A/N Did you notice?
Alt title: Times up.
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So yeah, no one, and I mean NO ONE noticed the countdown.
In the last three chapters. The Alt title, Was
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And no caught on to the fact it was a countdown. I even added a thing at the very end of the last chapter asking anyone saw it.
Oh well.
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D3Diton: Sup?
RadChaos897: I think it's Gawr Gura who calls her fans shrimps. And like Kitsu said, she hasn't decided on what to call her fans yet. She's honestly thinking of calling them Floofers.
Kitsu sleeps on her side and curls up like a fox. If she has a blanket, then all that is visible are her ears that poke through. She occasionally give out a hmph, or click of her tongue in her sleep.
As for Jason, who said Kitsu was there?
Kitsu's not the only little girl to call out poor language.
Ahh, dead meat reference. And the Pankration is meant to be short and simple. That's what pankration is, a brutal ancient greek martial art that basically said, "No biting, no gouging, beat your opponent."
GideonBlackthorn: Virgil is being sabotaged by his shard. He sees Kitsu as one of the things he became a hero to stop. Corruption.
She killed Maureen, and suffered no backlash. Partially because of her power and influence. And that is something he cannot stand.
He doesn't know Maureen was on drugs, and he doesn't she was manipulated by Scarecrow. And he certainly doesn't know about the shard's influence.
Grimnosh: Static Shock is smarter than Armsy. He knows how to play the game and not get burned, when he's thinking straight of course.
recon100035: Now I just gotta come up with Brutalities.
Gogmazios: You're welcome!
goduckyourself321: Thank you!
worldcrafter11: How do you mean?
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-Dallon House, Sunday, Sep 19th, 12pm-
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Kitsu POV
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"Well how the heck am I supposed to help?" I ask over the phone as lay on the couch.
"Aren't you an expert in this sort of thing?" Missy asks.
"I'm an expert in hiding, running, and messing with people." I say as I turn to my side and grab the TV remote, flipping through channels.
Turns out, Falcon and Charybdis went missing. And the crash site of Charybdis' tornado is way too wrecked to gather evidence from. Like, trying to pull a needle out of an underwater haystack.
"You tracked down Sophia when we needed to find her." Missy points out.
"Sophia had a known and well established modus operandi." I counter as I put SpongeBob on. "I'm sorry, but if your guys can't find anything then I'm not much better."
Missy is silent on the other end as I think of something.
"Wait, what do the detectives know?" I ask curiously, because if they do know something, I might be able to help.
"Ummm." Missy doesn't give an immediate answer. And the stalling leads me to a rather, funny conclusion.
"Missy, is someone being naughty and going behind her superior's backs?" I say in a teasing voice.
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She hung up.
"Eh." I shrug and pocket my phone.
Heroes and villains die and go missing all the time. The fact that it's two at the same time, means almost nothing. For all that happened, it could be that Charybdis and Falcon got splattered in the tornado and they just haven't found the bodies yet.
I know it sounds callous, but that's how it is.
"Kitsu." I hear Mom shout from the dining room. "What's this charge for ten padlocks and a gallon of super glue from Home Depot?"
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-Warehouse Hideout, Sunday, Sep 19th, 2pm-
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Joseph "Scarecrow" Crane POV
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And with that, I've nearly perfected it.
A widespread, aerosolized fear toxin. One canister, with the power to spread across a third of the city. My final failsafe against any would be usurpers.
Or a final retaliation against any who'd see me harmed.
"Scarecrow!" The most recent test of my patience screams as she bursts into my lab.
"What have I said." I say in a low tone as I turn to face the wannabe master. "About interrupting my work?"
She's pale, eyes sunken and hair wiry. It could be stress, the knowledge that at any moment her lifeline could stop. Or the guilt of being the hostage to force her friends into working for me.
That, or it's the long term effects of the venom in her system.
"Fuck you!" She shouts as she marches towards me. Rolling my eyes at her hysteria, I draw my gun and aim it at her.
She doesn't stop, and steps right up to me. My gun being pressed to her forehead as I hold a hand out. Grabbing her by her neck and stopping her from advancing any further.
"Do you have a death wish?" I ask, genuinely curious as to where this stupidity is coming from.
"No, I just know you won't do anything to me." She spits out. "You wouldn't dare harm your-"
I bring the pistol back and smack her across the face. Knocking her to the ground with a strangled cry.
"Think again." I say as I cock the gun and put her in her place. "You're just a convenience to me. I can always grab another of your friends, or their families to use as a hostage."
"Bullshit!" She spits some blood out onto the floor before looking up to me. "You can't do that, we'd need friends and family for that! And news flash jackass, we're all orphans!"
I, didn't actually know that. Though, it hardly changes things. She's not suicidal, and it's not like-
"Melanie!" I hear the voice of Scylla call out from further in the warehouse.
"I see what this is." I chuckle, amused at the play she's going for. "Nicely played. But-"
"What the hell!" Geryon shouts as he, or rather one of him enters the doorway and sees Circe on the ground with a gash in her face. "You piece of shit we had a deal."
'This is getting to be far more of a headache than it's worth.' I think tiredly as more of the group filters in behind the man. The only missing member being Charybdis who disappeared after the other day's police chase.
"We agreed I'd keep her alive." I sigh, ignoring the indignant glares of the former independents. "Besides, she attacked me! I don't need to explain how that'd go, do I?"
"Jason is dead you piece of shit!" Circe cries from the floor.
'Jason, which one was that again?' I try to remember.
"Who?" I ask, uninterested.
"Charybdis!" She shouts.
"Oh right." I tsks. "The moron too idiotic to realize he named himself after a girl."
That gets under her skin something fierce as she lunges at me. Only to earn another hit to the face with the pistol. Smacking her into the work table and leaving a large gouge in the side of her face.
It's not a moment afterwards that one of the Geryon clones tackles me. Leading to a tangle of limbs as I end up on top of him and aim the gun to his head. He can clone himself, so I can afford to remove this one.
Pulling the trigger, I end the clone's life only to have Lernaen, the three eyed lizard man Case 53 of the lot, grab my wrist soon after. Ripping the gun from my hand and putting their other clawed hand around my throat. Lifting me up off the ground as they snarl at me.
"Did you forget?" I choke out with a smirk. "I die, she dies."
The snarl fades from the three eyed lizard's face. Settling into a glare as they realize their error. And I smile in triumph as their grip loosens.
Everyone has a tie, an anchor to this world. Something they refuse to risk. And for them? It's their friendship.
"You're right." Circe says, earning our attention.
We all, me, Lernaen and Scylla, turn to face Circe. Who had grabbed the gun in the panic. And now has it aimed at her own head. Tears rolling down her pale face as she shakily holds the firearm to her temple with both hands.
"Mel, hey, what's going on?" Scylla asks calmly as she steps closer.
"He's right!" She chuckles. "He dies, I die. But, if I die, so too does he!"
'Oh you have got to be kidding me!' I think with mild exasperation. 'This trope? Can they get any more cliché?'
"Mels, put the gun down." Scylla says as she holds her arms out. "You're just upset, that's it. We can-"
"James is dead!" Her voice cracks as I see she's serious. "I just watched Gary die! Again!" She cries.
"Melanie we can-" Lernaen starts.
"No!" She shouts hoarsely. "No, this ends one of three ways. He uses you all until you die, I die as he gets rid of you. Or, I die, and save all of you from him."
I discretely adjust the release mechanisms in my gloves. Preparing myself to fight my way out of here. Seeing that the novice is about to pull a kamikaze on me.
"Melanie, we don't know that James is dead." Scylla says, causing the girl to shake her head and cry more. "He's just missing! If you kill yourself he'll blame himself and-"
"I just, I can't see another one of you die. I'm sorry, I love you guys." Circe says before pulling the trigger, blowing her brains out against my freshly sterilized wall.
'I just cleaned that!' I complain as Circe's body hits the floor. And Scylla falls to her knees screaming.
Lernaen turns back to me, a fire in their eyes as I release the muscle enhancer gas in my mask. Giving me a boost in strength as I plant my feet on his chest and push him off me.
"Well, looks like your internship is over." I say as I grab a few canisters behind me, including the citywide fear toxin. "How's about we save everyone the trouble and skip the exit interview?"
"I'll kill you!" Lernaen roars as they dig their claws into their palms and throw green, acidic blood at me.
Jumping out of the way. I dive over the dead Circe and grab the gun. Aiming it at the still crying Scylla, I fire. Only for Lernaen to intercept. Taking the bullet and charging at me.
They football tackle me through the wall of my room in the warehouse. Exposing us to the rest of the Merchants all looking on as Lernaen pins me down and opens their mouth, viper fangs extending as they lunge down and go for the bite. Only to eat steel as I hold the gun between us.
"Help me!" I yell to the drugged up lackeys, and it doesn't take long for one of them to tackle Lernaen off me.
Rolling in the opposite direction, I get to my feet as Lernaen tosses the lackey to the side. Others pulling out guns, aiming at the lizardman and firing. Only for it to prove nothing more than a nuisance as Lernaen holds his arms up to protect his face as he starts breathing out a green gas while running blindly into a series of shelves and crates.
My mask's sensors pick up on the gas he's breathing. Tinting my lenses as he passes me. But I have no way of knowing what he's breathing out.
It's around this time that one of Scylla's beasts charges out of my former lab and starts attacking the men. Looking like an aquatic, prehistoric hyena with teal, purple and green colors. It's the medium summon, but it's more than enough to tear into my men and shred them to pieces as it absorbs the shots.
Knowing a losing battle when I see it. I turn and run. Ducking behind a storage crate as the beast tosses the upper half of a man in my direction. Counting to three, I realize it isn't targeting me, and continue running for the exit as the chaos behind me grows.
Making it outside to an alley, I take off my mask and pocket it. Opening my trench coat and fastening up the buttons on my shirt. Going from hobo world war two chemist, to average man in a long coat walking through the slums. Huffing out a breath as I calmly walk away from the chaos.
Double checking my pockets, I make sure I have everything essential. Including the fear toxin.
"Well, that could've gone better." I sigh as I head to where I park my van, opening my burner phone to dial the PRT and report the disturbance.
"I think it went rather well." I hear a calm, confident voice say from behind me. "Though I agree it could've been a bit more, flashy."
Turning around, I spot a man with a long face and hair similar to mine. Well combed, if a tad messy. And a shaven beard. White button up, and black slacks.
"You certainly have a talent for sowing chaos, I'll give you that." He says as he pulls out a knife and starts twirling it in his hand.
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-East Slums, Monday, Sep 20th, 7am-
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Touya "Hellfire" Todoroki POV
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"Five hundred fifty, five hundred seventy." I count the bank notes as I lean on the counter of the convenience store. "That it? Come on man, I got a quota to meet."
"Th-that's all I swear!" The man stutters as he holds his hands up. "Most p-people are switching to credit or debit nowadays!"
Leaning back further, I see the register is empty. Save for the pocket change.
"Damn, guess you're right." I sigh as I realize I'm not beating Decay this time. "Oh well, thanks for the cash."
I push off the counter and stuff the bills into my backpack. Honoring my deal to the man. He stayed quiet, didn't call the cops, I'd let him live.
Can't say the same for the other three idiots who tried to run or get on their phones. Shame, burned corpses really ruin the atmosphere.
"Oh, you should probably clean those up." I say, turning around and pointing to said cadavers. "Y'know, don't want them scaring off any customers. Cheers!" I give a salute as I exit the door, only to bump into a red hooded girl.
"Whoops, my bad." I say as I throw my own hood up. Not wanting to freak the girl into calling the cops. Burn scars and all that.
"Oh, m-my bad." She stutters shyly. "I-I-I was j-just, I-I, a-are you um. I was, l-looking for someone."
'She's clearly jittery.' I note suspiciously. 'Something has her set off, but what?'
"Do you, need help looking for them?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.
"N-no, I know, where they are." She says in a low tone. "I, was just, just working up the courage. I, haven't seen them, i-in a while."
"I see." I nod, not understanding her one bit. "Well, I wish you luck in that."
"Th-thank you." She tucks her face further from view, not that I could see it before. "Y-you're very kind."
"Eh, what can I say?" I shrug as I glance back at the convenience store, before looking back to her. "You caught me in a good mood."
"Th-that's good." She mumbles. "I suppose. I-if that's it, I-I need to go."
"Yeah, so do I." I say and step around her. "Good luck and all that."
I take a few steps and look behind me. Seeing her go into the store I just walked out of, I decide to do her a service and speak up.
"Oh! I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" I shout to her.
"W-why not?" I barely hear her ask.
"You might not like the smell!" I call back.
She looks to the store, then to me. And shakes her head softly.
"Smells don't bother me." She says, having lost her stutter before heading into the store.
"Eh, suit yourself." I say mostly to myself as I shrug and turn around. Heading on my merry way back to the hideout we stole from Hookwolf.
I nearly shit myself, eyes wide as I hear an explosion in the background. Turning back around, I watch with mouth slightly ajar as the convenience store I just stepped out of is now up in flames.
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"Nope." I say and turn around, making my way back to the hideout.
Bullet dodged as far as I'm concerned. No need to see what gun it came from.
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-Arcadia High, Monday, Sep 20th, 9am-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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"Work already damnit!" Ashley bangs on her locker.
She apparently forgot her combination and is not taking it with the best of grace. Screaming at the locker as everyone snickers at her.
And I'm no better. Seeing this as amazing karma.
If it wasn't for the faraday cage, I imagine people would be recording this. I know I'd be very tempted to do it as well.
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-History class-
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"Fess up twerp!" Ashley slams her fist on the table as she leers over me.
"Excuse me?" I ask as I look around the room.
"You are most certainly not excused." She bobs her head before pulling her history book out of her bag. "You know what you did!"
'This, is this her attempt at playing the victim?' I think to myself as I lean back from the psycho. 'I know she got ISS the other day.'
Criminals do it often enough during arrests. Is, is this her doing the same? She got caught bullying and is now making it my problem?
"I don't-" I start to say before she grabs the back and cover of the history book and tears it open with a crack. Clear specks flaking from the torn and ripped pages.
I just stare at the desecrated and crusty book. Looking back to the older, red faced girl. Not really understanding what's going on. I give a concerned look as she throws the book back down on my desk.
"I know you're the one doing all this crap." She accuses. "First my locker, my makeup going missing, now my books? Is this revenge?"
"Hey!" Vergil says as he steps up. "Cool it lady."
"My name is Ashley." She sneers at my fellow Ward in disguise.
"And I didn't ask." He quips, walking up to my desk and grabbing the book, shoving it to her as he pushes her back. Making space between the two of us that he fills to act as shield.
"Um, excuse you!" She scoffs.
"You're excused." He says before waving his hand. "Now shoo."
"You did not just-" She starts before the teacher finally enters the room.
"Sorry about that kids I had, what's going on here?" Mr. Midgley asks as he sets his books down and looks up.
Ashley wastes no time in giving her side of the story first. Turning to the teacher and pointing to me.
"This little girl super glued my books together and this, boy is butting in where he doesn't belong." She says.
'Okay, bad choice of words on her part.' I think to myself as Virgil, gives no reaction other than a roll of his eyes as he crosses his arms.
"Uh huh." Mr. Midgley says as he looks around the room.
Dennis, Virgil and Carlos warned me that he has eyes better than a hawk. And is super perceptive. Like Sherlock Holmes levels of perceptive.
"Okay then." He says after a few seconds. "Virgil, back to your seat, Missy, stay where you are, Ashley, head to the library and pick up a spare while you get that sorted out with the office."
"What!?" Ashley pipes up indignantly as Virgil does as he's told. "But she-"
"Now, Ashley." Mr. Midgley says as he opens his own book and starts writing on the board. "Unless you want to go in with the class, without a book. You sort this out with the principal later, but my class is not the place for student drama."
Ashley is quiet for a bit longer. Before huffing and walking through the row of desks to the door and leaving. As soon as she does-
"Sir." Garret raises his hand. "Don't you have extra's in the supply closet?" He points to the metal cabinet in the back of the room.
Mr. Midgley turns around to the cabinet and raises a brow.
"How forgetful of me." He says and turns back to the board. "Turn your books to page fifty six."
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-Gym class-
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"Yeah it's just been one thing after another." Ashley sighs on the other side of the lockers as we all get dressed.
And of course, looking in my locker, I see my gym clothes are missing. Again.
Slamming the locker closed. I head out of the locker room, ignoring the girl's chuckle as I'm forced to take a tardy for gym class again.
Talking to coach Hussman, he lets me just sit on the bleachers and watch as the rest do the exercises while he writes up a form for me to get a set of replacement gym clothes.
Sighing to myself. I watch as most of the others halfheartedly do the exercises. With a select few taking it seriously as they progress to running laps.
My eyes grow wide as, well, I can see where her confidence comes from. Ashley I mean. She had, a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. Seeing as, her gym clothes just fell apart halfway through the laps. Leaving her in her green bra and panties. She's a year older, and is already much more filled out than me. With a chest that matches my girlfriend's and, I don't get to focus on much else as she bolts to the locker room.
I look away out of shame. I should not enjoy looking at other girls. Especially not when they're being humiliated, and not when I have a girlfriend!
I hear Ashley crying as she storms off back into the locker room. And, I'll admit. I felt way too good hearing her cry.
Does, does that make me a bad person?
And what happened to her clothes?
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-Next day, 8am-
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Kitsu POV
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"What the hell!?" Ashley cries out as she tries to open her locker. Actual tears running down her face. "Come on!"
Did you know pad locks are cheap? And they're very easy to break. For someone with super strength anyway.
Vergil had let it slip that Missy, is not only going to Arcadia. But has a bully! I don't blame her for not telling me we go to the same school. Secret identity and all that.
But she has a bully, and I'm not aware? For shame, on Ashley. She wants to mess with my girl? Let's see who does it better. Because I believe, more than anything, in an eye for an eye, and in poetic irony. Break into my girl's locker? I switch your locks.
Smack her books out of her hands? I glue your books together. Steal her gym clothes? I remove the connector threads of yours.
Spoiler alert. When it comes to messing with someone else, I do it better.
"Argh!" She shouts, hitting her locker.
"Need help?" I ask in my best innocent little girl voice #3.
"Hmm?" She sighs, looking over and down.
"Hi!" I say with a smile. "I'm Kitsu!"
"Oh!" She says, brushing her hair behind her ear and recomposing herself. "Um, sure! I'm Ashley by the way."
This is, pretty normal now. I'm basically the face of case 53's and until recently, New Wave as well. So more often than not, when I run into someone. They already know of me.
"Nice to meet you!" I say and hold out my hand to shake hers. "Your hair is very pretty!"
"Thank you!" She blushes and gives a winning smile. "Your eyes are gorgeous."
"Stop!" I hold my cheeks in an exaggerated manner. "You'll make me blush!"
It's around this time that the bell rings and everyone starts heading to class. Snapping 'us' out of our antics.
"Oh crud." She says and moves back to her locker. "Um, can you please? My lock keeps messing up."
"Sure!" I say and illusion a stepstool to reach her locker. "I only have history in the morning so I'm not going anywhere. After this I'm just heading home."
"Oh thank goodness." She says calmly as I grab her lock. "I'd hate to get you in trouble."
'Damn you are one two faced bitch.' I think as I yank the padlock open.
"Here you go!" I say and hand her said lock as the locker opens. "If you need a new one you-"
I stop as her locker swings open and something pink smacks the top of my head before bouncing off and landing on the floor.
Looking down. There's a moment's pause before I scream as I see the large, pink dildo on the floor.
'Eww!' I scream internally.
"Pervert!" I scream as I run away from her and whine in disgust. "Aaahahahahaha it touched me! Ahhh!"
This of course gets several people rushing into the halls to see what's going on. And no doubt see the little girl running from the girl with a dildo.
"No wait! It's not even-" I don't hear anymore as I run out of the school and run home to wash my hair, not knowing where all that thing has been. Rushing to get out of the place.
Rushing inside my house. I keep up the whining as I rush past Mom and into the bathroom, where I undress and start washing my hair.
"Kitsu!" Mom shouts as she knocks on the bathroom door. "What the hell is going on!?"
"It touched me!" I whine as I frantically wash my hair.
"What touched you!?" Mom shouts, now sounding far more demanding.
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-Arcadia High, Lunchtime-
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Victoria "Glory Girl" Dallon POV
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"Damn." I whistle as Megan finishes telling me what happened to the Ashley girl that was messing with Missy.
"I know right?" Ellie says while failing to hide a grin. "I mean, we all have our thing. But we don't bring it to school."
"I bring mine to school." I grin as I rest my head on my hand and look to Dean.
"Hmm?" He asks between bites of his salad. And I just wiggle my brows at him, causing him to raise his in confusion.
"Forget it." I sigh as I turn back to my friends. "Where is she now?"
"Oh!" Megan perks up with a grin that is way too wide. "That's the best part. You know the girl that helped her get her locker open? It was Kitsu!"
"What?" Missy spits her food out, having pretended to not be paying attention to the conversation.
"Oh that's right!" Ellie says as she grins knowingly at Missy. "You got a crush on the foxy girl don't you?"
"W-what I, um, that's, not entirely true." Missy trails off with a blush as she looks back to her food.
'If only you knew how close you were to the truth.' I think to myself.
I'm half convinced that Ellie actually knows and is just cheesing. And half unsure and think she's just mindlessly teasing the new girl.
"Uh huh, sure." Ellie smirks. "You know, wait it out a bit and you might have a chance with her."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Missy asks with a glare.
"Oh now you're interested?" Ellie smirks again. And again Missy looks back to her food. "Mhmm. I'm just saying, opposites attract sure. But Kitsu and Vista are way too different. I mean, Vista is basically a miniature police officer. Professional and cordial. I can see it as a, I can fix her, sort of thing. And as a hero couple, they were cute. But Kitsu isn't even a hero anymore!"
Missy doesn't say anything. And just keeps eating her food.
"I agree honestly." Megan pipes up. "I mean, if anything, I think her and Kid Win would make a good couple."
"Pffffttttt!" Chris voices all of our thoughts as he starts choking. Even Virgil dropped his fork.
Dennis slaps him on the back, getting the food out of him. And Chris immediately snaps his head to us.
"The fuck?" Chris's voice cracks.
"Yeah Meg, that was a bit out of pocket." Ellie says with a grimace.
"I'm just saying, cute ball of chaos and cute nerdy boy?" Meg puts her hands up in her own defense. "What more do you want? They'd be adorable."
"Can we not ship my sister?" I ask tiredly. "Especially not with me here?"
"Oh so now she's your sister?" Ellie latches onto the least important thing I said. "Didn't you call her a Disney Villain? Just a few months ago?"
"That's not important right now." I deflect quickly. "What is, is you not shipping the people I have to see on an almost daily basis. Now, what happened to Ashley? Did Kitsu kill her?"
"I mean, socially maybe." Megan scoffs. "No, your mom showed up an hour later. Got Ashley pulled into the office."
"Damn." I say with wide eyes knowing mom does not play around when she gets involved.
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-Principal's office-
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Kitsu POV
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"But it wasn't mine!" Ashley whines, tears streaming down her red face as she slaps her legs.
"Then how'd it get into your locker?" The on staff security guard asks. "The only people with access to your locker are you, and the staff. The camera's show you as the only one to get into your locker since yesterday when you had a lock change."
"Because my lock wouldn't open." She contests. "And I don't even do those kinds of things!"
"Ashley we both know that's a lie." Her mother hisses, causing the girl's face to get redder.
"Hold up!" Her mom speaks up as she puts a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "How would she even get something like that? Don't you need to be eighteen or older to buy them?"
"No actually." The security guard says. "You can be any age to buy adult paraphernalia so long as it's not videos or magazines."
That gets all of us to turn to the potbellied man in a grey button up. Causing an awkward silence to grow in the room as he gains a small blush.
"Moving on." He says with a stern glare.
"Ehem." The principal coughs into her fist to gain our attention. "He's right. Ashley, all of the evidence points to this being on you."
"But!"
"I'm not done." The school principal raises a finger. "After the bullying incident, this is your second strike. It is clearly stated in the student handbook that items of a sexual nature not pertaining to hygiene are strictly prohibited."
"It wasn't mine!" She ugly cries, her face red as she slaps her thighs again in frustration. "I don't get why you don't believe me!"
I, don't personally believe her. I think this is her getting caught and in trouble, and lying her ass off. How do I know?
Because I didn't do it. That whole spot of me getting a freaking dildo to the head was unplanned. And very unwanted.
"Then where did it come from Ms. Handerson?" The principal asks with open eye, oh really now? Look. "We don't have teleporters in the school. And the camera's never glitched out. So where did it come from?"
Mom slowly gives me a side eye. And just shake my head.
"I don't know!" She cries. "But it's not mine! I've never even seen it before!"
"Ashley you need to stop lying this instant. You're just getting yourself into more trouble." Her mom whispers.
"I'm not!" She screeches.
"Just like you didn't lie the last time?" The principal asks with a raised brow.
"That was different!" She huffs, starting to hyperventilate.
"How?" The principal asks as she locks her fingers together.
"I didn't know you had cameras!" She says.
"That has to be the worst defense I've ever heard." I whisper.
"You'd be surprised." Mom whispers back. "Also, we're having a talk about the locks later."
Yeah I figured.
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-Later that day, Biron House-
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Rebecca Biron POV
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Rummaging through my drawer, I get more and more irritated as I can't find it. Moving to my underwear drawer, wondering if I just misplaced it. I still can't find it.
"Where the fuck did I put it?" I wonder out loud, before remembering the teen girl in the house. "MISSY!" I shout.
"What!?" She shouts back.
"Don't what me! Get over here!" I tell my daughter, and in about two seconds she warps herself to my bedroom door.
"Yeah?" She asks as she leans on the doorframe.
"Did you get into my stuff?" I ask seriously.
"Um, no." She huffs.
"Don't lie to me little girl." I warn her.
"I'm not." She huffs. "And I'm not a little girl!"
"You're little so long as you live in this house! And you will not give me attitude!" I warn her. "Now did you take my stuff or not?"
"I didn't!" She lies.
"Grounded, go to your room." I send her away.
"What? Why!?" She yells.
"Lower your tone little lady!" I tell her. "And you're grounded until you return what you stole, after you wash it!"
"What are you even talking about!?" Her voice cracks.
"My toys!" I get mad at having to spell it out.
"What toys are you-" Missy starts to shout before blushing and running off. "Eeeeeeewwwww! You're disgusting!"
'Huh, maybe she didn't take them?' I think to myself, before remembering my daughter is a lesbian and would have no need for a dildo.
"I'm losing my fucking mind." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I need a vacation."
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-The Rig, Thursday, Sep 23rd, 1:20pm-
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Hana "Miss Militia" POV
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"And we found a family of five skinned alive near Winslow." Armsmaster surmises. "The wife and daughter, half eaten."
This, has been a grim summer. With the human trafficking rings, the announcement of the Brockton Games. The Teeth now in Brockton Bay. Scarecrow's ascension to leader of The Merchants. New Wave growing, then getting targeted. Twice. The inclusion of outside heroes with one of them AWOL due to a vendetta against Regent and his father.
And now this.
"And Falcon, Charybdis, and Night and Fog have gone missing." Assault says sadly as he crosses his arms and leans back. "No trace, nothing."
"And twelve people dead in the warehouses on the north end." Armsmaster sighs. "All in different states of, mutilation. It, looked like one of their games."
The room is silent in contemplation. The deep horror being set upon us all as we realize the situation. With everything that's been going on, it would've been too easy for them to sneak into the city.
We're all brought from our introspection as Piggot gets a call.
Answering the phone on her desk. She waits for a few moments before slamming the phone back down with a sneer on her face.
"Carnage was busted out of prison transport." She says. "Just an hour ago."
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-Meanwhile, Outside the Dallon House-
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Kitsu POV
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"And I got ghosted!" I vent to Vicky over the phone.
"Damn, sorry to hear that Keets." Vicky says sympathetically.
I was supposed to have a date with Missy today! It was going to be on the ferry, where we'd have privacy so she could lose the mask.
But I got there, and waited. And waited. And called, and waited, and called, and left.
"Maybe, I'unno, maybe she got grounded or something?" I suggest hopefully as I walk up to the house and notice two, three, four smells that should not be here.
"Um, yeah that's it." Vicky suggests weakly. "Missy did something bad."
Yes, I'm aware I'm coping. But I'm focused in the unknown smells at my FUCKING DOOR!
"Yeah, um, Vicky." I say cautiously as I put a hand on the doorknob. "Stay quiet, stay on the line. Mute yourself."
I put the phone on speaker and in my front pocket before opening the door.
"Sissy!" My heart stops as I enter the house and see the girl in a blue, bloody dress. Barely taller than me. "I missed you so much!"
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Bonus
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Bad ending
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Lisa Wilbourne POV
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"Keep it moving Taylor." I whisper.
Whispering is ineffective. If subject is close enough to catch you-
'I know! It makes me feel better so shut up!'
My power decides to play nice for once. Dining not to add any snark as I help Taylor onto the roof.
"Is this really a good idea?" Taylor asks as she looks around nervously.
Taylor is scared. Taylor doesn't want to die.
'I know that!' I think to my power as I hope it rains soon.
"She prefers ground and mid altitude parkour." I reassure my final teammate. "We should be safe here."
"Okay." She says uncertainly as she looks around, stopping as she looks out at the city.
I do as well. Taking in the surreal sight. Not five months ago, this was a normal city. Or, at least as normal as a parahuman filled city can get.
Then, Leviathan hit. And one person, one person who shouldn't have died, did.
Flashbang.
Now the city is half flooded, half covered in the most bizarro otherworldly plants their ever was to exist. Glowing, hallucinogenic, carnivorous, aphrodisiacal you name it! It's like a fantasy enchanted forest dystopia.
I, don't want to talk about what happened with the last one. But, she finds it funny when people lose themselves to whatever is present. Be it fear, lust, delusion, hunger. We're toys to her.
"It's so, weird." Taylor says as she walks to the edge of the roof and sits down. "Not even a year ago, and my biggest worry was whether or not a car was going to hit me on the way to school."
Taylor is venting. Taylor still has attraction to Lisa after the-
'We agreed not to talk about it!' I remind my power.
"I, understand what you mean." I say as I stand behind her. "I mean, a year ago I was busy thinking of the best way to get Alec to clean up after himself. Now, now he and Reiko are with her."
Alec really is a self serving sociopath. I always knew it, but a small part of me wanted to believe he wouldn't sell us out. Even while a large part of me knew he would. And that Reiko would follow him.
"How, what do we do?" She asks. "Where do we go from here?"
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The city's got a large plant wall surrounding it, and the bay has a wall of jellyfish that only lets fish in and out.
"I don't know." I answer as the sunsets and the plants start glowing various shades. From light blues, to pinks, to ethereal purples.
It looks so pretty, if not for how unpredictable it is down there.
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Bonus 2
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Kitsu (prototype/beta version)
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PRT Database
Dossier
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Kitsu
A-class
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual (Claims to be bi-curious)
Relationships: Is primarily a ward of the state of Massachusetts but maintains a close, almost parental bond with PRT capes Assault and Battery.
Age: 11-14, generally claims to be twelve, first appeared on May 11th, 2005, Boston.
Height: 4ft
Weight: 30-40lbs
Ethnicity: N/A, Appears Caucasian/Latino mixed.
Hair Color: teal at the root fading to emerald green at the tips.
Eye Color: Turquoise, Blue-Green
Unusual Features/Markings: Case 53, blue/green scales on her forearms, hips, cheeks, temples and patterned on her back. Avian clawed feet and large wings in place of typical arms. Wings are structured like a bat, but have feathers in various shades of green, blue, purple and red. A two foot long, green, scaly whip like tail. Serpentine pupils. Her jaw is dislocateable and her upper canine teeth are replaced with retractable fangs that house a mild numbing venom.
Classification:
Mover: 8 (Flight, super speed)
Brute/Breaker: 8 (High regeneration and self biokinesis)
Tinker: 4 (Has inconsistent "memories" of events she has no part in.)
Striker: 12 (Self biokinesis, and touch based biokinesis to manipulate others.)
Blaster: 6 (uses self biokinesis in very creative ways)
Changer: 4 (Self biokinesis)
Stranger: 2 (Likes to camouflage herself into corners.)
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Personal profile
Is highly energetic and cheerful though shows signs of mild sociopathy. Desires attention at all times and has made herself the mascot of the East Northeast Wards as a result. Performing concerts and building a social media following. She enjoys pranking on site staff and overall talking. Is a victim of the Slaughterhouse 9 and carries trauma from the event. Most notably automatonophobia and agoraphobia. Preferring not to deal with capes that have expressionless masks, and preferring more closed spaces.
After her recovery after the events aforementioned, she developed a close relationship to Assault and Battery. And has at times, called them Dad and Mom respectively, but denies it whenever called out.
She likes chocolate, scented candles, video games, blankets and romance books.
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A/N
For those wondering. Missy lied.
Missy stole her mom's dildo and used her powers to warp the lockers just outside of the camera's view. And stuff the dildo inside Ashley's locker.
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Kitsu is a bad influence on Missy.
That and her shard.
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Also, fun fact!
This Scarecrow, is gay. It just never came up, because it has no impact on the story whatsoever.
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I'm thinking of making a spinoff of this with the Prototype Kitsu.
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Questions!
For Kitsu!
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For NEWB!
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More comments! I want them all! Every one of them! Especially speculation, I love speculative comments.
Fuel me my NOOBIANS!
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Find me in my channel, newb's-grotto, on the discord.
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