A/N From Silly to Serious
Alt title: Very serious
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A bit of a silly slice of life mixed with the plot.
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Saw the Avatar Netflix series!
Newb Review: It's not, bad. The casting, choreograph, story and scene direction are good. Everything is beautiful. Casting, again, perfect.
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They toned Sokka's character down, he no longer has his character growth of getting over his sexism because here he isn't sexist.
Sokka's sexism was so important to his character. It's there because he grew up in an archaic tribal setting. One where his dad left for war when he was young, his mother died when he was even younger. And he was the only "Man" in the village.
It left him with an exaggerated, inaccurate view of society and gender roles. Tying his view of masculinity to that of leadership and machoism. It's only when Suki humbles the sexist out of him, that he sees his view was, not the best. And he changes, of his own accord. That's what makes his character so great. He's not above admitting to being wrong. Something that, a lot of people could benefit from learning.
Aang isn't childish, playful, and free spirited. He accepts his role as Avatar almost immediately at the end of episode 1.
Which he does at the end of season 1. Season one Aang is him desperately trying to not be the Avatar and just be a kid. He's in denial. It's only when he sees how bad the world has gotten, and the full siege and murder of the moon spirit is what pushes him to accept that he is the Avatar and that the world needs him.
Season two is Aang struggling with that. Yes he's accepted that he's the Avatar, but that is a heavy burden and he has yet to fully come to terms with that. He's learning. And there are serious growing pains. He's stepping up. But it's still clear that he doesn't want to.
Season 3 is Aang stepping fully into the role. He's accepted the burden, for better or for worse. Season 3 is Aang finding balance in himself. To balance his own values, with that of the duties placed on him.
The rest is pretty good.
We even get to learn what happened with the infamous 41st Division. Despite them being referenced several times and being part of the whole reason Zuko was banished. We never actually learn what happened to them in the main series.
Definitely a would recommend. Just don't expect it to be a 1 to 1 recreation.
Rant review over! 8/10
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Kaykaykaykayan: The cutest.
Grimnosh: Pain and desperation can make someone make some irrational decisions. Especially since Coil was using that as a throwaway. Lisa's power would have told her he would do anything to her and Reiko, while also telling her that just telling him would get him to stop. Just not how. In this case, it was closing the timeline.
Rampage, interesting choice of words. :)
DancingLeaf: I may not like writing those scenes, but you can't have good without bad. Kitsu scenes are almost always good, because she chooses to focus on the good. She's embodying her namesake. Kitsu, it can mean Joy and Hope.
And it was only a matter of time before the local gangs got tired of waiting around, waiting for Kitsu to leave. Hell, they even let her target a few of their members without retaliating. Too afraid of her fighting back harder.
They're getting less patient.
YeTianshi: They can fix the hearing issue. But it would require messing with Kitsu's Corona Gemma. And [Conduit] had different sensibilities than a normal person. They see the impressive range of hearing as an asset. And as such haven't thought to change it or even mention changing it. And Kitsu has lived with it for so long, she never thought to change it. That and she's a little dumb. Remember, it took someone reminding her that fireflies exist, for her to discover bioluminescence. She was looking for jellyfish or cave moss before that. She has a tendency to skip over the obvious answers.
The toggling of her ears would be insanely difficult for her, or [Conduit] to pull off.
Gogmazios: You're welcome!
RadChaos897: Better.
Why not just train your clones to laugh in sinc with you?
Things are definitely ramping up. And fun fact! God's Hand is a reference to the FMA's religious themes.
I might do rotating perspectives. It's great at conveying the chaos of a situation. And I'm gonna start using other people's perspective whenever Kitsu uses her illusions. Just to show how she messes with people.
Also no, I have yet to mention Dinah.
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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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-Sunday, July 25th, Dallon House, 11:22am-
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Kitsu POV
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"Huh?" I ask.
"He wants your help, fixing his girlfriend." Amy repeats.
"And you can't?" I ask.
"She's in, Asylum, East." Amy says. "That's a two day trip to, and another two back. That's a day round trip for you. And he says you know her."
"What's her name?" I ask.
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"Sveta." Amy says.
"Nope! Send him out." I say.
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"He says you might know her as, G-String Girl?" Amy says tiredly. "Do I want to know?"
Wait, they're real!?
"Oh! I do know them!" I say excitedly. "Is that Weld?"
We're PenPals on PHO. She's funny! Though, I didn't think she was real. She claimed to be a Case 53, but refused to prove it. Did mention a boyfriend named Weld a few times. Who I do recognize. One of the Boston Wards, about to graduate in a year or two actually.
"Depends, is Weld a teenage metal detecting nightmare?" Amy asks.
I was prepared for her to turn out to be some he. At which point they'd be blocked and I'd forget ALL about them!
"Be nicer PanPan!" I scold. "He's a good boy!"
"Fuck off!" She yells. "Can you get over here or not?"
"Um, still grounded." I say with a shrug. "You'll need to talk to Mom."
"Fuck I forgot about that." She says under her breath. "Later."
*Click*
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"What's up?" Missy asks.
"Just another Case Fifty Three." I say as I put my phone away. "Out of town call. Not the best of times y'know?"
"Gotcha." She says with a nod.
I turn back to the TV. Watching as-
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Me ears be a twitchin!
I turn around and look at Dad.
Dead asleep, softly snoring.
"Missy!" I hiss as I pat her, getting her attention.
"Hmm?" She intones as I point to the man passed out on the couch. "What? He's probably tired."
"Don't you get it?" I whisper.
"Um, no?" She says with a furrowed brow.
I blur out of the room. Rummage through the fridge, find what I'm looking for. And blur back.
With a devious smile, I hold up a can of whipped cream.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"Okay, you recording?" Kitsu asks as she stands over the sleeping form of Mr. Dallon.
Holding my phone up horizontally. I press record and give a thumbs up.
She deftly moves his hand out to the side. Spraying the whipped cream in his hand as she holds back a chuckle. Her cheeks puffing out adorably as she trembles in barely contained laughter.
After she's done with spraying the whipped cream all over his hand. She moves her hips to the side and angles her tail down. Tickling his nose with her tail.
'I mean, use the tool that you got.' I think to myself.
"Rrrm." Mr. Dallon groans.
Kitsu moves down. Partially hiding herself behind the arm of the couch. Only her head from the eyes up being visible.
"Rrm." Mr. Dallon groans as he swings his hand over.
*Splat*
And smacks the whipped cream into Kitsu's face. While using his other hand to scratch his nose.
I almost drop my phone as I struggle not to laugh.
"Nice try kiddo." He says as he gets up and stretches. "But you don't get a decade and a half of heroing experience and not be a light sleeper."
"You got whipped cream in my ears!" She cries as her ears quiver. "Aaaaahaha~ it's so goopy!"
Mr. Dallon just laughs as he stretches while Kitsu curls her fingers in disgust.
Yeah, this is going on PHO.
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-Monday July 26th, Dallon House, 8am-
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
My eyes shoot open at the repetitive noise.
"Who is it!?" I yell to the door.
"It's me!" I hear come from the enthusiastic voice of the house's youngest resident.
"Is it important?" I ask as I close my eyes.
"To me!" She says.
Cracking an eye open and looking at the clock on the end table next to my side of the bed, I see it's barely a little past eight.
An hour before I have to get up. Well, I don't have to be up. I set my own hours. But consistency is key in any field.
"Ugh, Mark, can you deal with it?" I ask.
"I want you!" Kitsu says.
"You heard the girl." Mark groans as he turns over.
"Ass." I say as I toss my blanket off.
I walk to my closet and throw on a pair of grey sweats and a loose blue tee. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I make my way to the door and open it to reveal the excited little girl. Ears perked and tail wagging up a storm.
She smiles and grabs my hand.
"Come on come on come on!" She repeats excitedly as she drags me through the house to her bioluminescent room.
She has a lot going on in here now. When I said she could do whatever so long as it didn't find its way out of her room. I underestimated just how much she'd do.
The carpet is moss. The bed has blue glowing algae in the seams of the wooded frame. Her dresser is a tree. There are flowers of all kinds in here. Oh, and half of everything glows.
She has a vine growing on her headboard that has little kiwi's. They taste, like chocolate. With Missy asleep under the covers on said bed.
But the item of interest?
The three foot tall tree in the middle of her room. In a pot of course. The tree looks like a plum or peach tree. Well, shaped like one. It has blue green leafs, and vines growing up it's trunk with small purple grapes growing on them. And mangoes growing from some of the leaves. And at the end of each branch is a purple banana.
The edges of the leaves glow pink. Because of course they do. Kitsu is almost incapable of making a plant that doesn't either, glow, smell good, look pretty, or some combination of the three.
Except the devil thorn. No wait, the tip of the thorns glow red.
"What the hell am I looking at?" I ask the girl.
"I'm sooooo glad you asked!" She says as she bounces on the balls of her heels. "You see I was looking up a few things because I was bored and found out that tree grafting is a thing from this online article written by a guy with the username RadChaos897! And so I wanted to do it! But, I didn't want to do any old tree graft, noooo, that's too easy! Any pleb with a chainsaw and some tape can graft trees of similar species. I want something unique! Big! Extravagant!"
I start timing her rant.
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Two minutes and forty three seconds.
"Okay, why are the bananas purple?" I ask. "Is this going to be another dandelion situation?"
"Ugh!" She groans as she throws her head back. "That was one time!"
"Lower your voice young lady." I say sternly.
"Sorry." She says quickly, before regaining her excitement. "Anyway! The bananas are real! Not modified in any way except to mold them to the plant. Purple bananas are just relatively rare. In fact, the only place that grows them in America, that I could find online, is a specialty farm in Miami."
"Then how the hell did you get some?" I ask, suddenly suspicious. "Last I checked you-"
I stop my exposition as she just points to the sleeping shaker in her bed.
"We were experimenting with her powers all night last night!" Kitsu says with a smile.
"So you snuck out?" I say as I cross my arms and look at her. "While grounded?"
"Nope!" She says simply. "We never left the room! Just, opened the window, brought a pocket of the sky down here, flipped it, stared down at the earth, and zoomed in on the location of the farm! And bought a bundle of bananas for twenty bucks from a very confused lady. Oh I wish I took a picture! But yeah, that's why Missy is so sleepy."
'Sure it has nothing to do with it being eight in the morning?' I say in my head sarcastically.
That, is a lot to unpack.
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Nope. Not awake enough for this.
"Kitsu." I say with a sigh as I massage the bridge of my nose. "Just, sometime later today, we're going to have a talk about this."
"I hope so!" She says with more smiles and tail wagging. "I mean, I grafted monocots and dicots! I'm awesome!"
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"Sure." I say and pat her head as I turn to leave.
The moss carpet is honestly kinda cool. Feels nice to walk on.
Not that Kitsu ever really takes her socks off. She's gone barefoot a few times. But not often. I think she just has sensitive feet.
Makes sense with how ticklish she is.
"Wait!" Kitsu says.
I turn around to face her. Only to met with the, admittedly, adorable sight of Kitsu on her tip toes trying to hand shove a purple banana at me.
"Fine." I say as I grab the thing and peel it. "If I break out in a rash or something then you're grounded for another week."
"If you do, it's because you have an allergy you never knew about." She says confidently.
I peel the purple banana.
God that's a weird sentence to think.
I take a bite.
"Ugh." I say with a grimace. "No, ew, ew, no. Here."
I hand her the banana. Much to her confusion and concern.
"What's wrong with it?" She asks softly before taking a bite. "It tashe like vanilla cushtard."
"I don't like vanilla." I say.
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-New Underside Hideout, 9am-
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Lisa "Tattletale" Wilbourn POV
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'Okay, let's see here.' I think to myself as I go through everything I know.
'I know Coil is Thomas Calvert. His disappearance and Coil's amped up paranoia are too well time to be coincidence.' I start off. 'And he won't leave his base.'
'Thomas Calvert is scared.' My power feeds me.
'He keeps calling me to random locations. Just to call me on my phone after I wait several hours.' I recall the five times in the last month he's done so. 'And asks me random, seemingly inconsequential things.'
'Thomas Calvert is hiding something. Thomas Calvert knows more than he lets on.' My power tells.
'I know that. But what does he know? And how can he know without being able to leave?' I ask.
'Thomas Calvert is using his power.' My power concludes.
'But what is his power! Why won't he leave his base!?' I ask frantically. 'What has him scared and acting so random!'
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Nothing? Not even speculation?
'More data needed to draw conclusion.' My power says.
'Okay, when did this behavior start? What major events happened around the start of this?' I try and coax.
'Rachel Lindt's suicide. PRT Shutdown drill.' It responds.
Yeah, those two events are also too close together to be coincidence.
'Rachel Lindt knew the identities and location of The Undersiders. Thomas Calvert has a known habit of acting out of paranoia, Lisa knows who is backing the Undersiders, Thomas Calvert ordered Rachel to be silenced.' My power continues.
'Okay? But if it was a hit, then the PRT would know someone powerful was targeting her, and therefore had a connection to us.' I point out.
'Rachel Lindt had many enemies, few allies, Undersiders have few enemies, no allies. PRT likely response wou-'
I cut the line before it goes into further speculation.
'Okay, Coil ordered a hit. And around that time, he stopped being able to leave his base. Why?' I ask.
'Rachel has one known powerful ally.' My power says simply.
Kitsu?
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Right, can't think about them in a direct sense. I need to think around them. Can't interpret their actions. I need to model the actions of those around them.
'How would Thomas Calvert be effected if others knew of what he did to Rachel?' I try.
'Thomas Calvert would die.' My power says simply.
Okay. No speculations. Which mean it's a definitive.
'How would he die?' I try.
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'Kitsu.' I realize.
She's a blindspot, yes. But her blindspot, isn't a blindspot!
But.
'How would Thomas Calvert know he was being targeted?' I ask.
'Access to a strong precognitive Thinker power would allow Thomas Calvert to piece together he was being targeted.' My power informs me.
Thinker? So he has a Thinker power? A precognitive one? But how does it operate? And Kitsu is a blindspot. She can't be seen. So how would-
'Does Thomas Calvert know who's targeting him?' I ask.
'Not likely.'
Okay then. Working on that assumption, then he would need to be able to see the conclusion but not the cause. At which point, his power would need to be able to tell him he's died. But if he can't see Kitsu in his modeling. Then he'd, how would he be able to tell he was being targeted without seeing or detecting the act!?
'Thomas Calvert cannot model his death.' My power says. 'Thomas Calvert can only model paths that lead to him staying alive the longest.'
'So his power offers multiple views, but those views cut out when he dies in them?' I piece together. 'Meaning he can only model what he would experience. And as such his knowledge is limited to what he himself could personally experience! And if he can't model a path that leads to his death, then he would know that path leads to his death!'
*Ring!*
I nearly jump out of my bed as I hear my phone go off.
Looking to my phone. I recognize the number as Coil's. Unlabeled and set to private.
Of course it's a different burner every time. But he is nothing if not meticulous.
"Hey boss, what's up?" I ask as I answer.
"Tattletale, I trust this is not an inconvenient time?" His fake ass bond villain dialect sounds out.
'Last direction was to a warehouse four days ago. Unlikely to do so for several more days as previous behavior indicates.'
"Not at all." I say as I sit up. "Whatcha need?Doubt you called me just to send me to another abandoned building again."
"Not quite as such." He says. "No, I have a job at the boat graveyard for your team tomorrow. Five grand per person up front. Fifty for the completion to split as you see fit."
"Damn." I say
Split it even Stevens and that's fifteen K a person. Not bad for a single job.
"Cool, what's the job?" I ask.
"I'll tell you when I have assurance that all of the Undersiders are on board."
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-Meanwhile, Argonia Coffee House, Boardwalk-
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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Checking my watch for the third time. I can't help but stay anxious.
This'll be the first date me and Fire have been on since I started my meds. And hopefully, the first one that doesn't end in a game of who can keep track of their clothes better.
It's weird that I'm going on a date with the intention of not getting laid. But, the good doc pointed out that me initiating our rounds of leg numbing sex. Might be setting the wrong tone.
I wanna keep Fire to myself. For as much his personality as his body. And ripping his pants off every time we're alone, sometimes literally, is not the, best way to form a long lasting relationship.
"Where is he?" I say out loud.
I'm in my cutest baggy sleeved floral blouse, designer jeans with floral embroidery. My lacy white heels.
'Please don't cancel.' I think anxiously.
Maybe I should call the doctor? Mention I'm feeling more anxious on the medicine? That was one of the listed side effects.
*Ring*
I grab my phone out of my purse to see it's Firebreather's new cell.
'Calling me five minutes late?' I think to myself. 'Isn't this how Aron's last relationship ended!?'
I stare at the phone. Too scared to answer as I fear it possibly being him cancelling.
'Calm down Crystal!' I yell at myself. 'Why would he cancel? You're hot, he likes you, he's nice. If he cancels, then it's nothing you did and ghosting will only make this worse!'
With that in mind. I answer.
"Yellow?" I say into the phone.
"Hey um, so I don't know how to say this." Fire starts.
'Oh fuck you, you dumb bitch!' I yell at myself.
"But um, I'm lost." He says. "I'm flying above the Boardwalk, but, I have no clue what I'm looking for."
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'Oh thank god, Crystal you are a dumb bitch.' I chastise myself for worrying.
Making a mental note to call the doc later. Assuming the anxiety and unnecessary worrying keeps up.
I look up to the sky, and sure enough, a little down the ways more towards the south ferry station, I see Firebreather circling around.
"Okay, stop circling." I instruct him. "Turn, other way, little more, stop. Go forward."
I wait as he flies closer and closer.
"Oh, I see you now." He says before hanging up and flying down before me. Causing nearby pedestrians to back up and away from him.
"Hey." I say with a smile. "Had me scared for a minute there. Thought something might've happened."
"Yeah, sorry." He says as he scratches the back of his head. "Still uh, learning my way around."
He's in his normal attire consisting of jeans and a green shirt. He refuses to wear shoes when he doesn't have to. The grip his feet give him being too important for his flight.
"That's fine. I should've been more specific outside of, the green nature themed coffee house on the boardwalk." I admit.
We stand there in awkward silence as neither of us have anything else to say.
"You um, you look beautiful." He tries.
"Thank you, do you, maybe wanna head in?" I ask, jutting a finger to the coffee house behind me.
"Um, sure!" He says with a small smile. "Lead the way!"
I smile and grab his arm. Squishing myself against him as I walk us in.
He stiffens, and looking up I can see his orange face darken a little.
I wonder what he's thinking?
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Firebreather POV
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Please don't let this be another experiment.
I heard a few coffee filter jokes and I do not want to find out what they mean.
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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Probably something silly.
We make our way in and get in line behind a few other couples.
I picked this place because they're doing a two for one couples special on all orders. So there's a lot of those. And looking in the reflection of the chrome coffee machines, I see another Case 53 couple follow in after us.
Ever since the gas cloud that happened a while ago, Case 53's have become a bit more common to see. Though most show very minor mutations. Like a little girl I saw at the mall. She was eating a cookie with shark teeth.
But this girl? I turn around to get a better look.
Covered in short, pink and yellow fur. Medium hair set in a side braid. Cat ears and a long fluffy tail. Not Kitsu fluffy, but more like long haired cat fluffy. Like that cat, Snowball, from Stuart Little. Wearing a black tee and plaid black and red skirt. Red shoes and black stockings. A choker with a bell on it to complete her look.
'I mean, work what you got.' I think at the cutesy kinda goth style.
She's with a girl who's a bit. Nondescript. Thin, square glasses, wavy black hair. Not much else to say. Baggy black hoodie, normal jeans, black sneakers.
'Classic introvert extrovert couple.' I think to myself.
She notices me staring and looks away as the pink girl waves.
Ooh! Her fur changes color! That's so cool! She has a few green polka dots as she gives a little wave.
I smile and wave back as I let Fire guide us forward through the line.
We eventually make our way to the counter where the current barista swaps out with another.
"Hi!" She says with a friendly smile. "What can I get for you two?"
"I'll have a large frozen caramel macchiato with added Italian sweet crème. Sugar free and with almond milk." I say. "And I'll have an added bacon egg and cheese breakfast strudel."
"Alright, and what about you sir?" She asks.
'At least I don't have to threaten anyone this time.' I think with a mental sigh of relief.
Last actual date we went on. As in the last date that didn't end halfway through because the anticipation was killing me. I had to threaten the staff at a restaurant to give Fire any service.
"Um." Fire says as he stares at the menu posted above the counter. "The, hot one?"
"He'll have a large hot house special." I say. "And a blueberry muffin."
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"So Gully ended up throwing Ben into a tree." Fire finishes.
"Is he alright?" I ask.
Turns out Ben is, a little arrogant.
"Yeah he's fine." Fire says as he finishes his muffin. "Just turned into a round, armadillo creature and shook it off."
Worse part is, is that he has the power to back it up. And it's starting to cause issues with the group.
He also keeps hitting on Pinky. Who is about four years older than him.
"Hopefully he'll calm down." I offer.
"Gully's been talking to Carol, since he idolizes Kitsu she thinks pitting them against each other will do, something." He says.
We get up and throw away our trash. Heading out for a midday walk on the boardwalk.
As we head out. I grab his arm and hold it to me as we walk out and along the railing of the beach. Not much of a beach really. There's so much litter that the city, rather than keep paying to clean it, paid to lower the land level of the beach and make the boardwalk a pier.
Not a popular choice. But, what are we going to do about it?
The ferry is on its midday voyage. Three voyages a day, from the south, main, station, to the north and back.
It actually has a few of Kitsu's plants growing on the hull. Modified vines of purple wisteria and Mari-something lily. They glow pink and soft blue respectively.
Which is weird because the lilies are orange. But, up close on the ship it makes them look purple and sea green at night. Really going for an enchanted forest vibe.
"Oh yeah." Fire says as we find an empty bench to finish our coffee's. "The ferry station has this thing where we can work for some extra spending money."
It's obvious he's trying to keep the conversation moving. And I appreciate that. I prefer an active partner.
Not like that!
Okay, yes like that too. But you know what I mean!
"How's that work?" I ask.
"Well, you know how there are several stalls and shacks here?" He says, referring to the boardwalk. "Well, the ferry station has those too. But they rotate out on who's there. One week there'll be a radio shack in the north C five block. Next there'll be a coffee lounge. We can put in hours to help speed up the transition."
"How does that work?" I ask. "Changing out every week?"
"The big stores don't." He says. "Just used that as an example. The bigger ones stay for a few months at a time as their deals allow. The smaller ones like the hotdog cart and bead jeweler swap out every few weeks. Longer stays pay the Ferry station more, shorter stays pay less. I don't know the full details."
"Huh, so you guy's work as part time movers?" I ask.
"Movers, janitors, hard labor." He says with a shrug. "Whatever the station needs and is available at the time."
"Huh, might look into that." I say as I finish my Frappe.
I lean over into him. Feeling him stiffen a little. I look up to see him blushing with wide eyes.
"You can, put your arm around me if you want." I suggest.
"Um, if, if you're okay with that." He says as he stretches an arm out.
I scoot closer to him, pressing our hips together.
"This, this isn't going to lead somewhere, further, is it?" He asks shyly.
I bite my lip at the idea. And I move my hand to his thigh. Watching the bulge in his jeans grow.
"I mean, If you want I won't say no." I offer.
Hey, I did good! It's not my fault if he's initiating!
'This is exactly what the therapist warned you about.' I remind myself. 'You're relationship becoming nothing but an excuse for sex.'
"I'd, rather just enjoy the scenery." He says awkwardly.
'Nevermind!' I think to myself. 'It's not too late!'
"That's perfectly fine with me." I say as I lean up and kiss his cheek.
The way he'll blush and get all shy on a date. Despite the fact that he's already seen me naked and has been inside me?
Fucking, adorable.
"You're, really warm." I say as I snuggle into his embrace. "You know that?"
"You've mentioned I'm hot a few times, so yes?" He answers.
I crane my neck up to look at his impassive stare.
"You're lucky you're cute." I say with a smile.
"Thank you?" He says in confusion.
I give a small laugh at his social awkwardness and adorkable behavior.
This is nice. I think, I might prefer this over the mind numbing sex I'm apparently addicted to.
Not gonna stop. Though, I might tone it down a notch or two. Maybe, once a week.
Now I just have to deal with the little fangirl that's been tailing us.
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Madison Clements POV
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"I'm telling you Tay, you might as well give up." I say to the girl stalking the other Case 53.
Leaning against the wall, watching as Taylor peers over the corner of the shack.
She's developed a real, crush, is the nice way of putting it. Ever since he saved her from drowning under a sheet of ice.
"She's getting up!" She says. "This is my chance! I just need to introduce myself right?"
"And you're not listening." I sigh.
Why is it that both of my friends are trying to get closer to two separate Case 53's, for different reasons. When I'm right, here!
Am I not cute enough? Am I too fluffy? Emma gives me scratches which, oh god yes! Best massage ever! But that's it. And now Taylor is trying to get with the dragon man!
Why!? I'm right, here!
NOTICE ME ALREADY!
"And what are you two doing?" I hear a girl ask next to me.
"My friend is just stalking a crush." I say.
"Who's that?" She asks.
"That Firebreather guy." I say. "But she just won't take the hint! That he's taken!"
I say as I direct the words towards said friend.
"I can still-" She turns to defend before stopping abruptly.
"Still what? Stare longingly as you watch him make out with another girl?" I point out.
"Yeah, I may have my vices, but I'm not into being watched." The girl says, kinda to herself?
Turning my head to get a look at the girl next to me.
Oh, shit.
"Um, weren't you just, you, but." Taylor says as she looks back and forth from the corner to the girl who was with Firebreather. "How did you move so fast!?"
She floats up off the ground a few inches before touching back down.
'That, makes a lot of sense actually.' I think to myself. 'She's a cape.'
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'Are we about to die?'
"Oh." Is all Taylor has to say.
"Crystal Pelham!" The girl says. "Nice to meet you! What do you really think you're doing?"
"Oh um, just, enjoying the boardwalk?" Taylor offers.
"With your girlfriend?" She asks.
'I wish.' I think to myself.
What? I'm a cute little neko girl! And I'm still single! What the fuck is up with that!?
"Just my friend." Taylor says immediately.
"Then what were you doing at the couples special?" She asks.
Taylor looks to me for help.
I smile sweetly and flip her off. You dug your own grave bitch! Lay in it.
I'm not salty over being ignored. You are!
"We, um, we were." Taylor stutters.
"How old are you?" She asks.
"Um, fifteen?" She says nervously.
"Hrmm, alright, I'm not one who's much for stalkers. But I'll let this slide." Crystal says. "You really oughtta go for someone else though. Trust me when I say it wouldn't work."
"Why not!?" Taylor asks defensively.
"Um, he's in a relationship, he's a cape with an open identity, I doubt you're his type, he doesn't even know you." Crystal starts counting on her fingers.
"Well, some of those can change!" Taylor says.
I sigh into my hand. Taylor has, a bit of a temper. She's normally great at hiding it. But being talked down to is one of her pet peeves.
"Not on my watch!" Crystal says with a smile. "Besides, even without all of that. I doubt you could handle him."
My fur turns purple with pink zigzags at the implications.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Taylor asks.
'Oh you sweet summer child.' I think to myself.
In response, Crystal holds up her fists. Her pointer fingers up, and slowly spreads them apart.
'Average.' I think to myself as I compare it to my, research. 'Above average, pornstar, you can stop now! What the fuck!?'
My eyes are wide at the distance of her fingers, and hurt a little just trying to think about it. It seems Taylor is starting to understand as well, if the wide eyes and blush are anything to go by.
"I'm trying to have a nice, relaxing day with my boyfriend." Crystal says. "Leave."
Gladly!
I take Taylor's hand and guide us away without another word.
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What is my life lately?
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-City Hall, 5pm-
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Hana "Miss Militia" POV
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Camera's on everyone. Stage set. Armsmaster pissed, but composed.
He starts off his speech as it was written. Though, it'd be hard for him to forget. I'm sure he has it on his helms HUD.
"I will put it bluntly." Armsmaster speaks into the mic. "I am here to announce that I am stepping down, as leader of the East Northeast PRT Cape Response, and as overseer of the East Northeast Wards."
The crowd roars to life at his declaration. Cameras flashing and people yelling. All forcing their voices to the forefront.
I never considered this would be how I got promoted. Him fucking up so hard it cost him his career. And nearly his freedom. With Kitsu's age, he was looking at a minimum sentence of forty years.
Had his plan worked. And Kitsu had gone villain or was mastered. Then maybe his actions would have been dismissed. But certainly not praised.
And he'd still lose the loyalty and trust of the Wards.
I always thought I'd be promoted when Collin died or decided to move. The first option always seemed more likely.
"I know this may come as a shock. I've been at the forefront of the PRT's capes here in Brockton Bay for nearly a decade and a half now." He continues. "Many of the younger people here have lived their entire lives to this point only knowing me as the leader here. And many more who are too young to remember a time I was not."
Now he's going off script and glory hogging.
"It may be jarring, to see me step down. But, I am not retiring in full, merely handing off my position to someone more qualified and, someone I believe will do better." He says monotonously. "I will still be here, to provide guidance, and to do as I have always done. And that is to protect and serve the people. I'm merely taking steps in preparing for the eventual future, where I am unable to do so, by ensuring there is someone to take after me."
Which is how he always talks. But to those who know him, we can all see how painful it was for him to force out those words.
"Damn, you could practically feel the frustration." Assault says.
"Stay professional." I remind him.
"So, without further delay, I'd like to announce my, replacement." He says as he holds a hand out to the side. "Miss Militia!"
Well, here we go.
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-Meanwhile, Dallon House-
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Kitsu POV
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"But I wanna be there in person!" I beg as I point at the TV.
"But you're grounded." Mom says back.
I turn to pout at the TV.
This is bullshit! I'm the reason he's suffering! I should get to see it first hand!
Wait, that makes me sound like the bad guy.
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-Meanwhile, Central Hideout of Fenrir's Chosen-
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Brad "Hookwolf" Meadows POV
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"So, tin man's steppin down?" I say to myself as I stare at the sand digger talking up a storm on the news.
That means there's going to be a good while before she gets used to her role. A good while of reorganization.
An opportunity. Ripe for the taking. And I know just what to do to stake my claim.
Got a couple of cats who've been getting too comfortable around here anyway. Need them to remember who the top dog is.
I smile in anticipation.
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-Meanwhile, The Towers-
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Edward Anders POV
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Opening the box, I smile at my latest deliveries.
Once I knew what to look for, it wasn't hard getting ahold of the bastards assets. Credit cards, business holdings, stocks. Shit like that.
Few bribes here and there and well, no one cares about a few, minor, details.
Opening up the package, I grin at my new arms. Plural.
One for day to day convenience. Biomechanical, straps and harnesses meant to use the mechanics of leverage, push and pull to move as needed.
The other? Schematics and a bunch of metals, plastics, the works. Meant for me to make a Myoelectric metallic arm for use in, riskier endeavors.
I'm mix of a thinker, shaker, and striker. I can analyze, deconstruct and then reconstruct any non organic material. My Manton Limit.
I get to work setting up the harness and putting it on.
"Stupid, piece of shit. Chaffing, bullshit." I grumble as I work on the damned thing.
"Almost, alllmmmoooossst!" I groan as I bite the strap and pull back.
This would be so much easier with both hands!
No. The irony is not lost on me.
*Bang*
"BROTHER!"
"Ahh!"
I fall out of my chair and lose my hold of the strap as Al bursts in. And because I didn't have it tightened all the way. It slipped off.
"Rrrrr, yes Al?" I ask in annoyance at my little brother.
"You need to see this!" He says as he runs to me with his phone.
I look at it, scanning the contents of-
'Oh no.' My eyes widen.
"Shit!" I say as I get up. "Get Kayden, now!"
"But, she's at work." Al says.
"And the other gangs are about to go apeshit out there!" I say. "You wanna be caught on the back foot of a four to five way war? I don't!"
Armsmaster just stepped down. A change in leadership? If I were a lieutenant of a gang looking to make my own group, I'd do it when the main threat to my rise is too busy learning the ropes. And while all eyes are on them, and not me.
The timetable for the impending power struggle just got shoved forward.
"What does caught on the back foot mean?" Al asks.
"Hell if I know." I shrug. "Not important! We-"
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Aster starts crying in the other room.
"Damnit Ed!" Theo yells. "I just put her down!
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-Wednesday, July 28th, Immaculata District, 11am-
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Kitsu POV
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"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring the squishier ones along?" I ask Aunt Sarah. "Any time I'm around here, Stormfront tends to take it personally."
"Crystal is a faster mover, Firebreather is insanely resilient, and Assault is too versatile to leave behind." She says. "That and he's out PRT supervision for if we need to do anything, extra."
The plan was to have Armsmaster announce his retirement. Knowing the other gangs would jump at the opportunity and get careless as they scramble to make their moves. If it were anyone else taking the mantle of leadership, it'd work. Learning all the ropes of a job takes time. But, one of Miss Militia's powers that isn't publicly known is her perfect memory. She already knows how to do the job in full. It was just a matter of paperwork.
So, we're pushing into the heavy E88 territories, hoping to find and catch them off guard.
We're part of group four. We're making rounds around the Immaculata district. It's really close to the industrial district, and is just the school grounds around the private school. We're trying to ease our way into Stormfront's territory. That and several people have started to go missing around this area.
Stormfront is the most radical of the three lieutenants. Who we're expecting to break off. She's not the most violent, or the most powerful. No, most powerful goes to Purity. In her breaker state, no one can catch her, and little can hurt her. Violent goes to Hookwolf. He has a complete disregard for life and a love for violence. Stormfront? She goes out of her way to target minorities and 'set examples'. Her favorite being the black community. Which brings us back to the disappearances. Fifty people missing. Only two were white.
In her sphere, brutalizing a minority got you far. And with the expected power struggle, yeah we thinks there be shenanigans of the racist kind.
"If you say so." I relent. "Why am I here again? She uses electricity. In case you forgot, static is bad for my hair."
"You have other strengths." She says reassuringly. "Your resilience and natural charm are a great asset."
"Aww, stop!" I say with a giggle. "You'll make me blush!"
The rest of the patrol around the area is rather, uneventful. Immaculata is just a school campus with a bunch of open land for sports and other junk. The main building itself is of modern design. Geometrical white brickwork and as the name suggests, immaculate appearance. All if which is gated off and inaccessible by the white bricked wall surrounding the school.
We're just here to make sure there's nothing suspicious.
There's not. At least none that I've found.
This is boring, and I am bored.
We're not even allowed on the main campus. We couldn't get a search warrant because there's apparently a lot that goes into getting that. And without probable cause we-
Wait.
Deciding to alleviate my boredom and see what the inside of a private school looks like. I illusion the most basic E88 mook, right at the entrance of the school as we make our way to pass by the front gate.
"Hey look!" I say as I point to the illusioned guy walking into the school. "Probable cause!"
They're all just staring at me. Firebreather even touches down and raises a brow at me.
"What?" I ask.
"We all saw you do that ya dingus." Crystal says.
"What the shit!?" A voice from the school.
"Stranger!" Another calls. "He walked right through the door!"
I drop the illusion in surprise.
*Bang* *Bang*
I flinch a little at the sound of gun shots.
I had no clue they were in there. Just an awesome little coinkidink
"Okay, seriously?" Sarah says. "The person was one thing. But faking gun shots can cause serious-"
"That wasn't me." I say.
They probably didn't hear the people talking.
"If you're lying and we go in there, just to find nothing?" Sarah says. "I will call Carol."
"Okay." I shrug.
My neck is starting to cramp at having to look up at everyone. CanI even get cramps? My body is impervious to injury.
Oh well, maybe I can work the crick out of my neck by beating the crap out of some nazis.
That's always fun.
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George Remy POV
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"What the fuck was that?" Alex asks.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" I ask.
If that was a stranger, we are so fucked. We have two jobs here. One, maintain the school until the students come back.
Two, don't attract suspicion.
Damnit! Krieg's gonna have our heads!
"You know you really shouldn't swear." I hear behind me.
Turning around, I aim my gun at the sound.
"My mommy also says you shouldn't touch guns." The little girl says.
Blonde, blue eyed, Aryan. In a school uniform.
"Oh!" I say as I put my gun back in my pants behind me. "Sorry about that! I'm just uh, security!"
"For an empty school?" She asks.
"Well, some people might try and break in." I say as I crouch down to meet her at eye level. "Speaking of, school's closed. What are you doing here? Where's your mommy?"
"Why would a guard have a gun and not a holster?" She asks. "And why would a guard wear janitor's clothes?"
"Because, I'm undercover!" I think quickly. "If bad guys don't know I'm a good guy, they won't see me coming!"
She cocks her head to the side as she stares at me. Blinking a few times as she says nothing.
'Fuck it.' I think to myself as I stand up. 'This is going nowhere.'
"Alex, get your car ready we-" I freeze as I turn to the unconscious man slumped against the wall.
"Yeah, there's enough inconsistencies with that to warrant probable cause." The little girl says.
Swinging back around, I'm met with the softly smiling girl. Only, her hair is a tone darker, more, strawberry blonde than pure blonde. Her eyes are a little greener. With cat like slits instead of normal pupils. Her uniform is now a strapless, sleeveless top with a red chest and black stomach. Red tiara headband in front of large fox ears. And a large fox tail swaying behind her.
"Nice to see you figured it out." She says as she gives a fanged grin.
Fuck.
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Kitsu POV
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I stare at the now unconscious second guard. Super speed and illusions are busted.
Especially when I can activate my love me power with eye contact to throw someone's immediate suspicions off. It's like a janky version of the friends cantrip. That doesn't let the affected know they're affected when it ends.
"That is enough to warrant probable cause right?" I ask Sarah as she searches the fake janitor.
"It is, though next time?" she says as she grabs a set of keys. "Don't knock out one of them before you get that confirmation."
"Mrm." I shrug.
Me and Sarah are fast. And unlike Fire, Crystal and Assault. Can move quietly. Assault's armor is too noisy, Fire's wings flap, and Crystal is just a reckless flier when it comes to tight spaces.
People need to learn to start locking second story windows.
"Oh, I should also mention there's weird noises and bad smells coming from the basement." I say as Sarah goes and unlocks the office next to the entrance.
"What kind?" she asks as she presses a few things and the front doors unlock with a clack.
"A lot of clinking and scraping of metal. Blood, sweat, pee." I say as I walk forward and open the doors. "You're all good!"
Firebreather jumps over the gate as Crystal tosses Assault up and over before flying over it herself.
They all make it inside before I let go of the door. Locking itself back up as the doors clack shut.
"No escape." I say dramatically as I crouch slightly. "Our entrance is blocked off."
"It's a metal door." Crystal says. "All of us are capable of busting it down."
"We have no choice but to continue." I say as I ninja leap forward.
"Windows are just glass." Sarah says as she steps out of the office.
"To the bowels!" I declare, pointing in the direction of the sound and scents. "In search of an exit to this dastardly place!"
"Weren't the second story windows unlocked?" Fire asks.
"I think she's doing a bit." Crystal says as they all follow.
"She's leading us to some weird noises she's hearing." Sarah says.
"Onward my sidekick!" Assault says as he jumps forward to sneak along side me. "Into the-"
"You ruined it." I say as I drop all dramatics and walk forward towards the stairs.
~Blood, sweat, tears, cloth, urine, feces
That's what I smell. My sense of smell is getting stronger. Not that I smell more. But it's getting easier to distinguish and track smells.
Oh, and for once Fire and Crystal don't smell like a whore house consisting of only two people. So that's nice.
The smells coming from down the stairs are pungent. And walking down said stairs, we're met with a steel door that reads Maintenance only.
"Looks like a normal maintenance door." Assault says. "You sure you know where we're going?"
I ignore him as I punch the door off its hinges.
"And now we can add property damage to the list of things being taken out of my paycheck." He sighs under his breath. "So much for PRT supervision."
"You expect me to believe you didn't already have that?" I ask as I turn to look at the group.
"You sound like my wife." He says, and I imagine he's rolling his eyes.
"Battery that much of a ballbuster?" I tease as I turn to walk down the grey cooridor.
"She's not my wife." He says.
'Right.' I remember as I walk along the hall, following the scent and sounds as I turn to a door labeled, Backup Storage. 'He and Battery keep a tight lid on their private lives. Also, why is there a backup storage? Is that a thing?'
"Ugh, what is that smell?" Crystal asks. "Who shit themselves?"
"Assault." I say as I grab the doorknob and crunch it. Letting the metal bits click clack on the ground as I push the door open.
"Hey!"
The door opens to a wide room with wooden crates and a single desk at the adjacent wall of the room. The crates have holes in them at the top and are all labeled as Gardening Tools, Field Tools, Spare Parts, and Specialty.
"Ugh, it reeks in here." Assault says. "It looks so clean though."
"Who, who's there!?" We all hear from one of the crates labeled Field Tools.
"Jerome! They said not to talk." Another hisses. "You saw what they did to Anne."
"Oh, oh please no." Fire says as he runs past us and rips the wooden crates apart.
Revealing the scared, naked, collared and chained people of color inside. Behind steel bars.
"Oh my god!" Crystal exclaims.
"You! You're New Wave!" Jerome says. "You're heroes! Please! Get us out of here!"
"Heroes!?"
"They're here?!"
"We're saved!"
"Oh thank god!"
"Please! My little girl! She needs a doctor!"
Voices of all kinds ring throughout the room as Sarah flies over to the desk.
"PRT Console, this is Assault, calling in a code Adam level 5." Assault starts saying into his comms. "It looks like we might've found a possible traffic ring."
Meanwhile, Fire is tearing through the bars. He's pissed. So much so that fire is starting to flare off of his shoulders.
"It's worse than that." Sarah says. "These papers, it, it looks like Stormfront is trying to reestablish the slave trade! She already has buyers in Canada, The West Coast, The South, Eastern Europe, this is only one of the stockpiles."
"Huh." Is all I can say as Crystal gets to work helping Firebreather.
I decide to cut everything short and cloud of glass daggers the crates. Saving them the time as I walk up to the desk where Aunt Sarah is looking through the papers.
Something tells me I'm not gonna be bored for much longer.
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Bonus
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Good Ending
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The added charges
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Silvia "Enter" POV
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Blindfolded and tied to a chair.
Not how I imagined tonight going. But that's fine, I'm good at improv.
"So, you big strong men wanna tell a little girl what you're gonna do with her?" I say teasingly as I start charging up.
"None of your business." One of them says.
"Au contraire my stinky fellow." I counter. "It's entirely my business, seeing as it has to do with, ME."
~Southeast of marker~
My power gives me a single marker, a sort of, compass, with the marker being north. And charging gives me access to that compass, the longer I charge, the more accurate it gets.
They're not talking.
"Can you at least tell me why I'm blindfolded?" I ask. "I didn't sign up for any roleplay or BDSM so I'd like assurance that this isn't what this is. Please?"
"Rule one of containing teleporters." One of them says. "Obstruct the eyes."
~Ten miles, lowered elevation~
'Okay, North Warehouse district.' I think to myself.
"That's all well and good." I say. "You did your research. Best thing for a blink mover is to obstruct their vision."
Just a little more.
"But, you didn't do enough research." I say. "My partner is going have a field day tearing this place down."
"Break has no clue where you are girly." He says.
"Well, he doesn't." I concede as my power slowly filters me the longitude and latitude. "Yet."
"Shit!" Another shouts. "She's got a tracker!"
"Wrong!"
"She's fucking with us." The first guy says. "Stop talking to her."
"Wrong again." I say as I feel my power stretch out. "The part where you didn't do enough research, is that my dad is an Ex-con who specialized in busting people out. Though I don't blame you for not knowing that. But! Here is the big one, the one you really messed up on?"
Almost!
"I'm not a blink mover." I say and pop out of there.
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And pop into Dad's car, parked two miles west of the warehouse.
My power is a charging one like moms, but instead of giving me the super speed, super strength, and invincibility, it lets me teleport further the longer I charge. And the more I charge, the more I know about my surrounding's location. A lot better in combat than you'd think. One minute is one mile. So, a second gets me far. Though I do have an upper limit of twenty miles. So it's not like I can just sit still for a few hours and have access to the whole world.
"Got the location sweetie?" Dad asks as he puts the car in drive.
"North warehouse district." I say as I pull out my phone and put in the coordinates my power gave me. "Cali's warehouse on Ferris Drive."
"Have fun playing victim?" Max asks with a teasing grin.
"Can it powerade." I say.
Max has a kinetic power like Dad's. But whereas Dad redirects kinetic energy. Max has a bit of Moms power mixed in. While moving, he's invincible, and he gets stronger and faster the more he stays moving. So long as he isn't stopped, he can just keep going.
"No fighting." Mom says.
"They're just being kids." Dad says.
"Hey!" I say in offense. "I'm thirteen! In some cultures I'm already considered a woman!"
"Then you can start paying bills like one." Mom counters.
"However, to your credit that has no precedence on legality." I quickly add.
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"I blame you for their personalities." Mom says.
"Hey!" Max counters. "I have an Awesome personality."
"You named yourselves, Break, and Enter." Mom says.
"You and Dad named yourselves Assault and Battery." I point out.
"I had no choice in that!" Mom groans.
"It was just another sign we were meant to be together Puppy." Dad says with a laugh as Mom punches his shoulder.
"It's because of you that Amanda wants to be called Miss Demeanor when she gets her powers."
Me, Max and Dad start laughing.
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A/N PURPLE BANANAS ARE REAL! AND SO ARE BLUE BANANAS THAT TASTE LIKE ICE CREAM!
SPREAD THE WORD! THIS NEEDS TO BE PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE!
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The tree grafting idea goes to RadChaos897
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Credit for the twins goes to Casanova5424
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And yes. Tattletale went into speculation with her power. It's why she would later have Brian constantly act as a soundboard to stop her from doing so. Because she struggles to catch herself doing it, and can lead to wildly incorrect assumptions.
Tattletales power is basically a weird mix of deductive reasoning, and inductive reasoning.
She uses inductive reasoning. Building off of what she knows to be true, and drawing conclusions based on that. Adding pieces together to build an answer. Going from specific details, to general conclusion.
Like, two plus two, must equal four.
Deductive reasoning, is taking everything you know. And using that to reduce the possibilities by ruling out anything that conflicts with the knowledge you have. Going from general details, to a specific conclusion.
Like, two plus two, can't be anything but four.
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If Crystal seemed extra aggressive and blatant with Taylor, it's because a stalker was her trigger event. Someone recognized her in public and, it's never explicitly stated what they did, but it caused her to trigger.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
RadChaos897: Have you considered adding OC parahumans to your story?
Newb: Mechanic is an OC based on the Mad Max series. But I haven't made many more because I feel I have enough to keep track of.
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FOR KITSU!
DancingLeaf: Have you ever got any invitations for massive events or concerts from celebs/insanely rich people?
Kitsu: Not that I know of. Mom vets my mail ever since an "Adult" toy company wanted to use my likeness for, cosplay. Even then, unless I was a performer, I likely wouldn't go. Rich people are snobs.
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FOR ONE TIME ONLY!
GULLY
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RadChaos897: What were your first memories since waking up on Earth Bet? What were some of the first things you did with your powers when you discovered you have them?
Gully: I woke up in a forest. And I ended up using my powers to help me find my way to civilization. There's not much else to say. The PRT picked me up not long after.
RadChaos897: Since your primary power is manipulating earth, are there any kinds of earth you can't affect?
Gully: Sand is tricky. But not impossible. Just less stable and requires more concentration. Earth with high metal concentrations are the hardest to move and take more effort.
RadChaos897: Can you move and manipulate man-made forms of earth and stone, such as concrete? What about metals?
Gully: Yes. And no. I can move Asphalt, Concrete, and other such things. But metal is beyond me.
RadChaos897: What about your secondary power, [Earth Sense] as I dub it, how accurate is it and how far can you sense with it? Can you use it to sense things like raw metals and ore veins?
Gully: It's about fifty feet in range, and I can sense anything that's causing vibrations though the ground. So even if something isn't touching the ground directly, I can still get a sense of where it is. Just, not as accurately. And no, I can't sense ore veins. Just that there are pockets where the earth isn't there.
RadChaos897: Since you have enhanced strength due to your Case 53 mutations, how much can you lift? Have you tested how much your strength changed after Kitsu modified you to be more humanoid? What about your other attributes like speed and endurance?
Gully: I can lift nearly eighty pounds in one hand with ease. As for endurance and speed? No. I can't sweat because of how thick my skin is, so my body overheats too easily. My endurance is far below average, my speed? I can do decent bursts. But like I said, overheating.
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NEXT TIME!
NEIL!
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