, May 28th, Boardwalk 9am-
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Kitsu POV
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Breakfast date with Missy! Yes!
Oh, Carlos is here too. Less yes.
I'm not in my hero outfit. I don't really patrol until midday today. So instead I'm in my Artoria Lily dress. The blue one. It's cute, in my opinion at least. Missy liked it. Though it wasn't the stunned look she gave to my Rosa or my May outfits.
Eh, they can't all be winners I guess.
"What can I get you three to drink?" The waitress asks casually.
Pigot's done an amazing job of getting heroes to be seen as regular people. Aside from the tourists and those coming to the boardwalk from poorer areas. Most people tend to regard us less as celebrities and more as the local popular kids.
"I'm just chaperoning this little date." Carlos says as he gestures a finger between me and Missy.
"I thought you said you were bored and were using this as an excuse to sit down." I point out, hoping to mess with him.
"It can be both." He says with a shrug. "I'm multitasking."
"Being lazy is what it is." Missy says under her breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that miss, I'm on my second date of the week while on my patrol?" He says and puts a hand to his helmet where his ear would be.
He's not being serious. All of the Wards tend to slack off on their patrols.
"It's better than having zero dates in the last two months." I shoot back.
Doesn't mean I'm not gonna protect my baby! Priorities people.
Carlos raises an accusing finger at me. About to try and say something. Before he gives up.
"Just got roasted by a child." He says in defeat. "My dad always said this would happen."
"Teenager." I correct.
"Um, should I, come back?" The waitress asks.
"No you're good." I say with a wave. "Just had to put the boy in his place."
I can see Carlos flipping me off in the corner of my vision. And I use my illusions to make it look pixelated.
"Okay then." She says with a smile.
Carlos is just trying to shake away the pixels.
"Um, I'll have some chai tea." Missy says.
"I'll take the mocha frappe with a double shot of expresso. Large." I say with a smile.
"Didn't your dad say no caf-" Missy starts.
"Finish that sentence and there will be no tail brushing tonight." I say quickly.
I want my caffeine!
Missy immediately goes quiet with a blush as she suddenly finds her lap more interesting than anything else right now.
I go ahead and let my pixel illusions disperse.
"Alright, I'll get those drinks for you while you decide on what to order." The lady says and leaves.
"So, tail brushing?" Carlos says with a raised brow.
"Don't be jealous a thirteen year old gets closer to. To. Um." I try.
I had something in my head. But halfway through saying it I forgot what I was going to say.
"I'll think of something later." I say and cross my arms in a huff.
"Uh-huh." Carlos says, unimpressed at my momentary lack of wit.
"Aren't you tired of third wheeling yet?" Missy suddenly says to Carlos.
"No, not really." He snaps back in an even tone. "I mean, I got literally nothing better to do."
"It's fine." I say. "He's just taking notes on how to treat a girl properly."
"From who?" He asks. "You, or Vista?"
"Yes." I answer simply.
We continue our threeway back and forth until the waitress comes back with me and Missy's drinks.
"I don't see how someone so small can handle so much caffeine." Carlos says as I get my large mocha frappe with a double shot of expresso.
"Keep talking about my height and I'll bring you down to my level." I say as I start sipping.
"Oh? How're you gonna pull that off?" He says jokingly.
"By pulling your legs off." I say with a shrug as I take out my phone.
After this little date, Missy and Carlos are going to finish their patrol until four. While I'm heading home and then back out to look for Blue Hawk at noon.
He's been out. It's just that he's switched up his routine and every time he's been spotted I've been too busy dealing with something else. Whether it's a robbery, a mugging, a police chase. Or I'm asleep at home.
It's like luck is one of his powers!
A-Train has been by once or twice. He's still impatient and annoying. But not so hyper fixated on Blue Hawk any more. Or he is and he's just hiding it really well.
As of right now I'm going through my phone as Missy gets her tea. Something I've learned is that Missy isn't usually a morning person. And is even less so when it's morning and she has to do patrols.
So, I'm looking up pick up lines. Right now is the perfect time! We're in public, chaperoned. She's tired and at her shyest and most vulnerable!
"Hey Vista!" I say excitedly.
"Hmm?" She perks up from her drink. "What's up?"
"Do you know CPR?" I ask.
"Yeah, basic first aid and emergency response is part of Ward training." She says nonchalantly. "Why?"
"Just making sure you know what your doing." I say cheekily. "What with how you're taking my breath away."
*Slam*
Carlos just slammed his hand on the table and is now laughing his ass off as he leans to steady himself on his knee.
Missy's mouth is stuck partly open as a blush slowly spreads across her face. It honestly looks like she's doing the human equivalent of buffering. Eventually she gets her thoughts back and slides down the chair she's in. Hiding herself as she gives a long squeal.
'Heh. This is awesome.' I think to myself as Carlos collects himself.
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-East Slums, 1pm-
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Joseph "Scarecrow" Crane POV
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'Where is she?' I ask myself as I walk through the slums to an abandoned apartment.
My men informed me that she's holed herself up in one of the run down apartments. A bad high and a bad episode saw her freak out and hide away.
Thankfully she didn't cause a blizzard in the process.
I walk up the step in my civilian clothes. A windbreaker and jeans. The windbreaker I'm wearing holds miniature canisters of condensed aerosols in the pockets. So that way I'm never unarmed.
Continuing my way up the building. With my breath getting more and more visible as I ascend the stairs telling me I'm in the right place. I reach the top level where the air is brisk yet stuffy. Not quite cold enough to frost over anything ,but cold enough that my breath is greatly visible. Even as I breathe through my nose.
I decide to open each door as I pass. Not knowing which one she could be in. Empty room after empty room of the dilapidated building. Finding nothing but rats, roaches, and cobwebs.
I finally find her in the fifth room I check. Curled up in the corner, scratching her arms. Her long, matted white hair covering her face as she mutters to herself.
"Maureen?" I call softly.
She doesn't respond. And I put my hand in my pocket. Finger on the canister of knock out gas.
"Mory?" I say softly as I walk closer to her.
She snaps up to me. Sweat dripped face and sunken eyes. Bags of sleep deprivation evident underneath her cold icy gaze.
"J-J-J-Joey?" She asks in a jittery voice.
"Yes, it's me. Joey." I say soothingly, plastering a placating smile on my face. "I heard you got scared."
"The, the, the voices." She says as she looks down. "They, they're not gone. They're g-g-getting louder. Why, are they?" She says disjointedly.
'That's withdrawal mixing with untreated schizophrenia.' I note with boredom.
I take my hand off the canister. Knowing how to handle this.
"What about your medicine?" I ask. "Haven't you been taking it?"
"I-I-I can't!" She cries. "I did what you s-s-said! B-but it won't go in anymore."
"Let me see." I say gently and extend my hand.
She shakily raises her arm. Covered in that same ratty, grimy and torn blue coat her mother got her. Though I imagine it no longer looks anything like it once did.
I accept her hand. And gently run my other arm up her sleeve. Staring at the bruise and spider veined arm.
'Just as I thought.' I think to myself with a note of annoyance. 'Collapsed vein.'
It doesn't look as though it'll be a problem. And if she's fine now then it's not causing circulatory issues. It's just a matter of letting it heal.
"Maureen." I say in a light, chastising manner. "What did I say about using it too fast?"
"T-t-to not to." She says with a note of fear in her voice, or is it shame?
Both work. So it doesn't matter.
"This is why." I say and trace the vein. "You put too much in at once. Your body can't handle that."
"I-I s-sor-ry." She cries. "I-it just, I the voices."
"Shhhhh." I calmly silence her. "It's alright. You made a mistake. It happens."
"You're, n-not upset wi-with me?" She snivels.
'Oh I'm livid at how high maintenance you're becoming.' I vent to myself. 'But you're too useful to let you ruin yourself.'
"No, your other arm. Have you tried that?" I ask her.
If her other arm is collapsed then I'll need to use her legs or hands. I'd rather not. Seeing as one requires me to undress a fourteen year old girl. And the other has a higher risk for infection.
"I-I tried." She admits. "But, I'm not good, w-with that hand. A-and I can't-t stop shaking."
I gently take her other arm softly. Rolling up her sleeve to see the bruised and scabbed over puncture wounds. And the lack of a collapsed vein.
'Thank god for the smaller mercies.' I think sarcastically.
I reach into my other pocket and pull out the syringe of brownish clear liquid. Diluted heroin.
"It's gonna sting." I say. Falling into my role of caretaker.
"I-I know, I-I'm used to it." She says as her breath starts picking up.
I run my thumb over the inside of her elbow. Finding her vein I put the needle to it. And immediately feel her tense.
"Hey, what was that one ice cream place you like in Dakota?" I ask, looking up to her.
"Huh?" She says confused.
"That ice cream shop?" I say again. "The one with the silly mascot?"
"The, the turtle shell." She says with a small smile. "M-mama would a-always take me there. W-when she p-picked me up f-from school. I-in the, spring."
While she's talking and distracted, I injected the syringe. And am halfway through the syringe as she slows down.
"I, always, liked the, the rocky road." She continues. "They make, it, different."
"How so?" I ask as the rest of the syringe empties into her.
"I, can't, remember." She drawls out. Her voice light, and slowing.
I take the syringe out and toss it to the side. Hearing it clink on the ground as I keep my attention on the second strongest shaker in the city.
"There you go." I say. "You should be feeling much better now."
Skidmark was a fool. But even a broken clock, is right twice a day. And kidnapping Maureen, sequestering her away and force feeding her heroin was one of those right times. The girl now being so, pliable.
"Thank, you." She says tiredly.
"No problem." I tell her. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."
I reach forward and pick her up. Hooking one arm under her knees and the other under her back. A classic princess carry.
'She's gotten lighter.' I note as I make my way out of the room.
"Have you been eating?" I ask her as I walk down the stairs.
"Not, hungry." She says as her eyes droop. Soon enough she'll be too out of it to talk. "Sorry."
"It's not a problem Mory." I say softly. "But you really do need to eat. How about some Subway? You like sandwiches, right?"
"Mhmm." She nods into my chest.
"I'll get you some once we get back to the warehouse." I tell her. "You can eat when you get up."
"Thank you, Joey." She says as she clocks out. "You're, always so nice, to me."
"It's not a problem." I say with false kindness. "For you, it's worth it."
I need you for what's coming next.
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-Sunday, May 29th, South America, Orinoco River Basin, 12pm-
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Johnathan "Charlie-1" Espinosa POV
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Finally.
Nearly more than a month in and we finally got the bastard.
I'm down to three members of my squad left. But that's fine. Just means the payout is divided more richly.
"Tranq it!" I yell as it struggles in the rubber mesh net. It's roars and the cackling of electricity nearly drowning out my voice.
I watch as our company switches to tranq rounds. And start shooting. One after the other.
After a count of about twenty eight. The hulking green beast of a man finally stops thrashing. Slowing down his movements as he falls to his hands and knees in the net.
"Well then." I say as I observe his heaving form.
Corded muscle, looking ready to tear his skin the moment he flexes. Long orange mane going down his back. He glares up at me with a barely restrained hatred. His blue eyes drooping.
"Alright. Call the evac." I say as I turn from the freak.
"RAAAAAAAAWWW."
*Kkzzzzzzzzzz*
I jump out of the way at the earsplitting sound. Just in time too. The hulk of a man just electrified himself and shot forward. Rolling into a ball and ripping the iron stakes of the net out of the ground and tossing the net away. Barreling into three of the twenty of us left. Frying and turning them to paste at the same time as he unfolds right before a tree.
"Rah, ha, a-béhe." It says as it falls to a knee. "Pébĩ, xá-ni."
Finally out for the count. Our target collapses. Blood and forest debris marking his person. As well as a few tranq darts still stuck in him.
"Anyone know what the hell it said?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of it this time.
"Sir, Alpha three was our last translator." I hear Delta-4 respond.
"And he's, currently all over. The forest floor." I remark at the remains. "It doesn't matter. Call in the evac while we set up an LZ."
Here's to hoping this isn't some parahuman bullshit and it really weighs like, seven hundred pounds or some shit.
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Potira POV
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I watch as the strange white men carry my friend. The forest guardian. I hold my mouth as I try not to cry.
He told me to stay hidden. I promised! I can't break that now!
'Why?' I cry to myself. 'He's our guardian spirit! Why would they take such a gentle creature from us?!'
He's kind and caring. He makes flower necklaces with us! We dance and he keeps us safe. He killed the jaguar that killed Iara.
I watch from the foliage as they drag my friend away.
'He's still breathing!' I realize.
As soon as the white men are gone. I rush through the forest back to my village.
"ELDER! CHIEF! MAMA!" I cry out in panic as I run through the entrance and onto the wooden platforms that hold our village up from the water.
I run around the many fishers and weavers as I pass. Many of them trying to stop me as I run.
"Potira! Slow down!"
"You'll slip into the river again!"
"You're going to knock someone over child!"
"If you break the boards, you're helping me fix them!"
I keep going until I reach the Elder's house. Running in to see her weaving beads together.
"Elder!" I cry as I come to a stop in front of her.
"What is it Potira?" She asks, her brow furrowed in worry. "Even with my ears half gone, I could hear your cries from the moment you entered the village."
"The guardian! The white men took him! The ones with the guns and nets!" I tell her.
She takes a minute before realization dawns on her. Her brow raising in fear and shock before coming back down with a hardened focus.
"Get my cane, Potira." She says as she sets her tools down. "I have a meeting to call."
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-Brockton Bay, Commercial District, 3pm-
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Reginald "A-Train" Franklin POV
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I can't find him anywhere!
This is bullshit!
"What's yer thinker friend got for us now?" I ask the fox.
"I'm asking him now." She says. Kicking her feet over the ledge of the roof.
A week and he's been out on five separate occasions. Each time I was either busy, or too far and out of costume to do anything.
I'm keeping myself calm. Not willing to screw this up a second time. I just need to be patient with the girl and play this by her rules. If that's what it gets to see Blue Hawk go down. It's a small price.
Besides with her there's no tellin how she might act towards me fuckin up again. That hat lady warned me of her unpredictable nature. And of the fact that she's a killer who's very good at hiding bodies.
"Okay, with his latest movements there's three area's of equal possibility." She finally says.
"But there's only two of us." I point out.
"Which is why we'll split up and hope for the best." She says simply. "Which do you want? Winslow, Central, or the South Imperial."
"Winslow and Central are pretty close to each other." I say. "You can take South Imperial while I take Winslow."
Her ears both turn to face me. And her head slowly follows as she gives me a wide eyed stare. Honestly creepy.
"Are you telling me what to do?" She asks slowly.
"Well I just." I try to defend.
"I don't mind, it's as good a plan as any." She says with a shrug. Her demeanor changing instantly. "Whelp, have fun."
In a blur she disappears. Well, not really disappears. I can see her move. Barely, but I can track her movements as she runs off. That is until she literally turns invisible.
"Okay, Winslow." I tell myself and head for the roof access.
I don't know why Kitsu insists on always meeting at places with ledges. Whether it be an overpass, a roof, or even a raised sidewalk.
It's inconvenient as all hell. For me at least. I can't fly, or be unharmed by the effects of gravity. So running and jumping off of roofs is a no go.
Well, I don't think I'm immune to the effects of gravity. But you can understand if that's not something I'm all too eager to test.
"I look fuckin ridiculous." I say to myself as I hurry down the stairs.
I still haven't figured that out either. Stairs. When I run, I move so fast that I'll just launch myself off the stairs and into the wall if I try. So it's speed stepping for me.
As I finally make my way down the steps. I walk out the apartment. And then run north to Winslow.
The school district by the slums. Mostly ABB territory. This place is as shitty as I remember it. If not more so.
I can't count how many brothers growin up joined the Merchants or got caught up in the life in some way. I'm lucky like that. Anytime I thought of just, letting go and popping by a rave. I thought of Mama and how disappointed she'd be. Or about Nate. And how he'd have to live with his brother being a junkie.
Now, when I think of lil Nate. All I see is his urn.
I need to focus. Find that piece of shit. Put him in an urn. If there's enough left for that.
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-Meanwhile, South Imperial District-
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Kitsu POV
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Never been here before.
What I'm seeing, is it's just an extension of the industrial districts.
And is steep in Empire territory. Now that I think about it. Most of the bay that isn't trafficked by tourists is Empire territory. Weird.
I do know, however, this is Stormfront's primary area of control. She's the other lieutenant of the Empire. And from what I know. There is no difference between her and her TV show counterpart. Aside from a cowl and domino mask to hide her identity. Hell, this version rocks a swastika on her belt buckle. Soooooo, thinking on it. This one's worse.
Then again it is Worm. Everything here is worse.
Though, not as much lately. I got a good family, Vicky not withstanding. A loving father, a, kind of? Loving mother. A roof over my head, a warm bed. An adorable bed buddy and girlfriend!
Life is good.
*Krcht*
"What the hell is the freak turned dyke doing in my territory." I here the obnoxious tone of the self righteous bitch.
"I just had to test fate." I sigh to myself as I turn to face the rapidly approaching nazi.
Turning just in time for her to stop a few yards from me, hovering mid air with her electricity. In all her black suited glory. Cape and cowl with her domino mask and all.
"I was just chasing a hawk." I say with mirth. "But it seems that I've followed it into a storm."
"Don't get cute with me." She sneers.
"I'm not getting cute." I say with a smile and bounce on my heals. "I'm already there."
*KRCCCCHHZHZHZT*
Aaaaaannd she zaps me.
Normally electricity hurts me. And I will say I flinched. But ever since Behemoth and my immunity to heat damage. Unless the electricity is attached to something solid. And physically bypasses my field. Like say when I stick a fork in an outlet.
Something I don't miss.
The electricity gets absorbed in the same way plasma and hard light does.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Doesn't mean I can't pretend and get free energy.
I fall to the ground in a pant. Hands and knees as I appear to be in pain.
If she actually grabbed me or threw something like an electrically charged pipe then I'd be in danger.
"Leave." She says. "Or I'll remind you why a fox stays on the ground."
"That's, the best, you could come up with?" I taunt through fake pants for breath.
*KRRRRZZCHZHZHZHZHZHT*
"AAAAREEEEIIIIGGHH!"
This might take a bit. But hey, free energy is free. Might as well see how far I can take this, before one of us gets bored.
It'll probably be me.
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-Winslow District-
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Reginald "A-Train" Franklin POV
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"Next time, just don't." I tell the two kids who were dropping bricks off of a roof.
"No one got hurt." One of them mumbles.
"This time." I say. "If I was there, you'd have killed that lady."
"She'd be fine!" The other complains.
'This is going nowhere.' I realize.
"Okay, how 'bout a demonstration?" I say and toss my arms out.
I pick up one of the bricks they were dropping.
"Punch the roof." I say.
"Huh?" The first asks, giving me a look to say I'm a dumbass.
"Punch, the roof." I say. "Break it, break a piece off with your fist."
"We can't do that." The second says. "We'll hurt ourselves."
"Okay, punch each other." I say.
"Are you fucking stupid?" The first says.
"Cuss again and I'll get the cops." I say as I point to the kid. "Then you can explain to your parents what the hell yer doin up here."
That gets me a look of fear from the second boy, but not the first. The first just rolls their eyes.
"Okay, you won't punch the roof because you'll hurt yourself. You won't punch each other because that'll hurt." I say and hold the brick up, with the edge down.
It drops with a clack and leaves a chip in the concrete of the roof.
"If a brick from six feet can break a part of the roof, think about what it could do from sixty feet falling on someone's head." I tell them.
Looking at their expressions. I see this is going nowhere fast.
"Fuck it, callin the cops." I say and take out my phone.
"No!" The second shouts.
"Dude, he's bluffing." The first says.
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-12 minutes later-
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"You actually called the cops." The first one says as the officer makes his way to the roof. Eyes wide in disbelief and fear.
"Do I look like a liar?" I say with a raised brow as the second kid starts freaking out.
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"Alright, we'll just call their parents." The officer says. "Give'em a scare and what not."
"That's alright." I say as I look to the kid flipping me off from the backseat of the cops car. "So long as they don't do it again."
"If you don't mind me asking. Who are you?" The officer, Wilkins, asks. "You look like a cape, but I haven't heard of you."
"I am, I'm new." I say with a bit of pride. "Name's A-Train."
"Like the, actual train?" He asks.
"Kinda?" I say. "I move fast and it sounds cool."
"Right." The officer drawls out with a slow nod. "Well, if I were you I'd register with the PRT. Don't want them mistaking you for a Merchant."
'Why Merchant specifically?' I think to myself, then realize I'm not Asian or White.
"I'm actually lookin to join New Wave." I tell him. "Just, trying to impress their S-Class."
"New Wave? You know they're a movement, not a club. Right?" He says with a raised brow.
"Um, what's the difference?" I ask numbly.
"Anyone can join a movement." He says. "You don't need to sign up or anything. Just, promote their beliefs."
I go into my nothing box for a few seconds at that information. Just processing.
"Well officer you have a good day." I say cheerfully. "I have some things I need to do."
I then run off. And think about how I've approached everything.
If I can just, say I'm apart of New Wave. Then this whole song and dance of collaborating with their fox is unnecessary.
But I need to join the Brockton Bay branch. That's the Dallon's and the Pelham's.
How am-
I stop dead as I see him. Blue and black stylized riot gear and a blacked out face shield. My fast beating heart pounds at the sight of him.
Holding a young black girl up against the bricks by her neck. Her face already bruised and bloodied.
I don't think. I can't think. I just, move. Shoulder checking him as I shove him away from the girl. Watching him stumble as he rolls to his feet.
"Call the cops." I tell the girl as I slow to walk past her.
"Pfft." Blue Hawk spits a bit of gravel out of his mouth. "Fuck is this? New villain in town?"
I rush forward and bring a fist to hook him in the gut. Stopping dead in front of him as he heaves over my fist. Without giving him time to recover. I bring my fist back and repeat the motion. Only this time I don't stop, I keep going and raise him up before slamming him into the sidewalk. Watching in satisfaction as he bounces.
"Aaagh." He groans.
"Only villain I see here is you." I say as I step to him.
"Funny, coming from the guy who just attacked me out of nowhere." He says as he gets up.
"Nowhere?" I ask in incredulously. "So what you were, how you, that, RRRGH!"
I can't even form sentences. Every second here is pissing me off. Every excuse this profiling piece of shit says. Everything!
"Of course, can't even talk like a civilized person." He says as he takes out his nightstick. "This is why you don't put monkeys in suits. You can train'em. But eventually they'll-"
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-Meanwhile, South Imperial District-
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Kitsu POV
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*Rrrrrm*
And that's my phone. Deciding I'm done here I turn invisible and run away. It's always good to keep some cards hidden. And making it seem like Stormfront can hurt me and potentially beat me will only make it that much more satisfying when I work my way up to her.
I run past the many buildings and job sites as I get away from her. Just in time to answer my phone before it goes to voicemail.
"Go for Kitsu!" I say cheerfully as I hold the phone in front of me.
"There's a report on Blue Hawk being at Kings street. Ten blocks south of Winslow high school." I hear Carlos say.
"Bout time!" I say.
"Also, be warned, there's apparently another cape there. Highspeed mover in blue."
'God, damnit!' I curse the world.
"I'll be there as quick as I can." I say and hang up.
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-Back to Winslow District-
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Reginald "A-Train" Franklin POV
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I don't let him finish as I rush forward. He takes his nightstick and raises it, but I'm faster. I catch it and try to yank it from his hand. But his grip is too good. So I settle for pushing it back. And instead I bring a fist to his face shield.
*Crack*
I punch again, and again. Eventually he kicks me back. Returning to reality, I see his face shield is barely cracked as he stumbles back. And my hand burns.
Looking down I see it's bruised and bloodied. And likely broken.
I ignore it. I can get it healed later.
Running forward I grab his neck.
"Get you-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I say and spin myself at high speed, launching him into the brick wall.
He slams into it with a hard thud. The wind knocked out of his lungs as he hacks.
Marching up to him, I grab the back of his collar and yank him back. Flipping him onto his back as I put a foot to his neck.
I take off my shades.
"I want you to know, exactly who ends you." I say and press down.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" He gasps as he grabs my ankle, referencing me taking my shades off. "You just look like every other thug I deal with."
I pick my foot up and stomp his face. Hearing a satisfying crunch. And he's soon crying out in pain.
I should've put my speed behind it.
As I stand over him and watch him roll over. Holding his face and his broken visor. I put a powered kick to his face to throw him over and back onto his back.
"YOU KILLED!" I rage out. "MY, BROTHER!"
"Aah, I ptid a serfice." He says through blood and broken teeth. "Ipf he'sh re'ated to you, I shaved dis country, prom anodder criminal."
I can't take this anymore. Rush to him, my knee on his chest. His collar in my hand as I raise him up. And taking my bruised hand. I start punching his exposed face.
He fights back, clawing and squeezing my arm. But I don't let up. I don't let him think. As I keep going. My fist a blur as he cracks my forearm. At this point it's a war of attrition. Am I fast enough to break him before his strength breaks me. Either way it doesn't matter.
I'm making sure this fuckers funeral is closed casket.
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Bonus
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(Good Ending) Kitsu and Missy's relationship dynamic.
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Missy: No longer infatuated with Kitsu, she truly loves her. From her silly rants and goofy pranks. To the way she teases her and pampers her on a near daily basis. Missy is still professional and reserved in public. And tends to keep PDA to a pg-13 level while in public. Missy is career focused and hardworking. Taking the stereotypical 'Breadwinner' personality role. Even though Kitsu makes more money than her. Missy doesn't want to rely on Kitsu for everything. Ever since they were both sixteen and she found Kitsu in the middle of her heat cycle (Which she truly did in fact forget about in her excitement at getting emancipated) They've enjoyed a healthy and active sexual relationship. Behind closed doors Missy is explicit and assertive. Not in a sense that she is a nymphomaniac or extremely provocative. But more in a way that she just simply enjoys being intimate with Kitsu. From cuddling and talking, to teasing, and fondling. Missy is the serious one, keeping Kitsu's antics in check and acting as a soundboard for Kitsu to vent towards. For Missy, everyday with Kitsu is a new adventure.
Love language: Talk and Touch: Missy is a more reserved girl. And sees the act of touching another as an act of intimacy, hugs and such are to express love. Rather, she expresses herself best through words of affection. Something Kitsu is weak to.
Things she likes about Kitsu: Her spontaneous nature. Her goofy personality. Her pampering. Her creativity. How talented she is. Her laugh. Her carefree take on life's problems. Her eyes. Her teeth, both in regards to her smile and how they feel when making out. Her tail and ears and the way the convey her emotions. How plump and "Squeezable" her butt is. Her many outfits.
Things she dislikes about Kitsu: Her tendency to befriend villains. Her disregard for rules when she knows she can get away with breaking them. Her teasing in public. How popular she's gotten, making any dates difficult.
Favorite Memory: Kitsu's second heat they spent together.
Least Favorite Memory: When Mrs. Dallon sat her down chewed her out over breaking in during Kitsu's heat cycle.
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Favorite position: Sitting cowgirl, sexy cuddle.
Aftercare preference: Coddling and grooming Kitsu, sometimes leading to a make out session or another round.
Favorite overall NSFW thing: Kitsu is a very vocal partner.
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Kitsu: Kitsu has grown to truly love Missy. What started out as "I'll go out with you because I don't have a reason to say no and don't want to hurt your feelings." Has evolved into. "I will take care of you and give you everything so long as you promise to never leave me." Kitsu is the outgoing one. With her many jobs, all allowing her to set her own schedule, she brings in six figures a month. And uses this money to fund New Wave as well as "Take care of her baby." Aside from that, ten percent of all money she earns goes to charities and fundraisers. Simply because she doesn't believe in hoarding money without purpose. Kitsu enjoys teasing Missy. Especially in public where she won't do anything, and instead will save it up for when in private where she knows Missy will retaliate on her provocations. Kitsu is the real breadwinner, but doesn't act like it. Missy's patient and logical nature compliments her energetic and chaotic nature perfectly. Able to both keep up with her and put up with her. For Kitsu, Missy is just perfect in everyway and she wishes to cherish as much time with her as she can. Whether it be going on walks through the woods, coffee dates, shopping, morning talks or simply cuddling the day away. Kitsu still falls apart when Missy sweet talks her.
Love language: Touch and Act. Kitsu is a very animated person. And prefers to show others how she feels rather than tell. From surprise gifts to hugs. She sees touch as an expression of affection. And gifts as an expression of appreciation. With acts as expressions of devotion.
Things she likes about Missy: Her calming attitude. Professional demeanor. Assertive behavior. They way she'll sweet talk her. They way she'll fall apart at public displays of affection. The way she'll retaliate at private displays of affection. Her strong willpower. Her ambition and drive. Her height. Eyes. Lips. Abs. Legs. The way she knows just where to touch on her. Her dominant behavior in bed.
Things she dislikes about Missy: Her reluctance to let Kitsu take care of everything for her.
Favorite Memory: Their Ferry rooftop date where Missy proposed.
Least Favorite Memory: When she tried to surprise Missy with sexy underwear and get her reaction on camera, only for Amy to walk in instead of Missy because she was closer and heard Kitsu call for help first.
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Favorite position: Doggystyle, standing cowgirl.
Aftercare preference: Being coddled and groomed as they discuss their day to each other.
Favorite overall NSFW thing: Whenever Missy gets rough.
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