-Early Morning, Dallon house-
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Kitsu POV
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I got up super early, the apprehension test is today and I think I have enough energy from the electric surge I got yesterday, but just to be sure however I ran over there and stuck a fork in the outlet again, switched the fuse box, rinse and repeat, might have stolen a pop tart. You can't prove anything.
After I woke up from being knocked out by the pain, I ran back to the Dallon house. And decided to start making coffee for my PanPan. I would cook, but it took me about half an hour to find the coffee. And I don't think I have the time to find everything. That, and I have to stand on a chair to reach the back of the counter. And I don't want to go through all that.
I really wanna make a good impression on these people, mostly Amy and Mark, maybe Carol. Fuck Vicky at this point, if it wouldn't end badly for me, I'd use my bio kinesis to make her fat or something.
"Stupid Vicky, *Mumble* tag *Mumble* she'll be it." I really don't like Vicky right now.
'I get that I'm intruding on her home life and taking the spot light away from her. But she is being unreasonably antagonistic!'
After making the coffee my ear swivels over as I hear footsteps coming from the hall. Turning around I see Amy, walking down with a baggy shirt and jeans.
"PANPAN!" I jump up.
"Don't yell, and don't call me that." 'Aw, she's still shy!'
Grabbing the coffee and pouring a mug, I hop off the chair and rush over to her handing her the cup.
She just stares at me. "Is that poisoned?" That's cute.
"Amy, if I wanted you dead, I would shake your hand and give you cancer by denaturing the telomeres in your DNA, you would die in a few months, and it would be deemed natural cause." I say with a smile. She just stared wide eyed. Then takes the coffee from me.
"Fuck it, if it is poisoned then at least it'll be quick." 'YES!'
"Yes!" I shout happily, step 1 to friendship is a go!
"What are you so happy about?" She said, eyeing me wearily.
"Because you accepted something from me! That means you trust me." I say with my tail wagging upwards happily. She just raises the mug to her mouth
"If cuteness could be weaponized." She says quietly taking a sip.
'Who says I'm not weaponizing it, I got into your house didn't I' I think to myself. And my happy mood is ruined by Vicky walking in. Wearing light-blue skinny jeans, and a blue band T-shirt.
"Oh, it's you." My tail and ears drooping with my smile.
"What is that supposed to mean!" She says stomping over to me.
"Just what I said, it's you." I say innocently, cocking my head to the side. "Are you not you? Are you a shapeshifter pretending to, be you? OH! Maybe your name is Yu! And you ARE, a shapeshifter and you got surprised because you thought I called you out! If you are a shapeshifter, can you be a nicer version of Vicky?" I am completely chewing this scene; the look of offense and confusion is priceless.
*SCHNRT*
Snapping my head over to Amy, who is covering her mouth.
She notices us looking, and likely my widening smile, and just coughs, looking away.
"This coffee is shit." She says. Not looking at us.
"Language~." I say cheekily.
"English, now fuck off." She finishes her coffee before continuing. "Alright Vicky, can you give me a ride to school with you?"
"Yeah, sure thing. Anything to get away from this gremlin." She makes it sound like a bad thing. I get an idea. Amy walks away towards the door. I enhance my perception and grab Vicky's hand.
I see inside her body, someone's a few days away from a period, let's speed that up, and let's facilitate a mutation on a few melanocytes on her face, right on the nose. In layman's terms, I'm speeding up her period to happen in a few hours, hopefully in the middle of school, and giving her a mole on her nose. Amy could probably fix the second problem, but the first? I don't know. Maybe.
I can't just make her fat out of nowhere, that would be way too noticeable, but periods happening early every once in a while? And skin cells can mutate overnight all the time.
Letting my perception drop and letting her hand go I just smile up at her.
"What?" She says, looking at me weirdly.
"I'unno, just thought I'd high five you. And messed up." she just rolls her eyes.
"Fuckin weirdo." She says as she walks off.
I just sit at the table and wait for Carol and Mark as I think about what is about to happen. When a few minutes later Vicky stomps back in, passes me, and goes to her room. A few minutes later she steps out in darker baggier pants, goes across the hall to the bathroom. And after that stomps back out.
"What happened?" I say confused.
"None of your business brat."
'Okay, I know she didn't start yet so- Amy.'
I'm an idiot, Amy probably got close to her, touched her, and immediately knew what was about to happen, and warned her. Probably fixed the wart before it could pop up too.
"Darn it."
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-Time skip, Midday-
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Turns out Amy and Vicky are the only early risers in the Dallon house. As Mark and Carol got up an hour later at like nine. We had breakfast, Toast and cereal, and headed over to The Rig. We head to a designated parking lot and got picked up by a helicopter.
'That has to be the most inefficient method of travel. I mean isn't jet fuel expensive? I hope they had Armsmaster work on all the helicopters to enhance fuel efficiency.'
Whereas in Boston the PRT was based in a courthouse looking building, here in Brockton Bay It has a more modern, geometric shape to it, looks more like a police station, mixed with a hospital. Oh, and it's in the middle of the bay and on what looks like an oil rig platform. Mark is here, he was going to stay home, but I encouraged him to come.
We fly down on the helipad and walk out to the entrance, it's a rather sunny day, makes the fact that I'm running a high temp from all the energy stored in me even more annoying, to mitigate this I illusion up a paper fan and start using it. Of course, the PRT officers at the front take offense to me using my powers and aim guns at me.
"Go ahead and shoot me, you'll be the ones to explain to Pigot why I destroyed the front doors." The both paused at that. Looking to each other they lower their guns.
"Wunderbar! Let's get this show on the road." As I go to walk up the steps into the building, a familiar figure in blue armor steps out.
"ROBOCOP!" I shout, jumping up. Hoping to piss him off.
"Armsmaster." He grits out.
"Aaawww." I say as I slump.
"Pfft." Mark almost laughs.
"Mark!" Carol whispers at him.
"I-I'm, I just need a second. That caught me off guard."
After composing himself we walk up the steps and meet with Armsmaster. Carol and Mark are left somewhere else to file some more paperwork, something about using PRT equipment and NDA's about it. He guides us inside and past a few desks and to a big set of doors. Inside was a massive room, it was pretty much a replica of the training room in Boston, just a little different. There was a bunch of equipment in the room. From what looks like a
Turning to Armsmaster I ask the blaring question.
"You're not gonna try and foam me again, are you?"
"That was a hacker-" I cut him off.
"That's a lie and we both know it. Where's Dragon, I haven't seen her in years?"
*Krzzt* the intercom blares.
"I'm here, the director thought it prudent for to oversee and analyze the tests." There's the A.I. Waifu!
"Oh, how are you?"
There was a noticeable pause.
"I am, good?" She said perplexed.
"Are you?" I just wanna mess with someone.
"Why do you ask?"
"I wanted to know if you got with your crush yet." 'Gremlin mode, activate.' I think mischievously
"HOW DO YOU?! *Ahem* What do you mean?" I just smile.
"Hey Armsmaster, what's that?" I point behind him. As soon as he turned, I pointed at him and smiled at the nearest camera.
"That is a wall, let's go, we've delayed enough." He marches over to a set of bars and grabs them.
'Man, this guy is as oblivious as a Shonen protagonist.'
The tests then went as follows.
Strength test, using tungsten pressure sensors, I broke the sensors.
A standard G.E.D. Test. I got flying colors, but absolutely bombed the history segment, everything past the fifties is different.
Then a predictor test where it felt like the world's biggest mousetrap game. I failed.
A stress test, they just kept firing a laser at me to increasing levels of force, giving me free energy. They had to stop at a certain point when the lights started to flicker. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as electrocution. They tested my illusions; I made sure not to show them anything they haven't seen already. Glass Storm, Decoy, and Glass Plane and Glass Sword are all I've shown. Though I am working on more, like a Glass Drill, and refining my Glass saucer.
This train of events went on and on until we finished with a stamina run on the treadmill. The entire test took about four hours, two of them were the stamina running, and I just hopped off the treadmill because I was bored. I learned how to absorb the heat I produce a while ago, it's not perfect and it's a series of diminishing returns, not a perfect feedback loop of endless energy. Although it does keep me cool.
"Why did you stop?" Armsmaster says.
"I'm bored, and let's be honest, this is enough for you to understand my basic capabilities."
"Dragon?" He shouts out.
"She's not wrong. We have the data for a baseline of her physical capacities. And the data we already have on file is enough to form a rating file." Her Newfoundland accent sounding out over the speakers.
"Out of curiosity, what is my threat rating?" I genuinely want to know what they have for me.
"I literally cannot tell you that."
"LAME!" I shout at the ceiling. I'll just call Wade later and get the info from him. Haven't talked to him in a while, wonder how he's doing.
I'm starting to get hungry,
"Hey, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?" I say directing myself towards the nearest camera.
Dragon comes out over the speakers again. "The cafeteria is open all day."
"These terms are acceptable." I say haughtily, turning to Armsmaster I hold out a hand daintily. "Your princess gives you permission to escort her, oh knight of the halbeard." I love being dramatic.
He just stares at me before turning and walking to the door. 'Jeez, would it kill him to play along just a little?'
"Follow me." He goes further and steps out the doors.
"I don't know what you see in him. You could totally do better." I regard the nearest camera again.
"He's a lot better when you get to know him." She says, almost like she was apologizing for him.
"He acts like an A.I., one with a poor understanding of human social, everything." Yes, I said A.I. in front of Dragon on purpose.
Armsmaster pops back into the room. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, yeah." I walk over to him. As soon as he turns around, I jump onto his shoulders and my upper body on his head.
"What the?!" He goes to throw me off, but I enhance my strength to stay latched on. "Why are on me?"
"I'm tired! I don't wanna walk, and you make a decent mobile platform." I'm not tired, I just don't wanna walk.
"No, now get off." He says.
"Okay, how about this, look at it this way. I am content to stay here, as long as I am here, you know exactly where I am, you know I'm not wandering off. And if I leave, you'll know exactly when. Efficient, no?" He pauses. I am playing a dangerous game here, throwing these terms out towards the individuals they specifically apply to.
"Fine." But it's so much fun!
"Yay! March my minion!" Pointing forward.
"Don't push it."
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Theresa "Dragon" Richter POV
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'She knows.'
Somehow, someway, Kitsu knows not only that she is an A.I. but she also knows Collins tinker specialty.
She knows so many things she shouldn't.
"There was Panacea's sexuality, Vistas identity, Static Shocks as well, now she knows my own, secret, and Collins specialty."
A precog? Or an advanced postcog? This requires further investigation. In the best case scenario, she's a limited precog that can be maneuvered around. Worst case, she's a postcog, and any secrets they have are potentially open knowledge to her.
'A problem for later. Right now, there is something more pressing.'
Triple checking the feed to make sure it's recording to separate software location, for security reasons! I continue to record the halls. With Kitsu smiling atop a dutiful Armsmaster.
'SOOOO CUTE!' She didn't care what others had to say, he was a good guy under all that grumpy gruff peacekeeper exterior.
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Kitsu POV
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There was no reason for this, other than to see if I could. But it was fun none the less. Uncomfortable for sure, but I took joy in the stares we were getting. In case it wasn't obvious, I love being the center of attention, it's addictive.
The only thing that would make this better is if I was riding on RoboCops shoulders. I could then die happy, if I could die.
We finally made it to the cafeteria, and I spot him. Jumping off Armsmasters shoulders and parkouring over a few tables. I tackle my target in a grapple, knocking them off their seat.
"SURPRISE HUGS!" I say just as I latch on from behind.
"WOAH!" He shouts before involuntarily electrocuting me, not as bad as a surge so I stay clinging.
"Holy shit!/ What the heck!" and a cacophony of other exclamations of surprise sound out.
I had spotted one of my favorite heroes, the one I had failed to get an autograph from. Static Shock! And I most likely set off the others, seeing as I am being pulled off by two armored guys, one I recognized as Gallant, and I don't know the red one. Most of the Wards are here. They pulled me off of Static, and Gallant is now holding me up, not surprising seeing as I don't weigh a lot. 'I need to weigh myself sometime'
"Hi Gallant, how are you?" I say cheekily. I can see from the corner of my eye that Armsmaster is talking on some sort of radio built into his helmet, that or he just likes touching the side of his head while moving his lips.
"Kitsu." He says questioningly. "What are you doing here?"
I grin and throw my arms up while he is still holding me. "Surprise hugs for my favorite living hero!" Unless Spider-Man exist in this universe, and I haven't found him yet.
I hear Static get up and exclaims quietly. "Well, boost my ego a bit." while dusting himself off.
Gallant just sighs and looks to the red armored gut. "He means what are you doing here? As in, what are you doing at The Rig?" Red suit says.
"Firstly, who are you?" I ask.
Vista and Clockblocker just laugh with Clock going "Oof, shown up by the new guy!"
"I'm Aegis, leader of the Wards here in Brockton?" He says, expecting me to recognize him.
"OH! You're the guy that sees out his skin when people flash you!" I say in a purposefully confusing way.
"What?/Pfft!" Clock is the one that did a spit take.
"Nope, not gonna do it, not around the kid." Clockblocker says.
Vista looks up at him with a smirk. "So you do have a limit."
He looks down at her. "I'm not gonna say dirty shit in front of an eight year old."
'That's what their talking about?' I think.
"Twelve! Why does everyone think I'm so young? I don't even have much baby fat on me." It's true, I look, and am dressed, like a shorter and blonder Irida.
Vista just snaps her head to me. "Wait, you're only a year younger than me?!"
"Yeah, I'm a Case 53! We're not exactly known for our 'Average Appearance'. Besides, I look like this because I wanna!" I say haughtily at the end.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Aegis asks.
'Oops. I said too much. Mitigate, MITIGATE!'
"I create illusions, how do you know what you're seeing is the real me? Maybe I'm a brunette? Maybe I'm super-hot and just look this small because it's easier than being ogled at by perves?" I say with false confidence. 'Please buy it.'
"Yeah right." Clock says.
At that I enhance my arms and legs, launch myself out of Gallants hands. I ball up in the air, create a flash of light, go invisible and leave a decoy of an older and much more, filled out, version of myself while I scoot carefully across the table towards the edge.
"I am right." Decoy me says in more mature tone of my voice. Sauntering towards Clockblocker. "I like it when a good little boy like yourself can recognize what is-" *Shatter*
'What?'
I look back to see Vista had broken the illusion with a chair, and Gallant was staring in my direction.
"Kitsu, I- my tech can sense emotions, I know where you are, and I know when something isn't a real person." oh right, he pretends to be a tinker.
'Damnit.' I think. I sit cross-legged on the edge of the table and dispell the invisibility. "It was just a prank?" I shrug nervously.
Clockblocker, who was shrunken back in his chair, just looks over at Vista.
"You couldn't let it last just a little longer." At that Vista just raises the chair menacingly.
"I'll be good!" He shouts quickly raising his hands.
"I ship it." I say out loud.
"What?!" Vista says turning to me with a blush. Chair still raised.
"Nothing!" I say quickly. Being whacked with a chair is not on my to-do list today.
Aegis just steps around Gallant. "Kitsu, please answer the question, why are you here, at The Rig?"
"Hmm? Oh, I'm taking the apprehension test." Everyone got quiet, and Vista dropped the chair.
"Does, that mean your joining the Wards?" Gallant asked.
"What? No! Eww! I don't wanna join a group just so I can be paraded around as a mascot and be railroaded on what I'm allowed to do, only to eventually end up stifled as they keep me from ever really helping others because they 'Can't risk a PR scandal with the Youth Guard.'" I say mockingly.
Vista just looks down with a frown.
"Then why are you taking the test?" Aegis is the first to regain his composure.
"I'm looking to gain citizenship, due to my Case 53 status I needed to take the test in order for the government to get a baseline of my physical capabilities." I say calmly. I can't wait to see their reaction to me dropping the bomb, that I'm joining New Wave. I personally am surprised more Case 53's haven't joined New Wave, their whole thing is about taking accountability for Cape action, no secret identities and all that. And in case it wasn't obvious, Case 53's don't get to have secret identities. Even with my shapeshifting, my immortality works by keeping me in a static state of being, if I fall asleep or go an extended period without reworking it, I'll turn back to my fox-like appearance.
In other words, my own immortality, prevents me from changing myself for long. Kind sucks.
"Why would you need citizenship? Looking to get a credit card? Last I checked you just stole everything you needed." Clockblocker finally pipes up.
"Oh, well Stopwatch." I start.
"Hey"
"It's not a good look if New Wave's newest member is an illegal alien." 'That and I think Mark wants to adopt me.'
"..." Everyone goes quiet. Aegis, the only one with visible eyes, just widens his to comical proportions.
'I wonder if I could revive the New Wave movement? Maybe that's why they're are scared.'
Or maybe they're just surprised at me joining an established group after years of avoiding the PRTs attempts to both capture and or recruit me, it really depended on where I was and which director was calling the shot in the area. The Midwest seems united in trying to capture me, maybe force me into a deal like they did to Madcap who turned into Assault. The West Coast wants nothing more than to recruit me, and I feel I could get each director's right hand lobbed of on a silver platter if I asked in exchange for my recruitment, the East Coast can't seem to make up its mind.
*RRM* *RRM*
As I was thinking this a siren goes off. 'My poor ears!'
Dragon's voice floods the intercom.
"Will the following Wards please report to dispatch, I repeat will the following Wards please report to dispatch. Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. I repeat Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. Will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. I repeat will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. Assault, Velocity, and Battery. I repeat Assault, Velocity, and Battery."
"What's going on?" I say slightly panicked.
"Don't know, no time, gotta go." Gallant says as he gets up and rushes out. Along with Aegis, Vista, Clockblocker, and Static Shock. Now I'm curious. What could cause so many of the Wards and Protectorate to be called in?
*RINNNG*
My phone rings to the tune of Boom Boom Pow. Looking at the Caller I.D. I see its Wade. Weird, he never calls me, I only ever call him.
"Hola Kemosabe! Watcha want Wade, wanna willfully. Uh, I ran out of alliterations." I intone.
"Hey just a heads up, you're living with the Dallons, right?" A young voice responds dispassionately.
"I wanna know how you know that later, but yes." It doesn't surprise me he knows. He probably hacked my phone's GPS and cross referenced the address with local identities, if it's in a computer somewhere, Wade will know, and if it's not, he'll find out. It just sucks that he charges a premium for info.
"Yeah, just thought I'd let my favorite client know that the merchants are currently attacking Medhal General Hospital. And Panacea is currently there." He says calmly.
I won't lie, I mentally blank for a few seconds.
"Kitsu?" He asks. "I'm a, just, hang up now."
*Click*
'Someone is going to die~'
Enhancing my speed and perception I absolutely tear through the PRT building, enhancing my durability and jumping out a window. Cutting off the enhancements I fall towards the bay below, creating a procedural slide with my illusions, creating more in front and destroy what's behind to preserve energy. I do this to ride out the velocity from the fall and preserve as much energy as I can before creating my invisible Glass Saucer and fly forward.
'I'm gonna do some evil shit, do da~ do da~. Don't care if I get away with it, oh the do da day~.'
[Concern; Inquiry, Plans?]
Now that we're away from all the capes [Conduit] speaks up.
"Simple, I'm gonna murderise any and all who dare harm my cute little healer." I say sweetly. "I just got this life on a decent track. And I am going to make it abundantly clear to all who dare endanger that way of life, consequences and punishments will be dealt liberally." I normally only think to [Conduit] but talking is rather cathartic right now.
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-Meanwhile-
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Vista POV
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We are currently situated in dispatch, on the top floor next to the helipad enterance. Armsmaster and Dragon just gave us all the details. The Archer's Bridge Merchants are attacking a hospital for and stealing all the drugs locked up in the place, considering it's an extension of Medhal Pharmaceuticals, it has a lot. And they're doing it by freezing the place out. Reports say they froze the door and burst through with one of Squealers Tinker-Tech armored vans. After that Skidmark, Scarecrow, Trainwreck, and Porcupine, started raiding the place with about two dozen or so junkies.
'This was ridiculous. Apparently, the Merchants up and decided to attack Medhal for a drug run. And we're just sitting here?'
I can't stand the inaction and I make that clear to Armsmaster. "Sir, we can't just stay here and do nothing! People are dying! We should be saving them, it's a hospital they're attacking!"
He looks to me. "Vista I under-"
*BRRRM*
Whatever he was about to say is cut off by red flashing lights and an alarm I'd never thought I'd hear. That was the security alarm, and it meant someone or something broke through the wall of The Rig.
"DRAGON!" Armsmaster shouts through the alarm. "What is going on?!"
The alarm shuts off. And the speakers sound up.
"It's, kind of a false alarm?" Dragon sounded unsure.
"What do you mean, kinda?" Clock said, saying what most of us were no doubt thinking.
"Well, no one broke in per se, but someone sure as heck broke out. After the Wards got called in Kitsu got a phone call. Part way through she went stoneface and, ran out the window."
'What? Weren't those windows made from Tinker-Tech?'
"Where was she headed?" Armsmaster asks.
"Her trajectory put her on course towards, Medhal." If Dragon were here in person, she imagined she would be trying to hide behind a clipboard.
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"Wards to the helipad, the Merchants walking away with a bunch of drugs we can deal with, we cannot deal with an irate Kitsu on a warpath."
'That was what got them moving! People dying was acceptable, but Kitsu getting involved meant go for it?!' As I was internally screaming at the bullshit around me Armsmaster continued.
"Assault, take Gallant, Vista, and Clockblocker with you to try and intercept Kitsu if possible, try and calm her, failing that, engage to capture." Clockblocker jerked at that.
"NOPE! Nuh-uh, not happening!" He stands up making a serious of gesture to mean no.
"Clockblocker that is an order." Armsmaster says firmly.
"And I invoke my right to deny any non-essential mission. The capture of a cape who is not actively, at this moment, threatening lives, counts as non-essential."
'Wow, I didn't think Dennis paid any attention to the rules they read him during orientation.'
"Hrrm, fine. Assault, take Velocity, Gallant, and Vista. Same orders."
"Got it boss man." Assault fake salutes.
"Battery, you're with me, we're headed straight to Medhal."
'At least I'll be doing something today.' I think glumly.
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-Meanwhile, again-
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Kitsu POV
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Once I pass the bay's waterfront, I hit the rooftops and start running. I'm not able to maintain any illusions with my current state of panic and anger. So, I don't. I'm jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Creating platforms wherever needed. I have the energy to keep going all the way to the hospital and back so I'm not too worried, but better safe than sorry.
As I keep running and hopping, I hear something, unusual tailing behind me. Enhancing my perception further so I don't trip and ragdoll down the side of a building. And I see a, ghost man? He like, he's running super fast, but he's transparent almost. Then I remember who he is, Velocity. So, the heroes are finally on their way, that's good.
With the knowledge that I might have backup invigorating me I run even faster. Then I feel, sad? Now I'm happy, and now I'm PISSED. Turning around and skidding to a stop to see what the hell is going on I get scared as I'm hit with a yellow beam. And now it makes sense. Gallant, and he just rolled up from one roof to another, likely Vistas doing.
"What are you doing!" I shout with a slight crack in my voice. How long does fear last? Please don't be long, I hate this.
"Kitsu, we've been told to stop you from making the situation worst." Gallant says.
My eye twitches as I can't help but think of the audacity of the PRT at how they just up and think they can do this. I see Vista rock up in the background using her trippy as hell spatial distortion. She just hangs in the back. And I see Assault launch onto a rooftop. Great, any illusions I make, Vista will be able to tell they're not real due to her power saying she can distort space around them. And any attacks I throw out could be intercepted by Assault. Beating them is going to be tricky, but then again, I don't have to beat them, I just have to outrun them. And with fear fading, Gallant inadvertently gave me a clear head.
I just look around them and regard Gallant with a smug little smile. "Well then, catch me if you can!" I turn and hear him smack into a Glass Pane I made in front of him. Oh, I wish I could see it. But I gotta go, Amy is in danger, she refuses to use her power for any other purpose than to heal, and the Merchants are some of the sickest individuals out there. There's no telling what they'll do to her.
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Bonus
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Carol Dallon POV
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Almost done with the metric shitload of paperwork, I can't help but think of how I got myself into this mess.
'Oh right, I fell in love a man who has the biggest bleeding heart ever.'
Now here I am, at PRT headquarters with said man next to me in a chair, as I fill out all the necessary requirements to make us the caretakers of one Kitsu. The only upside to this is that Kitsu listens to Mark for whatever reason, she was betting Kitsu latching on to Mark out of a need for a parental figure. That and Kitsu is easily bribed, mostly with food and TV time. She's genuinely rather polite, when she isn't trying to antagonize Vicky. But maybe that's a good thing. Victoria needs to learn not every problem can be solved with brute force.
*RRM* *RRM*
"What's going on?" Mark inquires.
"It's just the dispatch alarm Mark, they sound it when they need to send a bunch of off patrol capes out. Probably a cape fight that needs broken up at the Docks." I say. I just now realized that Mark has never been to the PRT HQ.
Then we hear Dragon
"Will the following Wards please report to dispatch, I repeat will the following Wards please report to dispatch. Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. I repeat Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. Will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. I repeat will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. Assault, Velocity, and Battery. I repeat Assault, Velocity, and Battery."
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"Okay, that is a bit much for a single cape fight, maybe Lung is involved?"
"Carol, I have a bad feeling about this."
I do too, I've only been here a few times, mostly to fill out paperwork to keep Vicky out of jail for breaking PRT equipment. But I've only ever heard at most three or five called to dispatch.
Then the lights flash red.
*BRRRM*
Not long after it started it stopped.
"What was that one?" Mark asks.
"I, don't know. I've never heard that one."
*Ring*
My phone goes off, I answer it.
"Uh, Mrs. Dallon?" I hear Dragon.
"Yes?"
"I'm not supposed to do this, but the first alarm was for an attack on Medhal General Hospital."
I feel a small pit form in my stomach. 'isn't that where Amy works?'
"Okay?"
"And the second one was an automatic alarm that was set off due to someone breaking in. Or it's supposed to be. I'll just say it, Kitsu broke out of the building and ran off towards Medhal."
"What!?" I yell. 'I'm not sure how I should feel about that.'
"What? Dear what is it?"
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