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Kitsu POV
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I hate this. I'm sat in an office between Mark and Carol staring at a lady, a Ms. Cope by the desk plate, who keeps looking back to me nervously. I've never really considered it, what with the fact that I am under 5 feet tall and, in my own humble opinion, Adorable. But regular people seem to be terrified of me. I guess that video of me punching Behemoths head off really left an impact, and then there was Eagleton, I guess.
"So, Mrs. Dallon, with the, um, with the current circumstances, Kitsu would need to take an apprehension test with the PRT, to, gauge her powers, either that or give a full detailed description of all her powers." She says nervously.
"Hmm, no way around it in this case?"
"I'm afraid not, there is no loop hole in this case, it's a safety measure in the event that the individual ever become, unstable." She glances at me.
"I'm not gonna eat you." I speak up.
"Oh! I meant no offence! I just, never met a Case 53 and, never mind." She makes a point to not look at me anymore.
I turn to Carol. "What's the apprehension test?"
"It's a series of test over sighted to determine your capabilities. Basically, they want to see what you can do."
"I'm fairly certain I've shown them what I can do."
"In a controlled environment where they can accurately measure you? I don't think you have." I'm starting to see where Amy got part of her attitude from.
"Is there any way I can get out of that?" I really don't wanna go near the PRT, unless it was to mess with them, cuz fuck'em.
"No, there isn't, even if you get your citizenship through them, the test is mandatory." Ms. Cope says apologetically.
I need a way around this. I've deliberately kept the method to my powers hidden. Any time I ran out of energy or I think the opponent will figure out it out, I flee. It was why I always fled from Assault when he showed up, his power to redirect energy would let him easily pick up on the inconsistency and eventual decrease in force or output as a fight goes on.
'Maybe I could just get Vicky or Mark to hit me a bit before I go take the test, if I store up enough energy it could last me through the test. Or I could electrocute myself, that's always fun.' I think sarcastically.
Last time I was electrocuted I was fighting Behemoth, it knocked me out from the pain, then woke me up from the pain, and I decided playing the long game with glass daggers was over rated and wanted to be done with it before he could try that shit again.
"Hmm, okay. But! I want Dominoes." 'What? I like pizza, and there is no way I'm getting out of this without running away. Might as well get something out of it.' I can't run away, not now, that would just alienate me from the Dallons. And I need to be close to them so that I can try and help them, and possibly avoid the shit storm that is Gold Morning, or at least mitigate some of the damage from it. Maybe save Taylor. Definitely gonna try and save Amy, and the others that died during Leviathan at least, and I'm gonna kill Jack, that should buy the world a few years, hopefully.
Mark smiles at me. "I'm sure we can get some on the way home." That makes me pause.
Home, when was the last time I had one? I, don't think I ever had one in the five years I've been here.
"Okay, with that I just need some basic information. Gender?"
"Uh, girl." At least she asked.
"Height?"
"Four feet, not including the ears" I'm smol.
"Weight?"
"Uh, I never checked."
"We can leave that one blank for now."
"Age?"
"Eleven." Well, this body is chronologically eleven, physically twelve, and mentally twenty-ish.
"Okay, unusual features?"
"Fox ears, no human ears. Slitted pupils, elongated canines. And fwuffy fox tail!" I say bring my tail up and hugging it.
"Okay, just about done here." How do people type so fast? I could barely get out ten words a minute.
(A/N the most relatable I've ever made Kitsu in relation to myself)
"Shouldn't all this be done at, like, a doctor's office?"
"It can be, or I can save everyone the trouble and have one of my friends retroactively approve the info." She says without looking up from her computer.
"I'm pretty sure that is illegal." I say.
"Kitsu." Carol says.
"What?"
"Stop."
I stopped. 'Better get my pizza.' I pout.
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-Later that day-
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'I got my pizza! Mushroom stuffed crust!' I think happily while eating said pizza.
I'm sitting in the Dallon house kitchen, with Victoria glaring at me and Amy just giving me resting bitch face. Mark is here too, he's at the counter doing dishes and talking to Carol.
I hold out a slice to Amy "Pizza?"
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"No." Aww, she's shy, or still mad at me.
Victoria looks like she's had enough. "Can someone please tell why the brat is here?!"
Mark piped up first. "Because she was homeless, out of options, and we help people."
"Your father convinced me. Said it would be good for the New Wave image, Sarah agreed." Carol piped in.
Vicky stands up from the table. "This is bullshit!"
"You're just jealous you don't get pizza! Mlnn!" I stick out my tongue.
"Vicky, Kitsu, be nice." Mark said. Finishing up the dishes.
"I don't see why I should have to!"
"Because I live here now? And last time we fought you got foamed to a street lamp?"
"Are you trying to pick a fight?" She glares.
"Are you?" I eat a slice of pizza. I was about throwing a piece at her, but I thought better of it.
"Maybe!"
Carol steps in. "Vicky, Kitsu, knock it off."
Amy gets up from the table. "If you need me I'll be in my room."
"Wait. Don't go PanPan! Stay, I have so much to offer you! Like a slice of pizza!" I am just hamming it up at this point. This is the longest I've interacted with anyone in person that didn't end in a fight.
"Don't call me that." She didn't look at me. And kept walking down the hall.
"I love you! Goodnight!"
*Slam*
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"I don't think she likes me."
"I wonder why." Vicky retorts.
I just sit there and continue to eat my pizza. This is rather nice, not having to worry about anything. No PRT to try and capture me, no aggravated or fearful citizens upset I broke into their kitchen, no cops trying to arrest me for stealing food. This is nice. After finishing my pizza, I get up, breakdown the box and throw it away.
"Thank you for the food!"
"You're welcome Kitsu, now we would like ask you a few things." Mark says.
He goes over to the table and sits down, same as Carol. I go back to my seat.
"We would like to know your powers." Mark says. Looking dead serious.
"Aren't I going to take a test for this?" I ask. 'Where are they go with this?'
Carol leans back and crosses her arms. "We all know you're going to at least try, to find a way to cheat the test." She says.
'Credit where it's due, she's right.' I have a choice here, lie, and ostracize myself if they ever find out. Or tell the truth and reveal a secret I've tried to keep for years. At this point, I'll be honest, if my lie is ever uncovered, I could lose ALL the goodwill Mark is extending to me with all this.
"You have to promise you won't tell anyone, ever, even if you think it would save me." I say seriously, narrowing my eyes to be slits. When I say that, I mean my pupils actually do that, yeah I can dilate my slitted pupils on command, screws with my vision but I imagine it looks cool and or intimidating.
"Okay." Mark says. But I just stare at Carol.
"..." Okay Imma pull another dick move.
"Trust is a two way street Carol, I need some before you get some, you have to give some." The way she glared, I'm lucky she didn't have laser eyes, or I'm pretty sure my immortality would have met its match.
Even Mark is staring between us wide eyed.
After a long second, she finally speaks. "Fine."
"And I'm only telling you two." I look pointed at Vicky who just rolls her eyes and gets up. Waiting for her to leave the room.
Here we go. "Okay, first off I can't die."
Carol starts rolling her eyes "Kitsu just because you have a high brute-" I cut her off.
"No, I mean part of my power, my main one, is preventing me from ever dying, I could drown, be incinerated, launched into space, be eaten by Leviathan, struck by lightning. I won't be physically harmed, I can get sick oddly enough, but anything that would be lasting just, goes away. Still hurts though."
Mark and Carol stare at me wide eyed. They say nothing so I continue.
"Apart from it hurting me, I absorb energy and use it to empower myself."
"Like Assault?" Mark asks
"No, he redirects kinetic energy, impacts and the like. I absorb and store all forms of energy acted upon me, mainly kinetic and heat, but I can also absorb electricity, sound, radiation, and more, just not as easily or efficiently. I then use the energy to enhance myself." No need to tell them that I slowly loose the stored energy as excess heat, it's why I wear what I do, which is always shorts and sleeveless shirts, I get hot as hell! I measured my own temp once when I had electrocuted myself, knife in an outlet, and I found my body goes up to a resting 101 Fahrenheit when I don't use the energy! That's 38 Celsius! And I just felt a little warm.
Carol just rubs her temples as I explain. Seeing people's reactions to this type of stuff is fun! "And the other stuff?" She says tiredly.
"I can see inside people when I touch them and use the energy to rearrange things, I use a roundabout method with this to heal others, though if I'm honest, Clockblocker was the first time I tried it." And probably the last given how draining it was. It was a half-truth; I am essentially a watered-down Panacea.
"Okay no more doing that." She says sternly.
"No more healing people?" I say confused. I'd have thought with a second Panacea she would be over the moon.
"What she means is no more trying untested things on people out of the blue." Mark says helpfully.
"It's not like I ever planned on trying it, I just didn't wanna be the reason a Ward died."
"That's good." Mark says with a smile.
"Moving on, there is one more thing you're forgetting to mention." What could she? Oh! Right.
"Oh, the Illusions, so long as I have the energy stored, and can picture it, I can make hard light facsimiles of what I am thinking of, sight, sound, and touch. In other words, if I can see it in my head, I can make everyone else see it too. They're pretty fragile though. An unpowered punch wouldn't hurt them, but a swing from a baseball bat would outright shatter them." I'm almost finished.
I'm not telling them about my power to make others fall in love with me. I'll not say I never intend to use it, but awareness is its main weakness, and telling them I can make anyone fall in love with me is just asking for them to mistrust me and second guess every thought they have about me. Same with my ability to blend in and not be noticed by hiding my Case 53 features.
"So you're a combination of Amy, Assault, Nix, and Alexandria, on steroids?" Carol says looking down at the table while running her hands through her hair.
"I don't have an in-depth knowledge of biology like Amy, the impacts and hits still hurt, my illusions are made of refracted energy not smoke, and I can't fly, but yeah, that's about it." Add in a little Imp, who isn't a thing yet, and a minor HEAVILY restricted Heartbreaker, I take that back, who else can make others love them?
"Oh! And I can't get older." She shoots up a surprised look at me. Mark as well.
"What do you mean?" Mark asks with a tone I can't quite recognize.
"Just that, I am stuck this way, I can change my height, eye color, hair color, and proportions, but I will always end up defaulting back to this, and I don't change because it is painful. I just know I can." I can get older, but only if [Conduit] and I want me to. [Conduit] doesn't care, and I don't want to yet. I'm happy being a munchkin, people underestimate me, and I'm adorable! I still haven't been able to pull the who 'Oh you think you're soo cute?. - Bitch, I'm adorable' shtick yet. But if I ever do.
Both Carol and Mark are just staring at me. Carol gets up and walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine. She opens it, turns around and points to Mark.
"I just want to say, here and now, that this." She gestures to me. "Was your idea." She then takes a big swig straight from the bottle.
"What?" I say offended. "What did I do?"
"She's just jealous you don't have to grow up." Mark says placatingly.
'I mean, I don't age because I don't want to. But they don't need to know that. I wonder what Vicky is thinking? People seem to forget that my ears aren't just for show.'
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Victoria Dallon POV
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Hiding around corner I sneak back to my room and think on what I just heard.
'Holy shit. She knew Kitsu was powerful but, Immortality? As in, can't die, can't age, can't be injured? That's bullshit!' How was that fair! If I get hit twice, I get injured! And she simply can't be? What did she do to deserve that?
'No, that's not fair.' I think calmly, it's not like anyone got to choose their powers, hating her for her abilities would be kinda racist. In a sense.
"I need to tell Dean about this, maybe he'll know how to handle this." Pulling out my phone at shoot Dean a text.
(Hey gotta tell u sumthin)
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(What?)-D
(U know Kitsu? Apparently she's immortal)-V
(?)-D
(I need more context, technically Aegis is immortal. And its not all that impressive)-D
(She can't die at all. This isn't sum 'blind me I see out my skin' deal that Aegis has going on, she cannot be harmed)-V
(Ok that is a bit of a big deal. How do u know.)-D
Uh oh, she kinda forgot that she wasn't supposed to talk about Kitsu joining New Wave until the big reveal.
(I may have overheard it somewhere)-V
(Vicky, you know that's not right)-D
(What r u talkin bout?)-V
(Vicky)-D
(Did you spy on Kitsu?)-D
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(No?)-V
(Then how do you know?)-D
(Magic?)-V
(U know I have to tell Pigot right?)-D
Oh shit! If her mom found out she let this slip, she would ground her for life!
(YOU CANT MOM WILL KILL ME!)-V
(Why would she? What does she have to do with this?)-D
Shit!
(pls don't tell!)-V
(I have to. If I don't and they find out I'll be slapped with console duty like Static! Or worse suspended!)-D
(you'll get me in trouble!)-V
(I'll get me in trouble!)-D
(So!)-V
(No, this information is going straight to Director Pigot.)-D
(I'm never telling u anything again!)-V
(That was me, Armsmaster, Gallant has had his phone confiscated for being on it in a meeting. Also, thank you for the information.)
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She was so dead.
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-Next day-
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Kitsu POV
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1 pm, that's when I woke up, I went to bed at 10 pm. I slept in my own proper bed for the first time in years. And it was GLORIOUS! Until Carol woke me up, I was asleep so long she had thought I snuck out and left an illusion of myself in bed, so she slapped me. Not the best way to wake up.
I am now watching TV with her in the living room watching Kitchen Nightmares from Earth-Aleph. Pouting at her.
"You could have just shaken me awake." I say quietly.
"You can't be hurt, get over it."
I snap over to look at her "Just because it doesn't harm me doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!"
She raises an eyebrow at me. "How does that work? Sounds like a load of bull."
"Because my nerves still register the shock! The energy just doesn't linger long enough to cause a bruise or anything."
"Just shut up and watch TV, I'm expecting a phone call soon and you'll need to be quiet." 'Rude bitch, soon as I find ways of discreetly irritating you I will'
"Where's Mark?"
"Grocery shopping." She says plainly.
This woman has two modes, resting bitch, and active bitch.
'I guess it makes sense she would become a lawyer.' I turn back to the TV.
"Donkey!" Gordon says as he tosses a sandwich at someone.
*Shnrk* Ah, Gordon Ramsay, you will never cease to entertain me.
"Should I be concerned you find this funny?"
Without looking away from the TV I respond "Well, one of the first times I met Assault I threw a piece of pizza at his face."
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"If-" *RRRRIINNNGGG* Whatever she was about to say was cut off by her phone.
"Hello? Yeah, no, now's fine." She gets up and puts a hand over her phone. "Stay quiet."
She then walks out of the room to talk to whoever called her. I could eavesdrop, but Gordon is about to start announcing who's going home.
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Carols POV
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Talking to Sarah is always nice, right now they were discussing Kitsus' placement in New Wave.
"Yeah, she's just watching TV. If it weren't for the Case 53 aspect, she'd look like a standard kid."
"That's good, from what I'd heard she's a massive flight risk, whatever happened between her and the PRT the first time must have been exceptionally bad. I'm just glad she didn't join the Empire."
"Why would she? She doesn't seem to be that way, hell the night we offered to house her she broke in for a paper and pen to get an autograph from Static Shock. That new Ward who transferred."
"Oh, that is just adorable! I can just picture it." She said happily.
"It's annoying is what it is."
"Oh, don't be like that!"
"Anyway, what were you thinking? With her abilities she could easily clear out sections of the bay. Or help Amy in the hospital."
"Are sure it was the right move? Bringing her into New Wave? She has defied all my expectations of her, and I'm not sure that's a good thing."
"What do you mean?"
"I expected her to be a pain, wake up early, eat all our food, and make a mess, like a normal child. Instead, she has been completely tame, then only thing unusual was that she slept almost 15 hours, and then after that she just sat next to me watching TV, never asked for food, never asked to watch cartoons, all she did was ask where Mark was and try to talk with me."
"Isn't that a good thing? Why would it not? It sounds like she's taking the change in environment well."
"In case you forgot Sarah, she grew up orphaned, homeless on the streets, and constantly moving around from city to city her entire life since the PRT found her. She should be cagey, unstable, erratic, instead she is acting like well-adjusted little girl." It really was unusual, it was like she was used to living in a house, when to her knowledge, and everyone else's, she has been a street urchin her whole life, that kind of upbringing does not a normal child make.
"She's known to be unusually mature at times, maybe it's a part of her power? She is a grab bag cape, it's not out of the question for her to have a power that allows her to mentally adapt to new situations? I've heard weirder" If only it were that simple, that would explain everything, might even explain why she slept so long, if it were a mental rewiring sort of thing.
"No, not unless she lied about bits of her abilities." And with what she told her, there's not much for her to hide.
"What do you mean? You know what she can do?"
"Yes."
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"Well? What can she do?"
"I promised I wouldn't tell."
"Really? Can you at least promise me it's nothing unstable or dangerous?"
"That I can." Kitsu walked past me towards the door.
"I'm going out!" She says and walks out.
"Okay. Anyway, she's been well behaved and hasn't really caused any problems, it just has me worried she's planning something." I respond.
"Uh, Carol?" Sarah says over the phone.
"Was that Kitsu?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Did she just leave?"
'She did, why did I let that happen.'
"What! She just! I gotta go!" hanging up I rush out of the house only to see Kitsu gone. And Mark pulling into the drive way.
"Damn it!"
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Kitsu POV
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Interesting thing about my stranger power, if someone is distracted, they won't notice me unless I break their concentration. Walking to the door while Carol was on the phone and then leaving without her noticing me was easy, it was just a matter of her getting used to me being around, and thinking my appearance to be too outlandish.
'Besides, I told I was leaving and she said it was okay! I have a perfectly reasonable argument for not breaking the running off rule!'
As soon as I closed the door, I turned myself invisible and rushed over to the Delgatto house I'd been sleeping in before last night. I look through the window and wait for Mark and Carol to leave my view before I do anything else. Once I see them enter their house, I rush over to the Delgatto's kitchen and grab a fork.
"This is gonna suck!" I stick the fork in the outlet.
*ZZRT*
-Later-
'I will never get used to that.'
Waking up from the shock I see the clock on the counter, it's out.
'Looks like I caused a power outage in the house.' walking to the laundry room I switch the breaker off and on, restoring the power. Can't do to have my personal battery shutting down. I got enough to last me a day or two, if I don't use it. Newer houses have better surge protecters than older houses, so I didn't get as much as I would have from say, a house at the docks.
I look outside and see the sun is in the same spot and Marks car still in the driveway with the groceries in the backseat, looks like I haven't been out that long. Rushing out the missing window I run over to the car, sit on the roof and wait.
And wait.
And- oh! There's Mark and Carol walking out now.
Mark is looking behind him at carol as he walks out the door.
"I'm telling you she couldn't have gone far, if we just-" He looks ahead and sees me on the car. "Found her."
"Where the hell did you go!" Carol yells.
"Out. Like I said."
"Where?" She marches up.
"Here."
"Why didn't I see you when you I followed you out the door?" She's mad.
"Because I saw Mark in pulling up and wanted to surprise him, so I went invisible and ran around to the trunk to hide."
"Why did you leave?"
"Kitchen Nightmares was over; I couldn't find the remote. So, I was going to go and find something to do. You said okay. Oh! By the way can I help the PRT hunt Shadow Stalker, I heard about that and it sounds like fun."
I am full on trying to deflect here, I didn't think this far. And she is starting to scare me.
"Dear, maybe we should calm down first." Mark says, putting a hand on Carols shoulder.
Carol takes a deep breath. "Fine, but we will be talking about this later. Deal with your pet project."
'Okay, THAT was offensive!' I must've showed how offended I was because Mark just looked a me and smiled.
"Do you want to help me the groceries?"
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"Sure, why not." 'I hope they bought some pizza!'
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-Later, Nightfall-
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They didn't get pizza. We're eating baked potatoes with green beans, I loaded mine with cheese and butter. They're not bad, but, Carol is not a good cook. Victoria is here, Amy is absent. 'How does one mess up potatoes.' I think blandly.
"Where's Amy?"
"At the hospital." Carol said. She had sour cream and bacon bits in hers.
"Why? It's late." I know she pulls long hours, but it's almost 8 pm! On a weekend!
Vicky looks up. "Maybe she didn't want to eat with a stranger?"
'Oh? Two can play this game Glory Hole.'
"Maybe she didn't wanna hang around an overbearing sister who can't take a hint and stop trying to set her up." I say pointedly
"I'm only trying to help!" She shouts out. I know, but Vicky needs to realize that when people don't want help, you simply can't help them.
"Says the girl who couldn't even tell her own sister was uninterested in all they guys she threw at her!"
"Like you could do better!" She scoffs.
"Bet I could!" I really don't think I can, outside of blackmailing her into dating.
Carol goes to get up but Mark stops her.
"We should let them get this out of their systems." He said quietly.
"I'll not have them break anything." Carol whispers back.
"I don't think Kitsu would do anything, aside from earlier she's been nothing but well behaved." He reassures.
That made me happy. 'Love you too Mark! But I'm about cause your daughter some emotional damage!'
"It's not Kitsu I'm worried about." Carol hisses back. 'Oh.'
"I bet I could get Amy to date better than you could!" immature? Yes, but in order of who is on my shit list, Vicky is top of that list. Outside of nazis and pedos.
She leans back "Oh really? Little miss love guru, are we?" She says amusedly.
"More so than someone who can't keep a stable relationship." I say calmly, I bite my potato in victory. 'eugh, tinfoil.' picking the tinfoil out and continuing to eat. Victoria shoots up and goes to reach across the table, I close my eyes and create a plane of glass on top of her lap. Trapping her like a high chair meant for children. I folded the plane in on itself multiple times to increase its durability.
"What the?!" She shouts as she is forced down.
"Sit down!" Carol yells, before realizing Vicky was still seated. "Oh, uh."
"Let me up!" She yells at me. Thrashing against the invisible seatbelt.
"Carol said sit, so sit." I say smugly. If she were smart, she would just scoot back. Or break the chair, but then I would just move the plane, or create a second one, underneath, her. My eyes shoot open and I stand up.
"I have an idea!" I shout happily, losing focus and dropping the plane.
"Ragh!" Victoria flies up and goes to punch down on me.
"Victoria Dallon! Sit down now or so help me God!" Vicky stops at that, just floating in midair. Before she lowers down and sits back in her chair.
I stay in my position, wide eyed and slightly intimidated at Carol and how she can reign in Vicky like that.
"Can I go pick up Amy?" I say.
"How would you even do that?" Vicky seethes out.
I just wordlessly create a transparent glass plane under my feet and raise it, along with me, up.
"You can fly now?!" Vicky shouts.
"Great, more fliers, I have to go call Sarah." Carol gets up and leaves.
"Yes! Praise me mortals!" I laugh and stop just as I was about to hit my head on the ceiling.
'So glad I
"Kitsu, please sit down." Mark says. He finished his potato a while ago and had been collecting the dishes.
"But I just learned how to do this!" I whine.
"How are you doing that?"
"Oh, I'm creating a transparent illusion underneath me, and then just started moving it." I say now sitting on the edge instead of standing. I then start just moving around the room. I can't move the illusions very far from me, only about a hundred feet before they start to get muddled and inaccurate, though that range increases with energy. I kinda wanna fight Behemoth again so that I can absorb all the energy I can, I wanna try and throw him into the atmosphere by launching a platform under him.
Imma see how fast I can go.
"WEEEEEE!" Victoria reaches up and grabs my ankle.
"AAAH" I fall off and the glass saucer and onto the floor, the glass saucer dissipating.
"Vicky! Room! Now!" Mark Shouts.
"Fine! I was done eating anyway." She gets up and stomps away.
'I win!' In case It wasn't obvious, I don't like little miss Barbie Doll. While her being yelled at wasn't my goal, it still felt good to see her in trouble. I get up and looking over I see Vicky left her phone. And a notification just went off.
(3 new messages from: Ames)
"Wait, who'll go get Amy?"
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Amy Dallon POV
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"Where is she, why isn't she responding?"
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Bonus, kinda, more of a teaser,
WARNING. This gets a little dark, mentions drug use and manipulation of a minor.
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These people took her in, gave her flu shots, ones that made her happy instead of scared, made the whispers nicer. Though she was out and the funny man wouldn't give her more. And she hurt without it.
"Why? I, I, thought you were trying to help me."
"We is tryn'a help you, but you gotta helps us, this aint no charity." He said seriously with a frown.
"What, do you need help with?" He just smiled. That was good! If he was happy, he'd make her happy, right?
"That's what I'm talk'n bout!" He walks up and puts an arm around my shoulder. "You's sees, ol unky Skid is gonna give the lowdown. Money makes the world turn, without it, it stops, get it?"
"N-no, not really?" Her head hurt, she felt sick.
"We need money, no money, no drugs."
"Drugs?" weren't those bad, she wasn't taking drugs, was she? 'Mama would know what to do. I, I miss Mama.'
"Happy juice." 'Oh! That was fine, drugs were bad, and bad things make you sad, so the shots can't be drugs, he must've misspoken.'
"I, think I understand."
"Good, great! So ya see we needs the supplies, to make the money, and happy juice. And there's this nice little place in downtown that has all the supplies we need, nice little place, and we could use yous help to get the stuff."
They just need help getting more? Why didn't he just say so?
"I can help!"
"Fuckin ace!"
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