A/N: Mundane Dangers
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Guest: Maybe next Chapter I'll do a PHO. Thing is, I love reading them, I hate writing them.
Redburndragon: Kitsu is gremlin.
GideonBlackthorn: Oh absolutely. She might not have the same hormonal changes as a normal girl due to her mutations, ex: she doesn't get sexually arroused unless heavily prompted, she has fur follicles all over her body, she's becoming more nocturnal and prone to sleeping in the day, she produces slightly more estrogen than a normal girl, except for that week where she goes into heat and produces more than 5 times the normal amount. She produces a slightly higher amount of testosterone than a normal girl.
But yes, puberty Kitsu is a brat.
A Dancing Leaf: I think the main issue is that people associate Sociopaths with being violent criminals and serial killers. When in fact sociopathy is characterized by lack of remorse and often reckless behavior. They can feel empathy and guilt, but lack remorse. They have emotions, but they are shallow and fleeting. Like how Kitsu was in a rage against Stormfront, but calmed down before the chase even reached five minutes. They can form attachments, but not many. Habitual lying or deception, aggressive and reckless behavior, consistent irresponsibility and repeated violations of the law.
All of that, is Kitsu to a T!
Grimnosh: oops. Problem is, editing on FFN is HELL!
QQ is much easier.
Kitsu labeled the folder: Stream schedule, and has it password protected. She has 12 photos so far. Most of them being of Missy's legs.
Brandish was stressed and didn't think anyone could do anything to Kitsu, not with so many police and EMS running around.
As for the bonus, the point was that the Wards are shadowing the cops. The Ward's program is still an afterschool work program.
Ben Turner1: He didn't call Kitsu "it" he was referring to the crime of aiding and abetting a criminal. He said "This is absurd, I can't let this slide. It's actively aiding a criminal and by being complacent in it." He said "It's" as in, "It is absurd that we're overlooking this because It is (it as isn the situation and events) actively aiding and abetting a criminal."
He was referring to the situation and actions, not Kitsu herself. Still, poor choice of words on his part.
Nuclear Cat: I don't do questions for [Conduit] anymore.
Mangouschase: more or less that he's responsible. But yes, he has the rare common sense that capes seem to be allergic to.
RadChaos897: Yeah, the issue with Mr. Incredible is that he's a paragon. But he's also very self righteous. He wasn't actually going to arrest Kitsu, he was just trying to pull a "Scared Straight" on her. And he doesn't let his kids participate in anything other than standard patrol and EMS. Not cape fights, riots, or anything inherently violent.
He wasn't calling Kitsu an it. He said it, as in the situation. Like he said "I can't let this(the situation) slide! It's (the situation) actively aiding-" you get the point.
Funny thing about Karens, I meet a lot of them! I had a woman say I should be fired for being colorblind.
She asked me mix her more of the color she brought in. I said we don't have the color in the system. She asked me to just match it, at which point I pointed to the pallet wall with a bunch of colors for her to choose. She called me lazy and that she would just go to home depot. I told I'm sorry, I can't match it because I'm color blind. She called me a smartass. When I told her I was being serious and that I am in fact, partially colorblind. She then told me I should be fired so that they can hire someone who can actually do my job.
I said "I am sorry, that the way I was born is too inconvenient for you right now."
She flipped me off and left. Leaving the empty can of paint behind.
I threw it away before she could come back for it. :)
AvidReader2425: There is, TOO MUCH to respond to it all. Though I gotta ask, what's with the recipe's?
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-Dallon House, Saturday, Sep 11th, 11:45am-
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Kitsu POV
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"That's it!" I say into my mic with a British accent. "I'm getting the shovel!"
I switch out to the soldier with the Stainless Pot headpiece. And similarly, I reach under my desk to come back up with a pot on my head.
"FORWARD CHARGE, WITH MA RPG!" I say in an exaggerated southern accent.
I actually like TF2 more than COD. Mostly because it is so chaotic that I can't cheat.
"We got a flamer!" Says R0m3R0125.
"Hey!" I call back, insulted. I may be bi, but I'm not a flamer! I think.
I don't actually know what that means.
"Not you! Pyro!" Cassnova5424 calls back. Just before I turn the corner and get sniped.
"Well boys!" I call out, reverting to my southern accent. "There can be but one solution!"
Charging out from the respawn, I rocket jump up and come crashing down on a roof. Rocket jump up, spot the enemy Pyro and head towards him.
"Shovel to the face!" I call out, only for the team Scout to run up and stab me. "Sabotage!"
"You should've seen that one." Gorfax204 says. "The Pyro was ignoring him."
"There can be but one resolution to this travesty!" I say, not dropping the accent.
"Get good?" Gorfax204 calls out.
I feel my eye twitch as my chat goes off. Both agreeing with him, and laughing at me.
"No you lily livered pucker sucker!" I say before swapping to the spy, and taking the pot off my head. Tossing it behind me with a clatter. "It is time, for ze French! Oui oui!"
I then use my illusions to turn into the spy. Making it look like the spy, is playing the spy.
"Never do that again." R0m3R015 says in a flat voice.
"What do you mean monsieur?" I say, making my voice reflect a grown man's. "Iz mah Fwench offensive to jew? Ho ho!"
I fully expect this to get clipped. Heck, there's a youtuber who's already clipping me and making compilations of out of context quotes.
"I shall sow ze seeds of choas amongst zere ranks with mah fwenchiness! Hoho!" I say.
Only to run into the flipping PYRO!
"Oh come on dude." I whine as my illusions dispel. "Why?"
It's just then that I see it in the chat.
(I thought you said you were good at games?) -Vista(Ward)
"What the, is that my Vista in the chat?" I call out. "Baby I swear this isn't what it looks like! I'm just warming up!"
"Bruh, tighten your sports brah and FOCUS!" H33RPME! Snaps. "Also, you've been 'warming up' for nearly an hour!"
And the chat goes off at the roast.
"Okay don't hate that a thirteen year old squeaker pulled a girl while you're only companion spends most of its time under your bed. You only take this game so seriously because your game is so bad you need an escape you forty year old virgin wizard sounding loser."
The lobby is silent while my chat goes OFF!
H33RPME! has logged off.
"Loser." I scoff. "Can't handle the awesomeness that is me, and my amazing game and charisma."
(I asked YOU out.) Missy gives a super chat. Only a dollar but still.
"Do you want me to tell everyone how?" I challenge.
All is silent from her account as I continue to play, and lose as much as I win.
Constantly eyeing the chat, I see she actually switched to her civilian account, W4V-E.
"You know I almost got Alexandria's hat the other day." I remark as I switch out hats on my Soldier. "Hmm, I think it's time for a break."
"You will not be missed." Gordax204 remarks, timing the comment so that I hear it just as I log out.
"Yeah well!" I try before I notice I'm already out of the lobby. "Dang it! Dude pulled the ninja poof of lobbies on me. I'd have, I'd have shot him back so hard! Be like a friggin, sniper round. Point blank chat, point blank I swear." I say as I switch to some vids to relax before going back into the game. "He got lucky."
Overall, I made fifty dollars from streaming for two hours. Not a lot, but I'm still new so it's to be expected. Still, that's twenty five an hour! Suck it minimum wage!
I just gotta edit and upload to youtube. Get my monetization money, and wait. Checking my accounts, so far my vids have made me! Five hundred in a week! Not bad!
On top of the average forty dollars I make per stream, add in the fact I stream three times a week. Twenty percent goes to Eric until I pay him off. Taxes and fees for the services.
I made, three hundred and forty eight all together.
Taking the blanket down that is my backdrop down, revealing my room and all it's half planted glory. I go to my bed and plomp down face first. Getting a nap in until I need to do something.
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-2 hours later-
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"Wake up!"
"Hwata buh?" I shoot up as Mom stares down at me.
"You left your stream on." She says as I get up and stretch.
"What?" I ask before realizing I forgot to turn off the cam.
I turned off the recording tech, but not the stream!
"Oh my god!" I shout as I run to the computer.
"I already turned it off." Mom says as I log back in. "In the future, double check. I don't need to find videos of you changing or anything else posted all over the internet. Got it?"
I'm too busy looking at the metrics to pay attention. It wasn't recording, so this isn't saved. But people still logged on to watch me sleep.
I made an extra hundred bucks.
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I'm not sure how I feel about this. What kind of weirdos just, watch people sleep?
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-Meanwhile, Biron House-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"Aww!" I whine as the stream ends.
I was using that as my background while I did my homework! Like a little screen saver off to the side.
"Pfff." I sigh as I go to youtube and look for some background music to listen to while I study.
"Oh so Now you want to have a family night?" My dad shouts over the phone.
I need earbuds.
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-Boardwalk, Sunday, Sep 12th, 1pm-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"You okay?" I ask Pinky as she sighs while resting her head in her hands. Leaning over the table of the outdoor smoothie restaurant.
'Don't look at her cleavage.' I tell myself. 'Your eyes are covered! Who'd know?'
"Yeah, just." She starts, before giving a small shake of her head. "Nevermind."
"She's lonely." Jenny says.
"Jenny!" Pinky hisses as her face turns magenta.
"Pfft." Sophia scoffs as she crosses her arms.
I hate patrolling with her. So, ignoring her.
"What do you mean?" I ask as I sip my smoothie.
"TLDR? Boyfriend." Jenny says.
"Pathetic." Sophia chimes in.
"Oh yeah? Well I don't see you getting any chocolates or flowers!" Pinky snaps.
I one hundred percent thought she was gonna stop at getting any.
'Kitsu is corrupting me.' I conclude.
"Because I don't need anyone else's validation of my body." She scoffs. "I know I'm attractive, whereas you all seem to feel the need to have someone tell you."
It's as she says that, that my phone buzzes. And my heart skips a beat as I know who it might be.
Kitsu, is very photogenic and likes sending me pictures. No, not like that! It's little things, like she'll take a picture of herself in freefall. Or of her using her illusions to mess with someone. Most often Vicky or Mr. Dallon. And, she likes showing off some of her outfits. Or some new makeup she got.
"Are you gonna check that?" Jenny asks.
"Later." I shrug as I sip my smoothie.
But last time, well, frilly pink two piece. And a clown mask. I, don't need the girls asking about that.
"But don't you ever just, want someone to hold?" Pinky says as I focus back in on the conversation.
"No." Sophia says in a flat tone. "Again, I'm not some pussy who needs comforting from someone else."
Great, now I want to hug Kitsu.
My phone buzzed again. And I try to hide the blush as I think of what it could be.
"You okay?" Jenny asks with a raised brow.
"Yeah!" I say as my voice cracks. "Yeah I'm fine."
It's clear by the questioning look she gives, that Jenny does not believe me. But she thankfully doesn't press the issue and turns back to Pinky and Sophia.
"If I want to get off, I have a vibrator at home." Sophia sneers.
"That's not what I meant!" Pinky squeaks in embarrassment.
"What did I just tune into?" I ask in shock as I feel my face burn.
"Oh piss off. Everone does it." Sophia bobs her head.
I mean, she's not wrong. But we don't do it in public!
My phone buzzes again. And I'm very tempted to check it this time. But resist, knowing what it could be.
"Check your phone you dingus!" Kitsu suddenly shouts as she appears next to me.
"Ah!" I squeal in surprise, almost throwing my smoothie. With Pinky, Jenny and Sophia faring no better as Sophia even aims her crossbow at the girl.
She glares at me with an adorable pout. Puffing out her cheeks as she balls up her fists at her sides.
She's wearing a grey sweater jacket with a pink shirt. Pink skirt, black boots and a green beret as she has her hair changed to brown.
Awkwardly fishing my phone out of my pocket. I look to the texts she sent me.
(Gonna getcha!)- K
Accompanied by a picture taken a few moments ago. Showing me drinking my smoothie while Pinky and Sophia argue.
(Dun nuh!)- K
This picture is taken from an entirely different angle.
(Behind you!)- K
A picture of the back of my head.
Looking to my pouting girlfriend. I go to say something before she climbs up and plants herself in my lap. Crossing her arms as she thuds her head against my shoulder and takes my smoothie.
"Scratches." She says as she takes my hand and puts it on her head.
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Is it bad that I find this adorable?
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-Arcadia High, Wednesday, Sep 15th, 9am-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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High school is, a bit different than middle school.
"Move it half pint." Ashley, the popular girl says as she pushes past me.
We're in the same grade. But she's a year older, same as everyone else in my grade. On account of me pushing to move up.
"Be nice." One of her lackeys says.
"I am." Ashley defends as she walks away. "She should be grateful-"
They trail off as I find my locker and open it. Only to find all my stuff missing!
'That's it!' I think as I slam the locker close and march to the principle's office. Passing several people on the way, one of which being Vicky.
"Hey new girl." She says in a friendly voice as she hovers next to me. "You seem a bit miffed. Need help?"
She's pretending not to know me. Which, is weird. The whole, going to the same school but only one of us is a known cape thing.
"Not right now." I say curtly.
"Oof, time of the month?" Vicky shamelessly asks. "You know, my sister can help with that. Just a quick call and-"
"I don't need Panacea." I snap to her. "And this has nothing to do with her or, that!"
"Wasn't talking about her but, okay." Vicky says as she stops and floats back down to her feet. "What's the deal new girl?"
'I could get Vicky's help.' I think to myself. 'But, then it might get back to Kitsu.'
As much as I love her, I can't trust Kitsu with the information that I'm being bullied. While I don't think she'll do anything too drastic, I have no doubt she'll do something less than legal.
Which is not what I want, or need. Heck, I haven't even told her I skipped a grade, because I didn't want her doing anything! She's only here for social studies and science because she decided to annoy the staff into letting her test out. The rest of the day? She stays at home or wanders the city.
"I'm just heading to the principle's office." I say as I move around her. "It's nothing important."
That still doesn't deter her as she keeps following me. Walking now instead of lazily floating.
"Um, dunno where you're from but no one just stomps towards the office when their's nothing going on."
'Stop being smart for a few minutes!' I feel myself yell.
"Missy." Vicky says quietly. "What's going on?"
'She'll probably tell Kitsu if I try to brush her off.' I realize.
Which means my options are A. Tell Vicky and make her promise not to get Kitsu involved. Or B. Deny and hope she walks off.
"I'll tell you, but only if you promise not to tell Kitsu." I tell her.
"Depends." Vicky crosses her arms.
"No." I cross mine.
"No?" Vicky challenges.
"No." I nod. "Either promise, or let me be on my way."
We stare down each other for a bit. Before Vicky tsks and uncrosses her arms as the bell rings.
"Fine, you win." She concedes, leaning to one hip. "What's up?"
"There's a bitch named Ashley." I admit. "She's taken to making my days, difficult."
"Difficult how?" Vicky asks with a raised brow.
"Snide comments, smacking my books out of my hands." I say awkwardly, not wanting to admit I haven't dealt with it on my own. "And my stuff is now missing from my locker."
"Okay yeah, I can see why not telling Kitsu is a good idea." Vicky says softly as the halls clear. "She'd probably beat the crap out of the girl and heal her so no one would find out."
"That seems, oddly specific." I remark with a worried look.
"Just the first thing to come to mind." Vicky says as she turns towards the office and starts walking.
"Why was that the first thing you think of?" I ask as I jog to catch up to her.
"I'unno." She shrugs. "Brains are weird."
On that we can agree.
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Virgil "Static Shock" Hawkins POV
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'So the tyke's getting bullied?' I think to myself as I push off the wall of the corner I was leaning on. 'She's got one thing right. Kitsu would go ballistic if she found out.'
Which, since she ain't a hero no more. Any powers against civilians can be taken as Villainous acts. And put a dot on her head.
'Well you know what they say.' I think to myself as I head to Chem. 'Secrets ruin friendships.'
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-Boardwalk, Thursday, Sep 16th, 2pm-
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Kitsu POV
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"And my streams are picking up in popularity." I hum as I sip my mango smoothie. Kicking my legs happily as I ignore the world at large.
"I noticed that." Invisiline says as she scrolls through her phone.
I'm hanging out with Invisiline/Violet, Chris, Jenny and Crystal. All on patrol of course.
"I wish I could just play video games and make money." Chris mutters.
Hold it!
"It is not that easy." I laugh with a roll of my eyes. "First of all you need to be good at networking. And good at keeping up with social media, not just one platform either. You also need to keep your viewers engaged with the knowledge that later viewers won't have the context of what chat is saying. And find new and innovative ways of keeping your viewers entertained."
Jenny looks up as she seems to be thinking to herself. Doing that drawing in the air with your finger thing as she bobs her head. Eventually shrugging and nodding.
"It still doesn't seem that hard." Chris shrugs.
'Ooh, I'm about to slap reality into this guy.' I think with a smile.
"I don't like that smile." Chris mutters.
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-Dallon House, 4pm-
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"Alright chatters!" I say as I boot up the stream. "I got a special guest for you gremlins."
I really can't choose what to call my fans. So, I'm just tossing out names until one sticks.
"We got a guy who thought that what I do is easy." I cross my arms before stepping aside and allowing Chris into view. Fully geared up and treating this as a PR stunt. "Say hello to Kid Win! He's going to be doing the stream today."
Don't ask how I got permission to do this.
I sit on my bed and just watch as Chris starts off strong.
"So as you know by the introduction, I'm Kid Win and I'll be here. Providing you guys entertainment." He says before sitting down and booting up a game without even addressing the chatters.
I want to say something. But, as Sun Tsu once said. Never stop your enemy from making a mistake. Or, in this case. Don't coach the guy on how to do your job, when you're proving a point about how your job isn't easy.
"What do you, hang on, wait slow down!" Chris starts fumbling in the middle of a TF2 match after finally noticing the chat.
I'm keeping my eyes on it through my phone. And it's mostly complaints about me not being here. And about how he's not talking! He's not looking at the chat, he's locked into the game. And he overall is failing to talk to the screen like it's a live audience.
"Wait, I know I'm, damnit!" He curses as he gets sniped while trying to scroll through the chat.
He didn't even set up properly. His headset isn't in and isn't connected to the game. So he can't hear his teammates.
Overall? I have a feeling this'll go up on epic fails later.
"Alright guest star." I say as I get up and move to the chair. "You're making me look bad."
"What? Hey!" He says as I geab the back of the chair and spin it around.
I can't have him tanking my viewership. The only reason I'm allowed to do this as opposed to furthering my education and going to school full time, is because it's earning me money. And proving to be an actually viable career.
"Hey, woah!" Chris cries out as I lift him up and move him out of my chair.
Taking my seat back, I set up the headset and make sure everything is recording properly. In about ten minutes, I'm back into the game as I see my viewers double in number.
Looking to Chris. I stick my tongue out as he stubbornly crosses his arms.
"You have more practice." He whines.
"You should really see someone for that copium addiction you're suffering from." I smirk.
Life's been good lately.
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-Central District, Saturday, Sep 18th, 1pm-
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Jason "Charybdis" Moores POV
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"Drive the van Jason. It's the easiest part of the job Jason." I mock as I speed through an intersection.
"Would you rather be out here fighting?" Gary asks from the passenger seat. "Take a right."
One of his clones is on the roof of the car. Giving us a relay as to what's going on behind us.
"Kinda!" I admit as I feel my heart race. "Shit!" I curse as I swerve out of the way of a passing car.
"Jason if you don't shut the fuck up I'll have one of my summons fuck you!" Fiona shouts from the back of the car.
"That's hot." Sam teases, which gets him a slap from Fiona. Not that it hurts him. "Take a joke Fi."
"Fuck!" Gary curses. "We got capes!"
"Which ones?" I ask as I make a hard right.
"Looks like Dauntless, Falcon, and Velocity- are you using your turn signals?" Gary relays before his outburst.
"Um, maybe?" I say awkwardly as I realize I have been using my turn signals the whole time.
"Fuck it, you get on the roof and deal with the heroes." Gary says as he reaches over me and unlocks the driver side door. Allowing me to unbuckle and carefully swap with him as I climb out and hang on the side of the van.
Looking back to the score of heroes following us. I take a breath as I fall back to my acting. Grateful that my goggles and bandana hide my nervousness.
"All this for us!?" I shout as I hang onto the side of the van. Sweeping my arm out in front of me as I give a hearty laugh. "I'm touched!"
Velocity makes his way next to me. But remembering the dossier that Scarecrow had wrote up, I know he can't do much with how fast he must be running.
I give him a small nod as I hold out my palm. Forming a small whirlwind. Causing him to back off as I form another on my leg. And another on the other leg that spins counter.
"Don't you fucking dare!" Gary says from the roof of the van. Or, rather his clone says.
"Can't hear you!" I shout back before I jump off the van and let the winds cushion my fall, using them to skate around as they pick up speed.
At this speed, I need to be careful. One wrong move and I go splat.
"You dumbass!" Gary shouts. "You're gonna get yourself killed! Also we're turning left!"
'Good to know.' I think to myself, as I keep going forward. Even as the turn signal shines right. 'Probably to fuck with the cops.'
Heading straight as some of the cops follow me while the rest keep up the chase with the others. I skate around on the swirling winds I have under me. Swerving right into oncoming traffic. Losing the car chasers, but not the foot chaser.
"You just don't give up do you?" I ask the red suited speedster.
He, of course, doesn't say anything. Probably can't hear me. Swerving right as I dodge another car, my heart stops and I go on autopilot as I meet a car that was switching lanes.
I feel something in me take over as I force the winds under me to rage stronger. Shooting me upwards and over the car as I now have a mini tornado under me.
'Fuck it! This works.' I think as I lean forward and keep my pace up. The cars that I pass over, swerving under the force of the strong winds.
Keeping an ear and an eye out. I spot the intersection I know Gary'll need to pass. And sure enough, I hear the sirens as I approach, and see the van round a corner. Dodging traffic as it swerves with Gary on top of the car, still hanging on.
Timing is everything here. My winds are too strong to let near the van. So, I'll need to fall.
'Take a breath, calm down.' I steel myself. 'Drop.'
The roaring winds come to an abrupt stop as I cut them off. Causing me to freefall forward as aim to land on the roof of the van.
"Fuck!" I curse as I hit the roof of the van with a thud. Feeling something break as I fail to roll.
"You absolute moronic fuckwit!" Gary cusses me out as he grabs onto me, keeping me from rolling over the edge as I grab one of the roof rails.
I try to pull myself up, but whatever broke hurts like a bitch!
"Ah!" I cry out in pain. "Stop stop stop!"
'Fuck, this isn't good.' I think to myself as I hang off the side and try to focus through the adrenaline and pain in my gut.
Giving a sad laugh out of stress. I look to the chasing heroes. And see Miss Militia join the chase on her bike, followed by Armsmaster.
"We're fucked." I realize out loud.
"What!?" Gary asks, not having heard me over the sound of the wind as we race trough the streets.
Looking up, my eyes widen as I see Falcon swoop down.
Throwing an arm up, I toss a small whirlwind at him, throwing him off course and forcing him to pull back as the wind disperses.
"Ah!" I cry out and hold my side with the arm not hanging onto the van. Probably having bruised something as well when I hit the van's roof.
The van skids as Gary One makes a sharp turn into a side alley.
"Ugh I'm gonna puke!" I say as I swing with the van before slamming into the side. Feeling myself get light headed from the swing.
"Ja-Charybdis!" Gary two calls out. "Hang on! Scylla's getting one of her summons!"
"We don't have time!" I call back, knowing it'll take at least a minute. "We need, to buy time!"
Gary knows as well as I do, we don't have that luxury. And his silence on the matter is telling. With more and more heroes piling up after us.
'If we get caught, Scarecrow will kill Melanie.' I think as I hold my side and grit my teeth. 'No, he'll let her die. Slowly and painfully.'
How did it all come to this? Being the errand boys for the Merchants. We just wanted some control in life! Was that so bad? We weren't even hurting anyone.
'Fuck Scarecrow, fuck this mission, fuck this city, fuck this pain!' I curse as I realize it's all or nothing.
We can't wait for Fiona, Sam can't do much here and neither can Gary. I'm the only one.
"Fuck me." I sigh as I let go of the van and call on my whirlwinds.
I ignore Gary's shouts as I start calling on my winds, pulling on every ounce of power left in me. Not easy, my whirlwinds are slow to build, but get stronger with time. With the base acting as a good shield and fall cushion.
Though, normally I have to hold them back.
Sirens and horns blare as I lag behind. A weird mix of pain and adrenaline keeping me focused as I grit my teeth. Yet pain and fatigue trying to force me into passing out as the wind screams in my ears.
I just need to focus. Clockwise, left leg. Counter, right. Faster, faster. I'm catching up.
We swing back onto the main roads. And by my count, we're still over half a minute to get the weakest of Fiona's summons.
'They're heroes, you'll get arrested and spend some time behind bars.' I think to convince myself.
"This is gonna suck." I say as my headache grows and my heart starts racing. And, I let go of the van's rails.
"JASON!" Gary shouts.
Letting go of my side. I hold both hands together and summon another whirlwind. Pushing everything I've been holding back, into it. I normally have to hold them back, the winds just, want to go wild. So I can't keep any one whirlwind up for too long. Otherwise I fear I might cause Hurricane Katrina two. Windy booga-fuck-you.
"Here we go!" I shout as I let all three combine and grow. Tossing and grabbing everything around me as the whirlwind grows and grows as I lock into place. "Let's see how big this baby can get!"
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Sam "Falcon" Wilson POV
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"Shit!" I curse as I'm flung away and caught in the growing tornado.
Reports were wrong! He's supposed to be a striker and a mover, not a shaker!
"Falcon! Update!" I hear MM's voice over my comms as my suit's HUD goes haywire trying to flight correct.
"Trapped in the vortex!" I shout as I ragdoll, and get hit in the gut by a lamppost. "Can't make, heads or tails!"
Is the last thing I say before I slam through a window and get tossed through an office. People screaming as I retract my wings to avoid killing anyone.
My military training kicks me into autopilot as I get up immediately and duck behind a corner. Moving without thinking because I still can't tell left from right.
"Never, mind." I groan as I let the vertigo fade. "That ain't no normal wind! It's got something funky to it. Probably, spatial manipulation." I relay as my sensors reorient themselves. I've been in a tornado before, my systems can handle it and not bug out.
Standing up, I look around as the room is torn apart from the winds. The people having fled already sometime between me crashing and catching my breath.
"Alert, Shaker protocol level Five is now in effect." Armsmaster calls. "All local law enforcement is to leave immediately. Capes are to stay mobile, move in pairs or groups. Do not rely on cover."
"Everbody out!" I shout as I run into the halls. "East wing exit only! Move move move!"
I step to the side as the horde of people rush past down the beige halls. My heart pounding in my ears as I realize, these people aren't going to make it. Not all of them.
'Don't think about that now.' I tell myself. 'Take out the threat. As long as Charybdis is active, they're in danger."
Running through the halls, I beeline for a room on the opposite end of the building. Breaking through into an office that's already been cleared, and charging for the windows.
'Systems check!' I think as I look through my HUD. 'All systems operational.'
Diving out the window, I extend the wings and fly up. Turning around I circle back to the growing whirlwind.
"Sitrep!" I call out.
"Case is going FUBAR!" Assault responds as I circle around. "No one knew Charybdis was a shaker, and we don't have any way of getting to him. Even bullets get swept up in the winds."
I curse the situation as I get a bird's eye view. The tornado seems to have taken the block. And doesn't seem to be spreading anymore. But it's slowly ripping up the buildings and street itself.
Flying directly over head, I get an, admittedly very dumb idea.
"Alright!" I call back. "I got a plan, but none of you are gonna like it!"
"Then don't do it." Armsmaster says.
"That's rich coming from, oh shit!" Assault says before turning off his comms.
"You know how the eye of the storm is calm?" I say as I upturn and fly straight up.
"That is a grossly misleading fact. Hurricanes have eyes, tornadoes do not." Armsmaster says. "Even then, knowledge on natural phenomenon should not be applied here as-"
"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" I say as I cut my comms off and stall my flight.
Looking down, I take a breath and let myself fall. Entering a nosedive as I pray this works.
Diving into the center, I fan out my wings to slow down as I tackle Charybdis mid fall. The winds underneath us slowing our descent as I regain control of my flight. Before the winds suddenly slow and come to an abrupt stop. The debris and damage flying out with the winds now gone.
We hit the street in a dead stop. And I get up, putting my knee on the man's back to keep him from moving.
It only takes a second before the stuff picked up by the tornado starts crashing. Like a bubble that got popped and splashes soap. Only instead of soap, it's cars and concrete.
"Mmm." Charybdis groans.
"Why!?" I ask as I pull out a pair of cuffs. "It was just a chase! And look at all this! Was robbing a pharmacy really worth this, do you know how many are dead because of you!?"
"So long, as, Melanie, Gary, Fi, Sam." He pants out incoherently as his breath comes out fast and short, making alarm bells start to go off in my head. "Safe, stay safe. Needed, time. Time, Melanie, running, time."
Turning him on his back, he doesn't even grunt as I move to check his pulse in his neck.
"One two three four." I count quickly, and notice his chest moving fast. "Heavy breathing, rapid pulse, incoherent speech."
I move lower, and rip his blue camo shirt open. Revealing his abdomen to be a sickly purple.
"Shit!" I curse.
"You, don't, need blind, fold, me." He pants.
Moving lower, I rip open his pant leg. Revealing pale, pasty white skin turning a shade of blue.
"Thermals." I call out. My HUD switching to thermal vision as I see his body temp spiking a fever in his upper body, but dropping in his lower.
"Arterial tear." I say out loud.
He's hemorrhaging. Bad. And the signs are all pointing to an internally severed artery.
He's dying.
"Did, they, get away?" He asks. "My friends."
'He just killed an unknown number of people.' I tell myself. 'He's dying.'
Still.
"Hey, yeah." I say as I grab his hand. "They got away. They're long gone. You, you got them away. Really pulled one over on us."
Nobody deserves to die alone. Nobody.
We're silent as sirens can be heard in the background. The local emergency response showing up to help those, who can be helped.
"I'm sorry." Charybdis says. "I never, wanted to hurt-" He stops, his arm going slack.
I check his pulse. It's still there, but it's fading.
"Damn." I curse the situation.
"Language!"
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Bonus
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Because a LOT of people asked for it.
Mortal Kombat X
Peace and Order DLC
Glory Girl
Firebreather
Vista
Clockblocker
Miss Militia
Legend
Static Shock
Kitsu
Dauntless
Shadow Stalker
Pinky
Shielder
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Dialogue
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Erron Black: Got quite a bounty on your head.
Kitsu: Are people still trying to put hits out on me?
Erron Black: Hey, don't blame me, I'm just the delivery boy.
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Kitsu: I hate dealing with ice powers.
Sub Zero: Then take solace, as this will not be long.
Kitsu: No, I suppose it won't.
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Vista: Get over here!
Scorpion: Are you mocking me!?
Vista: No, my wife told me to say that.
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Glory Girl: Time to stop the clock!
Clockblocker: Hey! No, jokes are my thing!
Glory Girl: Agreed, seeing as it's all you are.
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Shielder: We always knew it'd come to this.
Shadow Stalker: What, with me kicking ass?
Shielder: With you in cuffs, or a body bag.
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Pinky: Make love, not war?
Vista: I'm a happily married woman!
Pinky: Not like that! Like, oh forget it.
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Johnny Cage: You know I'm something of a celebrity myself!
Dauntless: I don't do this for the fame.
Johnny Cage: Sure you don't.
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Static Shock: It don't have to be this way Clock!
Clockblocker: Maybe, but it do be this way.
Static Shock: You just can't take anything serious.
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Kitsu: Ooh! Can I get your autograph?!
Johnny Cage: A fan eh? Sure thing, I'll sign it on your grave.
Kitsu: You clearly don't know me.
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Kitsu: We have a lot in common actually!
Cassie Cage: How on any of the earths are we alike?
Kitsu: We're both blonde second gen killers with booming socials.
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Firebreather: Heads up, stay away from my girl.
Reptile: Is that supposed to scare me warmblood?
Firebreather: No, it's to save you a broken hip.
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Ermak: We hear the other inside you.
Kitsu: Yeah, I can't get them to shut up.
Ermak: We shall set them free, and add you to us!
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Sub Zero: A kitsune? I thought your kind a myth.
Kitsu: Your rival is an undead flaming skeleton man and you find me surprising?
Sub Zero: The world holds many mysteries.
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Static Shock: It's about time I brought you in.
Kitsu: Not before I get that autograph!
Static Shock: You're still on about that?
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Shielder: So we really have to do this?
Pinky: We could always-
Shielder: No! Let's just fight.
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Shadow Stalker: Great, now I gotta fight this bitch.
Jackie Briggs: Um, this bitch about to put a bitch over her knee!
Shadow Stalker: Try it!
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Vista: You could always surrender, save yourself the charge for resisting arrest.
Scorpion: Your laws are meaningless to me!
Vista: Let the record show I tried de-escalation.
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Legend: This can still end peacefully!
Kitsu: But I'm bored!
Legend: That's what I was afraid of.
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Glory Girl: Admit it, you have this coming.
Kitsu: Is this because I stole your foundation?
Glory Girl: You what!?
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Nitara: You will make fine breeding stock!
Firebreather: Why do I keep hearing that?
Nitara: Enough delay!
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Kitsu: Is this about the guy I killed last week?
Vista: Yes! You need to stop!
Kitsu: He had a kill order though!
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Fatalities
Kitsu:
Tantalizing bloom: Kitsu uses an illusionary glowing crescent to slice open the opponent's stomach and then pulls out a few seeds from her pocket that she drops in the wound. And watches as vines grow in and throughout the opponents. Ripping through their body and poking out to bloom red glowing flowers. (Green when it's Reptile)
Double vision: Kitsu winks before disappearing into a swirl of Luna Moths that blow past and cut the opponent. Where the try to cover their face and look up to find two Kitsu's. With each grabbing an arm and pulling the opponent apart, before high fiving each other and disappearing into a swarm of Luna Moths.
Feral Fox Failure: Kitsu grits her teeth as her eyes turn red and she starts glitching out. Charging at the opponent as an error screen appears on the monitor while the sounds of murder are heard. Before Kitsu grabs the error screen and tosses it behind her, moving the camera to the side and hiding the gore she left as she smiles at the camera.
Any fatality performed on Kitsu, pans out to show her in the audience texting on her phone. Using an illusion to leave the fight as she got bored.
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Glory Girl:
Pankration: Glory Girl shoves her thumbs in the opponents eyes and twists their head off.
Split the difference: Glory Girl grabs the opponents arms and plants her fleet on their chest. Then pulls and rips their arms off. Knocking them over, she then grabs their ankles, plants a foot on their crotch, and pulls their legs off.
Sweet and simple: Glory Girl calmly walks up to the opponent, grabs them by collar, and throws them up into the air. She then checks her phone and counts to three, where she throws her arm out in time to take the opponents head off as they splat on the ground.
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Firebreather:
Rage against the machine: Firebreather grabs the opponent by the neck and uses his fist to cave their face in before shoving his fist in their chest and ripping their heart out. Crushing it in his hands as he lets them fall.
Great balls of fire: Firebreather ignites the floor, catching the opponent on fire as walks closer and grabs their shoulders, opens his mouth and burns their face off with a cone of fire.
Forgot the name of the song: Firebreather grabs the opponent and flies up. Throwing them up in the air and firing a beam of fire that goes straight through their chest. Before they fall back down where he grabs them and pulls them apart at the hole he made in them.
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Pinky:
Love you to death: Pinky hugs the opponent as she secrets a potent acid. Melting the opponent in her arms.
Sweet and sour: Pinky splashes acid on the opponents knees, forcing them to their knees where she holds her hand above the opponents head and pours acid in their mout.
Basic bitch: Pinky gets into a slap fest where ever slap melts off a little more of the person's skin.
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Clockblocker:
Running out of time: Clockblocker throws dirt out in front of him, locking the dirt in place around the person's head before he walks up and empties a water bottle, freezing the water as it hits their face, suffocating them.
Big hand, little hand: Clockblocker throws out two lines of string and turns around, grabs the opponent and throws them into the string. Slicing them apart at the neck and waist.
Clocked out: Clockblocker takes a knife, freezes it in the air, and grabs the opponent. Forcing their mouth open as he runs them into the blade, and then shoves them down, bisecting their head.
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A/N
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FOR KITSU!
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A Dancing Leaf: Have you ever had to deal with fleas due to your fur?
Kitsu: Nope! Fleas need to be able to bite me to feed off me. And I'm indestructible.
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Grimnosh: Can you use your immovable mid jump?
Kitsu: Nope! I need to be relatively still for at least a moment to activate it.
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Nuclear Cat: have you ever asked [Conduit] for an inside peek of their biology/technology/biotech/body in order to learn more for your bio kinesis? And if not why?
Kitsu: One, they're fourth dimensional and even thinking about what I remember of their body gives me a headache, two, I learn by doing, not by seeing.
FOR NEWB!
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As always
Gimme all da comments! They fuel me!
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