missy, I'unno. Maybe for her birthday?
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RadChaos897: Can you absorb other forms of energy? Like Radiation, Gravitational, ect. You could clear up Chernobyl for energy and hero points eh?
Kitsu: I can absorb ALL forms of energy that are above a certain strength. Gravitational is the only exception. And It's one of the reasons the PRT want my fluffy tail so bad. That fight with Behemoth was the only time the area wasn't left
NEWB: and Chernobyl isn't a thing here. It was activated but it never went critical. Something to do with a difference in the manufacturers of the cooling rods or something. It was shut down in the late nineties after concerns of what would happen if Behemoth rocked up and wrecked the place.
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RadChaos897: What is love?~
Kitsu: Baby don't hurt me~ Don't hurt me~ No mo~