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Original Male Character(s)Taylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverLisa Wilbourn | TattletaleEmma Barnes (Parahumans)Madison ClementsNew Wave (Parahumans)Protectorate East-North-EastOther Character Tags to Be AddedUndersiders (Parahumans)
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Salvation Through Debauchery
TerraForder
Chapter 4
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A long shower in the morning was exactly what I needed after a night of debauchery. Something about scalding hot water felt the same as putting on a warm blanket on a cold night. It also helped that it cleared my mind regarding everything.
I was expecting to feel some sort of guilt regarding what I did to Emma and Madison, but the lack of anything aside from grim satisfaction was odd. Be it the Bordello changing me or the victims being people I cared very little about, I wasn't exactly sure. Whatever the reason, I got what I wanted from them. Tracking spells were already placed on the both of them just in case I wanted to do a repeat performance. But all of that was in the past. I had better things to worry about.
My phone rang from the counter. Rushing over from the shower, I answered it. "Howdy Taylor."
She snorted at that, "Who even says howdy anymore?"
"Just something I picked up, I'll tell you one day. But what's up? There's still two hours before the tour."
"That's what I wanted to call you about," I could hear her take a deep breath before speaking again before asking, "Would you like to do something after?"
"Like a late lunch? To be honest, I kinda assumed we would be grabbing food after."
"Really?" The relief in her voice was hard to miss, "So, were you planning on telling me this assumption or were you gonna surprise me with food."
"That depends. Do you like surprises?"
She laughed, little did she know I was being serious. "Sure, I won't say no to a surprise."
"Good. Now, if there's anything else, I would like to get dressed. I ran out the shower to answer the call you know."
"So that's what that echo and running water was coming from." She said sarcastically, "I just thought you were washing your hands in a tunnel."
"Maybe next time I will be. But for now," I altered my voice a bit, trying to imitate the deeper voice of my incubus form, "Try not to think too hard about me in the shower, okay?"
"Wha-"
"I'll see you at the Boardwalk! Later Taylor!" And I hung up before she could ask any questions.
It was fun to mess with her, even in smalls way like this.
But talking to Taylor had me thinking about a few things as I made my way upstairs to get dressed.
How long would I keep the Bordello from her?
I could see the benefits of keeping it a secret, and just letting her reap the benefits of whatever I earn, she would be experiencing pleasure beyond her wildest dreams at almost all times.
Yet something inside of me, something that remained from when I was in a simpler time, wanted to at least have one person be in the know regarding what I could do. What I already done. I think I want Taylor to be that person. Not exactly an equal, but not just another hole to stick my dick inside of. That's what girls like Emma and Madison are for. I wanted Taylor by my side.
But to do that, she needed powers.
The Bordello was vast, incredibly so. There was no doubt that there was some sort of power granting ability somewhere within the mass of energy within my soul. I think something like that would work with keeping Taylor safe.
God I was obsessed with her.
I still had plenty of time before I really had to move, so I started to mentally ping the women I tagged so far.
Taylor was still at home, that much was easy to tell. Emma and Madison were stationary, probably sleeping off what I did to them last night. I couldn't wait for a repeat performance later in the week.
I curbed the smile that was forming on my face, I had to focus.
Sophia was east of me, far enough east that I knew that it had to be on The Rig. Unless she was on a boat of course.
There was a very realistic chance of running into Shadow Stalker during this tour. If I were alone, I would probably try to grab her and whisk her away into some broom closet, gag her with her own clothing and show her how close to prey she really was.
I had a date with Taylor today, so any plans with Sophia or her alter ego were put on the back burner.
The first step? Figuring out what to wear.
-STD-
It's odd. I could stalk my classmates and break into their homes in the dead of night. I could force one to give a reluctant blowjob before promptly fucking her into the floor until her mind is teetering on the edge of being broken by demon dick. I could assault the other one while she was asleep and leave her full of cum, unaware that I would be returning another day to do it all again.
But I found myself nervous waiting for Taylor to show up at the boardwalk.
I knew she would show, I could feel her location getting closer from her house, but the mix of the confusing mass of feelings I had for her along with the genuine excitement I felt when I knew she would be arriving made me a mess.
Using the camera of my phone, I gave myself a once over.
My black coat was free of lint and dirt, my jeans fit well enough without showing the world my dick imprint, and my turtleneck was was on view, the dark red being exposed to the world. All brought together by some simple black boots.
I looked good, it was warm enough in the winter. But the last thing I needed was being out of sync with Taylor and whatever she wore.
"Excuse me?" A voice said out to me.
I looked up from my phone and saw someone I don't think I was ready to meet just yet.
She wore a pink dress with tights underneath, a white jacket kept her warm in this weather. Her hair was put into one large braid, with only a few strands framing her vulpine features.
Dark blonde hair, green eyes, and a smile that seemed friendly, but I knew that it was actually quite smug.
Lisa Wilbourn or Tattletale.
Or someone who looked like her at the very least.
"Yes?" I said calmly, not wanting to feed her mind any more information than I needed to.
"I'm Lisa. Could I have your number?"
Wait, what?
"Excuse me?" I was confused because I was almost positive that Lisa wasn't attracted to, well anyone at all.
"You looked sad all by your lonesome, I thought I'd do you a solid and come talk to you."
"So you're doing me a favor?" I deadpanned. This was probably one of her games, and I didn't want to be on the receiving end of one just yet. Not until I could no sell her.
"Of course!" She was oddly cheerful, "It's the least I could do for some poor lovesick sap."
I almost lashed out on reflex, but I reeled myself in. "It's that obvious huh?"
"Just to me. Try not to brood so hard, people are trying to eat here." She said, laughing at her own joke.
"And you're telling me all of this...why exactly?
"Think of it as community service." She said, and when I didn't respond to that she continued, "And I wasn't joking, I do want your number."
I waited for a bit but she said nothing beyond that. "I don't just give the first pretty face my digits just because she asked. Plus you know I'm waiting on someone, what do I look like to you?"
She grinned, as if she was waiting on me to say something like that. "Someone who needs two girlfriends."
From there I couldn't help myself, and I started laughing, loud enough to startle bystanders and when Lisa joined in I could see the Undersiders stare as well, if only for a moment.
"God I needed that," wiping the tears from my eyes, "you put me in a good mood, so I'll throw you a bone."
I looked into her eyes, pools of green filled with mirth, along with...something else as well.
"I'm not giving you my number. I'm waiting for some one I really like and it doesn't seem fair to just...do that right now." I stated this and I could see the smile drop a bit from her face. "But if I run into you again, I'll pay for your lunch or something."
Before she could respond, I felt someone around on my arm, and from the familiar curls of jet black hair, it was obvious to see who it was.
"Hey T. I hope I'm not overdressed." I said casually.
I couldn't exactly see her face, but I could feel the tension between her and Lisa. After a moment, the blonde puts her hands up and chuckles to herself.
"I know when to back off. You two enjoy your day out." She started to walk away, returning to her group of friends, who were already pointing and laughing at her, "Of all the guys, why did it have to be the one with some common sense…" I heard her whine.
As Lisa walked away, I turned to Taylor. She wore a white blouse and a simple tan cardigan. Her jeans were not as baggy as the ones she wore for school, and she had a pair of boots on that reached her calf.
All in all, I think she looked amazing.
"So, how much of that did you hear?" I liked the feeling of her body pressed against my arm.
"...only the parts where you talked about how much you liked me, of course."
"Ah. So the important parts."
She held onto me tighter, "Yeah. The important parts." She was silent for a moment, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For...respecting me I guess. I was fully prepared to watch you give your number away to her. She was pretty."
Even if I rolled my eyes at that, I managed to hold her hand properly, "That she was. But today is about you."
"What about tomorrow? Is that for me too?"
Unable to resist the chance to tease her, I leaned closer to her ear as we made our way to the tour pickup. I could hear the way her breath started to hitch, how it stopped when I got closer. I made my voice deeper before answering.
"Only if you're a good girl."
I looked over to her, her blush obvious and her mouth opening and closing, looking for a response but finding none.
Before she could get a word out I put my voice back to normal before continuing. "You have the tickets right?"
She nodded her head before reaching into her pocket and handing me one wordlessly.
"Thanks! So, you ever been on a tour like this Taylor?" I asked, as if nothing just happened.
Desperate for a way to move on, she started, "I never been on the VIP tour if that's what you're asking. Apparently this one is much more in depth compared to the one at the PRT Headquarters. The Wards might even show up!"
"Wait really? That's awesome, I never managed to get a photo with all of them." And that was truthful, Lucis used to be always too lazy to go out and try to get a photo during their events, but this? This was perfect for the small part of him that wanted to do that.
And if he could touch Vista, if only for a moment, the larger part of his mind would also enjoy that very much.
"What about the Protectorate? Any chance of meeting them?" I admit I was feeling greedy, but Battery? In that skin tight suit that left almost nothing to the imagination? Of course I was going to try.
And don't get me started on Miss Militia…
"We should be seeing most of them, I think. Maybe not Armsmaster. He might be holed up in his lab."
As we passed our tickets to the...guard? Usher? Ticket holder, and we got into the PRT branded bus. It was large and stylized as one of the vans they used for actual emergencies, but this worked to.
The two of us managed to sit near the back of the bus for some semblance of privacy, and as the bus started to fill up, I looked to our hands.
They never separated once throughout the whole wait.
Something felt right about this, so I didn't point it out to Taylor.
"So, do you know if they have a gift shop there?"
"We're about to go into PHQ and get a full tour of the area and all you're focused on is the gift shop?"
"...I would like to buy a halberd replica."
"...I would want that too."
A brunette woman started messing with a a megaphone, and that's when I knew the tour was about to start proper. Taylor shushed me, and although I didn't say anything, I followed her lead and began paying attention to her.
Here's to hoping this tour isn't a complete waste of time.
-STD-
Taylor held my hand tightly as we walked through PHQ, and even if a small part of me found this to be mundane, I couldn't help but share the excitement of just going through the history of the Rig and some of it's heroes.
The tour wasn't a museum or anything like that, but what it lacked in exhibits, it made up in pure information.
I admit, I forgot that the PRT HQ and the Rig were separate places, but if the tours for the other PRT HQ were so common, I really had nothing to worry about regarding getting my eyes on the Wards base. That's not to say this tour was useless.
Offices, Master-Stranger cells, empty holding cells, slightly boring to some people, but more than useful for me. Anybody thrown into those rooms were potentially in my hands. They just didn't know it yet.
I even managed to use a bathroom, and since this place seemed to spare no expense, it was something of a private one. A point of entry if need be. Not an ideal one, but something to use if emergencies deem it necessary.
Throughout the tour, I thought it was a bit odd that they were fine with showing off so much of the place to civilian, any kind of parahuman could be in this tour group. It seemed like incompetence until I realized this place was huge. We were only getting around by tour guide and we didn't have a map or directory of any type.
So if anyone did show up randomly, the PRT would have a home field advantage.
Or maybe I'm overthinking this and they really are that incompetent. Only time will tell.
The place was incredibly utilitarian, that much I will say. Although there were the occasional office plant and the walls held plenty of photos and articles of past victories, it did have an air of no nonsense the whole time. Piggot ran a tight ship, for better or for worse.
Yet while I was mentally juggling the logic behind the Protectorate's actions, my body enjoyed getting pulled around by Taylor, listening to her talk about one hero in their history or another, and me acting as the interested party.
I wasn't sure if she was this into heroes in canon or not, but I think having someone to actually talk to about one of her interests allowed her to keep pursuing it, as opposed to just holding it all in.
"I don't think they have a gift shop here Taylor." I whispered to her while the tour guide was wrapping up her speech near the end of the tour.
"I don't think they do, but you can't deny that this was fun." a small, content smile was on her face. "Besides, we can still do the Ward's tour another day if you want."
"That would be nice, I want a picture with a few of- Is that Miss Militia?"
Sure enough, there she was. She was wearing the sash and scarf of the American flag and her custom army fatigues that did little to hide her mature figure. And what a figure it was, forget crime fighting, those hips were made for child bearing. In another world, she would have been a trophy wife.
She waved at the crowd of tourist, and they started cheering and clapping, and of course I did the same. Perverted thoughts aside, there was a time when I saw her as someone who could protect my home, and that doesn't go away so easily.
She seemed used to the larger crowds, and it didn't take long for people to start forming single file lines to get photos with her. It was mainly adults and older teens, which was fair. He couldn't think of too many kids who were interested in the logistics of running essentially a paramilitary group. They were more interested in the cool heroes.
"Lucis, Lucis, Lucis, Lucis."
And by the way Taylor was shaking my arm, she was the same way. "I'll take a photo with you and Miss Militia, don't worry."
She gave me a hug, "Thanks Lucis, I owe you big time."
I gave her a pat on the back, "No need for that Taylor. Just enjoy the photo big time." I pushed her towards Miss Militia and the hero wasted no time grabbing her before she knocked into her
"Taylor right? Nice to meet you." Miss Militia said, her voice oddly clear behind her mask, "Just direct the photo as you see fit."
"Hi, Um, Miss Militia," she pinched herself on the arm lightly to focus, "I just want a normal photo. My uh, friend? Is going to take a few photos, that's all."
I waved to the two of them, Miss Militia giving me a...smile with her eyes? A smise? Regardless, I got into position, using my phone to take plenty of photos of the two of them. Taylor didn't move to deviate much, but she did see more comfortable by the end of it.
"Could I, uh, hug you Miss Militia?" Taylor asked with a blush on her face.
She didn't answer, but she did open her arms towards Taylor.
Taylor wasted no time diving into her, resting her head on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around her.
Miss Militia paused for a moment, as if she expected Taylor to hesitate. She closed her arm around her, and although the remaining people in line didn't care for the act, too wrapped up in their own conversations, I managed to get one more photo of the two of them, just hugging.
It's a sweet moment.
But all good things must come to an end. As the two of them separated, I started to approach Militia for my own photo.
"I'm Lucis, thanks for taking that photo with Taylor, she's a huge fan." I tried to be somewhat cool headed compared to Taylor, but I could feel my mouth dry up a bit when she looked at me.
"Of course, anything for the happy couple." she teased quietly, and I could feel my cheeks getting warm. Thank god for my darker skin so it wasn't completely obvious.
"Not a couple just yet. I need to work my magic a bit more. Maybe by this time next week." I took my phone and angled it towards us, she leaned into me allowing her to fit in the frame.
"You seem like a good kid. You'll be fine" I threw up a peace sign and she did the same, and after a small flash, we were done. "Just make sure to treat her right. Brockton can be hard on girls."
Thinking about Lung and his propensity to snatch up women, yeah it can be. I didn't plan on making it any better, but I did plan on keeping Taylor safe from all of that.
"I will Ma'am." I put my hand out, "Hopefully next time I see you, I'll bring something for you to sign."
She took my hand, giving me a firm handshake and a nod, "I'll sign whatever you can carry." She said with a determination that was almost too serious at this point.
Taylor was waiting for me, and I wasted no time holding her hand again, before she could even doubt what was happening between us.
"So Taylor, you wanted to grab dinner, right?"
She nodded her head, "I wanted to go to a restaurant, but I had a better idea."
"Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"Do you want to come over for dinner?"
-STD-
Of course I said yes, Taylor wanted to cook me dinner. In what world would I say no to that?
While I was sitting in her living room, it was easy to tell how homey this place once was. The furniture was old but well loved, rings on the coffee table showed a once bustling social life, and the entire place had an air of comfort to it. I'm not sure of the Bordello made me more sensitive to these kinds of emotions, but there was a lot of love in this house once. It may not be there as much anymore, but it was almost palpable to me.
"So Taylor, where's your dad?" I ask as I watch her come from the kitchen. She was making some sort of baked pasta dish, and I would of loved to helped but she barred me from the kitchen.
"He's at work. He shouldn't be home until at least ten tonight, he usually works late on the weekend." She sat down next to me, not close enough to where she could cuddle up next to me, but enough for me to at least throw an arm around her if I wanted to. "The food has about forty-five minutes until it's done, what do you want to do in the meantime? I could throw on the TV?"
"Ah, sure. That works." I handed her the remote that was next to me and she turned it on, the sounds of a cape crime show filling the house.
We didn't say anything for few minutes, the silence between us caused an air of tension to build up in the room. When she moved a bit closer to me, I could feel it get even thicker.
I moved closer to her, and did the classic of pretending to yawn and wrapped an arm around her. I could feel her body stiffen for a moment before relaxing into me. The tension in the room still didn't disappear. It was reaching a breaking point.
In truth, I don't know which one of us moved first, but the end result was still the same. Our lips started to smash against one another, and I hefted her on top of me, my hands finding perfect places to rest on her hips, her arms wrapping around my neck. We continued like this for a few moments before I upped the ante, my tongue lightly touching her lips, and she wasted no time giving me entrance.
The phrase 'fighting for dominance' when french kissing someone is inaccurate, especially if one of those people never had experience in doing so in the first place. My movements were more confident than hers, but she wasn't afraid to explore, so to speak. She started to explore my mouth and I had no problem letting her, feeling her tongue against mine was gratifying in a way I didn't expect.
It was sloppy, it was messy, and I could tell that calling a lifetime of experiences into the kiss was having an effect on her. When we separated, her breath was hot and heavy against my skin, a thin trail of spit kept the two of us connected.
"Wow." Her large brown eyes were staring into my own, trying to figure out the meaning behind the smile on my face. "That was, um, nice?"
"Only nice?" I chuckled out, "You're breaking my heart here Taylor."
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean." She shuffled on her place on my lap, before staring at me again, "Is this, you know, real?"
"You can try pinching yourself and see if you wake up?"
"That's not what I mean." I could see the scowl form on her face, "Emma didn't pay you to get close to me and then break my heart later down the line to make it all the more horrible."
I raised an eyebrow at that, "Is that something she would do?" knowing full well that it's something she would do.
"Yes." She responded almost immediately, "Maybe not in the last few weeks. They stopped doing, well anything to me but…"
"You're waiting for the other shoe to drop?"
"Something like that. So, if this is some sort of scheme, tell me so I can at least leave with some dignity."
She flinched when I moved my hand towards her face, and she leaned into it when it touched her cheek. "No plots. No schemes. I want you Taylor, and nothing is going to change that."
Did I perhaps come on too strong? Perhaps, but the feelings I had towards her were real, even if they came from another me. The admiration, the companionship, the lust. All me, all real, and all that mattered in this moment.
She placed her own hand on mine, keeping it on her face, "Good." She lunged at me, trapping my lips in another kiss. This one was much less reserved, her mouth opening to allow my tongue much more freedom than before. It was clear she was eager to experience whatever she could in this moment. I was more than happy to oblige, our tongues thoroughly dancing with one another.
She started to move her hips, in an admittedly grinding against me, and it didn't take long for my body to respond in kind, both in movement and response. I knew she could feel how hard I was, but she didn't care, in fact, she started to move faster.
The two of us, in the mix of sloppy kisses and animistic dry humping, the two of us were in sync. I could feel her hands exploring under my shirt, and I took that as an invitation to do the same, feeling her flat stomach and trailing my fingers across her small waist.
All of it came to the end when the sharp beeping of the oven brought us out of the haze of lust that was wrapped between us.
"I should get that." She didn't move yet, and if it were up to me she wouldn't. Her stomach growled and that dispelled the rest of the lustful atmosphere we created.
I gave her another deep kiss, "I'll help you set the table. Where do you keep the dishes?"
I followed her to the kitchen, and as she directed me to where the plates and forks were, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her as she bent over to grab the food from the oven. It wasn't huge but it was a good size. It suited her.
-STD-
The food smelled divine, and as we made our plates and sat back down in the living room to eat, conversation came easy as the food slowly disappeared.
"I didn't know evidence obtained via tinker tech could be used in court." I stuffed my face with more baked ziti, and I was impressed. I've had it before, but something about this batch had more flavor to it. Maybe the spices and ingredients on Earth Bet were enhanced somehow? Or maybe it was because it was made by a pretty girl. Both could be true.
"Only in parahuman related crimes," She placed her empty bowl on the coffee table. "and since the last potential victim was a hero, they have full reign to pull out all the stops."
"Ah. Does it work like that for real?"
"Kinda? I know that Armsmaster has no problem arresting criminals when the time calls for it."
"The issue is them staying arrested."
"No kidding. Sometimes it feels like a revolving door, with criminals walking in and right back out on the streets with no issue."
"Yeah. Having literal Nazi's in town is kinda a bummer."
She started at me. "You see Nazi's in your hometown and your only reaction is that it's a 'bummer'." She said, deadpanning.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm a simple man."
She leaned on me, her head resting on my shoulder, a genuine smile on her face. "Never change Lucis."
Putting down the bowl, I wrapped an arm around her. "No promises, I might change for the better. Besides, someone's gonna take care of the Empire one of these days."
As the words left my mouth, I found that I meant them. That the Empire would be gone one of these days. I couldn't enjoy my time with Taylor if they ran amok. An interracial couple? No chance.
They were always on borrowed time, but this realization all but confirmed it. They needed to go down one way or another.
The collection of energy within my soul rolled at that, as if in agreement. The Bordello was given more than enough time to grow.
When I returned home, it was time to let it all out.
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You get a little bit of Non-con, as a treat.
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Salvation Through Debauchery
TerraForder
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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I stayed for a few hours after dinner, the night a mix of over analyzing fictional criminals, and pasta flavored make out sessions. Neither of us minded the latter too much, just another thing to experience.
As much as I wanted to carry her to her room and fill her with so much cum that she would be leaking it for days, walking alone in Brockton was a recipe for disaster. Either I'd get killed or more likely, I'd kill somebody and get way too much attention all at once. I wasn't ready for that, at least, I didn't think so.
But Taylor understood the dangers. With one last kiss goodbye, she sent me on the way to the bus stop.
I wasn't going to actually take the bus, I just needed to hit downtown so I could slip into an alleyway and disappear. It was still broad daylight, so I was confident in my safety.
Just in case, I had a spell under my skin at the ready, a simple flash of light to blind and I could make my escape, like a squid. Without the ink of course. And without the eight tentacles attached to me, they were summons instead. And I'm not underwater.
I'm losing the metaphor.
Nevertheless, I managed to reach downtown, and dipping into an alleyway was no issue. I didn't have a detect life spell or an equivalent so I did the tried and true method of using my eyes. They were enhanced, but still just eyes.
No one was in sight, so with a spell and a flick of my magic, I turned myself invisible and warped back to my home.
Landing in my bedroom, I took a moment to kick off my shoes and lay in my bed, absorbing everything in the last few hours. Progress with Taylor was amazing, two thirds of the trio were already taken care of, and the bordello had so much energy I could feel that it was about to burst.
I sat cross legged, taking a deep breath in. I could feel the gate to the Bordello straining, not yet breaking but not holding as strong as it needed to be. I knew I grew with time, but there may have been a limit with storing so much power.
That was something to test in the future. For now, I opened the floodgates.
I could feel the magic surge throughout my body, and I could feel it SMASH through the three barriers it came across. If the first time I did this was the feeling of being submerged in warm honey, this was boiling water. It wasn't painful, I knew the Bordello would never hurt me, but the heat was intense in comparison to the past.
The Great Tempter - Sin's hardly something to get so worked up about. Everyone's sinning all the time. You and your boys? Well, you're just more open about it. And you're rather good about getting others to be open about it too. Something about you tempts everyone around you into bad ideas and lowered inhibitions. In front of you, people consider terrible things that would normally disgust them and find that the apparent downsides of what you offer become far less noticeable, with the upsides being far more pronounced. The act of cheating on their spouse suddenly seems far less egregious in their minds, especially compared to the pleasure they know they'd feel with you. Taking one more loan from you only has them thinking of the extra hit they could buy and not the long-term consequences.
Fall in Love - Is pretty much the one thing you aren't supposed to do here, not that it's an actual rule. After all, who wants to fall in love with and marry a someone who has already fucked a dozen other men, and probably will again before the day is over? In an inversion to simply letting it go, you can actually add more emotion into the most trivial of events, be it the sex you came here to have, or simply holding a door for someone. They won't quite be able to put their finger on it, but it was special for some reason, and that means that if they remember anything about their trip, it'll be you.
Crime and Punishment - Catching cultists and criminals is what you do. You certainly have a knack for capturing them too. Anyone you bind, whether it be with cuffs or rope, will become relatively docile. They can still give you lip, but they won't fight you. You know what else they'd be semi-willing to allow — sexy times. Anyone bound by you will also be willing (somewhat) to have you rail them thoroughly. It's all consensual. It's not like they're bound and unable to escape. Just purely good old fashion fucking — until they get to jail that is. The best part about it is that no one will even stop you. So what if you're pounding a perp in the back of a police car. That's just standard business right there.
Just as soon as it arrived, the intensity stopped, and I found myself with a trio of powers that were already useful on their own, but in combination with one another? It was almost comical how perfectly they synergized.
I already had a few abilities that gave me a Master rating, being a max level Lewd Warlock meant that there was a collection of spells I could draw from to alter some behaviors and light hypnosis. But this? I could capture Rune, rape her until her legs started to shake, convince some of the PRT agents to participate, and she would fall head over heels for me. Not to mention I wouldn't even be stopped from doing it.
I was a corrupting force, and I planned on fully utilizing that in the future.
The mental ping of Shadow Stalker's location rang in my head. I could feel that she was somewhere in the slums, but I wasn't sure if she was patrolling or if she was home. As much as I wanted to take her innocence in her own bed, the potential for something different was on the table. Maybe I could fuck her on a rooftop like I always wanted.
I took of my clothes and stood half naked, boxer briefs still on me. It was time to change into something a bit more comfortable.
Something I didn't notice from last night was the fact that my clothes grew with me. They didn't change but it was something that would be useful in the future. Not only that, but Lewd Witch gave me the ability to alter my clothing. Yes these clothes would be sexual in nature, but it was still something to make note of.
I had no real idea what I wanted my costume to be, I was going to growing and changing almost constantly as time went on, but I wanted something that was...me.
Perhaps I was thinking too hard. I could stick to one thing for now, if the Bordello had something that would let me clone myself, then I'll worry about having different costumes.
For now though, I had a few ideas for the very first outfit I would wear going out, and it could be done with few of the clothing I had inside the house.
This was gonna be fun.
-STD-
From what I understood about patrolling, Wards were usually in groups of two or more, stuck to the mainly the outskirts of PRT territory, somewhere heavily populated to make impromptu appearances and to increase the general public's morale.
Shadow Stalker was alone on a rooftop, deep in E88 territory, and very much away from the general public. Her cloak billowed in the wind and she had one leg propped up on the edge of the roof. She really leaned hard on the edgy teenager look.
I was invisible next to her, maybe a few feet away. I had no idea how to approach her in the first place. Maybe Playing it straight would work.
The spell died slowly, starting from my feet and moving upwards, my form matching her own pose, a leg propped up on the edge of a roof. She did not react, not immediately, but she did have one of her crossbows pointed directly at my head from where she stood.
"Who are you?" Her voice was clear, but distorted by the mask she was wearing, the facsimile in a permanent frown.
"Someone who wants to help." The half-lie came smoothly, "I think you and I could work well together."
"Why should I give a damn what you think?" She turned to face me, "Besides, why would I work with some biker goon? Run to the Merchants, I know Squealer would love another greaseball to work with."
"I'm wearing a leather jacket with a white t-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. If anything, Squealer could learn a few things from me." I rapped my fist on the side of my helmet, "Like protection."
I could hear the distorted snort from her, "A lot of Merchants could learn to use protection. Fucking junkies." She paused for a moment before continuing, "At least wear full gloves when you go out. PRT won't hesitate to run your prints."
"I don't have fingerprints."
"Wait what." Her crossbow momentarily forgotten as it fell from her side as she approached me, grabbing my extended hand to examine it. "Fuck, that's cool."
"Cool enough to work with you? I promise I have a few more tricks that could help you out."
"What makes you think that I need your help?" Unaware that she was still examining my hand.
"Because I know for a fact that the Wards aren't allowed to patrol this far alone." Her hand snapped away from mine, going back to the crossbow on her hip, aiming it at me. "Calm down, if I wanted to work with any of those weaklings, I'd be at the PRT Headquarters going through power testing."
"Hmm. At least you know who really gets things done around here." She sounded smug, and she started to lower her weapon away from me, "What do you gain from helping me?"
"Dead Nazis, hopefully."
She was silent for a moment. I thought I came off a bit too sadistic for her, either scaring her off or not worth the effort. Instead, I was surprised to hear cackling from her. It was sharp and it was quiet, warped even more by the voice modulator.
I couldn't help but join in, our chuckles mixing together before full on laughter came out of the both of us, our laughter mixing into the sounds of the night, allowing us our freedom to be as loud as we want.
"You know what, you caught me in a good mood greaser. I'll humor you for tonight. Stay close and we'll go from there."
Before I could say anything, she jumped off the building, and when she reached the apex of her jump, she shifted into he shadow state. Her momentum carried her to the next building, and she shifted back into her normal form. She turned to me and tilted her head.
I could have just teleported next to her, or even just flew over to where she was. However, I was feeling like she wanted me to show off a little, so I did. I took a running start, and when I reached the edge of the roof, I jumped.
My pure physical capabilities were enhanced, and it came with a level of control I did not initially expect. When I was in the air, I knew exactly how to kill my momentum so I didn't crash into the pavement and cause a hole in the floor. All it took was a roll and I was back up, slightly ahead of Shadow Stalker and looking down at her.
"Lead the way. And call me Lightbringer."
I couldn't see it, but I could feel the grin that was on her face. With a nod only a nod, the two of us moved on, deeper into Empire's territory, with only the buildings as our witnesses.
-STD-
Shadow Stalker raised her hand at the other end of the roof, looking over the edge down into the alley below. I made my way over to her side quietly, hoping that I wouldn't alarm whoever was down there.
Looking over, it was a textbook mugging. An older man had his back to the brick wall as a collection of skinheads surrounded him. Oddly enough, the man was white, maybe a bit tan. Surely these Empire goons weren't dumb enough to think otherwise?
They were whispering, but neither the distance from the ground or the sounds of the night could hide their conversations from my superior ears.
"You don't seem to understand how this works," a young voice spat, "When me and my friends ask you for money, the only thing you should be saying with is 'how much'."
"But...but I already paid for protection!" An older voice cried out, before a punch to the stomach from the skinhead made him double over.
"Wanna try that again? Do me and my boys need to beat some sense into you?"
I tuned them out, looking at Shadow Stalker, her position unchanged from where she started. She didn't say anything but I took it as an opportunity to whisper to her before making my own move.
"Let me show you what I can do." And I jumped off the roof, into the alleyway.
I landed on the ground with no issue, my feet cracking the pavement below me. The occupants of the alley all stared at me, surprise evident on their faces.
A mote of light formed in my hand, and before they could react, I flicked it towards them, the mote expanding into a flash of light, momentarily exposing the alley to the radiance of the light, obliterating the shadow and blinding everyone in the vicinity.
But not me.
Rushing towards the first one, he went down with a light tap on his chin, the second one went down just as easy with the same move. The third has hit by closed fist to his midsection. The last one was out into a headlock, his nails scratching against my forearm but finding no purchase whatsoever, the leather of my jacket stopping all any form of damage.
After a few moments, he was unconscious.
By the time the older man rubbed the light out of his eyes, the skinheads were down and out.
I set down the thug, reaching down for the old man with my arm outstretched, "Are you alright?"
"A bit of pain, but I'll be fine. It's not even the worst they've done." He grabbed my hand, hefting himself up to his feet. "I don't recognize you. New in town?"
"Sure," I said dismissively. No need to tell him the truth, "You can wait for the ambulances if you want. Cops might want to question you though."
"Thank you. Good to know that some heroes can be useful."
I patted down one of the grunts before grabbing a phone and dialing nine-one-one.
"What's your emergency?"
"Parahuman Lightbringer speaking, I got an older man injured after an assault from the Empire Eighty Eight. Gang members have been incapacitated, just need an ambulance and a pickup. In the alley between Eighth and Hathaway."
"Thank you. Ambulance and pickup in five."
I hung up, and turned to the man. "So, we have five minutes. Tell me about yourself."
If he was jarred by the casualness of me and the situation, the old man didn't show it. The old man, no, Joshua, seemed comfortable with just telling me about his small textiles shop while we waited. It was boring, it was monotonous, but it was familiar to me. Just letting people be people. Outwardly I was listening, but in my head I could feel one of my marks move closer to me.
I was about to say something when the sound of police sirens drowned me out, and when I turned around I saw her.
"Ah, Miss Militia. If I knew you were coming by, I would have put on my good outfit."
She narrowed her eyes at me, "If you knew I was coming, you wouldn't be here in the first place." her arms were crossed, and as the police detained the thugs and Joshua was looked over by paramedics, the PRT stood by their marked van, watching the two of us speak.
"Maybe," I laughed, out, "but if I learned anything, it's that running never really makes things better." I leaned against the brick wall, "So, what's gonna happen now?"
She studied me for a moment, before she perked up. I could hear someone talking on the other end of her earpiece, the words somewhat difficult to make out. Tinkertech maybe? Doesn't matter, she started speaking again.
"Nothing happens. You didn't kill anyone and you didn't run when the authorities showed up," She sighed out, rubbing her temples, "That's better than most independents on their first night."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card, "Here. You don't have to join, but registering as a parahuman and power testing? It's a start to a healthy relationship."
I grabbed the card, reading over it. It had a simple graphic, with raised lettering, white words on a black background. "Nice card, but this is a pretty soft pitch." In truth, I expected to be lectured on the dangers of being an independent in Brockton Bay.
"I'll leave the statistics and the long winded lectures to Armsmaster. For now, all you need to know is that if you're tired of working alone, the PRT will gladly take you."
With that, she walked away, leaving me to my thoughts.
I could still feel Shadow Stalker nearby, her body hidden on the rooftop nearby when Miss Militia started approaching. Deciding I spent enough time away from her, I made my way to the base of the building she was on.
I turned a corner, and as I slipped away, I turned invisible and took to the skies.
It didn't take long for me to find her, she was sitting on a rooftop, her mask still on, her leaning on a metal air duct that was protruding from the roof.
"Nice moves back there," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "warn me next time you decide to flash bang the area."
"Next time? So we're doing this again?"
"No shit. Someone needs to make sure you don't get yourself killed taking forever like you did back there. No need to banter, get in, kick their ass, get out."
"I'll be sure to remember that for next time."
We sat in silence for a moment before I pulled out Miss Militia's card, "I was given this."
"Why are you telling me?"
I tried to pour as much emotion as my newest perk, Fall in Love, could let me into the next sentence, "Because you're in the Wards. I want your opinion on working with the PRT and Protectorate."
She paused at that. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear a huff a frustration come out of her mouth. "Damn idiot...if you like doing what you want, don't work for them."
"You wanna expand on that?"
"They have rules. Guidelines, So much red tape, it's a miracle anything gets done here. We're heroes, and we're forced on the back-foot so much, that we might as well hand this city to the villains." She started to get passionate now, moving her hands as she she spoke, "We play by rules that the villains don't have, I don't even think we're playing the same game."
She continued, "If we don't want to be prey to psychos like Hookwolf, we gotta start changing some things. Like being proactive instead of reactive. Like sending a message."
"By killing random thugs?"
"Or making sure the big guys can't get up."
"Stalker, I -"
"Don't fucking lecture me. I was told that it's short sighted, self destructive, all that shit. Is it so bad I want to just...to just...AGH!"
She slammed her fist on the air ducts, denting it, and after a moment she shook her hand.
"Stupid fucking PR, I said I wanted padding on these things but no, assholes set me up for this…"
I grabbed her hand, and she was about to pull away with a curse, until the healing spell entered her system. I could feel her relax,a content sigh coming from her.
"Wait a second. You're a healer." She said, still holding my hand.
"I'm not gonna leave you with a broken hand."
"Hmm. Maybe you really shouldn't join the PRT. They might chain you to the floor and use you."
"They can certainly try." I stopped the flow of magic, her hand fully healed, "You should be good now."
"...Thanks. I Should get going, it's late." She paused for a moment before holding out her hand, "Give me the business card." I complied and she pulled out a pen from...somewhere. She scribbled a few numbers before handing it to me. "Text that number if you want to do this again. Just not during the day."
I took the card, pondering over it. This was...unexpected, to say the least. "Thank you Shadow Stalker. I can't wait for next time."
"Same here. Don't get yourself killed in the meantime Lightbringer."
With that, she turned into her shadow state and was off, her form being carried by the wind.
As I watched her retreating shadow form, I must admit that I enjoyed spending some time with her. Maybe it was because I could show my powers without a real worry, but something about Sophia was different from what I usually see.
Maybe the line separating Shadow Stalker and Sophia Hess was much bolder than I thought. She spoke with a reasoning that felt weak, sure, but it was still something she believed in.
I was still planning to utterly dominate and ruin her, but having her trust me, at least enough for me to call her?
That opened up some opportunities.
-STD-
Getting back home was as easy as falling into an alley and teleporting back home, small motes of light waved away as I laid out on my bed, naked as the day as I was born.
Today was truly a mixed bag. On the side of good things that happened, I finally got to kiss Taylor! Without the use of any of the Bordello as well, all natural. As natural as I could get at least. Additionally, my first night out as Lightbringer went well, even if it was just a mugging. The less Parahumans involved the better.
The more eh moments was my entire performance fighting those muggers. It was fast, it was clean, but my god was it boring. It was good to know that an average Joe wouldn't be able to take me down, but a challenge would be nice. Ah, and how could I forget, getting the attention from the PRT.
I brought it down on myself, and in hindsight I should have hid from them and fucked off with Shadow Stalker after I made the call. All that being said there was no way in hell I would be able to avoid them for long, so it would be better to develop a rapport with them early on.
I admit, I am heavily relying on the Bordello to have some sort of cloning ability. Being able to play both sides of the law would be exactly what I needed to maximize my ability to get laid.
Speaking of which, I also got Shadow Stalker's contact information.
I won't pretend I'm not excited, I can imagine just calling her in the dead of night, drawing her into a dark secluded rooftop, placing an electrified hand around her neck, and start tearing her clothes off. From there the only real issue would be making sure she didn't scream too loud. I even sent a text to the number to make sure I was locked in.
But where was I? Ah, the bad.
The bad was the inevitable scuffle with the Empire I was gonna go through. The goons I sent to jail were inevitably going to escape, and that meant my description during that night are going to spread like wildfire. Thankfully my costume is so incredibly generic that they wouldn't be able to find me. Aside from the horns of course, but most would assume it was a part of the helmet.
I couldn't stress how dangerous it would be for me to fight The Empire, especially before their identities get leaked. They're currently united by Kaiser and his charisma, and moved like a well oiled machine. He also boasted having the most parahumans at his beck and call, which explains why he was able to establish and keep a foothold in Brockton for so long.
Individually, I could take out a good chunk of the Empire's superpowered roster. Othala was base human and borderline a joke, the same goes for Alabaster, just keeping him pinned would be enough. I could out perform Stormtiger's aerokinesis, and depending on how my light constructs held up, I could cut through any of the bullshit Kaiser and Hookwolf threw at me. Assuming one on one, I'd be fine about sixty five, maybe seventy percent of the time.
But most of the Empire's capes don't fight alone.
Night and Fog, Fenja and Menja, Othala usually pairing up with Victor, Rune commonly on support for whoever needs it, they work on a buddy system because they have the manpower to do so. Until I could confidently say I can handle a two-on-one at minimum, Empire territory would not be seeing me out there alone.
Fuck me, this was a headache. No wonder everyone goes after the Merchants first. Would have been a better idea, and I would have gotten Squealer as a personal cum slut. Blonde with some nice fat tits, Skidmark had no idea what to do with all that.
Whatever. Tomorrow I had nothing planned aside from finally trying out Fugly Bob's for the first time since I got here.
As I wrapped into the welcoming embrace of cotton, polyester, and silk, the worries of today slipped away.
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Salvation Through Debauchery
TerraForder
Chapter 6: Interlude 1 - Various
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Taylor Hebert
Lucis Freeman wasn't always a student at Winslow.
She didn't know all the details of it, but he just kind of...showed up one day at school. He was tall, quiet, and despite how he stood out, he had a tendency to fade in the background.
He was also one of the few people to continue talking to Taylor when the Trio was bullying her, so naturally, her opinion on him was drastically improved compared to anyone else. That's not to say just talking to her was what made her fall for him. If that was the case, she would have been dating Greg already.
No, it was the little things. The moments where he checks up on her, being interested what she was saying, and overall not treating her as if she had the plague, or if she was made of glass. And when the bullying tapered off, it was nice to see him continue the friendship, that it wasn't out of pity.
He was the same, maybe a bit awkward when he actually got to talking to her more openly, but she couldn't throw stones. He was an oddly consistent part of her school life when he started, always somewhere nearby. Maybe that's why she was a bit concerned when he was out of the school for a week.
She's glad that her worries were unnecessary, because when he came back, he was...motivated in a way that he wasn't before. He was sure of himself, more idle in a way he wasn't before, more aware of what was happening around him. In truth, he seemed a bit cocky.
She was prepared for him to abandon her, but instead he walked right up to her like nothing ever changed, as if he didn't notice people staring at the two of them talk, as if he wasn't absolutely glowing in that moment.
But he talked to her, and later he apologized for things she didn't even realize he did wrong. She forgave him and well…
Now she couldn't stop thinking about him.
Bringing him home was bold, bolder than she ever was in the past, but she didn't regret it for a moment. Having him over gave her a sense of control she thought she lost months ago, and if that meant making out with a boy she's been slightly crushing on, she would do it.
Taylor rubbed her thighs together, the memory of his lips, his tongue, his body. She couldn't wait to see what else they would do, the things she could learn from him.
She shook her head. He was distracting, but maybe she needed a distraction right now anyway. She wasn't going to be able to sleep, but there is something else she could do. She started to pull down her athletic shorts, her long legs quickly kicking off the shorts, her fingers finding the perfect spot between her legs.
She didn't want to get her hopes up too much about having sex with Lucis, there was still a chance this was all one big joke, but a girl could dream. A girl could hope that the boy she was interested in wasn't just doing it all on a dare. She could hope that just for once, she could feel like a normal teenager who really wanted to try new things with a boy.
And as one Taylor Hebert lost herself to ecstasy imagining the things that one Lucis Freeman would do to her, a well of power grew just a little bit more.
Sophia Hess: Shadow Stalker
Shadow Stalker, despite her belief that there were two types of people in this world, always wanted an equal or at least someone she could relate to in the Wards, someone she could rely on to have her back in the field. They were good enough most of the time, but they were rigid, unwilling to adapt when the time came. She understood the importance of orders but following them blindly is how you end up with someone like Miss Militia. Powerful, incredibly capable, and parahuman power that could clear out a good chunk of the pests that infest Brockton.
Instead of the predator she was meant to be, she's shackled by bureaucracy and red tape, knocking on doors that she could be breaking down, the kind of hero that lets a cosmopolitan city like Brockton get overrun by fucking Nazis of all things. Just another thing that justified Shadow Stalker's original crusade.
But that Lightbringer? He was the real deal. Capable enough to keep up with her, strong enough to hold his own against the goons of the Empire, and he had that special something that made her stand being next to him. That last part was important if she wanted this partnership to last beyond their first night.
Giving out the number of her current burner phone was low risk move that corroborated that. Her personal phone gave away her identity, and her Ward sponsored phone was just a glorified beacon with extra bells and whistles. Privacy was not the priority on that thing.
So much for keeping him a secret though, of all times for Miss Militia to actually be in the city, it had to be the night where she met Lightbringer. If it was Armsmaster, Lightbringer would have been given a pamphlet, lectured a few statistics and that's it. He would probably be forgotten about by the next day. The Tinker was more of a hands off recruiter, letting parahumans make the choice for themselves if they were independent. Up until they were labeled as vigilantes and brought in like she was.
She jumped to another rooftop as she made her way closer to Emma's house. It wouldn't be any real surprise to anyone if Shadow Stalker crashed there. She's done it plenty of times before, and to be honest, it's been a few days since she talked to her survivor. She didn't miss her, but it was an odd break in routine.
Madison was oddly silent in the group chat as well, the usual barrage of cape fic recommendations were at a standstill. It was odd, but the last time she worried about her and not sending texts, it turned out she was doing more...degenerate things. It was hard to believe that people believed her whole innocent shtick.
Anyway, back to Lightbringer.
A total unknown, friendly, light based abilities, photokinesis Armsmaster would call it. He's also a fucking healer.
Parahuman healers were incredibly rare, and even then, they were more of a monkey's paw situation. She wasn't sure about names, but she heard of someone who had some kind of healing potion that tasted like piss. It accelerated healing, but apparently it needed to be at least two liters worth of it.
Most people wouldn't want to drink that.
Aside from Panacea, the only other healer who did so such a through job of healing was Othala, but she was a fucking Nazi, and it was still up in the air on how long that power actually lasted.
But Lightbringer seemed to be in the same camp of Panacea, and a healer like that on call would be a boon, an equalizer for when she went out at night. He seemed to have good fighting instincts at least. Smart enough to end a fight fast as well.
He had potential, that much was obvious. He just needed some refinement, and that came with time and practice.
She felt her phone vibrate, breaking her out of her thoughts. Checking her messages, it was Lightbringer. She wasn't expecting a message so soon, but she could work with this.
After sending a quick message to say that yes, she did get the message and it really is her, she grinned. She could think of a good way to test that healing of his. It would take some careful planning, but if it worked? She could have an actual partner on the field.
Coil
There was a new Parahuman in the city.
It didn't take long for information on this Lightbringer to...come to light, so to speak. He was an anomaly behavioral wise, oddly cooperative with the PRT and the police who arrived on the scene. Be it due to the fact that it was Miss Militia or just because it was another hero remains to be seen.
He saved another video that made it's rounds on PHO. It's no surprise that he was recorded in an area as dense as that, yet very few of them had a recording after the initial flash. The light was blinding, and in more than one video, it was enough to fry a few lower end camera lenses, leaving only audio in some cases. Some people even dropped their phone after the flash, with their cameras providing a point of view falling.
But enough about inferior technology, what Coil was interested in was his power.
A light based power that seemed to be just as strong at night? This person could be on the same level as Purity if given enough time, at least, this is what he was assuming. He would see if Tattletale could come to a similar conclusion.
The reason he was so interested? He needed a heavy hitter for the Undersiders that wasn't Bitch. Her hounds were far more useful as transportation, and having to risk them in open combat would be less than optimal.
He may not truly care for the teens, but there is no denying that their distractions were perfect in what they needed to do. If they had someone like this Lightbringer, they would have the backup for higher priority targets. Maybe they'd be useful for actual missions. Maybe they could help him with a small side project he's been considering.
But only time will tell.
For now, there was not much to do aside from collect clips and send them to Tattletale. He would get his new member, and The Undersiders will get their blaster.
Although he was tempted to split the timeline to really explore all of his options, he felt no need. He is a patient man, and there was no need to abandon his safety timeline for one parahuman. Besides, he will get what he wants.
He always does.
Emily Piggot
Miss Militia was a picture perfect soldier, she listened to her superiors and acted on her orders before questioning them. She was strong, level headed, and a perfect fit among her PRT footmen. She was a symbol for female parahumans across America, and she will continue to be in years to come.
Despite all this, she was still something of a bleeding heart.
She felt for her fellow parahumans, even though most of them wouldn't give her the same courtesy.
"Miss Militia, although I appreciate you establishing an...amendable first contact with this new parahuman, the relationship we have with him is still new."
"Director Piggot," She started, frown visible through her eyes, "I don't believe that would be the best way to approach him. If anything, we need to make it incredibly clear that we're interested in him."
"Yes, but the last thing we need is to be pushy and scare him off with talks of commitment." Piggot held up a finger and took a drink of water before continuing, "It's been a long while since Brockton has seen a parahuman who doesn't immediately cause a wide scale scandal on their debut."
Miss Militia paused for a moment, about to answer to refute that, but...it's true. Parahumans were volatile, and had a tendency to make headlines before they even could choose a side in the cape scene.
"I'm glad you're starting to understand where I'm coming from." Piggot said, her voice cold, "We will maintain our distance, and we will allow for this 'Lightbringer' to come to us in time. I will not risk the Wards or even several members of the Protectorate on an unknown. Am I understood?"
The slump in Miss Militia's shoulders was visible, "Yes Director Piggot, understood."
As the hero turned and walked away, Piggot spoke up again. "Miss Militia."
She turned around, back straight. "Yes Director?"
Piggot tapped a nail on her desk, "I am not willing to risk too many resources on this. However, if you so happen to run into him during your patrols, you have full authority to try and turn him to our side."
The smile in Miss Militia's eyes was obvious, "Thank you Director Piggot." She turned and left quickly without a dismissal. Out of character for Miss Militia, but it was probably to leave before Piggot could change her mind again.
Fair enough, Piggot has done the same in the past when she was a foot soldier.
Piggot took another sip of her water, wishing that it was alcohol instead. Stubborn parahumans were the worst, be it hero or villain, and Miss Militia was incredibly stubborn. She could have easily made her kowtow to her authority, but giving the freedom to engage? It would be less of a headache in the long run.
Besides, when was the last time Miss Militia had such interest in recruiting? Shadow Stalker? A parahuman she could focus on might be the best thing that happened to her.
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