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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 4: 04
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 4
Despite her awkward introduction, Taylor became a regular visitor. While she didn't share the same fascination with the medical field as Aisha, she still provided another sounding board for Fran to bounce ideas off of and to get entirely new ideas from a different perspective.
When she realized Fran was a Biotinker with a Surgical specialization (they hadn't told her about the Trump aspect yet however) she took it… well enough. She was spooked, less because of stories about Bonesaw and Nilbog, and more so when she realized that Fran had done extensive work on himself… and Aisha. And damn was that an argument to be remembered, honestly it was almost a catfight between Taylor and Aisha!
Taylor, of course fearing that Fran had Mastered her and Aisha because she refused to let her friend ruin the best thing in her life. Eventually they made up, but Fran knew Taylor was watching like a hawk for any signs of tomfuckery, in which he decided to explain everything he had done. Fran explained that other than sharpening her senses, he hadn't messed with her brain.
It was enough to quell Taylor, but Fran flat out told her that he wouldn't allow her paranoia to stop him from utilizing an entire branch of his specialization because she was afraid of Mastering. That nearly set her off again before Fran told her he could repair brain damage, which shut her up entirely. And instead of waiting for her response he moved on and started to operate on a stray kitten Aisha had brought in.
The little fluff ball was sick, malnourished, and blind due to an infection causing crud to build up and glue her eyes shut! His heart went out for the little girl and Fran immediately took her in, luckily his bullshit power not only covered human surgical and medical knowhow, but also veterinary techniques as well.
Honestly, he was fully intending on keeping the critter instead of taking her to a shelter.
"Now what to name you?" Fran murmured as he gently rubbed the sedated kitten, "And what are the chances I can get my hands on whoever abandoned you?"
Fran could tolerate a lot of things (and if you consider his initial perks, you'd know just how much he can tolerate) but animal cruelty simply infuriated him. So much in fact Fran, more than once, considered creating a tailor-made toxin to target Hookwolf specifically because of all the dog fighting rings in this damn city.
Sure, he wasn't responsible for all of them, but he was a convenient target.
But no… that was too easy. He is practically a Madaraki, maybe a Moreau honestly, so he could easily ensure Hookwolf would suffer a fate worse than death!
Besides… he needed some parahumans so he could perform some very invasive examinations, sure Aisha helped quite but she hadn't Triggered. Plus, the examinations he had in mind weren't as painless as what Aisha experienced.
Still, it was too soon for that, there was still so much to do…
Three days had passed since Aisha had brought the kitten, now named Midnight and the Princess of the House, into Fran's life and he didn't regret anything. But that wasn't the only change to come to his life. He eventually got a full time job at the morgue, which came with benefits as well as better pay. Which unfortunately had him leave his caretaker job and have to move into an apartment.
Which wasn't really too much of a problem, he didn't have too many things to move anyway, and he could store the things he wanted to keep in his storeroom in the Warehouse as he decided to start calling it. Aisha was particularly thrilled as Fran moved into an apartment that wasn't too far from both her mom's place and her dad's place. Offering her a place she could go to whenever she got frustrated with either of her parents and/or brother.
He's also finally finished his extra arms as well along with altering his skeleton enough to accept the additional arms and not throw his balance off too badly. The rest of the work was tweaking and connecting muscles and nerves, and other fiddly work really.
Currently Fran was 'designing' his alternate face and hair, ultimately, he decided to leave his hair alone as there were a lot of blondes in the Bay. However, his face and eyes on the other hand… It requires some contemplation. His eyes could be resolved with custom contacts, but his face… perhaps some artful surgical scars and minor facial reconstruction?
Humming a cheerful tune as he slowly applied the sutures and scars to his alternate face, while with his other arms he was busy playing with Midnight, Fran honestly felt like he had made a lot of progress. He even smoothed out the augmentation process ultimately making it so seamless and natural he wasn't sure if Panacea herself could spot them!
Aisha gave him a big old kiss for that one apparently, she had been suffering from the beginnings of chronic migraines. He also applied his neuroplasticity serum directly into her brain in key areas to help her adapt further.
But the absolute best moment? When Taylor finally approached him about 'fixing' her as she phrased it. Worrying wording aside, Fran took it to mean that Taylor finally started to see him as something besides a 'shady tinker I need to keep an eye on cause my friend is smitten with him' which was a relief. Honestly, he was getting tired of her constantly watching him, he understood of course but that didn't mean it didn't irritate him.
Ultimately, he didn't 'fix' her but brought what was already there out, not completely of course but as she grew, she'd grow into a beautiful woman.
However, the Celestial Forge, which honestly, he had been ignoring both as he focused on his current projects as well as his life, decided to give him a few perks that seemed to give him new possibilities…
Rolling…
Zoanthrope Awakening – (400 cp) (Bloody Roar)
Success
Rolling…
Hybrid Biologist – (600 cp) (Killing Bites)
Success
Rolling…
Magitech – (free) (Final Fantasy XIV)
Success
"I didn't even realize I had a thousand points." Though that's what happens when you ignore the Banking prompt, "Still… Zoanthrope Awakening combined with Hybrid Biologist opens up new possibilities."
Even before he got those perks, he could already make animal people and make hybrids, however his version before the perks were… obvious and all suffered the Uncanny Valley effect, however with the perks that changed Zoanthropes came from a game he remembered playing, in essence all the characters were suffering Lycanthropy, only instead of turning into a wolf specifically they all changed into different animals.
Rabbits, lions, cats, wolves, beetles, chameleons, and so on!
It allowed the Zoanthrope to actually function and live in society without suspicion, well for the most part. Accidents can happen and sometimes the gene acts in unexpected ways. But with Hybrid Biologist however the process was smoothed out even further and allowed the host to have access to a portion of their alternate form's strengths even in their human form!
Setting his alternate face aside, Fran immediately started working on a serum that would serve as a catalytic and bonding agent for the Zoanthrope gene he would be implanting into himself later. His new knowledge guided him as he tweaked the formula, allowing more aspects of the gene to translate into his human state.
He had already decided on a Spider Zoanthrope for himself, and not just because he was a fan of Spiderman and actually enjoyed the Man-Spider. He theorized it would help him with his extra arms as they still felt rather clunky to use sometimes. Any further benefits were simply a pleasant bonus in his mind. He also would incorporate a means to hide his genetic tampering from biological and technological scans.
He would also incorporate this into Taylor and Aisha as well.
After what felt like hours, though really it was more like thirty minutes, Fran reclined in his chair having finished. Granted he wouldn't use the serum yet, as it would be nothing more than a bitter drink or a fluid injection without the specific genetic sequence for it to activate. Rubbing his face, he turned and looked to see Midnight had curled up in her little bed, obviously having tired herself out playing.
Smiling he sat the serum aside and returned focus to his alternate face, honestly, he felt like going out on a stroll. Perhaps he would visit Parian and see if she could design a costume for him.
He was feeling… Perhaps a Mad Doctor aesthetic? Yeah, that's work, perhaps a lab coat with extra sleeves for his arms!
Perhaps ask for some reinforcement if she offered it? Though… perhaps not, he needed to hit another Merchant house… or…
"Well, I've had these powers, and I haven't done any proper mad science yet! Though before I go after him… I'll have to do my research first. Possibly design some quick acting drugs so I can capture him." Fran thought with a small smirk.
Yes, showing a Nazi that there are worse fates than death sounded like a wonderful thing to do! All that was left was ensuring neither Aisha nor Taylor found the poor fool. While Aisha would probably be disturbed, she'd mainly be fascinated by the medical process, but it was Taylor that was truly a concern. She still had that Black/White mentality that would no doubt lead to heartache and disappointment when she realized that her Heroes are still human.
And humans are not selfless creatures.
"Maybe I should add more surgical scars all over?" Fran mused, "After all… I already look like her. Might as well go all in, right?"
It would be a pain honestly, adding and removing scars as he switched between his cape identity and his civilian one, but it would be worth it he felt. After all, how would anyone connect Fran the Morgue to the unnamed cape that looks like he's stitched together?
Chaos_Gremlin says: Dude! You had better share pictures damnit! And you better model for me when you get back and I escape this Hell you keep sending me to!
Fran just rolled his eyes as he put his phone away, even with all the augments he'd done to Aisha she still called school hell, which he didn't blame her given what he knew of Winslow. However, he knew why she called it that, and it wasn't because she was struggling to learn. He had been tracking her progress and had seen her grades steadily increase, and after she explained it, Fran honestly felt stupid for not really considering the possibility that the teachers were doing the bare minimum.
Still, it was neither here nor there as he stopped when a little girl walked up to him with wide eyes, her eyes locked onto the kitten curled up at the nape of his neck. Kneeling down he smiled, which the sutures make seem larger.
"Want to hold her?" He asked, seeing a frozen woman possibly her mother staring.
The child nodded and held her hands out, Fran just chuckled and ruffled her hair before gently removing Midnight from her napping spot. The kitten mewed its outrage, but started purring when he scratched her ears.
"Now be gentle. She's still recovering from living on the streets." Fran said and the girl nodded her head.
She accepted the kitten and started petting it before looking at Fran, "Are you a cape?" She asked innocently.
Fran nodded, "I am. Still trying to figure things out." He said only slightly, fibbing to the child "Haven't even thought of a name yet."
"I watched a movie with mommy about a funny doctor that says laughter is the best medicine." The girl said, "They called him Patch Adams!"
Fran just chuckled, "Are you mentioning that because of these?" He asked playfully, gesturing to his obvious sutures, getting a nod from the girl, "Hmm, well I'm not an Adams but… Doctor Patches doesn't sound too bad, does it?"
"Uh Huh." She said, "Are you a Hero?"
"Well, I'd like to think so." The newly named Doctor Patches said, "I haven't done anything heroic yet, but I'm planning on working at the hospital to help Panacea out so she can relax a little."
"Good!" The child said as she hugged Midnight, "Mommy says she always looks so tired. So, you better help her lots!"
"Well, that's the plan." Doctor Patches said, "Now I need to go somewhere, so give Midnight a goodbye hug."
"Ahhh!" The girl fussed but gave the kitten a gentle hug and a kiss on the head before handing her back to Doctor Patches, "Will I see you and Midnight again?"
"Perhaps." Doctor Patches said, "Now I think you should help your mom. She looks rather faint." He added ignoring all the phones that were recording everything.
The girl gasped before running over to her mother, waving as she went, making him chuckle. Standing back and returning Midnight to her perch where she opted to continue watching instead of returning to sleep. However, before he could take another step a young man approached.
"Excuse me?" Doctor Patches just looked at him and just nodded which the man took as a signal to continue, "But… are you an Open Cape like New Wave?"
Doctor Patches just chuckled, "Yes and No." He said with an amused smile.
The man snorted, "Can you elaborate?" He asked dryly.
"A little I suppose." Doctor Patches said, "All I'll say is I'm very good at medical procedures. Draw what conclusions you will draw from that." He added with a smirk, "Any other questions? I need to go on."
"Uh, sure." He said awkwardly, "Where are you going?" He asked curiously.
"Pairan's." Doctor Patches answered, "I need something better than jeans and a t- shirt you know? I wasn't thinking of a Mad Doctor aesthetic myself."
"Well, I can see it. But are you sure you want to go with that?" The man asked, "I mean… it's not very PR-friendly."
"Perhaps not, but actions speak louder than words." Doctor Patches said, "Now if you'll excuse me… I'm sure you've got a PHO thread to start." He added taking a wild guess towards the man's PHO identity.
The man sputtered and just nodded before walking away, making Doctor Patches chuckle as he resumed his walk.
He had to do something to offset the possible bad PR from dressing as a Mad Doctor somehow.
However, either Murphy was messing with him, or he just had shit luck because he quickly heard a commotion, and figured he'd be a poor hero or at least a heroic-inclined rogue if he ignored it so he jogged over to see a woman over a man. The woman was clearly hysterical and judging from the phone she already called the ambulance. Still, he cut through the crowd to see what was happening.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he looked at the man dissecting him with his eyes, his ears already picking up the erratic rhythm of his heart.
"I don't know!" The woman cried.
"Okay, just keep the man focused on you." He said before he turned to the crowd, "OI! BACK UP AND LET THEM BREATH!" He bellowed before focusing on helping the man already disregarding the looky loos completely.
"Irregular heartbeat, possible stroke…" Doctor Patches muttered to himself as he tore the man's shirt open and pressed his ear to better listen to it.
After a few seconds he got the pattern and nodded, "You call 911?" She nodded tearfully, "The man is suffering from an irregular heartbeat, if I had more time, I could correct this."
Doctor Patches looked at the man's chest, his thumb tapping out a beat and after a few seconds he hit the man's chest. The man gasped and choked but after a few seconds he stopped and just laid there unconscious and breathing.
"What did you do!?" The woman cried, now in relief with only a faint tinge of panic.
"Knocked his heart back into its proper rhythm." Doctor Patches said, figuring she wouldn't appreciate the technical terminology, "He's still in danger, however this bought him more time for medical procedures." He added.
Getting up he figured today was a wash and decided to sit at a bench, knowing that the ambulance would arrive soon, and he'd need to inform them of what he did, and it was only a matter of time before the PRT showed up as well.
Like Doctor Patches expected the PRT arrived only a few minutes after the ambulance, he looked over to them and waved as he explained what exactly he did to the EMTs. They didn't understand it, or rather they did and couldn't believe anyone was crazy enough to do it, and just called cape shenanigans, but regardless thanked him for answering their questions before they piled back into the ambulance with the man and his wife.
Now that he was free, he approached the Heroes, rather relieved that it was Dauntless and Miss Militia. He really had no desire to see if Armsmaster's lie detector would work on him or not.
"I guess you both have questions?" Doctor Patches asked.
"A few." Miss Militia said.
Doctor Patches just sighed, "And to think all I wanted was to visit Parian's and see if she wouldn't mind making something for me." He said dryly.
Dauntless just chuckled faintly, "You'd be surprised how often that happens." He quipped, making Doctor Patches chuckle and Miss Militia squint her eyes in amusement.
"Well let's get this over with." Doctor Patches said, "If I'm lucky I might be able to swing by Parian's after all."
150 CP Acquired!
300 CP Available!
Banked
Miss Militia just chuckled, "We'll try not to take up all your time." She said.
Somehow Doctor Patches doubted that.
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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 5: 04-5
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Topic: New Medical Cape?
In: Boards Brockton Bay Boardwalk
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Jan 1st 2011:
I know what you all are thinking: "A new cape? No surprise!"
Which is reasonable, Brockton Bay being the Cape Captial of the Country. We've got more capes per capita than any other city in the country. But what makes this interesting is what the cape did!
Now I was just minding my own business, having myself a small lunch when this man started seizing and having some sort of medical emergency! His wife (I assume anyway) had already called 911. But it was at that moment things took a turn for the strange when a maskless cape came up and asked what was happening!
PIC
He (or she I honestly couldn't tell) asked some questions before he opened the man's shirt and put their ear to his chest. He seemed to be timing something before the cape hit the man in the chest! The man coughed and gasped before falling unconscious. Then the ambulance and the PRT arrived, and we know how that goes.
So, we possibly have a new hero in town!
Edit: So, I went back and started asking my sources about what the cape did, and it turns out he did an actual medical procedure. One that isn't used due to the risky nature of the procedure, from my understanding you would have to have superhuman reflexes and perfect timing to actually make use of it! So, is he some sort of Medical Thinker or a Tinker?
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mtron_the_silly (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
What do you think they call themselves, Frankenstein's doctor or something?
mtron_the_done_with_your_shit (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
The cape is obviously a medical focused thinker, we all know how thinkers trigger due to need of knowledge so for once i think you are onto something here bro.
mtron_the_serious
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
The para-theory aside, do you mean you think they triggered from being experimented on!?
mtron_the_done_with_your_shit (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
It makes sense right!? They get experimented on then left for dead leaving them to need to know how to put themself back together then BAM! Triggers with a medical thinker power!
BadSamurai
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I still can't tell if all those are alt-accounts and he's just arguing with himself, or they're all related and chose their names for their own amusement.
Either way I respect the dedication if they are alt-accounts
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I think only the Mods would know and I think they find them amusing; besides they've made some interesting points so I can't fault them for that.
Chaos_Gremlin
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Of course my bae is a Thinker!
Though if any of you girls wanna play with the Mad Doctor you'll have to be vetted by me!
I saw him first so by the Sacred Rite of Dibs, I get the first injection!~
mtron_the_silly (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Wait.
Are they the "Insane Mad Doctor" type or the "does things most doctors wouldn't dare to even think of doing and succeeds" type mad doctor?
Chaos_Gremlin
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Yes
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mtron_the_done_with_your_shit (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
That isn't an answer! Damnit, Chaos_Gremlin!
Personally I hope it's the second variety.
mtron_the_serious (Cape Groupie) (Brockton Bay Native)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Chaos_Gremlin your input please, I would like to avoid another argument between my brothers.
Please, have mercy in your gremliny heart!
Chaos_Gremlin
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
rolls eyes*
Fine.
He's the second one alright?
My dude is crazy good with medical shit!
I found him and helped him get sorted out.
And don't press him about his appearance, he really doesn't like talking about it.
But yeah I totes call dibs on "Playing Doctor" if you get what Imma saying!~
Also I'm going to get him to make an account and do a AMA sometime!
So look forward to that!
But remember girls! If you wanna apply for being nurses you'll haveta go through me!
BadSamurai
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
watches silently*
This is so surreal...
Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Think the Doc will join the Protectorate?
More Healers are always a good thing.
All we've got is a Nazi and Panacea.
And at least one more Healer that isn't a Nazi is more than welcome!
ArchmageEin
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Either way he's going to get a lot of attention.
Healing capes are in high demand after all.
So here's hoping he does the smart think and signs on with the Protectorate or joins the Wards (How old is the cape anyway? He (she?) looks like they're in their late teens to early twenties!)
Enemy_Knight
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Let's be entirely honest here.
If anyone's stupid enough to try to make a surgeon cape do something they don't want to do? Yeah they deserve what they get.
Seriously why do you think "Don't Fuck with the White Mage" is a saying in the first place!
They can put you together painlessly, but the can also take you apart in the most painful way possible while keeping you fucking alive and concious through the entire goddamn process!
Touch_Me
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Guys, girls, are you forgetting a very important point... Have you seen the piece of dumptruck she/he has?
I watched as Dr leaned over to check the guy out and DAAAM my sexuality is in danger.
Some homo!
RunawayCanadian
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Nah man, all the homo!
Thats if the cape is actually a guy!
And if the cape is well... we'd have to wrestle to see who's the pillow princess!
Either way thou?
I'd win~
Ima_Psycic
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I was wondering where he went, haven't heard from him in a while
And as much as I hate agreeing with you Runaway... I agree completely
DebaucheryTea(Temp. Ban)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
reaches for tissues*
Bring mommy those delicious buns to bite and mark every inch of that creamy breed...
... will teach you to sing with my tongue...
... and clap yor cheeks so hard that the neighbors will think that Simurgh is [Post censored by mods]
OrangeTry: Ok, too far, take a ban and go cool down.
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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 6: 05
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 5
Aisha is a simple girl with simple needs really, she isn't just a chaotic gremlin that delights in causing mischief and mayhem just because she's bored!
Well, not all the time anyway!
All she wants for her life is to have fun, for her family to unfuck themselves (which is the most unlikely thing to happen), have lots of money, and for a certain twinky stud that routinely plays with her insides to finally succumb and give her the dicking she desires! Seriously she has working eyes, she knows just how much he appreciates her ass and admires it!
Deciding to stop thinking of her desire for the femboy booty she focused on the PHO thread about her man, honestly her favorite response was by DebaucheryTea! This person over the internet was one of her people! They understood the lust for the femboy dumptruck booty!
How Fran hasn't realized just how much cake he's packing simply blew Aisha's mind!
Still as much as she wouldn't mind indulging her thirst, she really didn't feel like cleaning up after herself. So instead, she focused on her girl Tay, honestly… She knew the girl had issues. Having had one sleepover with Tay, well Aisha quickly caught on that things weren't perfect between her and her pops. Honestly the guy seemed like a ghost!
Eating dinner with Tay and her pops was the single most awkward meal she had ever had, but she had to give credit where credit was due. Danny… tried to talk with Taylor, but well… things had gotten so bad neither of them really knew how to talk to each other. And in Aisha's unprofessional opinion?
The two desperately needed all the therapy, which was unlikely to happen as that shit cost money.
Moving on Aisha stretched out on Fran's bed, grumbling about him taking Midnight with him. Not that she blamed him, Aisha wouldn't want to leave a kitten home alone in a new place. Besides, PHO seemed to love the little fluffy ball, though she did chuckle at just how close Void was so right yet so wrong!
XxxVoidCowboyxxX
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I bet that cat was dead when he found it and brought it back to life with biotinker fuckery and that it's actually a hyper lethal killing machine that turns into a feline abomination murdercat!
Technically not wrong, but certainly not right either. And the summary dogpiling that happened afterwards was pure amusement in Aisha's opinion.
Actually, it made her think about when Fran put his foot down regarding Taylor's, in hindsight, reasonable paranoia about his powers. She knew the girl had trust issues, but to actually try to… gatekeeper someone else's powers just because it makes you uncomfortable!? That's just bullshit, and she let Tay know it after Fran established his goddamn dominance on the subject!
Honestly? Aisha wanted him to fuck her so badly after that! Well, either that or peg that smashable ass of his!
So much cake! Aisha want's a bite! And according to PHO a whole lot of other people want some of that cake too! Especially that DebaucheryTea! Seriously he may have been banned from that thread, but Aisha tracked him down over to the NSFW board and found the dude having already started writing a smut about her twinky stud!
It hadn't gotten lewd yet, but it was certainly building up to it, so she figured in the next chapter or two there would be some hot guy on guy action. She wondered who would top though?
Shaking her head, she decided to resume her lurking, only occasionally shitposting or thirstposting. And teasing the other thirsty thots!
"Actually…" Aisha texted Fran and told him to pick up a 'cape phone' for him to use, "Then I'll get him to set up an account! Then we can shitpost together!" She exclaimed with an excited grin.
Of course, she then resumed her shitposting until she got a one-day ban for stirring up too much shit!
And though she was stopped from posting, it didn't mean she couldn't still enjoy the thread itself!
After she got her fill of reading Aisha got up with a yawn and figured she should make herself something to eat. Humming to herself she went to Fran's small kitchen and started pulling out some ramen, a pot, a small thing of beef bouillon, and a measuring cup.
As she prepared her ramen, she couldn't help but wonder with a faint smile at how everyone thought she was full of shit when she said she knew Fran and helped him out. Admittedly the 'help him out' was a stretch and hints of his 'tragic backstory' were total bullshit, the thought honestly amused her.
However, she could take the whole being experimented on, being left for dead, and gaining a power that would help him put himself back together and run with it. All she'd have to do is convince Fran to go along with it himself, which honestly wouldn't be that hard, Fran enjoyed a good joke and story himself.
The trick would be keeping it manageable and believable, because she had no doubt that there would be some PHO Warriors that would go out of their way to confirm everything. So that meant they would have to do some research, at least to add enough tidbits to the story to make it possible.
Granted it wouldn't be too hard, what with the S9 roaming the country. They'd eliminated small towns, and since Bonesaw joined (though there's still a debate if she willingly joined or if she was brainwashed into it) Fran's theoretical backstory was entirely possible really.
All it would need is a location and really, PHO would do the rest of the work for her!
"I love it when people do the work for me…" Aisha murmured to herself as she added some beef bouillon to the water and started stirring until it was all dissolved.
Fran confused her, and she never hid that fact.
Aisha knows it and even Fran himself knows it, the difference being that it amuses Aisha and Fran doesn't really care. He's been nothing but accommodating, she had no doubt in her mind he knew she didn't trust adults more often than not given how she's always been let down, but he wasn't afraid to put his foot down! She could call the PRT and get him arrested! But she wouldn't… he is the first adult in her life that actually took time to help her… even help her realize the futility of trying to 'wait out' Emma and Sophia.
They wouldn't get tired of her; they wouldn't get bored of her. Fran speculated that Sophia had some form of psychopathy, and that Emma had some sort of psychotic break, which had never been treated and just grown worse.
Fran helped her with her studies and convinced her to go for her GED and leave Winslow behind. Fran helped her not look like an upright frog and… made her pretty! He… he was honestly too good for her, why was a cape wasting time on her? She's just useless, pathetic, boring Taylor… Aisha is prettier and more interesting than her! Why doesn't he focus entirely on her and just ignore Taylor…
She shook her head to dispel that thought and instead focused on logging out of her alt-account on PHO and into her main account. Granted she hadn't used it beyond browsing and occasionally making a comment here and there. After finishing logging back in she resumed reading the thread that Fran accidentally started with his actions on Boardwalk.
She actually had to research what exactly he did, but afterwards it just left her impressed. She knew of his skills in the medical field. After all she had been under his knife and honestly, she had never been happier, now her glasses were simple glass as her sight was now as perfect as humanly possible!
She actually had boobs now! And the pudge was gone!
She never realized that her pudge was due to a case of malnutrition (something she would never tell her dad, ever), hell she wasn't even sure how you even went about correcting something like that through surgery! But he did it, and he never asked for anything! Honestly a part of Taylor felt like he was getting her tangled in strings so she could never escape him.
But honestly… she wasn't sure if she wanted to!
He clearly wasn't taking anyone's bullshit, especially her own. He told her flat out that he wasn't going to let her dictate how he used his power! He even went on to explain how he could help people with his skills and reminded her that with powers always came as a package.
You couldn't have the Good, without the Bad. And that she needed to pull her head out of her ass.
He then turned back around and got to work on something, and Taylor's eyes moved too…
"I'm not weird! I mean all of PHO is talking about how good his butt is!" Taylor thought as she closed her eyes, "But when he got all stern and told me he wasn't… going… FUCK! I am weird!"
It was at that moment… did Taylor realize she had Daddy issues…
… Aisha must never know…
However, this realization didn't stop her from looking at the picture of Fran bent over checking on the downed man.
He does have a nice ass, and Taylor is still a teenager. Not to forget that puberty is a bitch.
Not that she has feelings for the guy, she'll happily let Aisha take all his sexual attention!
His initial goal of coming out to the Boardwalk was to visit Parian's and get a costume sorted, that changed when he intervened in a medical emergency and through his actions gave the ambulance and medical personnel much needed extra time to save his life. And of course, the PRT arrived, possibly because someone called them? Maybe because they were patrolling anyway, but regardless they arrived and Dr. Patches found himself sitting in what looked like an interrogation, err a questioning room with Miss Militia.
The room was barren other than a pair of uncomfortable metal seats, a table, and a large 'mirror' which is actually a window into an observation room where his words would no doubt be recorded and dissected. All that was missing was someone to play the Bad Cop to Miss Militia's Good Cop.
Or so he assumed anyway, he didn't know what to expect really. All he really had was knowledge that the PRT was incompetent, but that was written by someone that didn't know how to write a government organization and obviously had personal issues with authority. So realistically he didn't know what to expect, while Wildbow may have written about this world, this was reality and not some sort of SI fanfiction. So, Dr. Patches figured it would be best to keep an open mind.
Still, he just had to ask.
"So, do all Heroically inclined independents get similar treatment? Or did I break a law I wasn't aware of?" He asked, "I asked for permission and the woman, his wife I guess, gave it soooo I… didn't do anything wrong."
"Nothing like that." Miss Militia said, "It's just standard procedure to bring in capes that interact with the public like you have."
Dr. Patches smelt some bullshit, surely, they actually had an open office for questioning! Perhaps this was a subtle attempt to drive him to join? Would Miss Militia start throughout trumped up statistics that indicate that Independents didn't last long? If that was the case then why was New Wave still active, never mind the smaller groups of Independents through the city? Is the PRT so hungry for more capes that they have no problems using scare tactics as long as they get what they want?
Or is this actually standard procedure, put in place by a director that didn't like capes and hated ones that even lightly poked her trauma button? He wanted to give them the benefit of a doubt, but honestly it was rather difficult to do so due to his own opinions and bias.
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"Well, that's nice." He thought before focusing on Miss Militia, "Fair enough, well ask your questions. Just know I may or may not answer them."
"Hmm, you know your refusal to answer might make some of you suspicious." Miss Militia pointed out, her voice not giving anything away making Dr. Patches raise a brow.
"Perhaps, but my private life is my private life and is no one else's business." Dr. Patches retorted calmly.
"So, you're an open cape?" Miss Militia asked, deciding it was pointless to pursue the previous line of debate.
Dr. Patches chuckled faintly and smiled and gave her an amused look, "Let me answer you a question with a question." He said with clear amusement in his voice, "Why do you think this is my actual face?" Technically… it wasn't a lie either, so if Armsmaster was on the other side of the window it should register as him being honest.
Actually, does Armsmaster have a lie detector? Or does that happen sometime later?
"So, you're a Changer?" Miss Militia asked.
"I… well I suppose technically." Dr. Patches said, "Personally I prefer to consider myself as a Thinker with surgical and medical leanings."
"Not Tinker?" Miss Militia asked, but Dr. Patches could hear her disbelief.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but Tinker's are identified by their compulsive building and their inability to really stop themselves from drawing out schematics." Dr. Patches said, "I've never experienced things like that. Perhaps a minor Tinker rating for instinctive knowledge of medical and surgical procedures. However, everything I know, any trained surgeon or EMT could do easily. The only difference being I can push the boundaries and do things trained professionals are theoretically able to do but are physically impossible to do." He explained.
"That is an impressive skill set." Miss Militia said, "You know, depending on your age you could join the Wards or Protectorate and we could supply you with all the tools and equipment you'd need." She offered.
"Huh, a soft sell huh?" Honestly, he would've been tempted if not for the bullshit that is the Celestial Forge however maybe he could get something out of this regardless, "Thanks but no thanks. I am interested in having a working relationship of course, while I'm sure I could effectively fight criminals. I'm mainly interested in easing the burden on Panacea's shoulders and making a bit of a profit along the way." He explained.
"Ah, well that's disappointing." Miss Militia said, "Well we can get you registered and set up something with the local Brockton General. I assume you wouldn't be available at all hours of the day?"
"No, I've recently gained a regular nine to five job." Dr. Patches said, "So I'll mainly be available on weekends, though I will respond to emergencies… as long as they are emergencies and not a rich jackass throwing money around."
He figured he'd keep his plans to open a clinic to himself though, he still wasn't sure where he would even set it up in the first place. Should he go through legal channels and find a place or just find an abandoned place and just… put down roots? Things to think about later, maybe Aisha or Taylor would have an idea?
"Hmm, well just relax. I'll send in someone to get you registered." Miss Militia said as she stood up, "Oh, what name do you go by?" She asked curiously.
"Dr. Patches." He said, "Didn't have one until a little girl gave me the idea. Plus, well it's pretty PR friendly you know?"
Miss Militia just chuckled at that and nodded before walking out leaving Dr. Patches by himself, and he opted to amuse himself by staring at the mirror with a knowing look in his eyes.
Petty? Perhaps but he needed something to do!
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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 7: 06
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 6
Fran finally slumped into his apartment, having already swapped out his face and everything, and simply made a beeline to his bed. As he entered, he carefully removed Midnight and put her on a little bed of blanket's he had made for her. He ignored as Aisha watched him and he ignored her increased breathing when he stripped to his boxers. He simply fell onto his bed with a satisfied groan.
"Man, fuck this whole goddamn damn…"
Seriously... God, Jesus, Budda, Flying Spaghetti Monster! Save him from PTSD riddled cripples with massive chips on their shoulders with a fetish for power plays!
"Fran? Dude, you okay?" Aisha asked as she approached the bedside.
Fran just rolled onto his back and reached over, grabbing Aisha, making her squeal in surprise, and pulling her down and holding her. Aisha froze stiff for a few moments before she relaxed and rested her head on his chest.
"Rough day?" She asked quietly, which might have well been her speaking normally with how quiet the apartment was despite the sound of the tv droning in the background.
"Yeah." Fran grumbled as he messed with her hair, smiling faintly as the pleased murmurs Aisha made.
He knew it would only make her even more determined to get him to sex her, but currently he was out of fucks to give. And honestly… It just felt really nice just holding someone. Fran just closed his eyes and relaxed, not even bothered by Aisha shifting around. He wasn't even surprised when the feeling of denim and cloth was replaced by skin, because why wouldn't Aisha get comfortable?
"Wanna talk about it?" Aisha asked as she traced the surgical scars on his chest, which made Fran shudder slightly… that felt a lot more pleasant than he imagined!
"... Well, you know how I was going to Parian's for a costume?" Aisha nodded, "Well then I acted like a hero and…"
{Flashback}
"Okay. Fuck it." Dr. Patches grunted as he put Midnight back into his jacket pocket, the kitten had felt playful earlier and he decided to play with her to distract himself.
That was an hour ago and now the kitten was curled up asleep, which he carefully moved her to his jacket pocket, as he stood up and looked at the mirror. Might as well let the observers know what he was going to do.
"Okay, I've been here for two hours. Imma going to go back to the front and actually get registered then I'm going home." Dr. Patches said, "Great service by the way, very professional." He snarked as he went to the door and opened it to let himself out.
Honestly, he expected it to be locked!
Stepping out only to immediately be confronted by a PRT agent, probably from the observer room but frankly he didn't really care. All he wanted was to get this shit done and go home, maybe take a nap. Hell, he'd even entertain Aisha's antics after all this bullshit!
"Um, sir?" Dr. Patches just held up a finger cutting him off.
"Listen, I'm sure you're just following orders and I can respect that. And that's the only reason I'm not ignoring you completely." Dr. Patches said bluntly, "I don't know if the PRT is incompetent, if the message got lost, or whatever. But I've been waiting here for two hours to register as an Independent Hero in an uncomfortable chair in a damn interrogation room. Now, I'm going to go to the front and register, and then I am going to go home. That's it, no negotiations or bargains, I'm going to register and leave. And for the record? If the PRT is always so heavy handed, it's not surprising that there are so many Independents that don't want to deal with this bullshit."
Was it harsh, probably. Did it come off as Karen-y, maybe. But honestly Dr. Patches had no fucks left to give. And seeing as the agent was just… stunned he shrugged and walked past him, which brought the guy back to reality and moved to intercept.
{Flashback End}
"Seriously!? Man, that's stupid." Aisha grumbled as Fran's ministrations slowly relaxed her, "That's a great way to start a working relationship…" She mumbled absent mindedly giving Fran a kiss on his chest.
Fran just hummed in agreement, while the entire thing was upsetting, he didn't really blame any of the agents or Heroes. They were overworked, understaffed, and hilariously outnumbered… Honestly, a lot of the problems started at the top anyway. He couldn't say for sure if Piggot was a 'Cape Bigot' or just a hard ass making the best out of a shit hand.
Still, it was kind of frustrating.
"Fran? When are we going to go out?" Aisha asked.
Fran… had kind of forgotten about that, but instead of saying as much he held the girl tightly making her purr, which in turn made him consider giving her a Cat Zoanthrope gene. But as he thought that he started considering what he knew of her personality; chiefly her preference for mischief and causing chaos.
Maybe instead of a Cat Zoanthrope he could make her a Chimera? The challenge of combining all the samples and ensuring all the key traits combined and stayed stable would prove rather exhilarating honestly!
The kiss to her forehead surprised Aisha but she certainly wasn't complaining, "How about tomorrow?" He offered, "I could go for a burger."
"It's a date!" Aisha said with a beaming smile as she rested her head on his chest and giggled happily.
Happy that Aisha was happy Fran turned his thoughts to his new project, the trick would be… what creatures to use? Creatures well known for hiding of course… Why not ocean life but… something else as well. Hmm, now how would he get genetic samples of a cuttlefish, an octopus, a chameleon, and… hmm… something with bioluminescence.
Though a part of him (a very small part) felt guilty for even considering releasing a Stranger: Yes, with a preference for mischief and chaos loose into the city. But honestly, he couldn't care less, he just wanted Aisha to be safe and happy…
And to stop fondling his crotch… despite how nice it felt…
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Nah, he was actually going to roll instead.
Though he was faintly concerned by the… giddiness he felt? It certainly wasn't from him…
Rolling...
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The sudden impact of the knowledge gained slammed into his brain like a runaway freight train, and there was a lot of stuff in those perks! Honestly if it wasn't for the serum to increase his brain neuroplasticity, he might've suffered from some form of brain damage or possibly even an aneurism! Something that Aisha wasn't really prepared to deal with.
"Something I could address with Legacy Lived… just a simple blood transfusion and I would have an assistant on the same level as myself…" The thought was rather nice, plus who didn't want a competent assistant?
"You okay Fran?" Aisha asked, "Powers doing it again?"
Sometimes Aisha surprised him with just how observant she is, and instead of answering he gave her a squeeze.
"Yeah, I'll tell you later." He said, "Now stop fondling me and let's watch some tv, yeah?"
"Sounds good." Aisha said, "... But are you sure you don't want a handy? And you're not going to put your clothes back on, are you?"
"... No thanks…" He really hoped she didn't notice that pause in answering, "And… nah, fuck today."
Aisha just nodded in agreement, though that amused look in her eyes told him that she didn't miss that pause. Regardless they both got up and moved from his bedroom and into the living room to watch tv. And it was of no surprise at all when Aisha decided to sit on his lap instead of beside him. It also made him wish he really did get dressed because Aisha kept wiggling… and giggling as she felt him react.
Apparently since he declined the hand job, she decided to give him a lap dance…
"Goddamnit Aisha…" Fran thought with nothing but fond exasperation.
She was such a mischievous minx… but she was his mischievous minx and Fran wouldn't have it any other way!
Chuckling he just wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder as they watched tv, Fran just chuckled even more as her pulse started to race.
Still in his boxers (and Aisha in her panties… and he wasn't surprised she didn't wear a bra) Fran nodded as he looked at his first device using magitech, it wasn't much honestly… but a very advanced blood drawing and transfusion device. Honestly, actually enchanting the machinery was… a very interesting sensation.
After a few false starts he figured it out, simply put enchanting (or at least this style of enchanting) was about… impressing your desires on the machine. Granted this wasn't the proper method, it was a quick and dirty method used explicitly by beginners to magitech which Fran is despite what Magitech Mastery implied. So, for finally dipping his feet into magitech engineering it felt appropriate, he's just lucky whatever bullshit powered the Celestial Forge replaced the cannibalized tools and machines unless it was a direct upgrade for something.
Like if he used the biocontainment unit and turned it into a stasis cell, when the Forge 'reset' the lab the stasis cell would remain and wouldn't revert back into a biocontainment cell.
Granted Fran wasn't entirely sure if he was right, but something told him he wasn't wrong either. Honestly, he got a 'little bit of both' feeling… probably from the Forge itself. Which was weird but… Fran is a gender bent expy of a Horror-Comedy protagonist from a manga in a setting that was written by a hack that hated authority with a fetish for grimderp.
So, what did he know?
"Fran whatcha making?" Aisha asked, sounding annoyed, making him realize he had been ignoring her as he focused on his work.
"Ah, sorry. New toys, you know?" Fran replied scratching the back of his head, "But this is a blood drawing and transfusion machine. It'll be useful, well if you're interested that is." Of course, she'd be interested, however Fran had to make the offer if only to soothe his on conscious.
"How's that going to help?" Aisha asked, "Well, besides the obvious."
"Well, you know how my power is utter bullshit?" Aisha just snorted as Fran continued, "Well, I can pass along my knowledge to someone, you if you're interested, by giving them some of my blood. None of the physical alterations will transfer of course, but… all my medical and engineering knowledge, along with the more esoteric stuff as well."
There, he had laid it all out to her now he just had to wait for her answer.
She scratched her cheek, "You know… I would've preferred a very different method of 'transferring' the knowledge." She said with a cheeky grin, and she wiggled her eyebrows before she plopped herself down and offered her arm, "Go on daddy give me your vital fluids!~"
Fran just rolled his eyes and chuckled as he started hooking her up before sitting in another seat and plugging himself in as well. After a few seconds he activated the machine, and as it hummed to life Fran felt it drawing his blood.
Blood that was a lot thicker than natural and a more vibrant shade of red that almost glowed.
It was probably paranoia on his part but the machine, in theory, should allow the transfusion to work as intended despite not having a compatible blood type. When his very unusual blood entered the machine Fran was starting to feel antsy. He would be able to react fast enough in case anything happened, still the fact that he didn't have a chance to stress test the machine bothered him deeply.
"Dude. Your blood is freaky." Aisha said with a grin, "So cool!"
Fran would've rolled his eyes if his eyes weren't watching the blood cycle out of the machine and make its way to Aisha. And as it slowly entered Aisha, he kept a close eye on the girl.
"So is your blood supposed to do some-" Aisha cut herself off and she zoned out.
Fran ripped the needle out of his arm, and he immediately started checking her own. Pupils dilated, her blood pressure was elevated… Fran didn't think her nipples hardening or the fact that her panties were damp was an important observation to make note of. Regardless he kept watch and minutes passed and eventually Aisha slumped back and panted.
Fran tried to ignore Aisha's breasts.
"That… that was a rush…" Aisha said eventually, "... I know surgery…"
"Did you just quote the Matrix?" Fran asked with a chuckle.
"Well… I mean why not? Will Smith looked so bad ass when he said it!" Aisha whined.
Fran chuckled as he looked at her, "Show me." He said knowing Aisha loved it when he played along as he moved to the operating table and laid down.
Aisha giggled in excitement but didn't jump ahead of herself, instead she went over and washed up… and didn't put anything beyond some surgical gloves on…
Of course, before Fran could ask about that she fucking strutted over and gave him a grin… that he knew he'd have when he started operating on himself or Aisha. It seems some of his mannerisms carried over…
"Time to play doctor~" She cooed.
"Goddamnit why is that so hot?" Fran thought.
Of course, then he had an intrusive thought, "It's just a few months…"
But she shook that off as Aisha injected the pain suppressant… but…
"Aisha? I think you gave me too… muc…" Fran just trailed off as he fell asleep.
The last thing he heard.
"Don't worry, you'll love it." She said, "Besides, I'll probably notice things you skipped over."
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Looking at the sleeping Fran she smiled, "A mans shouldn't be so adorable!" She said with a giggle.
Shaking her head, she went through the prep as she considered everything her man, and he is her man even if he was still playing hard to get, had pumped into her. The sheer amount of medical knowledge his blood had somehow given her was absolutely mind boggling! The fact that he could, through flippin' surgery (not to mention through hypnosis and therapy) fix addiction and cravings somewhat upset her but after some thought realized he probably didn't know how to approach the subject.
Which was stupid, but her stud is thoughtful and gentlemanly like that.
Aisha however didn't have that hangup and was planning to abduct her junkie of a mother and fix her, her consent or approval did not matter. Aisha wanted her mom back; she hated the junkie she had turned herself into! She missed when they would actually go to the library and just read. She missed when she would bake cookies on special occasions, or just because she felt they both deserved a sweet treat!
But what really blew her mind was all the magitech shit! She could enchant now like a fucking wizard! And the zoanthrope thing opened all sorts of interesting thoughts! Why bother Triggering? Point at one parahuman that is perfectly stable and reasonable, and she'd call that parahuman a fucking liar! It was well documented that parahumans always had issues, some more obvious than others.
"Okay babe, time to let Doctor Aisha see what she can do to make everything better!" A little roleplay never hurt, now if only he was awake, they could complete this dirty doctor play fully.
Though a part of her just wanted to start riding him, she wanted his to be awake and aware and completely consenting as she milked him for everything he had to offer! Though she supposed she could check him out down there as well, she was a virgin but that didn't mean she didn't want her first time to be anything less than memorable!
Not that she would give him a pornstar sized dick, the thought of a giant dong impaling her was too intimidating. Maybe for their next session?
Humming to herself she opened his chest open easily enough, cracked his sternum, and got a rib spreader to open up his chest cavity completely.
Aisha had always had a fascination with medicine, but Fran's gifts… just made it even greater! And as she examined her man's internal organs and tissues, she could see what he was thinking, Survival and Efficiency. Humming she poked and prodded, moving organs around gently without disrupting their functions.
Looking at everything Fran had done to himself; it was beautiful in a macabre way. However, Aisha could see ways to improve things, to add a little redundancy to overall increase both survivability and efficiency.
Organs that served no purpose, and some that would be removed in worst case situations, were cannibalized. Reused and repurposed, while other organs were given a total overhaul. By the time Aisha was gluing his sternum back together and closing him back up, she had created and applied additions that would help Fran.
First being a Thrombocyte organ, which would aid in blood clotting and help in rapidly sealing injuries while clearing out damaging internal clotting that might be cause by diseases, toxins, and poisons.
Next was what Aisha called a Sports Heart, which amounts to a secondary heart that is able to pump blood extremely quickly for extended periods of time providing the body the necessary boost when required. Otherwise, it functioned just like a regular heart.
She then moved on to his head, she didn't really mess with his brain however she did figure some improvements to his eyes would be welcomed. Carefully removing his eyes and walking over to the lab she immediately started working, taking three different augmentations and combining them into one without increasing the overall size.
The base being what Aisha decided to call the Eye-Plus. What made it different from a traditional eye were the multiple hybrid lens/receptor layers that use interference to detect passing photons, providing multiple simultaneous fields of focus and amazing visual clarity.
The next being called the IR/UV Eye. This eye should allow Fran to see far into the ultra-violet spectrums and allow him to perceive so-called 'impossible colors' thanks to its thirty-nine types of cone cells. Comparatively a normal eye only has three types of cone cells: red, green, and blue.
The final one being called the Telescopic Eye. This eye is surrounded by tissue through which light is split, refracted, and reflected through to sub-retinas to increase visual fidelity and focal length.
Combining all three augments posed something of a challenge, but Aisha with all the knowledge backing her felt up to the task.
And the final augment that she would apply, for his and her future enjoyment (and Taylors' if she ever stops swimming in Denial), with a giggled she removed his boxers and eyed the limp phallus. It certainly wasn't the peak of masculinity, but it certainly wasn't a tiny thing, actually measuring it and low balling it she figured when he was fully erect, he reached a comfortable six… maybe six in a half inches in length with a good two in circumference!
Still, she got to work adding what she called a Myradic Organ. A shape-changing organ that can take on the appearance and function of traditional homo-sapiens organs of either common biological sex or both at once. It also allowed for self-control of fertility so Fran could rawdog her all he wanted, and she wouldn't get preggers unless he wanted!
And Aisha couldn't deny… something about him having that control over her made her very wet.
Now finished she put his boxers back on and applied the counter agent of the pain suppressor, which should wake him up.
And as he slowly came to Aisha went and started cleaning the tools as cleaning what blood spatter that got all over her. Absent-mindedly she wondered what sort of augments she should apply next time.
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"God, Aisha better not have given me a giant dick!" Don't get him wrong, he trusted Aisha… but he wasn't oblivious to the fact that she desperately wanted to jump his bones.
And though he hid it well he had seriously been considering giving her what she wanted. After all, it was only a few months anyway. So, what if they got started a little early? It's not like they would be proclaiming that they were fucking from the top of the Medhall building! And honestly, he just… really needed to get laid.
Outside of masturbation he hadn't gotten any action since he arrived on Bet, and he had been so focused on survival he never considered sex toys or even getting a prostitute. Besides giving his thoughts now the idea of getting a toy or paying for it just seemed like a waste.
"After our… date then." He decided as he opened his eyes and… found himself impressed at just how clearer everything was!
Then his eyes crossed as he started seeing in the IR/UV spectrum, "Okay that's impressive and going to take some getting used to." Never mind the fact that when he focused on Aisha, he could count her individual pores on her skin!
Pushing himself into a sitting position he examined himself, also noticing that his field of vision was wider slightly… and no he didn't just notice that because of Aisha's dumptruck of an ass was still in his vision.
Still while he couldn't tell entirely what Aisha had all done, outside of the obvious, he didn't find himself too displeased. Pulling his boxers open he checked, and while the surgical scars did set off some alarm bells seeing everything was still the same did set him at ease.
Now he just had to worry about whatever insanity Aisha decided his reproductive system needed.
"Sooooo…" Fran blinked and looked up at Aisha who was standing there with her hip cocked out with a smirk, "Let's talk some mad science! Zoanthrope, I want it. Fuck being a parahuman!"
Fran just shook his head and chuckled, "Sure, I'll share what I had in mind for you. Actually, you could probably help me find some species of spider I can hybridize for my own zoanthrope gene." He said.
"What about Tay?" Aisha asked as she approached and took a seat on the operating table.
"Honestly? I was considering something to increase her leg strength, maybe an ambush predator of some type?" Fran speculated, "She doesn't strike me as the type that would want to punch criminals."
Aisha nodded at that, "Fair." She said, "And I'll tell you everything that I did to you as well as ideas I had for future operations!" She added excitedly.
"Great, how about you start with why'd you use too much pain suppressor. I'm fairly sure I told you it acts as a powerful sedative." Fran said, "And then you can tell me what you did to my privates!"
Aisha just laughed, which made Fran smile. And despite the mischief he had enabled through the blood transfusion… he didn't regret a thing!
Augments used came from the Bio-Warrior Cyoa.
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Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 68, Follows: 80, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024
29Chapter 8: 07
Bio-Forge Master
Chapter 7
Logically she knew that Aisha and Fran only had the best intentions for her, they'd been nothing but straight and they had never lied to her. Maybe omitted some things but never lied to her face, and she really appreciated that. It was hard to know who to trust anymore, her former best friend and virtual sister turned her back on her and regularly used those secrets she shared in confidence against her.
After a year and a half of dealing with Emma and Sophia… Taylor had honestly started looking at everyone with a sense of suspicion. It wouldn't be the first time someone got close to her only for it to be a cruel prank. She had started always expecting something to go wrong, for the other shoe to drop.
Which made things awkward with Aisha and Fran, she desperately wanted to open up again (both figuratively and literally since Fran operated on her!) but she just… couldn't bring herself to make that final leap of faith. A year and some of paranoia and suspicion was hard to shake after all.
"Still, why do they get away with so much?" Taylor mused as she tried to relax on her bed, a good book on her chest that went unread due to her turbulent thoughts.
It was a thought and she kept coming back repeatedly over the last year and a half. For the longest time she thought it was simply incompetence or sheer apathy on the staff part, which probably isn't entirely wrong honestly. But… she didn't know, it just didn't seem right. Some of the pranks were simply beyond belief, and after doing some research some of them could've easily resulted in her death if she landed wrong!
So, if it wasn't incompetence or apathy (or not entirely anyway) what could it be? Yeah, Emma had money and her father is a lawyer but… she doesn't have that much money and she vaguely recalled hearing that Mr. Barnes is a divorce lawyer so… that couldn't be what was keeping the school staff from doing their fucking jobs! Gangs maybe, that… didn't sound wrong honestly.
It's an open secret but Winslow was practically a recruiting ground for all the gangs. The major gangs were represented: the E88, the ABB, and the Merchants. But the minor ones as well, the 'normal' ones that didn't have any parahuman support. Some of them were actually just people that banded together for protection, but others were more typical gangs.
Tough guy wannabes and street punks.
Again, that didn't seem right either. The E88 would never sanction a white girl to be ruthlessly bullied, the ABB would rather send her to the brothels to be broken into another whore, and the Merchants? They'd get her hooked on a dozen different drugs and use her as a party favor to entice more to join, or to keep their own members content… after all the Merchants lived for only three things: Money, Drugs, and Sex.
"Well, there's one… but they're the good guys! Right…?" The thought came to her and made her grimace.
She never thought of the PRT and Protectorate as a gang… despite how it technically fitted with them holding territory and patrolling. It was actually her mom and dad that called them that, she was seven at the time. They were talking about something they had seen on tv, and mom had called the PRT a 'government sponsored gang' and her dad… didn't seem to disagree.
And now that she thought about it, she couldn't stop as much as she wanted. It made a sick sort of sense.
"Okay, let's say the school is getting something from the PRT. Like… funding, I guess? That means that one of them is connected to the PRT somehow…"
She immediately dismissed Emma, not out of denial or anything, but because she knew Emma. Before she apparently lost her damn mind, Emma couldn't keep a secret to save her damn life. And now Emma would surely rub the fact all in her face that she has PRT-backing and protection. Madison was dismissed for a similar reason, though different reasoning.
Madison was a horrible person and made life difficult, but she never actually hurt her. She kept herself limited to being an irritation at the least, pulling childish pranks and even stealing her assignments. So compared to the other three, Taylor could say that she held a mild dislike for the bitch.
But Sophia… honestly Taylor wanted to dismiss it out right. Like the PRT would cover for a violent psycho… unless they had a reason to. And as Taylor went down this rabbit hole of speculation she started breathing harder as her mind made jumps from topic to topic.
"No, nonono… that bitch couldn't be…" She didn't even want to finish the thought but already it was there.
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Paying Fran a visit sounded like a good idea, there was a good chance Aisha was there anyway.
Laying her book on her bed Taylor got up and started to get ready, her dad was still at work so it wouldn't matter if she left. Though she should probably leave a note on the off chance that he came home early, which she personally doubted but the possibility remained.
Taylor figured out she got powers as soon as she stepped on the bus and went to pay her bus fare, the entire world froze, and she was presented with hundreds of thousands of different… routes she could take. Examining them, seeing as time had apparently frozen, she realized that a lot of them were decidedly slanted towards social interactions, from genuine to manipulative.
She decided instead to simply pay her fare which cause the whole world to resume, and then she went over and took a seat. Thankfully other than some tweaker homeless guy in the back Taylor could relax slightly and instead consider her new power and its applicability towards fighting crime.
She… wasn't entirely sure it would actually help her fight crime. She could like… talk criminals into stopping but that wasn't really going to work all the time now, was it? But she should probably focus on something that was bothering her.
Why did her power seem like something out of a Dating Simulator!?
'Routes' the power calls her options, that's straight out of a Dating Simulator! And the only reason she even knows that is because Greg wouldn't stop going on about this Parahuman Dating Simulator thing he downloaded a couple months ago!
And personally, she thought Panacea was a top tier waifu! Sure, she isn't a sexbomb like her sister or some other cape ladies, but there wasn't anything wrong with the Girl Next Door! Not that Taylor voiced her opinions as Greg waxed almost-poetic about Alexandria and just how her costume conformed to her body.
Taylor out of curiosity checked it out and agreed, Alexandria had an amazing ass!
"God, I just had to get a power modeled after a Dating game." She thought with a faint sigh, "What next? A relationship mechanic?"
[Relationship increases if Taylor is open and honest with Fran and Aisha.]
"I was being sarcastic! Goddamnit!" She wasn't really angry, just irritated.
Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.
Despite the tweaker in the back the ride passed quickly enough, and Taylor got off at her stop with little trouble, and as she made her way to the apartment building Fran was living in, she bit her cheek at how the world would randomly freeze and she would be bombarded with thousands of routes she could take.
It didn't take her too long to realize that the time freezing thing only happened when people were paying direct attention to her, not just passing glances but full on looking. It certainly explained the random nature of her power. Obviously, it detected intent, whether it was just idle curiosity or anything else.
Thankfully as she discovered on the bus, she didn't have to pick a route for things to resume. And while she really wanted to test just how her power works, she didn't want to test it out in the open on any random person that she comes across!
Shaking her head, she walked along before entering the building and taking the stairs, not that she would've taken the elevator regardless of if it was working. While Fran corrected her pudge, he made it clear that if she wanted to keep it, she would need to exercise. So, she took it on herself to take up running daily, and honestly if she had the money, she'd probably go for a gym membership as well!
Exercise was, she found, surprisingly therapeutic in face of dealing with Emma and her minions.
Funny thing though, ever since Fran helped her out and she stopped letting their pettiness bother her? The only one that really seemed invested was Emma, even Sophia wasn't really into it anymore.
Oh, she still did her Top Bitch thing, but it seemed more like sheer habit than actively wanting to torment her.
Shaking her head, she made her way up to Fran's apartment wondering what was going on? Probably Aisha being Aisha, ruthlessly teasing Fran. Or maybe… Fran could be operating on her? Either way she would find out soon.
"Oh! I want a prehensile tail too!" Aisha said excitedly, "Oh and all the sneaky shit too! Oh! And what does this sound like for a name? Stitches, kinda fits with yours, doesn't it?"
She was expecting many things, only about a quarter of them perverse (what she's a teenager, what did you expect?) but she didn't expect to come into the apartment and find the two watching tv with Midnight curled between them talking body augmentation. Or seeing just how excited Aisha was about it, but then again it shouldn't have really surprised her.
Honestly given what she knew of Aisha, she would do it for the sheer 'what the fuck' and cool factor alone. Still, she removed her shoes and set them near the door as she closed it behind her.
The two looked but when they saw her Fran gave her a friendly smile and wave, while Aisha flagged her down with a wide grin.
"Hey Tay! Girl, I thought you were avoiding us!" She teased, "Come on and sit with us! Join our brainstorming about what sort of tinker fuckery my Stud is gonna pump me full of!~"
Fran just facepalmed, "Do you really have to make everything sound sexual?" He asked with an exasperated sigh.
"Until you pin and piledrive me? Yes, yes, I must." Aisha retorted without missing a beat, "And my pervy comments will continue until my thirst is satisfied!"
The world frozen and she saw thousands of routes before her, a few words would guarantee Aisha thirst would be satisfied and she would be grateful towards her and would do anything to repay her, another route involved adding her own input towards the discussion and integrating herself to them both, a few routes showed the way to seduce them both and make them submissive to her, and on particularly lurid route resulted in her and Aisha being teenage moms while simultaneously being the most well protected girls in the city when Fran stops deliberately limiting himself. Though that route held a lot of body horror and other shit that would make Bonesaw and Nilbog look like rookies.
She dismissed the options, now wasn't the time to experiment. But even knowing what she should do wasn't easy for Taylor.
Instead of making a snarky comment she went over and picked up Midnight before sitting between them, putting Midnight in her rightful place in her lap. Of course, Aisha draped herself on Taylor and laid her head on her shoulder whereas Fran just chuckled.
She…didn't really know how to start, and as routes were fed to her, she finally picked one that was the farthest from manipulative in the slightest. Or at least in her opinion.
"So, I got powers." Taylor blurted, the Route gently providing guidance but not outright puppeting her though she got the feeling that it could if she let it, "And they're… helping me with this. I wasn't sure how to bring it up…"
"Seriously!? What are they!?" Aisha asked, mostly curious but a little excited.
Fran on the other hand just gave a faint grimace, "You triggered? Shit…" He muttered before looking at her, "You, okay?"
"Huh? She just got powers though?" Aisha said, looking at Fran curiously.
What followed was Taylor and Aisha's first exposure to parahuman theory, Taylor honestly found it rather interesting especially given how different stressors and trauma dictate how the power would manifest. Brute, physical trauma, Thinker being faced with a problem you can solve or a prolonged time, and so on. And thinking on it… that trip down the rabbit hole probably counted as prime Thinker material, doesn't it?
"Well, I guess you're planning on being a hero?" Taylor just nodded with a faint blush, "Well, can't let you go out as a squishy Thinker now? Hmm, what's your favorite animal?"
Blinking at that very odd question Taylor thought for a moment, "Um, rabbits. Why?" She asked.
"How would you like to be a Werebunny?" Fran asked with a grin.
"Oh! Oh! Just a rabbit though?" Aisha asked, "Why not a Chimera like I'm going to be!"
"That's her choice." Fran answered before he focused back on Taylor, "You know what… I think I'll let you think about that for a while. There's no rush, take your time."
Taylor just nodded awkwardly before she focused on the tv and absentmindedly stroked Midnight who purred in response. Though she wasn't really watching it as her mind was a thousand miles away as she considered… did she really want Fran to turn her into a werebunny?
Wouldn't that out her like… instantly or something? And would she only change during nights of the fully moon?
She needed more details before she committed… and she needed to do some rabbit research…
250 CP Gained!
550 CP Available!
Banked!
"Just… what. Really?"
He swore the Forge was laughing at him…
After some thought Fran passed his phone to Taylor, "Here, you can use it to do some research." He said.
Taylor just took the phone and started fiddling with it, he didn't take offense and simply left the girl to her thoughts. He knew just how hard it was to come out and say that, powers helping her regardless, so he didn't plan on disrupting her thoughts.
Aisha, seeing as our current talk was put on hold, decided to go back to watching tv. Her head still firmly on Taylor's shoulder, though he noticed that she would absentmindedly watch to see what Taylor was doing before focusing back on the tv.
This suited Fran fine as it allowed him to… reconsider his plans for the Zoanthrope gene, specifically for himself and Aisha. Now he was considering using Hybrid Biologist to incorporate the strengths of various animals into their genome, and with a little tweaking would allow them to 'grow' into it more naturally to prevent any accidents like… shooting out webbing by accident or whatever.
But with Taylor… give her a Changer form via Zoanthrope Awakening but tweak the gene so her Changer form would be stronger. Coupled with some magitech equipment she could easily be the Brute of the team, perhaps even something that would let her fly for short periods of time… he was pretty sure everyone was an Alexandria fan at one point or another.
Looking at Aisha he decided to voice his change in plans, get her opinion on them.
Taylor just nodded along; she was clearly lost but she could follow along somewhat. Though Aisha just shrugged.
"Eh, if we do the Bioscuptor thing I could have a changer power as well." Aisha said, "But honestly as long as I become the sneaky shit, I'm fine with whatever.'
"Those are some dangerous words to say." Fran thought with some amusement, obviously he wouldn't do anything bad but… well he had to get back at her for giving him a shape-changing switchblade-esque dick after all!
The only reason he wasn't more upset is after the operation and Aisha had left Fran thoroughly checked everything out, and while it felt odd having something of a sheath, he was no longer a grower. He was now a shower, or he wasn't. So that was kind of weird, he'd get used to it eventually.
Still, that was a later concern. Currently he decided to watch some tv and enjoy the pleasant company! Though after some thought he decided to go ahead and roll to see what he could get.
Rolling…
Karma Chameleon – (900 cp) (GUNNM)
Fail
Rolling…
Amazo's Backup Memory – (800 cp) (Young Justice)
Fail
Rolling…
Jagan Eye – (600 cp) (Yu Yu Hakusho)
Fail
CP Remaining: 550 cp
Vague recollections of watching Yu Yu Hakusho and remembering the bullshit the Jagan Eye could do made him curse his luck. While yeah, it'd make keeping a civilian ID harder, it wasn't like he was all attached to his civilian identity anyway. If anything, the only downside is it would make things awkward for Aisha and probably Taylor.
Still, it wasn't too bad, though he would've liked to get something to give to Aisha. He noticed while going through her work her hands weren't as steady as his own, which told him perks like Steady Hand didn't transfer over. Luckily the mistakes were minor and easily corrected.
Perhaps he could make something using magitech, like a special pair of gloves that could help her keep her hands stead? Actually… Why stop at gloves… he could turn them into proper gauntlets that could be a part of her eventual costume? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea!
Glancing over to see what Taylor was looking up he hummed, the Flemish Giant rabbit huh?
The largest breed in the world according to the article, bred for their fur and meat. But they're often kept as pets as they're known for being docile and patient…
"Well, I always enjoy a challenge. Now how to change something so docile into a mean fighting rabbit?" He mused with a smile.
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