A/N Break in's and Break out's
Alt title: Escape is today's special word kids!
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I am now cross posting on QQ!
But yeah. After this I'm slowing down considerably. Unless the muses hit hard.
That and crossposting onto QQ with their format is taking forever.
I'm needing to full on rewrite half of each chapter!
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Fun fact!
I keep getting people asking me what drugs I take to write so much!
Seeing as I've written 510k plus in under a year.
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In other news! I'm making a Gamer Gacha Fic about a snow elf princess in Skyrim. Who was sealed away to protect her from the invading Nords. And woke up at the start of the Skyrim campaign and now has a grudge on humanity.
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T4ndoris: No spoilers!
DancingLeaf: No, it's his time. He's fifteen, can hardly stand half the time, sleeps all when I'm here, barks at the door to my room when I'm not, when he's let into my room he barks at the window until I get home. He's lost control of his bladder. We can't take him to the vet because he's too snappy anymore. Can't get him groomed either, he's getting violent and erratic. And even on 250mg of trazadone he's barking and snapping.
And just the other day, he bit me when I was feeding him. Full on drew blood from me.
It's his time.
Thank you for your concern though.
Kaykaykaykayan: in the words of the orcs. Kitshu ish da cutesh.
Nullblaster: In their defense, they didn't know Kitsu was around.
Thehorsemanofpestilence: Hey! Me too! I'm high functioning.
CatFruit: Capes aren't known to make the wisest choices. And to their credit. As soon as Rune realized who was around. She tried to dip.
Redburndragon: Who knows? Maybe this was their plan all along?
Grimnosh: Yeah, I'm taking my time. Thank you though. I appreciate your concern.
It was 5 thieves and 5 vials though. Ha! Got you in an error this time!
Ultima-owner: some people, they just do be that dumb.
Bradleysteak: Noice! That is actually the second time someone's called this a hidden gem. Thanks!
RadChaos897: Is he mastered? Who knows?
Well, I do. But I ain't tellin!
Hope you get over your cold soon man. And, what the hell are you cooking?
I will say I'm putting this story, not on hiatus or on pause. But definitely slow down. At least until I get the rest of Kitsu uploaded to QQ.
Gogmazios: You are the 500th review! Congrats!
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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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-Saturday, July 31st, Central Hideout, 9am-
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Brad "Hookwolf" Meadows POV
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Pacing around my table. I struggle to keep myself calm as I look at the board.
"Down two capes." I grumble as I set my hands on the map. I store down at it. Boring holes into the material with my gaze. As though staring long enough will solve my problems.
'Viktor was useful.' I think to myself. 'A one man swiss army skill kit. But Othala, Othala was the real prize.'
Her ability to grant powers. However limited it is. Was going to be crucial to my plans. She was the ace in the hole I saving! Not to mention our healer! She was our cash cow! Gone!
"Rrrr!" I growl as my blood pumps faster. "Why the FUCK would Viktor fuck us over like this!"
I toss the table in my rage. Flipping it against the wall causing the pins and strings in the map to fly out and scatter. Ruining my war map. Not that a war map has much use without a board of generals. And I only have one left.
'It's all that damned fox's fault.' I think to myself as my blood boils.
If she had never shown up. Never went from roaming menace to New Wave house pet. Never decided to FUCK EVERYTHING UP!
I throw another chair.
"Boss." Cricket's voice synthesizer goes off.
I look to the door where said pit fighter, and only remaining cape under my command, stands. A concerned look on her face as her eyes scan the room. Taking in all the destruction.
"What?" I ask curtly as I straighten myself up.
Bringing the voice synthesizer back to her throat. She speaks again.
"Our informant in the PRT has come through." She says after a moment's pause. "We know the route the transport is going to take."
I calm down a bit at that. Though my blood still boils in my veins. A grin making its way to my face under my mask.
"Well then." I say, a hint of anticipation in my voice. "When do we suit up?"
"Soon." Cricket's synthetic voice rings out. "They want to extradite them quickly. To avoid another Undersiders situation."
I think on that. Though, something in my gut tells me that isn't right. If avoiding a break out is their goal. Why not wait? Do it when things calm down?
Or are they trying to slip this under my nose? Make me think the smart thing is to wait so that they can slip them under my nose.
Either way, I can't afford to wait and have them pass through my fingers.
"We have a date and time?" I ask.
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-Monday, August 2nd, PRT District, 1pm-
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Fuck this is risky.
Twelve blocks from city hall to the west. Central PRT territory, two blocks from their dispatch to the south. And passing a police station. This is the only part of the route that has the sort of traffic needed to force the heroes into holding back.
We got one shot, and we gotta make it count. Three relatively weak capes. But without them my faction is the first to go. Systematically pulled apart as we lose member after member. My own men are getting unruly, and I had to kill a few to get them out here.
This fails? I either escape and fade as my chosen lose all respect for me. Or I go out with a bang as the capes in blue chain me down like the wolf my people are named for.
"We got incoming." Cricket says next to me.
We're posted on a building across from the police station. Ducked under the ledge to avoid any camera views. Not the smartest placement. But it's all we've got.
"How sure are you?" I ask.
"Vehicle is much heavier than a normal vehicle, sound of the wheels tell it only has four. And the hollowness says it's not material transport." She relays her sonar.
You learn to not question things too much when working with capes. And I've worked with Cricket long enough to trust her.
"How far?" I ask, ready to shift at a moment's notice.
She holds up three fingers.
'Three blocks.' I think to myself. Still ready to shift at a moment's notice.
Two fingers.
The boys are all off to the sides. Hiding in the crowd as we await the transport. I don't really trust non capes. But they're good for what they're meant for.
One finger.
Meat shields. Here to take a hit and slow the cops down.
Fist.
"Let's do this!" I shout, hopping the ledge as I call on my hooks.
I feel them extend, swirling out of me as I hone in on the PRT Transport. Three vans, three chances.
People scatter as I touch the sidewalk with my clawed limbs. Now fully incased and charging.
"He who strikes first wins!" I roar as I charge the middle van. Flipping a Sedan and a Prius out of the way as I run. The alarms sounding as the crashing of metal fills my ears.
I bite into the roof of the middle car. Sinking my hooked fangs into it as hard as I can. Feeling the reinforced metal bend and bow.
So close!
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Melody "Cricket" Jurist POV
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'Shit shit shit shit shit!' I curse as I run down the stairwell of the building complex we were on.
Something's wrong. I tried to tell Brad, but he took off and my synthesizer isn't loud enough to carry my voice that far.
Of all the times to regret not letting O heal me. It had to be when we're busting her out. Assuming she's even in one of those trucks.
I make it to the bottom of the stairwell and sprint out past the civvies running in from the streets. Their looks of fear and recognition on seeing me, a pleasant delight as I bolt past and out the doors to the sidewalk.
I burst out of the doors to scene before me. Blood and gore already marring the sidewalk where Brad landed on a few pedestrians.
'I need to warn him!' I think frantically as I rush past the two bodies. 'There's a high pitched sound coming from the first van!'
I run, only to stop as my sonar says that the van's not in front of me.
'What?' I think as I look around.
There's Brad, ripping the roof off of the middle van. But.
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I unsheathe my kusarigama and swing it in a wide arch before me as I jump back and land on the air. My sonar telling me it's a parking block pole I'm on. But my eyes tell me I'm floating.
'Kitsu!'
I nearly vomit as the landscape around me twists and warps itself. Turning the fake imagery into a fucky Salvador Dali meets Vincent Van Gogh on acid.
I close my eyes and rely solely on my sonar. Trusting it to guide me as I rush forward.
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Kitsu POV
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"Want shome?" I ask Missy as hold out the bag of grapes.
"Sure." She shrugs as she takes a small vine.
We're sat on the steps of the police station watching the chaos unfold. We were in the second van, but ditched with the help of my illusions and Missy's space powers a few blocks down.
I was able to tell Cricket was nearby by the distinct feedback her synthesizer gives off when it's used. And from their it was a matter of using my illusions to absolutely mindfuck the two. Though my attention is split so I just have a panoramic bubble around Cricket's head. Messing with her vision and showing her something different from what's around her. I put it on her as soon as she stepped out of the building. And I put one on Hookwolf as soon as he jumped the ledge.
Meanwhile, me and Missy are invisible. From their view.
All three vans are empty of any prisoners. The PRT fed a known mole the fake info and came up with this plan. Basically to bait Hookwolf out and capture him. Allowing the other two factions to quickly take what little territory he's maintained. And it gives us an advantage as it lets us determine the battlefield.
Brockton Bay is at war. There's no denying that. The news has been covering it as fights have been breaking out all over the place. The little skirmish at the mall was a lucky break on our side. Rune, Othala, and Viktor didn't know I was at the mall, which is in Hookwolf's territory, so they went all out.
Enough exposition!
Miss Militia and Dauntless step out of the first van. Turning to the roided out metal mutt. Miss Militia calls in.
"This is Miss Militia, calling in a Class Five Crisis." I hear over Missy's comms.
"What's level five?" I ask.
"Law enforcement can help." She says placatingly as she tilts her head. "But this is a hero problem. Oh, and limited collateral is allowed."
As she says that, a fucking RPG slams into the side of Hookwolf's metal wolf head.
"Some?" I ask as I give her a flat stare.
"Yes." She says. "Some. She didn't do any more damage than was necessary. That was a low yield RPG."
I just stare at her as I think about that while Dauntless jumps onto Hookwolf. He's gotten faster since I last saw him. Though remembering how his power works, it's his boots granting him speed. And it's just the enhancement that has gotten better.
Still a badass power. Why didn't we get more of it from canon?
"Soooo, can I?" I start as I keep Cricket in my line of sight as she whips her chain scythes at Dauntless.
Only for Missy to flick a hand up and have the weapon fly up into the air.
"No." She says plainly as she eats another grape. "You're here in case things get worse."
"Boo!" I call out as I stick out my tongue at her. "Mllnn."
Only for her to put a grape on said tongue and force it in my mouth.
"That was cheap." I accuse as I swallow the grape.
She puts her hand on my head. Leaning into her as I expect my obligatory apology scratches. She turns my head back to the fighting.
"Stay focused." She says as she swipes her hand, causing the ground to move under Cricket as she steps. Her foot touching a spot that slides, forcing her into the splits with a crack coming from her.
Wait a minute! I recognize that move!
"Hey!" I say as I turn my view from the pit fighter currently nursing her hip. "That was from season two of Avatar! You've been watching it without me!"
Missy blushes as she just eats another grape.
"You can't prove anything." She says after a moment.
I go to say something, but I hear the truck being lifted. Turning my attention to the fighting, I see Hookwolf has gotten a little bit bigger and is now more werewolf than just a wolf. Going from nine feet at his shoulders while quadruped. To a story and a half biped. Oh. And he's ripped the back doors of the van off.
"Where are they!?" He roars as he shoves his hand into the back of the van.
Picking it up and wielding it like gauntlet. He swings it at Dauntless and Miss Militia. The former being sent flying as he raises his shield up to block. The later rolling out of the way.
Miss Militia goes to her radio as Hookwolf swings the armored van in our direction. I hop up, ready to catch the flying vehicle before it hits us. Preventing Missy from becoming a green and red pancake.
"Eep!" Missy squeaks as she throws her arms up.
The sidewalk in front of us curves up as the van smashes into it. Slowly going back down as Missy calms.
Or I can just sit here as I watch the wall melt back into a sidewalk. I turn to the blushing blonde currently curled into herself. A shit eating grin on my face as she looks away and tries to act like she didn't just squeak like she got jump scared.
"That was a cute sound you made." I tease as I suddenly find my vision going sideways.
"Are you okay!?" Missy franticly asks.
"Ow!" I say as I get up and look around.
Hearing the thunking and looking up the stairs at the tire making its way up the stairs. Before hitting the steps at an odd angle and bouncing back down. I catch it this time before it smacks me in the head. Again.
I forgot we're in an active fight zone. Should probably get Missy out of here.
"Hey red rover!" I shout to Hookwolf.
But not before I have some fun.
"Fetch!" I say and throw the tire.
Or what looks to be the tire. I made the tire invisible and the one he's swiping at is an illusion. He whiffs as the real tire hits his armored forms knee. Popping on the barbed surfaces and sending him tumbling.
"Holy crap." I say under my breath. "I actually hit what I was aiming for!"
I hear a sickening crack in the distance. Just past Hookwolf. And I lean over to see Cricket had gotten up and popped her hip back in place. Gritting her teeth as she starts running to side behind some cars.
"I'll be back." I say to Missy before I turn to her. "On second thought."
I scoop her up bridal style. Mentally noting to tease her over her squeaks later. I run over and jump to the roof of the police station and set her down.
"You stay here and do what you do best. Keep Hookwolf on his feet." I say before leaning up to give her a quick peck on the nose. "I have a bald bug to squash."
"Um, okay." She says through a blush.
"Love you!" I say and jump over the ledge to the fighting below as more capes arrive in the scene.
Looks like Aegis and Triumph have joined. With Aegis dive bomb sucker punching Hookwolf with his whole body. Dazing the metal giant as I sneak past. Ducking past cars and zipping around.
I don't need to do this. But it's fun! I get to be all sneaky! Crouching behind cars as the others have a boss fight. I have my own target. And she's making it too easy for me. The soft jingling sound of her chained hand scythes giving away her positions.
I get ready to jump roll across the street when-
*Crash*
Aegis crashes to the ground in front of me. He turns to look at me. His visible eyes cocking up at me in confusion.
"What are you, help please?" He asks as he grabs his shoulder and sets back into place.
I hold a finger to my lips.
"Shh!" I hush. "I'm hunting Cwickets!"
"What?" He tilts his head to me.
"Are you injured?" I ask.
"Um, not currently?" He says as a car crashes past him.
"Do you want to be?" I ask.
Not giving him time to respond. I illusion a springboard under him and launch him towards the metal man.
"I'll remember this!" He says as he flies back into the fray.
I just give a little wave with my fingers. Before turning back to the woman now sprinting down the sidewalk and away from the fight.
Deciding to get my fun in for the day. I chase after her. Along with an illusionary decoy to hopefully throw her off.
Seeing her turn to look behind her, her eyes widening upon seeing me and my decoy. Of which I turn invisible and leave a second decoy behind as I use illusions to fuck with her.
This is going to be fun!
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Melody "Cricket" Jurist POV
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Now I know I'm being fucked with. My sonar pulses were telling me things completely opposed to what I was seeing. And it was throwing me off so much I was ready to puke.
So when I got the chance. I ditched! I know a rigged fight when I see it. And Brad should've figured out by now that it was a trap.
But looking back and seeing two happy faces of the little blonde girl as she not only keeps pace, but is catching up to me? And the second pulse telling me both aren't real? Oh yeah.
I'm fucked.
Deciding to go out with a bang rather than a whimper. I turn around and unsheathe my weapons. Swinging one of the blades out to nick the two I see. Twirling the chain of my other blade to whirlwind it. Old habits of putting on a show.
My blade flies through the image of both the girls. And not long after, they shimmer out of existence. Turning to purple butterflies that swarm and flood my vision. Despite knowing they're not real. My sonar not even registering their presence. I nonetheless bring my arms up to shield my face as I try and jump back.
Only to fall as my knees catch on a bar that was not and isn't there!
'What the hell!?' I think to myself as I look up at the purple and pink sky.
A very unnatural sky. With blue clouds. It looks like it's made of cotton candy!
Getting up and looking around. I see I'm in a field of blue grass. And my sonar is telling me everything is real! No wait. Fuck! Now I'm being shot at!
By drunk invisible bees? That are morphing into bubbles? I'm about to cry at the contradictions.
What the fuck is going on!?
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Kitsu POV
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I'm trying something new. Her sonar sense is just that, sonar. Sound. And I can make sound illusions.
So I'm using her reactions as a basis for testing my sonar l can't hear her sonar sense. So it must be under ten kHz. But I know she's using it. Otherwise she wouldn't have been moving so unbothered when I put my VR bubble on her.
That's what I'm calling it now.
With my VR bubble. I basically make an opaque bubble around the head of the person I'm targeting. And use my illusions to further mess with them. Creating visual illusions centered around the individual. Without the need to create massive illusions of the environment. Sacrificing quantity of people affected by an illusion, to selectively target a sigular individual.
Would you believe I got this idea from watching a commercial for the 3DS?
As I'm sat atop a white Pontiac, I think, maybe, I don't know cars. I'm using Cricket as I test my sub sonic illusions. Going below my range of hearing for an illusion is very hard. But Cricket's react-
She just threw up. The vomit phasing through the VR bubble as it hits the sidewalk.
She freaks out and dashes forward.
*Crack*
Running full force into the wall. Breaking her nose and knocking her back as she cradles said nose.
As I torment the neo-nazi pit fighter. I can't help but ask myself one thing.
Where'd I leave my grapes?
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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'What kind of grapes are these?' I ask myself as I keep my eyes on the fight. 'They're really good.'
Aegis slams into Hookwolf a second time. Staggering him and forcing him to step. And I divot the ground where his foot would land. Causing his large form to just fall as he leg goes down.
Is it weird that one of the strongest capes is less than five hundred feet away from me. And is being treated like an inconvenience? All because I'm allowed to be here and I'm not being forced to the sidelines?
No. And I'm loving it.
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Kitsu POV
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Meh, I probably dropped them somewhere.
I decide to stop tormenting the girl. Who is currently on the ground in her own vomit and blood. Having tripped, cut herself, puked, and is now crying.
I'm not even showing her anything bad. Just a field of blue grass and cotton candy skies. But I've also been throwing nonsensical sonar signals at her. Watching her dodge nothingness, vomit from the nausea, and run into walls as I slowly figure out how to counter her sonar.
This is very valuable. The ability to just, mess with sonar? Not sure when I'll use it. But my mind in laser focused on what I'm learning.
Or was. As of now I've wrapped her chains around her and am dragging her through the streets to the fight. Mostly to avoid touching her.
She stinks.
As I make it to the site of the chaos with Hookwolf. Who is currently in a hole in the ground, he large metallic form struggling to break free.
"I got the other one!" I shout to the group of PRT.
I was only here in case Hookwolf decided to get extra violent, and they needed so on hand muscle. I convinced them to let Missy tag along. Vergil and Armsmaster are patrolling a few blocks east just in case.
Miss Militia comes over and takes the chain from me. She looks to the bloodied, vomit covered form of Cricket. Then regards me with an inquisitive look. Before she drops it. Likely not wanting to bother with thinking on it.
As she does so. More PRT Vans show up with foam sprayers. And start spraying down Hookwolf. Watching as the metal wolf man goes still and just, lets it happen.
"Should we be concerned he isn't, putting up more of a fight?" I ask out loud as he's fully sprayed.
"Maybe he's finally realized he's beaten." Aegis says confidently as he strikes a hero pose. As though to congratulate himself.
*Chink* *Scrape* *Klink* *Krr*
"He's digging!" I shout as I rush forward, past a few PRT, pushing Aegis out of the way.
I enhance my strength and tear into the foam cocoon. Ripping into it just in time to see him not be there. And for a massive hole to the sewer be where he was as the warped space of the asphalt turns to normal.
Miss Militia and Dauntless run up beside me to look into the cocoon hole.
"Shit!" She cursed as she goes to the radio and starts speaking into it.
Meanwhile I just step away. Not willing to go after the man through the sewers. We can always get him another time. We'll just be less kind about. Either way I am not going down there.
"At least we got the optional objective!" I say out loud as I point to Cricket being put in cuffs.
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No one's listening to me.
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-Monday, August 2nd,3:30pm, Central Hideout-
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Brad "Hookwolf" Meadows POV
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"FUCK!" I yell as smash my table.
Lost my capes! Lost my cred! About to lose my crew!
All I have left is a gang. A gang of powerless imbeciles who're seeing the end, and jumping ship! I can't maintain my territory like this! I'm a lone wolf who needs a pack!
"It's not over." I tell myself as I pick a chair up and put back. "I just, need to find more capes! But, but where? And they need to be white. Fuck that's limiting my options."
Maybe I should ditch the supremacy shtick? I know I'd lose some men over it. But not all. Most of these fucks use it as an excuse to let loose anyway.
And what do I have to lose here? I'm down to my last ropes. Not like I got any appeasing to do. No ties to the Harrens or the german group. A few mud blood capes might be what I need. Power over practicality.
"Excuse me, is this where I can find a, Hookwolf?" A spic of girl asks as she walks into my war room.
Tanned skin, tight jeans, yellow top. Long brown wavy hair and sunglasses. Indoors like some jackass.
She's got some nice curves though. Fuck it, I could use some relief. Get my head clear.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask as I stand up and march to her.
"Oh, that would be you hot stuff." She says. "Heard you had a bad day, and you might need someone to, lend you a helping hand."
A prostitute. Well, if she's here, my boys must care about keeping me calm at least.
"Oh I'm sure you can lend more than just a hand." I growl as I grab her. Squeezing all the good parts as I feel myself get ready. My blood, pumping from my earlier rage and frustration, rushing downstairs.
"Of course." She says with a smile as I smell her, sweet, intoxicating perfume. "You can leave all your worries to me."
"And what might I call you?" I ask with a growl as she reaches for her glasses.
"You can call me, Circe." She says as she flutters her beautiful, brilliant blue eyes at me. Captivatingly surrounded by pink where the whites would be.
"You sure I can't call you, mistress?" I ask the beauty in front of me.
"I don't mind." She says with a heart fluttering smile.
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Melanie "Circe" Alderos POV
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These idiots are too easy. With Gary infiltrating the PRT long enough to confirm the trap before he was captured and detained. And Sam being able to track Hookwolf through the sewers. Finding this place was easy.
Gary killed himself to free up room for another Gary. Or, Geryon as he calls himself. Sam and Jason cleared the place out of anyone who would stop me as we walked about.
It was a chore to go through everyone. But soon enough, Fenrir's Chosen will be ours. And after this? The merchants. My power is uniquely suited to taking over empires.
And after all, why build an empire, when you can take one? Hookwolf has the bare boned makings of one. Now we just need the manpower to maintain it.
Which we have.
For now though. Gotta do what you gotta do.
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Gary "Geryon" Greyson POV
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"Ahn! Oh fuck yes!" We all hear as Melanie, works her magic.
Me and Fiona are sat outside the door in case anything happens. With me sat in a squat as Fiona stands with her arms crossed.
"Sooo." Fiona draws out. "Wanna fuck?"
I give her a stupefied look. Hoping my face can convey all the words I wanna say.
"What?" She shrugs as though she didn't just ask that. "Hearing little miss pornstar has me riled up."
Fiona is dressed in a reflective blue and green diamond patterned bodysuit. Black shoulder pads, hip guards, and leather chest plate. Whereas I'm dressed in a grey jumpsuit.
Not like there's a point to making a unique suite with my power.
"In case you forgot." I say to her slowly. "I'm gay."
"Hey, close your eyes and you won't know the difference." She smirks as she leans against the wall.
She's fucking with me. Fiona and I have this back and forth that developed in high school. She's a typical beauty. Flawless skin, athletic body. Good curves. And I'll honest and say that if that ass was on a guy I'd hit that at the drop of a hat.
The dynamic came about because I was in the closet and kept trying to get her to go out with me so I could be normal. She saw right through it. But agreed anyway and helped me out of my funk. Now I'm her gay best friend.
"Go fuck yourself." I say as I flip her off.
"If anyone here is fucking themselves, it's you." She shoots back.
I flip her off with the other hand as well.
Jason and Sam cleaned this place out. The sound of wolfy in there covered up any sounds of the massacre we commited.
"We have a job to do." I say. Not entertaining the idea.
We have one goal in mind. Build an empire and take over. The PRT and other heroes have failed miserably. So, we decided that heroes isn't what Brockton Bay needs.
"Oh! Right there! Right- ahn!"
"Pfft, please." Fiona scoffs. "The only thing she's in danger of is an STD."
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"Shit." I say with wide eyes. "That might actually be a problem."
"Fuck you're right." Fiona says as she looks back to me. "Should we?"
She nods her head to the door.
"Oh, so much!"
"Not it!" I say and put a finger to my nose.
Fiona flips me off.
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-Tuesday, August 3 rd, Dallon House, 6pm-
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Kitsu POV
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"Kitsu!" I hear Mom calling.
Running out of my room where I'm testing out some vines. Running through the house and to the front where Mom is with a pile of letters in her hand. One is opened and she's reading through it.
"What's up?" I ask her as she parses through the letters.
"For you." She says and hands me the letter.
Dear Kitsu
We received your missive and attached documents. While there are some details that will need to be hashed out at a later date. We here at Wizards of The Coast are overjoyed to let you know that we find your submission of beta rules and guidelines for Dungeons and Dragons 5th edition to be, in a word, inspired. Your rules on armor class and attack bonuses especially so. The beta groups found it east and comprehensive to learn as opposed to our current system.
We would also like to inform you that we thanks to you. The next edition of Dungeons and Dragons will be release years sooner than anticipated. And that you will credited as one of its major influences.
Sincerely: Wizards of The Coast LLC.
"Ahhhhhh!" I start squealing and hoping in place.
"What!?" Mom asks, wide eyed and spooked.
"Dungeons and Dragons! Fifth edition!" I squeal.
I just sped up the timeline of DnD by sending a thirty paged document of what I remember about the rules of DnD 5E! I won't have to wait until 2015! Maybe I can get Missy to play! And Dad! And Mom!
Missy could be a ranger! Dad could be a wizard! I could be rogue! Mom could be a barbarian! Oh! Amy a cleric! It's perfect!
"Aaaah!" I keep squealing in excitement as Mom picks me up. "I'm so excited!"
"I can tell." Mom says plainly as she walks.
"Oh so many adventures await! We could set up campaigns! We could record it and post like Critical Role or Dimension Twenty!" I start going off. "I can get everyone into it! I would be the DM, OH! My illusion! We could have the most immersive campaigns!"
"Uh huh." Mom says as she sets me down.
"It could be our new game night!" I say as I roll to sit up on my knees. "We could, wait, hey!"
She just left me in my room.
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-Wednesday, August 4th, Medhal General Hospital, 9am-
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Kitsu POV
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"NEXT!" I shout as the man leaves.
Posted up in the hospital as I await the next case. Amy is off today and we're almost done. We're down to the last fifty or so people who were effected by the Case 53 gas. With us swapping out and even sharing days.
I'm not on any patrol today. And like I mentioned. Amy is off. So, with nothing better to do, I took over for the day. I'm two people down, and my mind wanders as I think towards my lunch break where Missy will likely come in and spend the hour with me.
'Wait, does Missy even patrol today?' I ask myself as I hear the newest set of footsteps approach.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"It's open!" I call.
After I say that. A taller boy of, I want to Arabic descent, or greek, or Native American. It's honestly hard to tell. His features are very nondescript in placing his ethnicity. The only clue being his light brown complexion and long black hair.
"Hello." He says with a smile.
And I already don't like him. The way he said that so, smugly. Like he knows something more than me and wants me to know he knows. But won't ever say it.
"Yo." I say with a wave. "What's wrong with ya?" I ask.
"Well, it's nothing wrong with me." He says coyly. "Rather, I have a friend I need you-"
"Is it your girlfriend?" I ask, cutting him off and earning a, satisfying look of surprise from him.
"Um, I, yes." He says after a moment of contemplation. "How did you?"
He leaves the question open as I mindlessly kick my feet.
"You're not the first person to come in here asking me to heal their girlfriend." I explain plainly "You're actually the fourth. Many people come in here asking for me to heal others who are to embarrassed or scared to show up themselves."
He blinks a few more times as he seems to take that in. Before regaining his earlier smugness.
"So you'll help me?" He asks in that shitface tone again.
"Can she come here?" I ask for details. "Or is she stuck somewhere because of her mutation?"
"She's not immobile." He starts off as he puts his hands behind his back. "But her current state makes travel, difficult."
'God! This guy is such a smarmy asshole!' I think to myself as I struggle to keep my frustration from showing.
"Soooooo, she can't come here herself?" I ask again.
"As I said before-"
"Yes or no." I cut him off as I lose my patience for the guy.
He stares me down impassively. No emotion on his for a good few seconds before responding.
"No." He says plainly. "She cannot."
Not the first time that's happened. Though hopefully this one is in city. Or else I'll have to schedule a date to help her. Like with Sveta. Got that coming up in a week.
Who would've thought an asylum has stricter security measures than a prison?
"Alright." I say casually as I pull out my phone and access the notes app. "Where is she, I'll come see her later."
"I, can't exactly give you that information." He says as he saunters back to the door with a hand in his pocket. "Rather, I need you to come with me, and when we're done-"
Sensing tomfoolery, I rush forward and grab his hand out his pocket. Just in time for smoke to seep out of his hand from a canister he had hidden.
In my brief moment of panic. He shoves the canister in my face.
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Francis "Trickster" Krouse POV
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I shove the canister in her face. Watching with a fierce thump in my chest as her eyes go wide. Before she disappears from my sight.
'This needs to work. It's all or nothing here.' I think to myself.
This is, honestly a very desperate measure. Going face to face with The Endstopper? Fuck I'm insane.
"What!?" I exclaim as I back into the door. Cutting off her possible exit.
*Crunch*
"FUCK!" I cry in pain as my arm is wrenched and I find myself flying through the air.
I crash into the sink hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. Landing upside down as I fall to the floor on my head.
In my daze and through my possible concussion. I head the sound of the door being broken down. Looking over and focusing through the pain. I crack an eye open and see that the little menace has barreled through the door. And passed out right on it.
"Worth every buck." I say with a pained smile.
Scarecrow should quit his gangboss gig and get into the pharmaceutical business. Make some serious cash.
I don't have much time. My ears are ringing and my head is pounding from the possible concussion. With a pained movement I get up and hobble over to Kitsu, just in time for some guards to show up.
"Back off!" I say as I grab the girl by the neck and heft her up with surprising ease.
The guards just aim their guns at me and start firing. Even though I'm holding a child!
I duck back into the room to avoid any shots. Fishing into my pocket I grab the second of the three canisters. Not easy with only one arm!
Dropping the girl and tossing the canister. Listening as it hisses out, the guards panicking to scramble out of the way of the tear gas.
I fish into my shirt and pull out my bandana and swimming goggles.
"Fuck!" I curse. Realizing I can't tie a bandana with only hand. I discard it put the goggles on.
Just gonna have to hold my breath.
I reach down and grab the limp girl again. Hefting her to my side like a sack of dog food as charge through the cloud of grey mist. Holding my breath for dear life as I make it to the double doors.
Dropping the kid and pulling out a gun I snuck in using my powers, I shoot the magnetic locks on the top and bottom of the door. Holstering the gun in my pocket, I hoist the girl back up under my arm. And kick the doors open.
Running down the hall. I make it to the lobby and scan the windows.
"Freeze!" A guard calls out as several move to block the exit.
I stop moving as I keep my eyes to the distance. Looking for the prop.
'Come on!' I think to myself.
"Lay the girl down, and put your hands in the air!" The guards demand.
"I can't." I say calmly. "You see good sirs, my arm is broken."
"Put the girl down now!" He repeats.
'Luke you better hurry the FUCK UP!' I think irritatingly.
As I think that, I see the top half of a ballistics dummy prop itself up on an adjacent building. The bottom half hidden by the buildings ledge.
Perfect.
I reach out with my power, tethering me to the statue.
2.4678 seconds.
"Well men." I calmly and slowly say. "I will do as you say, and let her down."
0.4 seconds.
I swap with the prop. Taking the dummy's place as I immediately turn to look into the hospital.
"This better fucking work." Luke says next to me.
"It will." I say reassuringly as I jog to the end of the roof to be able to view the second dummy and Kitsu at the same time.
Reaching out. I tether the two.
5.8 seconds.
'What!?' I think frantically.
No wonder she was lighter than I thought. She has less mass! She's weighs three fourths the amount she should!
4.27494 seconds
The guards are going over to where she and the ballistics dummy are situated.
'Come on!' I beg the universe desperately. 'Don't cover her!'
If I lose line of sight the plan is fucked!
3.100024 seconds
"What's taking so long man!?" Luke says impatiently.
"All good things come to those who wait." I respond distractedly.
2.700234 seconds
"Hmm?" Luke hums as he looks slightly behind me. "Oh shit! We got a flyer!"
"Not now!" I yell impatiently as I lean back on the railing to appear unconcerned. "Just chill, we're two guys on a roof."
1.9004 seconds
Not long after he says that. It takes all of my willpower to not turn around at the whistling sound behind me.
1.5983 seconds
In moments, a white and gold blur crosses my the peripherals of my vision and blurs past into the hospital's waiting room.
1.4432 seconds
Right through the window. The glass shattering as the form of Glory Girl crashes into the tiles. Distracting the guards. She stands up to dust herself off. The blur of her movement, and the shattering of the glass obstructing my view. But never completely and thus leaving Kitsu in my line of sight.
0.99924 seconds
My heart pounds in my chest. Beating like a roaring gorilla as the timer ticks down.
0.4557 seconds
Just as Glory Girl turns to talk to the guards. And takes her attention from Kitsu.
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Kitsu swaps places with the ballistic dummy. The unconscious little girl now slumped on the roof of the roof of the building.
"See my friend?" I say to distract myself from my anxiety. "All according to plan."
We did it. We got Kitsu, our best hope of fixing Noelle yet.
And all it cost was a broken arm.
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Bonus
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The Oddities
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Melanie Alderos
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Latino
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Height: 5ft 4in (162cm)
Weight: 128lbs (58kg)
Cape name: Circe
Rating:
Master 8
Anyone that finds her some form of sexually attractive and breathes in the pheromones she produces, finds their attraction heightened until they find themselves addicted to satisfying her. Be it through sexual pleasure, gifts, or doing as she says. Pleasing her, becomes their pleasure.
As a result of the vial's mutation. Melanie's eyes lack a visual pupil. Being a solid blue as her sclera are now bright pink. This somehow has no effect on her vision.
FunFact: She is Asexual Panromantic. Making her power extremely ironic.
She sees sex as a tool for manipulation. And has no personal attachments to the act.
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Fiona Cormac
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Irish
Gender: Female
Sex: Female
Height: 4ft 11in (149cm)
Weight: 101lbs (45.8kg)
Cape name: Scylla
Rating:
Master: 6
Breaker: 6
Summons three aquatic caniforms. Size varying from the pitbull, to a large tiger. Creatures show up in mottled, banded or bangled patternes of scales and fur. All three share the following features.
Brute rating, variable from 3 to 6
Mover rating, variable from 2 to 4
Blue, green, or purple scales of varying patterns.
White, black, or red fur of varying patterns.
Canid biology.
Amphibious capabilities.
Nightvision
Scylla can verbally command these creatures as though they were trained animals, but is unable to directly link with them.
Can absorb her creatures into her, gaining some of their apparent biology and enhancing her person. Growing stronger and larger with each creature. However, she can only have three. Absorbing one for its strength does not reduce the number counted.
FunFact: She had a twin who got absorbed in the womb. This has no effect on anything about her. But is just something neat to know.
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Jason Moores
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Asian mix
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Height: 5ft 8in (172.72cm)
Weight: 139lbs (63kg)
Cape name: Charybdis
Rating:
Mover 4
Striker 4
Shaker 8
Can create directed whirlwinds that grow stronger with time. He can reabsorb these whirlwinds or move them as he desires. The number of whirlwinds he creates is limited to the strength of said whirlwinds. Scaling inversely. He can attach the whirlwinds to himself, increasing his mobility or striking power depending.
FunFact: Does not know Charybdis is a woman in Greek mythology. Just heard the others coming up with names, googled Odyssey characters, and chose the one that sounded cool.
The fact he chose the name of a monster made to represent whirlpools while his power is whirlwinds is purely coincidence.
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Gary Greyson
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Height: 6ft (182.6 cm)
Weight: 180 lbs (81.5 kg)
Cape name: Geryon
Rating:
Master 4
Thinker 4
Creates two perfect clones. For a total of 3 individuals. All individuals share personality and memory. When a clone dies, another can be made. There is no genetic or mental distinction between clone and original.
FunFact: Geyron has no allergies.
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Samuel "Sam" Yorvich
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Eastern European
Gender: Non-Binary
Sex: Male
Height: 5ft 6in (167.6cm)
Weight: 230lbs (104 kg)
Cape name: Lernaen
Case 53
Rating:
Mover 4
Brute 5
Striker 3
Blaster 3
Thinker 2
Has scales growing on their hands, forearms, shins, hips, calves, ankles, feet, cheeks, and back. Mottled dark green and sickly yellow. Black claws on their thumbs and big toes. Has five eyes. Two normal, one in the middle of their forehead. And two more at the base on the back of their neck. Has webbed ands and feet. And fins growing out of their forearms.
Extendable, viper like fangs have replaced their upper canines. Their blood is acidic, spit poisonous, and they have the ability to breathe out a noxious, lethal and flammable gas. Though they have no way of igniting it themselves.
They have immunity to all diseases and poisons due to their acidic blood. Have the ability swim at great speeds despite the enhanced density of their muscles.
FunFact: They don't mind their mutation.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
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