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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 1: 01
Bio-Forge Master (Revamp)
Chapter 1
Gifts from the Forge:
-Make Me A Better Man! (Franken Fran)
-Commencing Operations (Franken Fran)
"Honestly, I would've preferred anything else really. But still… not a terrible beginning." Fran mused, "Would've been better if it was robotics, being a Bonesaw-esque tinker won't make me any fans, especially among the local PRT leadership."
Personally, Fran would've loved to have something to help him establish a proper identity, as other than a cheap flip phone, the clothes on his back, and a wallet with a couple hundred dollars he was essentially a ghost. Which came with benefits and downsides, which were lessened by living in Brockton Bay.
Turns out people generally didn't care if you have no proper identification as long as you don't openly break the law! Who knew? Though that was largely due to a combination of a dying economy, overworked and possibly corrupt police force, and a surplus supply of criminals and parahuman gang leaders and gangsters.
So, Fran easily got a job as a graveyard caretaker, ensuring that he had a steady supply of materials to tinker with as well as a small house (more of a shack really) in the graveyard. But what he really wanted more than anything was a companion.
Humans were social creatures after all, and plus it would make operation on himself easier instead of just operating on portions of his body at a time. Still the ad hoc surgery he made in the cellar of his home served its purpose… even if sanitation was a chore.
Still there was no rest for the wicked as the saying goes.
Sighing, Fran brushed his hair back before grabbing the essentials (keys, wallet, phone) and his bus pass. Honestly, he would rather be doing anything else instead of going out, but sometimes you gotta do stuff you don't enjoy. Besides he generally found it amusing when guys would hit on him thinking he was an exceptionally flat girl.
He'd always retort, "Okay, but I top. You got lube?" Their reactions always improved his mood!
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Fran left his shack and locked up, not like he had anything worth stealing, just some homemade surgical tools and some medical supplies he slowly gathered using his earnings from his caretaker job and his other part time job. Honestly, he wished he had gotten something from the Forge that allowed him to make a pocket dimension so he could just… turtle up and tinker.
Still there was no point in complaining about it, he'll either get something eventually or he'll break down and contact Toybox about getting one.
Getting on the bus Fran noticed the bus was largely empty, which was rather surprising given the time of day but suited him just fine. With the exception of the bus driver, a surly looking specimen that looked like he just wanted to say fuck it and go home, and a short mousy looking woman. A rather attractive mousy woman at that, and well outside of his right-hand Fran hadn't had any action since he came to the Bay, not to say he was going to put the moves on her… largely because he didn't have any confidence in his social skills.
Seeing all the available seats Fran had his pick, and initially he was just going to go sit in the back and keep to himself… then he noticed the woman seemed to be in something of a funk. Deciding to be a good Samaritan, which actually does exist in Brockton Bay, he walked down the aisle towards her.
After a moment of thought he sat down in a seat across from her, "You look like you need someone to talk to." He said after a few moments of thought.
She looked up at him clearly startled, apparently lost in her own mind, but shrugged and tried to stifle a yawn.
"Working the night shift?" Fran hazards a guess.
"No, no." She said, "Just sleepless nights."
"Ah." Fran nodded he was familiar enough with those (often caused by dreams of the local PRT dropping the hammer on him).
Fran had no doubt in his mind the woman picked up on his social awkwardness and possibly took pity on him, "I work as an interior designer, so that keeps me pretty busy." She said, "I suppose the stress doesn't help. You'd think they'd trust the person they hired to decorate for them, but no. Clearly, they know more than the trained professional, thankfully those are the minority… still stressful though." She added with a huff.
Seeing the olive branch, she extended Fran took it without hesitation, "That sounds rough, I hate dealing with people. Never really liked dealing with the public, suppose that's why my job and part-time job ensure I don't have to deal with idiots." He said dryly.
"Oh? And what is your job?" She asked curiously, "Oh, I never introduced myself. Kayden Anders." She added with a smile.
Fran very carefully didn't react to her name though inwardly he cried, "Why is Nazi Mom so cute!?"
"Ah, well I'm Fran Moss." He said, "And I work as a caretaker for the Brocton graveyard, the pay is ass but at least I don't have to rent an apartment."
"Oh?" At least she didn't look weirded out… probably because a job is a job, "And part time?"
"A morgue." He answered, "The pay is good, but it's full of stiffs and weirdos."
Kayden giggled faintly at his rather poor, at least in his mind, attempt at a joke.
"I couldn't imagine working in a morgue." She said with a smile, "I'd be creeped out, how do you deal with it?"
"Eh, it's not too bad. I'm mostly an errand boy, cleaning tools or getting coffee." Fran said with a shrug, "Not to say I haven't had to deal with weirdos that wanted to crack open a cold one, though I imagine those idiots are strung out on Merchant shit and wouldn't normally do it."
"That's disgusting!" Kayden said as her face scrunched up and all Fran could do was nod in empathetic agreement, honestly it was times like that that he really hated his part time job.
"Yeah, I mean… hopefully they're stoned or something." He said, "If not then it's probably a case of terminal stupidity."
Kayden, though still looking disgusted at the necrophiliac comment, smiled at Fran. Honestly it looked a lot better than that frown she had previously.
"Well, thanks… I needed that more than I thought. Perhaps we'll run into each other again someday?" She offered.
"Heh, perhaps. I don't have a vehicle, so I use the bus regularly." Fran said only slightly disappointed to not get Nazi Mom's phone number.
"Well, my stop is coming up." She said, "Take care of yourself." She added before she got up and moved to the front of the bus.
"Back at you!" Fran said with a smile as he moved to let the woman get up and into the aisle.
And as she walked forward Fran couldn't help but admire her very nice backside.
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Bank?
Y/N?
"Huh? Well, bank I guess." Though the lure of rolling called to Fran he resisted the urge with little difficulty.
Fran rubbed his nose as he contemplated his encounter with Nazi Mom. Granted he only ever read fanfiction he was aware of the 'big names' on the parahuman scene. Still, this wasn't just the fictional works of Wildbow or the more pleasant fanfictions of said setting.
This was real life and even Nazis weren't evil all the time. Fran knew better than to rely on his knowledge as a crutch. Shaking his head, he sat back down and waited for his stop, while pulling out his cheap phone to check the time. He really needed to get a new phone (maybe one of those DragonTech phones?) or get a damn wristwatch!
Fran just chuckled, getting a quick look from the driver before he focused on driving. No doubt thinking, he had a crazy on board or something. Honestly it wouldn't be the first time someone thought he was crazy; people normally gave him that look when he told them his primary job.
He still didn't get why people found his job as graveyard caretaker creepy…
Fran bit into Fugly Bob's Double-Double burger happily, honestly, he could never deny the allure of a good burger and despite what you'd think Fugly Bob knew how to make a damn good burger! As he enjoyed his meal, he couldn't help but wonder about the Celestial Forge and the Perks they gave him.
He wondered if his sudden willingness to commit Mad Science on himself and graverobbing for materials was the result of Make Me A Better Man and Commencing Operations? While he wasn't familiar with the manga Franken Fran from the name of the series and impressions, he got from the perks themselves well… body horror was to be expected. What would happen if he got any of the Techpriest perks? Would he suddenly start… worshiping technology and going all 'the flesh is weak' or something? Honestly, it was rather disturbing to know that it was entirely possible that the perks mess with his mind.
"Not to mention the danger of living in a city where the PRT regional leader has a very legitimate hatred of Biotinkers." Granted if he didn't start creative abominations, she might not purge him in fire… well hopefully anyways.
Traumatic events don't usually lead to stable individuals, especially when someone presses the trauma button.
Granted, Fran didn't have the 'Conflict Drive' or whatever that drove Parahumans to fight and do stupid shit, but he could deny that he felt the urge to tinker and create and with his current perks? Body horror and possible abominations were to be expected. Not to mention that now the thought of gathering fresh materials to work with didn't bother him as much as it really should.
He had no desire to apply for the Slaughterhouse, which actually sparked the idea of visiting an actual slaughterhouse and well 'helping himself' to some refuse. Or maybe steal away an animal? Thoughts to consider, with his skills organ rejection and failure simply didn't register.
Honestly the amount of shit he could do was somewhat overwhelming, lifesaving surgery, cosmetics, repair, and enhancement! Whatever field of surgery he went into promised he could make some serious cash, hell just from cosmetic surgery alone he would be set!
Never mind what he could do in the Adult Entertainment industry. Refractory period, he could shorten it. Fertility issues, he could either make you hyper fertile or not. Want a bigger dick or a tighter pussy? Utter child's play! Bigger breasts or fuller ass, honestly, he could probably sleep through the procedures.
Actually, the sheer versatility of his two perks alone were enough to give anyone an ego… Fran could only imagine how much worse it'd be as he got more!
"Perhaps I could do some work at the hospital, though that means I'd probably have to go through the PRT… well I can ask anyway. I might just be surprised, and they accept it, the hospital staff is pretty overworked even with Panacea." Fran thought.
All it would take is some cuts, he could convert his scalp into a wig that was held in place by some biological paste or magnets. Perhaps just dye them a different color and save himself the trouble? Yeah, that sounded like a better idea honestly, at least until he came up with a more permanent solution.
Still, that was neither here nor there, it could wait until he got home. Right now, he was planning on enjoying this heart attack on a bun, when he got a better set up, he could clean out his arteries. And not even the gun fight that broke out not too far away was enough to stop Fran from enjoying his meal.
After all, Fugly's shop was pretty much a concrete box, and as long as the idiots weren't using tinkertech bullshit no small caliber rounds were punching through his walls! And outside of Coil's mercs no one had genuine tinkertech guns, and no Fran really didn't count the occasional video game inspired guns from Leet as true weapons given their habit of failing… usually in an explosive manner.
"Actually, how is that man-child still alive anyway? I would've thought after that Grand Theft Auto clusterfuck he would've been lynched!" Honestly, he attributed Leet's survival to Uber's abilities.
While Fran didn't know much about the dimwitted duo that is Uber and Leet besides what he picked up on PHO. But what he did learn made him respect and pity Uber in equal measure, he had to be the Broest Bro to Ever Bro to stick with Leet after all the shit he pulled! Never mind the fact that the aforementioned GTA bit still had the sex workers of the Bay calling for his blood!
Honestly, Fran felt like if Uber simply broke things off with Leet he could go legit (maybe) or actually become a much more successful villain.
"Pity, if Leet wasn't so… Leet I could imagine myself vegging out and chilling with them playing games."
If anything, Fran started wondering where he could get some medical supplies for his own tinkering, with what he had (which was nothing more than basic first aid) there was very little he could actually do. In fact, it made him reconsider his previous thoughts of operating on himself… maybe. The temptation was really there…
"Ah, I'll just trust the Forge to not kill me." He just really hoped that this didn't come back to bite him in his, admittedly cute, ass.
But that still didn't change the fact that he needed medical supplies, tools were already taken care of… even if he would prefer some proper tools instead of handmade ones. He still needed other things: medicines, drugs, equipment, and various other odds and ends. Granted, Fran could rob a Rite-Aid for drugs and basic medical supplies, but he didn't really want to involve himself in the whole 'Cops and Robbers' game as he recalled Tattletale once calling it.
He'd like to stay neutral, well for the most part. If he got a chance he'd definitely fuck with the Nazis.
With a faint chortle of amusement Fran resumed eating and planning. Seeing as he didn't want to be labeled as a villain that meant his only real targets were the gangs, and the only real gang he could safely go after was the Merchants. They were the gang many newly triggered Parahumans cut their teeth on, well if they were wanting to be heroes of course. Their store houses would have plenty of drugs and money to fuel his tinkering.
Plus, the Merchants were hardly the most subtle of gangs, so finding their store houses wasn't too much of a challenge seeing as everyone in the gang sampled their own product.
Besides, unless the Forge decided to start throwing perks at him that would help resolve his materials situation, he needed a way to get things to make himself a proper sterile surgery suite that wouldn't out him as a 'Wetware' thinker or a Biotinker. The differences between the two were nonexistent really but they were there, and already Fran was the worst type of Biotinker.
An unrestricted one, or he will be with some more perks. Though he would really appreciate a way to make helpers as he doubted anyone other than perhaps Bonesaw would be interested in being his assistant…
That being said his brain started providing the means to create Sentinels, and not the Mutant-hunting giant robots either. And the process told him without a doubt that if anyone learned how they were made he'd get a Kill Order slapped on him so fast his head would spin… before it disappeared entirely!
Fran bit viciously into his burger to keep himself from shouting at his brain, he really didn't want to cause a scene. Again.
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"Bank." Fran thought as he took a sip on his soda.
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 2: 02
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 2
"Okay. I'm going to trust you, Forge." Fran said at his ad hoc surgery naked from the waist up, "I don't have a reason to trust you, but I have to. You're all that's standing between surviving and dying. So, I'm going to trust your perks, and that this mad science I'm going to commit on myself will actually work."
He wasn't entirely sure if the Celestial Forge was aware, or at least aware in a way humans could understand, but for a moment he swore that he could hear massive gears turn in the back of his head and the warmth of a forge fill him. He wasn't sure if it was just self-delusion or not, but he decided that whatever was backing his power was reassuring him.
With a steadying breath Fran grabbed a syringe filled with purple fluid, a pain suppressant to keep the pain from distracting him and injected it before he grabbed a scalpel and looked at his arm, this was the first step to helping him survive.
"Okay, okay I can do this…" Fran muttered as he double checked, more out of nerves than anything else and a desire to let his pain suppressant to spread, to make sure all the tools he'd need were within reach.
Licking his lips he took another breath, "Okay, no more stalling. This is going to be my first step to the future." He said, "I got all the knowledge on how to perform exploratory surgery and how to improve myself to peak human performance. If I had the resources, I could turn myself into a virtual Space Marine! Just fucking do it…"
With a final steading breath Fran took the scalpel and with skill and finesse he knew he would've never possessed naturally he split his skin from the base of his wrist to elbow, with his pain largely repressed he only felt an easily ignored sting. Even as he carefully peeled the skin until his entire forearm was exposed.
Moving his fingers Fran watched in fascination as his tendons tensed and released and watched his muscles flex. Any previous hesitance was the farthest thing on his mind as he his mind was filled with plans on how to improve… everything really. Strength, bone density, how to weave an organic subdermal armor, how to weave an organic mesh around his arteries, even how to increase blood flow and oxygen intake!
Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure why he was so hesitant to begin sooner! He could've already laid the groundwork for future surgeries! Well, better late than never. Still a shame though, so much lost time…
Sadly, with his makeshift tools and ad hoc surgery there was only so much he could realistically do. He could at best give himself peak human physicality but anything beyond that required better suited tools and a proper surgery. Not to mention more materials than he could realistically get from graverobbing and maintain some level of plausible deniability. Still, he supposed he needed to learn to walk before he started running.
"Hmm, good thing the security at the morgue is so shit." Fran muttered as he poked and prodded his arm, "I have plenty of material in storage, so I shouldn't have to dig up fresh graves for material. Hmm, perhaps I could use my talent at cosmetic alterations to hide my identity?"
At the comment his mind was filled with the procedures to create an entirely new face and swap it out like from the movie Face-Off!
"Hmm, perhaps a respirator for a secondary mask?" Fran mused, "Maybe later, I can just use a basic surgical mask. Well might as well get to giving myself a tune up! I'll work on my new face later… if I have enough skin in stock."
"Okay, so… peak human. Feels good." Granted it took some clever workarounds as he rather liked his femboy aesthetic though he would have to give it another run due to the hurried nature of the procedure, "Now, the last layer of my disguise." Well for now anyway as he didn't have any spare skin in storage.
The part of him that still thought this was all a fever dream and that powers didn't exist squirmed and squealed as he started to perform a Direct Laryngoscopy on himself to loosen up his vocal cords and in theory deepen his voice.
After slicing the skin, he got some small tacks to pin them open as he got to work, and as he operated on himself, he allowed himself to wonder if he should contact Aisha or not, she knew a lot more than anyone would really expect and the only thing she hated more than Merchants were Nazis. On one hand… he knew he really shouldn't call her and ask if she knew of any Merchant store houses for him to rob, mainly because she would want to take part… and Fran wasn't entirely sure if he could say no to her. She and her father had done a lot to help him adjust to Brockton Bay, and honestly… Aisha was his only friend so there is that.
Oh… and Brian was there, though he didn't do much other than stare at him judgingly. Like he was planning on abducting his sister… though it might've been because Aisha had been calling him her Twink Daddy and being all suggestive.
Yeah, thinking about it that was probably it.
Maybe she could help him loot the place? Obviously, he would go in and clear the place, and it would give them the freedom to loot at their leisure. They'd mainly take money, but Fran wasn't sure if he could resist taking anything interesting. He wasn't entirely sure he'd find anything interesting, but you never know.
But still while looting a gang was truly a net positive really, it still didn't resolve the subject of funding for his tinkering. And not for the first time he considered going to the PRT, logically he knew the whole Biotinker fear was artificially inflated and that if he just came out as one, he wouldn't get a Kill Order slapped on him if he didn't do anything to earn said Kill Order.
Yet another part of him kept reminding him that the local PRT Director is a Nilbog survivor and had all the assorted trauma that came with the title. The woman had a damn good reason to hate Biotinkers, and given her possible distaste of capes in general? Honestly, he shouldn't let his paranoia dictate what he does.
Fran shook his head to dislodge those thoughts if he wasn't currently operating on his voice box.
Instead, he decided to think on something different, perhaps he could approach the hospital and rent out his skills. He could deal with truly terminal cases when Panacea wasn't available for whatever reason for a modest profit. And eventually he could even open a clinic of his own where he would offer reconstructive and cosmetic surgeries for a fee, he wouldn't technically be fleecing the rich since his perks gave him the skill to back up all his boasts as well.
Carefully gluing the skin back in place Fran chuckled, "Testing." He said experimentally, finding he sounded vaguely similar to Barry Manalow.
Or maybe he thought that because it was the only voice he could think of? Didn't matter really, now that his operation was all complete, he could clean his tools, sterilize them, and put them up for next time! Humming to himself he got up and gathered everything before walking over to a sink to wash them up.
"Hmm, hell with it. I'll shoot Aisha a text." He decided as he finished washing his hands.
If he (and Aisha seeing as she'll involve herself despite his wishes) got a good payday from this heist he would easily give Aisha a cut. Though she'd probably demand he treat her to something or otherwise spoil her. Which… he honestly didn't have much of a problem with doing honestly. Maybe he could actually get himself an actual apartment instead of a shed… that'd be nice.
While the privacy his current living situation afforded him was very nice, he didn't like having to routinely run off idiots that thought about dicking around in a graveyard.
100 CP Gained!
300 CP Available!
Bank?
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A part of him wanted to bank the points, but it was entirely possible that the Forge would provide him an answer to his current issues… somehow. He had no idea how the Forge worked, was it something like a random number generator? Was there actually some form of sentience behind the scenes? Was some godlike entity at the helm and decided whether or not to give him a bone? Or… was it purely RNG?
Regardless, nothing ventured, nothing gained right?
"Roll…" Fran said.
Rolling…
Scions of the seventh Dawn x 3 – (free) (Final Fantasy XIV)
Success
Rolling…
The Operating Theater – (free) (Franken Fran)
Success
Rolling…
NEVER say NEVER – (400 cp) (Kamen Rider Neo-Heisei part 1)
Failed
300 CP Available
The first was… fine? Fran honestly didn't see how it benefited him unless he somehow found himself in a dimension where Final Fantasy XIV is actually reality. And the fourth one… well if the passing impression he got… it would integrate itself pretty seamlessly into his already existing knowledge base. But the second one, The Operating Theater, changed things… that changed a lot!
A fully stocked and prepared operating theater simply waiting for him in a sub-dimension? What more the Forge trickled the knowledge of how to make a 'Portable Dimensional Anchor' so in essence… he could take it with him everywhere! All he would need is a doorway to anchor the device and when he opened the door, he could walk straight into it!
What was better, he could make the anchor! It wasn't even proper tinkertech either, anyone could make one honestly. It's just that unless the creator was connected to the Celestial Forge all it would be is a neat looking paperweight!
With an eager grin he quickly shot off a text to Aisha before he got some bits and bobs and started tinkering!
He wanted his damn Operating Theater damnit! His desire to have proper tools to work with made his hands itch in an unfamiliar way.
"Is this how normal tinkers feel?" He mused as he continued to fiddle with his future Anchor only stopping when his phone buzzed, "Though this will make teaching Aisha a lot easier…" And wasn't that a strange discovery, Aisha was fascinated by surgery and medicine… and it only took a little thought to discover why that is.
Shaking his head, Fran reached over and opened it only to chuckle at Aisha's response.
Chaos_Gremlin says: OMW Babe!
"That Aisha…" He thought with a chuckle as he sat his phone aside and resumed tinkering on the Anchor.
He and Aisha's relationship was rather odd, they first met at this old boxing gym in the Docks. The first time he walked into the place Fran honestly thought he had traveled back to the Eighties or onto the set of a Rocky movie. Aisha was apparently there on 'punishment duty' for being a little shit and was running spit buckets and doing busy work. Yeah, Mr. Lebron legit didn't know how to deal with a hellion like Aisha, not that Fran blamed the old guy. He didn't know how to handle her, and she is practically his best friend!
With benefits… in her words anyway. They hadn't done anything, and not for the lack of trying on Aisha's part.
But yeah, Aisha saw him exercising and getting tips from the regulars when he worked on the punching bag. Apparently, it was 'love at first sight' if you listened to Aisha talk about it, she immediately felt attracted, and her loins ached for him to take and claim her!
Yeah, Aisha really 'appreciated' the 'femboy' aesthetic. And the only damn reason that Fran wasn't beaten black and blue, if not to death by the regulars and Mr. Laborn himself, especially after Aisha waxed poetic about them being 'star crossed lovers', is because he never engaged Aisha. He talked to her, but he stayed respectful, and his eyes never drifted to anywhere inappropriate (well… when she wasn't deliberately showing off… that ass man…), you'd think that would make Aisha lose interest.
It didn't.
Fran even to this day still found himself wondering how she snuck her PHO handle and phone number into his jogging pants. A natural born pickpocket that girl.
They actually had a good relationship on PHO, and thankfully she turned down her antics when he was at the gym. She saved them for PHO, and Fran had never encountered anyone as 'thirsty', for the lack of a better term, girl in his life! Clearly puberty didn't hit her with an eighteen-wheeler, but with an entire fleet of them! Honestly Fran could only imagine what her browser history was like… no doubt filled with femboys and twinks.
Not that he'd know, Fran wasn't brave enough to venture into her browser history. Few were brave enough, he imagined.
Shaking his head, Fran focused on his current task. He could show Aisha when she arrived… and depending on the time he possibly could smooth out his augmentations!
Her and Fran's relationship could be summed up as complicated, what with him being twenty (though he sure as fuck don't look it) and her being fifteen. Fran had to deal with people at the gym giving him a hard time on occasion, seeing as most think the two were fucking. Which wasn't true, no matter how much Aisha wished that was the case. The dude actually got her, listened to her, and actually helped her out more than any teacher in the pit that is Winslow!
Honestly it was hard not to crush on the dude, which only grew when he found out her interest in the field of medicine. And even when he learned that her fascination wasn't to help people, but was solely to help her mom kick her habit and go back to being mom? He didn't judge her, and even helped her learn the subject!
Aisha never wanted to get smashed more, though the guy had his reasons for not doing it. Though she had caught him admiring her ass often enough to know he wasn't entirely uninterested. He was a guy after all, and in all honesty.
Puberty hit Aisha harder than a pimp does his favorite hoe!
But when she cottoned on to the possibility, he was an actual Parahuman! Well, she didn't push… honestly, he had been so good to her (yeah there were rough patches when he got irritated by her playful antics) she bit back the urge to just confront him in excitement! Instead, she decided to wait, he'd tell her eventually.
He did eventually, but honestly it was kind of forced because Brockton Fucking Bay has Nazis and Aisha is a sassy black girl. She ultimately got away from the encounter, but she was fucked up herself, and instead of calling 911 she headed to Fran's place. Thankfully it was his day off, so he was there.
And what happened was Fran freaking out and sweeping her away into his basement surgery where he got to work. After injecting her with something to suppress the pain he undressed her and started operating with unnatural precision and swiftness.
After everything Aisha, as if to prove she was back to normal, acted like a blushing maiden and told him he had to take responsibility because he was all up in her guts and filled her up.
Fran just chuckled and hugged her, completely ignoring the fact that she was naked. He didn't care that he had outed himself, he was just relieved that he helped his friend.
And since that day they had been tight, though her dumbass brother always did his macho bullshit whenever Fran was around.
"God, he nearly had a heart attack when I called Fran my future Baby Daddy." She thought with a snicker.
Growing up with a junkie for a mom that whored herself out and tried to whore Aisha out herself for her next fix? Aisha is very familiar with sex and knows everything to do to have the unsafest sex imaginable. However, despite her mom's attempts Aisha never 'got the experience' herself, and her 'boyfriends' really wanted to try out the younger model. It's a good thing Aisha's always been good at disappearing and hiding out. And she really wanted to know what good sex is like, and she's hoping one day she'd wear Fran down enough to eventually make a woman out of her!
Besides who knew what kind of kinky shit you could get up to with tinker fuckery!?
Shaking her head, she opened her cheap phone and after some navigating pulled up a picture of Fran just when he got out of the shower. With a towel around his waist unfortunately but it wasn't bad. She knew some would be weirded out about it, but Aisha honestly liked how feminine and soft he appeared, and those ruby red eyes and golden hair of his?
Aisha wasn't ashamed to admit she flicked the bean to thoughts of him, she could only imagine what he was packing! Was it a monster, which stood in contrast to his femininity? Or was it a petite thing that he knew how to use very well?
Maybe it would be both somehow!
She was jerked out of her thoughts by the bus stopping, and realizing it was her stop she put her phone away and got off the bus with little fanfare. Walking up to the gate to the graveyard she didn't pay it any attention as she entered and made her way to Fran's shack.
Well calling it a shack is pretty unfair, it was a perfectly good place to live by yourself and even had a cellar-basement thing so there's that. Aisha was especially familiar with the basement as that's where Fran operated on her, it was really unnecessary but when Fran freaks, he kind of goes overboard. But aside from that he teaches her all about biology, often opening himself up and injecting some tinker shit and explaining the purpose of everything.
Like we're talking things you sure as hell wouldn't learn in high school, especially a shitty one like Winslow! Plus, whenever she asked about the reproductive system Fran would get all flustered, and oh would his eyes glaze over when she said she could lay on the table, and he could explain everything to her!
He was wearing baggy pants at the time, but Aisha was pretty sure he was harder than an iron bar.
But after a few minutes of walking she came to Fran's home, and after making sure her ass was immaculate (it's her best feature in her opinion) and making sure she was dressed to fluster she immediately decided to let Fran know she was there.
In a completely Aisha manner by kicking in the door, "THE BOOTY CALL HAS ARRIVED!"
"I'm downstairs!" She heard him call back.
Kicking off her shoes she made her way through the small house and found the stairway to the basement, actually it was something that always amused her. As there was no door at the top of the stairs but there was one at the bottom. She always thought it was an odd choice of location but what did she know about construction anyway?
Still, she trundled down the stairs but before she opened the door, she saw this odd thing pressed into the door. Honestly it almost looked like one of those emblems from a Ford, and she was pretty sure she had never seen it before? Scratching her cheek she shrugged and opened the door, ready to give her eventual boyfriend a tight and cuddly hug to ensure he knew all her curves.
(He did, but Aisha liked flustering him)
Only to stop before she could launch herself at Fran and stare… at the professional surgery table. The surroundings didn't really register, she was too busy watching Fran stitch himself close.
"Why is this hot?" She wasn't weird right? She's pretty sure she wasn't weird but… it's kind of weird that she was getting horny watching Fran stitch his chest close…
Eventually she managed to speak up and blurted "What the actual fuck!?"
Which in turn provoked a laugh from Fran, "Come in and shut the door." He said, "Would you like to close up Nurse Laborn?" He teased.
Aisha sputtered and gaped, something that rarely happened, before she stiffly went over to start scrubbing up and pulling on a surgical gown and some gloves.
"You will explain." Aisha stated as she walked over to the table.
"Of course." He said with a smile as he relaxed.
And as she took over closing Fran up, she couldn't help but groan faintly, "Goddamnit, I am weird…"
Fran didn't chuckle, no matter how much he really wished he could, and instead stared up at the ceiling mirrors and silently observed Aisha's technique. She had improved since last time, while this was the first time, he operated on himself it wasn't the first time he opened himself up. Spending time around Aisha he realized that she learned best when she was kept engaged and things did get too dull, which immediately explained why she hated studying. So, all her lessons regarding biology and anatomy were done with examples.
Usually himself and the occasional stray, and junkies that decided to hole up in a crypt but died of an Overdose.
200 CP Gained!
500 CP Available!
Bank?
Y/N
"Bank." Mainly because he didn't want to get distracted with Aisha there, besides he wanted to explain the Celestial Forge to her… though he was curious as to why it suddenly gave him two hundred instead of one hundred.
"So, did you want me to come to test my technique?" She asked with some sass and immediately Fran knew what was coming next, "I'm sure I can do a lot of extra credit to improve my scores teach!~"
Fran just grumbled, "No I didn't. That said, your technique has definitely improved Aisha." He said with a smile as she preened under the praise, "Actually I wanted you to come over because I had a few questions, and I couldn't think of anyone else to ask." He added.
As Aisha beamed and stroked his chest in a manner that had nothing to do with medical techniques, Fran acknowledged at least to himself that he fibbed a little. He could easily contact Tattletale, but that alone came with the knowledge that it would also get Coil's attention. And as much as asking the 'psychic' would make things easier, he didn't want to risk the chance of Coil asking if she learned anything interesting during her extracurricular activities.
Tattletale turned out to be something of an information broker, go figure. But then again, her powers were decidedly suited to the job, and you could make bank selling information. Especially if you're morally flexible, like Tattletale is.
"Yes, I'm a virgin! I'm very flexible. I've never tried anal but I'm curious, and I'm completely willing to swallow." Aisha said with a grin as my cheeks reddened, "Though I am not doing it raw, I'm in no way aiming to get teen pregnant. I've seen how that ruins lives from the whores at Winslow."
"I wasn't going to ask that!" Fran sputtered, getting a laugh from Aisha.
"Not yet anyway." Aisha sassed with a wink, "You can't deny my jailbait appeal forever my twinky stud!"
"Goddamnit Aisha!" Fran groaned as Aisha finished closing Fran up letting him sit up, "I was wondering if you knew any Merchant store houses, I need some money, and if I was hoping you would know of some places… and if you wanted to help me loot when I've knocked everyone out."
"Fucking A!" Aisha exclaimed in excitement, "I know so much shit! You have no idea! Like where my mom's fucking dealer gets his shit!" Though that excitement at the thought of fucking with the Merchants Fran could still see that burning hatred.
"Okay, but if we're doing this you are going to be safe." Aisha pouted but Fran didn't relent, "I'm serious. I want you to be on the lookout. I'll signal you when it's safe, I promise." Fran said.
"Fine…" Aisha grumbled, "So we're gonna burn all the drugs, right?" She asked with a grin.
"No." Aisha's eyes narrowed at that, "I can break down all the drugs into usable materials. You know I ain't interested in selling that shit." Fran said defending his choice.
"Eh, I don't like it." Aisha said with a huff, "But… I can settle with the schadenfreude that their shit's going to help people." She added with a snicker.
Fran nodded in agreement.
"So, what was the other thing you wanted to tell me?" Aisha asked sweetly, "Perhaps?~" She added coyly as she made groping motions with her as and playfully leered at him.
Fran snorted before smoothly getting off the table, got behind Aisha faster than she expected, and hugged her, and pinning her arms to her chest. He pointedly ignored the fact that Aisha ground her admittedly amazing ass into his crotch or the fact she started to moan which… was affecting him more than he liked.
Perhaps he should've thought this through honesty… and God bless jogging pants!
"So… you've got a bullshit trump power that randomly gives you out powers when you gather enough points." Aisha said blandly, "Is that about, right?"
"Essentially." Fran said, "Though I have no idea what governs when or how many points I get. Like… ten minutes ago I got two hundred points."
"Such bullshit." Aisha said with a pout, "Man… what's a girl gotta do to get cool powers!?" She whined missing Fran's wince completely.
As a rule, Fran didn't lean on his meta-knowledge as it proved unreliable as he knew little of the 'canon timeline' beyond the bare basics. Which had been hopelessly corrupted by dozens of different and conflicting fanons. However, he did know some things, such as Aisha did have the potential to gain power and the process of gaining power. And he loathed the thought of Aisha going through a Trigger event, as it would leave her irrevocably changed.
And no Parahuman ever truly recovered from their Trigger event, truly Second gen capes and Cauldron capes were lucky. And even regarding Second gens… just because they can Trigger easier doesn't mean they can't go through trauma.
Honestly Fran thought Aisha's canon power was pretty cool, though admittedly a pain to control at times but she gets used to it. He could possibly activate her power without her going through trauma, but he wasn't sure how the power would express itself; it certainly wouldn't express itself as it did in canon. So, did he really want to do that… when through his own surgical skills, he could make her superhuman?
It was definitely something to consider either way, even if she did opt for him to activate her powers, he'd still make her effectively superhuman. Especially since there is a very good chance, she'll want to work with him almost exclusively, if only to fluster him more.
He would shelve that thought for later, and instead decided to chuckle and give Aisha a squeeze which in turn made her hum happily.
"I don't know about giving you a Parahuman power… but I have other options." Fran said as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
"... You don't just tell a girl that without details!" Aisha squeaked as her cheeks reddened much to his amusement.
"Well, just before you called earlier, I was in the process of giving myself peak human physicality." Fran said as he easily picked her up and sat her on the table, "But that was with shoddy equipment. With this however I was smoothing everything out, which you caught me finishing up."
"GET INSIDE ME!" Aisha demanded eagerly, causing Fran to roll his eyes, honestly, he wasn't sure if she made the innuendo by accident or not.
"Fine." Fran said with a snort, "But I don't have the time to make you superhuman, so you'll have to make due with being the physical peak of your age along with more efficient organs. That good?"
"That will do for now!" Aisha said faux-snootily, "But I expect the best efforts for your Queen! Now let me get naked so you can get all up in my guts!" Of course, she finished it with that.
Fran just sighed and shook his head in fond exasperation.
Watching her stud play around with her insides would never stop fascinating her, better her guts or his instead of a random hobo or junkie that OD'd in her opinion. And honestly after he was done Aisha didn't feel all that different, but Fran explained that he arranged everything to be gradual increases instead of an instant boost.
Which, after she gave it some thought, honestly made a lot of sense. She didn't want to imagine the questions she'd get if she went from kind of healthy to a potential Olympic participant in the span of a few hours.
Still, that left watching Fran work on his own disguise, admittedly watching him scalp himself and treat his scalp with some sort of tinkery black magic shit and put it away made her squirm and not in the way she liked. The fact that he cleaned off the blood from his skull, treated the cuts, and pulled on a beanie before wiping off the blood that covered his face?
No lying, that shit was unnerving.
He completed everything by grabbing some welding goggles to hide his very memorable eyes and a basic surgical mask. Then he looked at her and nodded, it was almost midnight by the time everything was done so it was go time.
The trek to the store house took another hour, so it was roughly one in the morning. All the junkies would be asleep by now and the guards would probably either be getting high themselves or asleep as well just made things even better!
"Thank god Winslow is such a shithole…" Though her dad and Brian would bitch about her skipping, though she bet Fran would have something to perk her up!
Besides she'd feel rotten for leaving Tay out like that… oh, there was an idea! Who says she was the only assistant Fran could have!
Though really, she was distracting herself from the boredom of having to look out while Fran dealt with the mooks. She understood really, she had a short attention span after all, but she wasn't stupid. Merchants were well known for their shoot first ask questions never approach to problems.
Especially when they were high… or any other time really.
"Though he did promise to let her help loot." Which satisfied Aisha more than he even realized.
Aisha hated the Merchants, the only others she hated more were the goddamn E88. In her opinion all the shit she's had to deal with growing up with a junkie mom is solely the fault of the goddamn Merchants and the shit they peddle. They were the reason she had the issues she had. And that's just personal shit, who knows how many lives they've ruined pushing their shit on the willing and unwilling alike!? Honestly if all the leaders suddenly came up with a sudden case of death Aisha would be the first to fucking celebrate!
Yeah, the Merchants would still exist… but not for long. Without leadership and the steady flow of money and drugs they would eventually splinter, and the gang would collapse entirely!
However, before she could start daydreaming about getting her Fran to take out the Merchant leadership and loot them for all they were worth she saw Fran come out from the storehouse and wave, which meant it was looting time!
It was a good thing she grabbed that emblem thingy! That way they could take everything and leave only unconscious junkies!
Quickly coming out of her hiding spot and jogging over she entered the store house. Honestly, she was surprised by how quiet the entire thing was. Did Fran catch everyone with their pants down? Or where they were all asleep and Fran just made sure they wouldn't wake up?
Entering the building she quickly found Fran and hugged him with a giddy giggle.
"Come on. Let's find a door to put the emblem on, then we can get to work." Fran said with a smile.
"Fran, you know how to get a girl the best presents!" Aisha said, making Fran roll his eyes.
"Just move it." He said as he ruffled her hair.
Aisha just snickered but scampered off to find a door to put the emblem on, she did poke her head in one room to confirm what her nose had told her. The entire place was basically a drug lab, and she could see a couple pallets of product just waiting to be moved.
Which it will, just not in a way that the Merchants will profit from!
Giving a maniacal laugh Aisha hurried to get the emblem in place so looting could commence.
The end results.
They got all the lab equipment and most of the drugs, oh and what money that was on site. A couple safes that they'd have to crack, and Fran decided to do some shopping, sadly with junkies' healthy organs weren't common so honestly Fran was lucky to get a few healthy kidneys (just one each, you can survive with only one after all), some healthy portions of liver, and one cold body of one of the drug makers.
It was surprisingly healthy, Fran speculated it was a new recruit with a talent for chemistry and a need for money.
"Well, it's better than to just let it rot and go to waste." Is all Fran said as he hefted the body into his surgery, which fit him to a Tee in Aisha's opinion.
The guy is very pragmatic and morally flexible, and honestly Aisha was only slightly bothered by his actions. It wasn't the first time he did shit like this in front of her, and all she had to say about it was that they were already dead. If they were still breathing Fran would go out of his way to save them, but after they're long gone? Extra materials.
Kinda cold, but then again from Aisha's understanding all tinkers had quirks depending on their specialty. And seeing as Fran was a non-homicidal version of Bonesaw, she figured his quirk was being all pragmatic with the dead. He was the same with recent burials as well, but he expressed distaste for graverobbing.
Was it odd? Yeah, but all Parahumans were pretty odd so it's to be expected.
Aisha just shook her head and looked at Fran, who was inspecting the single most blinged (and not in a good way) out gun she had ever had the misfortune of seeing! She didn't know shit about guns, but she felt if the gun could speak it would be begging to be put out of its misery! Sure, she may dress trashy, but she never once considered wearing gold chains with dollar signs or a grill on her teeth!
She had some sense of fashion after all!
"Please don't tell me you like that thing!" Aisha blurted out, and relaxed when Fran shook his head.
"It's a Merchant gun." Fran said like that explained everything, and it kind of did, "It's evidence in who knows how many crimes, plus I know nothing of gunsmithing or modification. So even if I were inclined to keep it, I wouldn't be able to do anything about its… uniqueness. Pity though… it's chambered in .50 cal… possibly more for intimidation than anything else. Maybe overcompensation could even be a symbol of status?" With that he sat the gun down on a nearby table, "Now let's go. You have school tomorrow and I have some work to do. You can sleep in my bed, lucky for you Winslow isn't far from the graveyard…"
Aisha just grumbled but didn't argue, she just went to the open door leading to his surgery and closed it then grabbed the emblem thingy.
"Fine, whatever." She said with a pout, "Though after school I expect something for all the trouble!"
"And that being?" Fran asked warily, "If it's money you know I'll give you your fair share after I get the safes open."
"No! Well, yes but that's not it." Aisha said, "What I want… is a date!" Fran opened his mouth, but Aisha soldiered on, "Not like that! I mean we go out to get something to eat at Fugly's, maybe catch a movie or just wander around the Boardwalk! Nothing smexy! Yet!"
Fran closed his mouth and considered that, "Fair enough." He said eventually, "Just try not to…. Draw attention to us, I might look like a teenager but I'm still twenty." He pointed out.
Aisha scoffed and crossed her arms, she guessed she needed to nip this in the bud. Pity honestly, she thought Mr. Smarty Tinker would've realized it! But she figured he had to focus more on not catching attention from the gangs, so of course he wouldn't notice.
"Babe, Fran hon… you do know due to the Endbringers and other S-class threats the age of consent was lowered to sixteen, right?" And boy didn't that make the Social Justice Warriors and Soccer Moms pissy, "And I'm only seven months away from being legal…" Aisha really tried to not give him a pitying look.
She ultimately failed in that endeavor as Fran just blinked before facepalming.
"... Let's get out of here. We can talk more about… this topic later." Is all he said.
The trip back to Fran's home was rather silent, mostly because Aisha wanted to give Fran some time to think about what she told him. But as they entered Fran looked at Aisha for a few moments in thought.
"I'm still not entirely comfortable with the idea." Aisha felt her heart drop at the words only for it to pick back up as he continued, "However I'll give it a chance. You said in seven months you'll be in the clear?" She nodded, "Well I'll put off my final discussion until then, now you get some sleep. I'll whip you up something to help you stay aware at school, I'll have some work to do."
Aisha just nodded, though the grin on her face showed just how much she appreciated his words, and she gave him the emblem.
As they went their separate ways, she did allow herself a snicker when she heard Fran exclaim, "A hundred and 50 points!? What the fuck?"
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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971
Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 3: 03
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 3
Record begins…
The Celestial Forge is a topic that continues to fascinate and frustrate me. It's clearly extremely potent with it implanting knowledge directly to my brain and effectively giving me a personal reality of sorts. But its random nature perplexes and irritates me deeply. Why is it I only get a hundred points one time, two hundred the next, and one hundred and fifty the third time? There must be some sort of mechanic behind these points but any sort of pattern of logic completely escapes me.
Perhaps if I had some sort of working knowledge of computers and programming, however seeing as my Forge seems to primarily cater to biological skill sets and powers it seems I would have to study and learn them myself. Which isn't a bad pursuit actually, maybe when things get settled?
Whenever that happens that is.
Recording end…
Recording begins…
As I reattach my scalp to my skull and ensure proper blood flow resumes, I have something of an epiphany. Granted it isn't some new realization or anything of the sort, but I believe I've underestimated the effects of Commencing Operations and Make Me a Better Man have had on my psyche. This realization is just compounded as I find myself systematically harvesting everything useful from the cadaver, I found at the Merchant drug lab.
To an outsider I must look like a deranged psychotic Biotinker, which would only draw more Bonesaw comparisons, possibly even Nilbog, but really, I'm just being extremely pragmatic and conservative of my resources. Thankfully I have the schematics to create cloning vats for organs and tissues in my brain, so eventually my days of harvesting cadavers and passed out criminals will eventually be behind me!
That reminds me I need to put the kidneys and chunks of liver into storage as well.
Anyways, I could easily get the vats created right now if I'm willing to forgo subtly and buy the necessary electrical components in bulk, however that is how Tinkers are traditionally identified and brought in. And as I refuse to let myself be dragged into a gang or the PRT I will stay the course of slow and steady!
I can already imagine the possibilities of having proper materials at hand! And with proper study and the right combination of perks I could even start adding on supernatural qualities! I figure out a way to incorporate true sound suppressing abilities, imagine the sort of chaos Aisha would get up to! That… that's actually something of a worrying thought now that it occurs to me.
She could easily sneak into the bathroom while I'm showering and pleasure herself as she ogles me!
Note to self: Lock bathroom door whenever I take a shower after giving Aisha such an upgrade…
Recording end…
Recording begins…
It is close to *checks flip phone* Five in the morning (Note: Get a damn watch!), I processed the cadaver and rendered all the drugs and lab supplies into usable materials. I've also laid the groundwork for my cloning vats. And here I am looking at the cadavers' arms, still fully intact, and I feel taken by sudden inspiration!
If I could work fast with two arms alone… how fast would I be with more? Of course, I would have to extensively modify the arms, increasing the overall flexibility… maybe lengthen them? So many ideas! However, I would have to figure out a way to make myself ambidextrous and apply it to all the arms, something to think about.
Of course, to do this I would need to do some restructuring of my skeleton, though how much I'm not entirely sure. I'll need to do research, not to mention create inputs to connect the arms to my nervous and circulatory system. This isn't the sort of thing you dive into and start carving away, even if the Forge will guarantee I survive and that it works. Slow and steady wins the race after all!
Maybe I should make a serum to enhance my neuroplasticity to help my brain adapt to the additional sensory input? Actually, it would help me in general as since my initial enhancement I've had a minor headache, possibly due to sensory overload…
I wonder, would it help me with my goal of becoming ambidextrous as well?
I wonder if Aisha would appreciate it if I had two extra sets of arms?
Damn, strike that from the recording!
Recording end…
After finishing up his recordings Fran walked over to a chemistry station he set up and started making a stimulant that would help Aisha remain awake and aware throughout the day at school. Granted it was entirely possible she would crash around seven or eight in the evening, but chances are she'd either be here or with her mysterious friend 'Tay' who Fran had a sneaking suspicion who he thinks it is. But it wasn't really his business who Aisha is friends with, but if it's who he thinks it is then good for her!
She needed all the friends she could get, and honestly Aisha is more than enough friends for a socially awkward pariah.
After a few minutes the concoction was done, and for Aisha's benefit he added some orange flavoring to make it more palatable. Having initially tasted it, Fran could confirm it needed it, initially it tasted like a rough piece of leather.
After bottling up the concoction Fran started to explore the Operating Theater the Forge had graciously provided him! It was perfect, easily large enough for an entire surgical team to operate and not bump into one another, with an observation room above. And a largeish cold room where he could store all the cadavers he wanted, along with another storeroom where all the now useful drugs and spare lab equipment are.
Eventually after he finished exploring, he made his way out of the surgery and before heading up the stairs he collected the emblem, absentmindedly making a note to dispose of his makeshift tools and move his medical supplies into his surgery proper. Going up the stairs he made his way into the living/bedroom and saw Aisha sprawled out on his bed (which was a pull-out couch).
And she was only wearing her t-shirt and panties, and… goddamn those legs…
Shaking his head, he slowly shook Aisha awake, "You got school." He said as she groaned and grumbled, "Here, drink this. It'll help."
The fact that Aisha simply took the drink and downed it without question kind of made Fran feel good, knowing that she trusted him so much. Though the question of if the reason was trust or that Aisha simply isn't a morning person, that is something that would bother him for a bit.
Still in a few minutes Fran just chuckled as Aisha perked up like she just got a double shot of espresso directly into the veins! Honestly, she looked a little jittery, however there was nothing Fran could do about it, but he did make a mental note to adjust the formula though he acknowledged that it might be entirely impossible to fully avoid the jitters.
"Get dressed, I'll get you something to eat." Fran said with a chuckle as he went over to his small kitchen to make her something to eat.
He didn't have a lot of stuff however he could make her some eggs and spam.
100 CP Gained!
750 CP Available!
Bank?
Y/N
"I'm never going to get rid of that fifty, am I?" Fran preferred to have nice round numbers in all honesty, but still he couldn't complain… and honestly, he was curious as to what he could get as it was the largest amount he had ever got.
The Forge rolls three times so who knows…
"Roll." He decided.
Rolling…
Legacy Lived – (100 cp) (Assassin Creed)
Success
Rolling…
Biology as a Guideline – (600 cp) (Franken Fran)
Success
Rolling…
Holographic Computer – (400 cp) (Tenchi Muyo!)
Failed
50 CP Available
Fran almost fell over as his surgical knowledge, which was already bullshit, expanded to a truly ludicrous degree. And as his body automatically continued cooking, he reviewed everything he had just gained. Biology as a Guideline indeed, and with it came not only the expected body horror that is synonymous with Franken Fran but also… potential.
Honestly, he was something of a small-scale apocalypse with the potential of being a full-scale one if he was given enough time.
Still, it was disappointing he missed the Holographic computer, but he may get it eventually. Though Legacy Lived well… assuming that it only encompassed knowledge the Forge gives him? Any of his future children will be peerless surgeons and mad scientists!
"Mental note: Ensure chances of impregnation are zero." Not to say he was against having kids, but well he didn't know how the perk worked exactly and he didn't want to get someone pregnant only for the woman to suffer if the child inherited everything from him.
… And now he's imagining an older Aisha with a round belly…
"Wait, I could… heh, well Aisha will be happy with that." He thought with a chuckle.
The trick would be getting Aisha's mom to even come in for surgery… sure he could just do it while she's unconscious but… hmm, why not? Though it sort of gives a whole new meaning to 'You are being healed, please do not resist'!
After ensuring Aisha was fed and watered, he hurried her off to school pointedly ignoring how she complained and whined about how boring it was. It also led to Fran considering options to address Aisha's case of ADHD, perhaps a dose of some neuroplasticity serum would work? And if not, it wouldn't hurt, it'd probably help her overcome some of her difficulties learning and information retention.
Given that she's still physically growing and maturing, the serum would simply ensure her brain maintains a level of 'flexibility' well beyond the point the brain stops being flexible. It would possibly allow her better control of her Parahuman abilities, if Fran figured out a way to make the connection without her suffering a traumatic experience.
He never thought he would ever look at his morgue job (which is officially part time, but they wouldn't turn him away if he came in either way) as a time to relax. But then again there was something relaxing about just doing busy work, or proper work when a mortician calls in sick and he has to pick up the slack. Honestly it was only a matter of time before they requested him to work full time, then he could get himself a cheap apartment and leave his graveyard caretaker job in the rearview. Sure, it wasn't a demanding job but… it is pretty mind numbing at times.
Seriously, he hated mowing the grass and pulling weeds! Never mind having to clean off graffiti off crypts and tombstones from punk ass troublemakers!
Regardless, he put on his work clothes, grabbed the essentials along with his badge (a laminated ID card), and headed out to the bus stop after locking his home up. He'd already hid the emblem, so even if the house was broken into no one would find it.
It would also give him some time to consider an option he hadn't considered before, if he stuck to his surgical abilities barring the logically impossible feats, he was capable of now… perhaps he could identify himself to the PRT as a Thinker with a surgical focus? It wouldn't be the oddest power or skill-focus.
That also made him think of Victor; the Skill Thief of the E88. The thought of the merry band of Nazis having access to his surgical skills, never mind anything else, left a very foul taste in his mouth. Something he couldn't live with, as he wasn't confident in the Celestial Forge blocking his ability completely.
What if it stops the Skill drain but allows him to copy the knowledge.
It was that thought that led Fran to planning premeditated murder, a thought that should've disturbed him but didn't. Was it due to his perks making him pragmatic and possibly worse? Or is it simply something he had always been capable of, but never had an urge or need to act on it?
Shaking his head Fran whistled to himself as he made his way to the bus stop.
Maybe after work he would swing by the gym for some exercise, though he really hopes Brian wouldn't be there. He really didn't want to be dragged into a 'spar' that's a thinly veiled excuse to beat his ass!
Honestly, he wished that the rumor of him being super gay was still a thing, maybe Brian would leave him alone if he thought Fran was wanting to ride his ass…
Whatever tinkery bullshit Fran had given her did its job! Honestly, if he sold that as an energy supplement, he'd be making money! Though it still didn't change the fact that school is still so damn boring! She wasn't even in class, and she was already complaining in her head!
Honestly the only good thing about going to school was meeting up with her homegirl Tay! Spotting the tall girl was pretty easy, especially with the 'peak teenage girl' thing she had going on, so she easily jogged over to her friend and gave her a surprise hug, some homo.
Tay squawked in surprise but when she realized who it was, she stopped trying to resist, because resistance is futile when Aisha desires a hug! Besides she could tell Tay was in desperate need of positivity in her life, either through physical contact or social. Honestly the Bitches Three were entirely too effective in destroying one's social reputation, Aisha honestly wouldn't be surprised if there was some sort of Thinker fuckery going on!
Seriously one is a dumb sexy jock, the other is an airheaded 'queen bee' wannabe, and the third is the token cute and smole follower.
"Sup girl!" Aisha chirped, "How's it hanging Tay?"
"Err, fine." The tall girl eventually muttered, "Can you get off? We're drawing attention…"
Aisha noticed that herself and did as Taylor requested, especially when she noticed some wannabe skinheads eyeing them. Honestly, she knew Nazis hated people that weren't white and anything that wasn't vanilla Man-Woman fucking but seriously, what the hell is wrong with two young women comforting each other!? It's not like Aisha was Frenching the fuck out of the leggy brunette, though she couldn't deny she felt the desire to do that on occasion.
What? She had eyes and had sleepovers with Taylor! Sure, the girl had a little pudge but honestly, she had legs for days!
"Sorry Tay." Aisha said with a smile, "But seriously, how's tricks?"
Taylor shrugged, "Same as usual." She spoke.
Aisha frowned, "Those bitches still harassing you?" Honestly Taylor's expression told Aisha all she needed to know, "You know if you want I could…" She trailed off with a mischievous grin.
"No! They'll just come after you." Taylor said, "I can handle it. But how are you? You're pretty jittery yourself."
"Ah, my future boytoy gave me some really strong coffee." Aisha said and technically she was completely honest, "You know after we escape this hell, I could take you and introduce you both! I think you'd like him, he's a bit weird but a nice guy."
Taylor just scratched her cheek, "Um, maybe some other time…" She demurred, making Aisha roll her eyes.
"Tay, come on girl! Just because everyone here is a coward doesn't mean people in general are." Aisha said patiently, or well as patiently as she could at any rate, "Come on! It'll be fun!"
Taylor just crossed her arms but before she could answer the bell rung, "I'll… I'll think about it…" She mumbled before she hurried off to class leaving an annoyed Aisha.
And an annoyed Aisha is a persistent Aisha.
School was a long boring slog like it usually is for Aisha, however whatever witches brew Fran gave kept her aware and alert though the entire time. Honestly it kind of sucked, but because she couldn't just zone out like she normally did she noticed that… really the teachers weren't that good. Outside the computer science teacher, everyone else just seemed to be trying to appear to be teaching but were really just wasting time.
Though admittedly that might simply be her bias showing, but to her eyes none of the teachers seemed to actually want to be there beyond getting a paycheck. If that was the case, it certainly explained how the Bitches Three can harass Taylor damn near constantly and get away with it.
But something bugged her about that whole thing, it just didn't add up really. Sophia was a Track star yeah, but she didn't see how that could influence the principal into ignoring Taylor's complaints, same with Emma actually. Aisha did her research (feel free to be awed) and… yeah, her dad is a lawyer.
A Divorce lawyer to be more specific.
So really… not that scary and yeah, the Barnes had money but not enough that Emma could just throw it at all her problems.
Madison honestly didn't register, anyone with eyes could tell she was more of a follower than an instigator. Hell, even Taylor confided in her that while she hated Madison, she pitied her more, even went on to tell Aisha her theory that Madison followed along, so the other two psychopath teenagers didn't turn on her and treat her like a new plaything.
Which… made a scary amount of sense honestly.
Maybe she should sneak into the office after hours and see if she could dig up some dirt and find out what's really going on?
She'd be… Secret Agent Aisha!
With a small, amused smile while humming the Mission Impossible theme set leaned against a wall as she waited for Taylor to get out of class so she could pester her bestie into meeting her eventual boyfriend!
"Actually, I wonder what Fran's up to anyway?"
150 CP Gained!
200 CP Available!
Bank?
Y/N
Any thoughts of heading to the gym died a swift death, probably for the best really. It was harder and harder to avoid just knocking Brian's block off, not to mention Old Man Laborn. Seriously! Her sister approached him! He didn't invite her flirtations onto him or otherwise egged her on!
Shaking his head, he sat at the bus stop waiting, "Might as well. Roll." Who knows he got some pretty useful stuff last time!
Rolling…
Laboratory – (100 cp) (Lovecraft)
Success
Rolling…
Steady Hands – (100 cp) (Generic Medical Drama)
Success
Rolling…
Ritualistic Obsession – (600 cp) (Bayonetta)
Failed
The Steady Hands were useful, Fran could feel his body adjusting and compensating increasing his control and coordination, but the real prize was the Laboratory as it comes with a proper workspace for his drugs, serums, and so much more. And all the electronics would let him finish making his cloning vat, maybe even a few more! He wasn't sure what he would do with the metallurgy room or the biocontainment units, but he'd figure something out!
While he was passingly curious about Ritualistic Obsession, he was more focused on what he had just gained. Though a part of him was still annoyed at the Forge and how random it was, he would figure out how the mechanic worked one way or another!
His leg fidgeted as he waited for the bus, honestly maybe he should take some of his money from the Merchants to get a motorcycle or something. It'd be more convenient to get around the city… plus for moments like this when he was excited to get back to his tinkering!
When the bus finally arrived, he made to get on board but stopped when he realized it was full of Merchants, or at least that's what it smelt like. And honestly… he didn't feel like inflicting himself with their presence, so he opted to walk instead.
Of course, that didn't stop from catcalling and shout crude remarks at the 'fine piece of ass' that Fran is.
Ego boosting? Perhaps, but the fact that these were junkies just made it feel sleazy. So, Fran just ignored them and instead took off home. Besides, a nice brisk walk will do his body some good right?
Right?
… Three muggings…
He had a run in with muggers on his way home.
Three. Separate. Times!
And it got him points! What the hell!? Not a lot but still…
25 CP Gained!
25 CP Available!
Bank?
Y/N
The fact that the Forge eventually banked without his input told him that it was aware enough to gauge his mood. Which was rather bad, all he wanted to do was tinker and try to ignore the bullshit he just dealt with.
Honestly, he wouldn't be so annoyed if the muggings didn't turn into hate crimes when they realized he was actually a guy and not a very petite and flat woman. It was just his luck to run into some stray skinheads on his way home from work.
However, now that he was entering the graveyard and making a beeline to his house, he was now relieved that he could tinker and just dismiss the day as a bad one! Humming to himself he approached and… stopped when he noticed some shoe prints?
"... Goddamnit I forgot Aisha!" Fran thought with a groan, "And I'm guessing the other pair belongs to 'Tay'."
Thoughts of any tinkering dying a quick death he entered and took off his shoes as he looked, and more importantly listened, around. He could see their shoes… however he couldn't hear them…
Thinking for a few moments Fran facepalmed, "No, no… no you didn't…" He muttered as he made his way to the stairs and went down them.
The emblem was fitted on the door, and Fran felt his blood pressure starting to raise. He wasn't truly angry at Aisha, upset most definitely, but not angry. He would've preferred to actually talk about showing off his greatest secret. The only reason he wasn't more worried was he knew Taylor wanted to be a Hero more than anything and wouldn't sell him out.
Maybe, unless she thought it was for his own good. The girl had some trust issues, despite Aisha being her friend. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he opened the door… and immediately heard Aisha.
"Holy shit! Tay are you seeing all this shit! This is cool as fuck!" She exclaimed, "They just appeared! My man's powers are such bullshit!"
"Aisha… are you really sure this is, okay?" A meek voice asked, "I mean… tinkers are really prickly about their stuff…"
"God… DAMNIT Aisha!" Fran thought as he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making his irritation known.
Taking a few minutes to calm himself so he doesn't snap, though he would have some stern words with Aisha later! And if needs be he'll take her over her knee and discipline the brat! Admittedly that may just embolden her, he needed her to realize that while yes, he trusted her with his secret that didn't mean she could invite anyone she wanted into his Tinker lair!
Base? Hideout? Whichever is more appropriate.
After sufficiently calming down he made his way towards his new Laboratory and after entering he took a moment to nod in satisfaction. And seeing the two girls standing inside a biocontainment cell he smirked faintly before hitting a conveniently located switch causing it to slam shut startling the two.
"What the fuck!?" Aisha blurted as Taylor started to look around nervously.
"Aisha." Fran said as he approached, "I hope you know why I'm disappointed with you." He added making the girl flinch, "I would've liked to have talked about this before now. I'm sure we could've come to an agreement."
"I am so sorry Mister Tinker!" Taylor blurted out and Fran only smiled at her.
"You're fine. Honestly, I'm not even upset, just annoyed." Fran said as he opened the cell, "Though we will be talking about this later Aisha, understand?"
"Yes sir…" Aisha muttered glumly.
"Good, now unless you want to watch me do some work in here, I suggest you head back upstairs. I'm sure there's something on TV for you two to enjoy." Fran offered, since Taylor knew his secret, he would not be denied his tinkering damnit!
Surprisingly the two opted to stay, and Fran decided not to question it.
"Well, let me change into something more comfortable and I'll get to work." Fran said, "Don't get into any mischief." He added with a chuckle before he headed out and back upstairs.
She knew she should've just gone home instead of letting Aisha bug her into agreeing to meet whoever she was infatuated with. That feeling only grew when Aisha just casually outed her boyfriend by showing him his Tinker lair! God, she wanted to yell at Aisha when they were trapped but when this really feminine looking guy stepped in and started to… dad-talk Aisha for the lack of a better term?
Honestly, she didn't think she could say anything more that could affect Aisha, who was now skulking, more than the stern talking to the tinker gave her! To be honest… Taylor was kind of jealous oddly enough. Since her mom died, dad had been like a ghost just going through the motions.
He provided for her, gave her a roof, clothes, and such but… that was it. It was like a part of him died when mom passed away, his body just… didn't get the memo. So, seeing someone act like a dad… left Taylor with some very mixed feelings.
Still, she couldn't just leave her friend to sulk, no matter how much she deserved it, and went over to give her a silent hug. She could've said something, but she didn't even know what to say, cause in her eyes Aisha deserved every bit of that.
"Come on Aisha." She finally said, "You know you deserved that, and you got off light. I imagine other tinkers would lose their minds." She added.
That got Aisha to snort-giggle, "Yeah, I know…" She said with a sigh.
Any further talk between them was cut off by the tinker reentering the lair, in some shorts and a tank top.
"You know for looking so girly, his muscles are pretty firm…" Not hulking and bulging like bodybuilders, but lean and solid like a runner or swimmer…
Aisha just started giggling as Taylor realized she started to blush!
"You saw nothing!" Taylor hissed to her friend.
"Suuuure Tay!" Aisha teased, apparently regaining her usual herness.
"Oh, shut up… let's see what he makes…" Taylor might feel out of place, but she wasn't going to pass up the chance to see a tinker at work!
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