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Rape/Non-ConUnderage SexMajor Character Death
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F/FF/MMulti
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Worm - Wildbow
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Lisa Wilbourn/KelseyRachel Lindt/WarrenAmy Dallon/Warren/Victoria DallonCarlos/Kelsey/Dean StansfieldTaylor Hebert/WarrenLisa Wilbourn/Kelsey/Brian LabornLisa Wilbourn/Alec/Brian Labourn/KelseyLisa Wilbourn/Kelsey/Taylor HebertAmy Dallon/WarrenHannah/Sophia Hess/WarrenTaylor Hebert/Brian LabornEric Pellham/Lisa WilbournMissy Biron/KelseyWarren/Sophia HessWarren/Sophia Hess/Taylor HebertLisa Wilbourne/Kelsey/WarrenKelsey/WarrenKelsey/Warren/Missy BironLiss Wilbourne/Kelsey/Missy BironEmma Barnes/Taylor Hebert/Brian LabornMissy Biron/Amy DallonEmma Barnes/WarrenKelsey/Missy BironKelsey/Jack Slash/Bonesaw
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Taylor HebertBrian LabornAmy DallonVictoria DallonRachel LindtLisa WilbournWarren(OC)Kelsey(OC)Alec (Worm)Carlos (Worm)Dean StansfieldPaige McabeeSophia HessHannah | Hana (Worm)Eric PellhamMissy BironEmma Barnes (Worm)
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Other Additional Tags to Be AddedMind ControlDouble PenetrationRape/Non-con ElementsExhibitionismVoyeurismGroup SexRough SexTentacle SexCanonical Character DeathBestiality
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Published:2015-08-20Updated:2016-09-28Words:211,103Chapters:28/?Comments:17Kudos:261Bookmarks:57Hits:57,953
CYOA: Yeah, this was a smart idea
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Chapter 2
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Going to the bank immediately seemed like a bad idea. He knew what was bound to happen. Glancing at the sky, he could see the rain wall making its way ever closer, already coming down pretty good over half the city and inching its way in this direction. He also knew that under that rain, there was a group of villains that were all headed towards the bank as well, getting ready to rob it. But he couldn't say as much. Or make any type of indication that he knew what was coming. He had tried, several different ways already, to try to tell Kelsey why she couldn't remember, tell her what she couldn't remember, and try to tell her that she didn't know him from here, in this world, but from elsewhere. From their own world. None of it, however, was very much use.
Looking down at his hands, he marveled again at her abilities already. Two simple cell phones, and she was able to project an image around his entire body to cover him with her projections? He could only imagine what her "real" projector would be, once she got some money in her hands. He wondered how she believed she had come into her money, where it came from. He remembered, quite clearly, seeing her character sheet, and knew the source of it, but even when he had tried to point out that he was aware of these things, it had come out as sarcasm and disbelief. He supposed it was a "perk" of his own disability to speak about certain things, mainly his knowledge of everything around them. He knew what was happening to Kelsey, he knew what they were going into, he knew the identities of all the villains and heroes... and was completely unable to maximize on it. Currently. He figured with some thought, he might be able to find a loophole.
They walked to the bank in silence. Kelsey seemed content to spend the time hurrying along, lost in her own thought process, her small hand warm within his own as she pulled him along. He followed her, watching her walk along. It was strange, in a way, to see someone he had seen only through online pictures and photos, now here in person, but as a little girl. He watched the way her skirt bounced around her knees, giving small glimpses of the backs of her thighs every once in a while. He had caught a small peek at her panties earlier, and wondered how she might react if he used his sexual influence on her. The thought of taking her right here, in the street, just outside the bank, bounced through his mind, and for a moment, he could almost see it happening, her bent over one the rails, her skirt flipped up on her little back while he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her. He wouldn't lie and say he had never thought about doing it to her back in the real world; quite honestly he had thought about fucking her a few times, and now she was right in front of him...
They walked into the bank, and shook his head slightly to clear it, bringing Kelsey to the center island, and pulling out a withdrawal slip, handing it to her. "Do you know your information?" he asked. He loved his voice. So rough, so guttural.
She nodded, grabbing a pen. He looked around idly while she filled out the slip, looking to see if Panacea, or Amy, was there yet. He didn't see her, so they hadn't missed anything then. "Withdraw... six thousand. Cash. Big bills are fine, easier to carry, hide. I'm not worried about cash tracing anyway. And get the remaining balance, please." He nodded, taking the slip from her, and they moved into the line, which was moving fairly quickly. There was a steady flow of individuals in and out of the bank, despite the rain which had unleashed outside finally.
When the teller called them up, he tugged Kelsey's hand, pulling her up after him to the counter, happening to glance behind as he did so, and spotted Amy Dallon standing there, hands crossed before her, trying to look invisible, but yet failing. For just a moment, time stopped, and he reached out to her subconsciously, touching her with his sexual power before he even realized what he did. He saw her eyes flick up to him, meeting his eyes, and a little smile touch her lips before she glanced away, then he turned back to the teller, dropping Kelsey's hand as he slid the slip to her.
"Withdrawal, please," he said softly, trying to soften his voice for the benefit of the girl. She nodded, and took the slip, typing the numbers into the computer quickly. "Could I also get the remaining balance?"
"Of course, sir." She tapped a few more keys. "How do you prefer the cash?"
"Big bills are fine. Easier to carry."
"Very well, sir. One moment, please." She stepped away, taking the slip with her, and ripping off a receipt that printed out, taking it with her to the back. It only took her about a minute before she was back with a manila envelope. She tapped a few more keys, ripped off another receipt, then stapled it to the inside of the envelope and closed it. She opened it, showing him the cash bundles within. "Six thousand, cash." She gave him a bright, fake, cheery smile. "Anything else I can help you with today, sir?"
"That was all, thanks."
He stepped away, reaching down and catching Kelsey's hand, noting that Amy was done with her transaction at the neighboring teller, and moving away as well. He fell into step behind her, admiring the shape of her bottom in her jeans, watching it sway back and forth...
Just as people screamed, pure panic sweeping through the lobby as two huge beasts stampeded into the room. He hid a grin, knowing exactly what was going on, even as blackness slammed over the lobby. He dropped to his knees, pulling Kelsey down with him, and resisted the temptation to reach out to Panacea as well, not sure what would happen if he were to interfere too directly in events. Some things, he supposed, he wouldn't be able to help. After all, he was now a part of this world too. He moved slightly in front of Kelsey, sheltering her with his body, just in case.
Then the darkness parted, and Taylor made her speech, threatening everyone with her spiders. He smiled at that, wondering how Kelsey was feeling at the moment, turning to look at her. She patted him just as he turned, and he met her eyes. She pointed at his pockets. He glanced down, confused, wondering if she was trying to point out the spider, or what she was doing, then shrugged at her. She rolled her eyes, and he turned back to watch Taylor and the others move into the vault, leaving the lobby mostly unattended. I knew they were relying on Taylor's bug senses, but again, couldn't say a word of what was going on.
"Warren," Kelsey whispered. "Give me the phones."
His first thought was immediately what would Amy think seeing his true self. She was watching them, though trying to appear as if she wasn't. "But the projection..."
"Did you see those monsters there? No one is going to notice you right now. They're all terrified. Pull up your hood, and hunker down behind the counter here. Just give me the phones." She held out a hand expectantly.
He nodded, glancing at Amy again, then pulled the phones out of his pockets, and handed them over, noting the shimmer around him as the real him back into plain view. Amy wasn't even looking in his direction, instead focusing on what Kelsey was doing. Kelsey spoke to her, telling her to wiggle closer. They had a brief whispered exchange, then Amy did as asked. He frowned. She wasn't aware of who she really was, but she was already affecting events directly, if she did what he thought she was about to. Without the spider on Amy to dull Taylor's sense, what would be the new outcome of the fight and confrontation?
Kelsey fiddled with the phones briefly, then had another hushed conversation with Panacea, then settled back to wait. It didn't take very long for the Undersiders to come back out, and notice the Wards waiting outside. They had a brief talk themselves, then Tattle asked for volunteers. He huddled closer to the island, hiding under his trenchcoat, doing his best not to be noticed by Tattle as she walked around, then went back to the group with eight of the hostages.
Everything else seemed to happen really fast. The Undersiders attacked, the dogs charging out to engage the Wards first, then the rest all fell into the fight, going back and forth.
"Touch me, put your hand on my arm." Kelsey whispered from behind. He turned, doing so, and saw Panacea doing the same on the other side. They met each other's eyes, and once again he reached out with his sexual power, touching her again. Her lips curled into a smile once again. He shivered as he felt the electric current run over him, and figured the spider could not have survived it. He glanced up, and saw Taylor turn, her yellow lenses focused right on them.
Shit. He thought, moving to jump up and intercept her if she rushed them, keeping in mind both her baton and her knife, reaching out with his mind, getting ready to summon armor, weapons, whatever he would need. He rose slightly to his feet, just as Grue covered the three of them with darkness again. He grabbed Kelsey, dragging her out of the back of the cloud. A window up front exploded in a spray of glass, drawing the Undersider's attention, and he looked around, snarling, trying to judge where the attack would come from, ready to defend her if necessary. Kelsey had tripped, but got to her feet, grabbing his arm.
"The PRT want me... if the Wards get their hands on me..."
Fuck. That's right... Dragon wants her. Goddammit, she just had to include that bit on her character sheet. At least this version of her seems aware of the danger. He looked around quickly, trying to figure out what to do, and do it quickly.
He ran out of time, catching sight of Panacea attacking Taylor, who had turned back to the fight outside, the two of them staggering into an office in their struggle with one another.
It didn't take but a few seconds, and Glory Girl showed up, slamming through the roof, into the floor, shattering the marble flooring, casting people rolling. He saw Kelsey roll with the impact, trying to get to Panacea. Tattle was near her. Hoping Tattle would keep to her character and not be violently confrontational, he focused instead on Glory Girl, moving up behind her, slowly, sneaking in her direction. In his hand, he formed a large mace out of pure blackness, the haft feeling as real as anything else in his hand, as heavy as a real weapon. He crouched low, staying behind her, moving quietly to avoid drawing her attention, even though it was entirely focused on Panacea, who Taylor was holding with a knife to her throat. He glanced to the side, and saw Tattle with Kelsey, then Tattle moved away, looking confused, but carrying a phone in her hand...
What had she done now? Dammit. He felt like he should have paid more attention to that, and seen what she had up her sleeve. He saw her turn towards him, moving in his direction, and sprang his attack, leaping the last few feet, grasping the mace with both hands and bringing it down with crushing force on her shoulder. Glory Girl called out in surprise, dropping under the blow, but reached out, catching his ankle, flipping him into the air, then slamming him down into the ground. He barely had a second to react, but his power was fast; blackness wrapped around his torso, solid armor, absorbing the brunt of the impact. He grunted, felt the marble crack under him, and twisted, swinging the mace with one-hand with all the strength behind it he could muster, slamming it into her back, spending her sprawling forward several feet just as Kelsey reached him.
"Hey, catch!" Tattle cried out, tossing the phone to Glory Girl as she struggled to her knees. She caught it, looking confused, and then suddenly, the area around her warped, changed, like Vista's power... but it came from Kelsey, putting Glory Girl at a safe distance from everyone else present as the phone in her hand detonated with a force that he would definitely not have expected, tossing her like a doll to the ground. Then she was right back in front of him again, half naked, her costume nearly destroyed by the explosion.
He picked her up and chucked her into the wall with enough force to shatter the drywall, burying her half in the wall. She slumped, unconscious. He figured the explosion must have knocked out her forcefield, and getting chucked into the wall knocked her out. He glanced at Panacea, who was entirely focused on her sister, uncaring about anything else. Knowing what her did about her, he also knew they couldn't let her get to Glory Girl before we were gone.
"Tattle, what the fuck..." Taylor began, still holding Panacea, not letting her go. Smart girl, he said to himself.
"She's coming with us. And her friend?" Tattle looked directly at him. He nodded. Taylor clubbed the top of Panacea's head, knocking her senseless. He stopped as the others made their way outside, and checked her. She was dazed, disoriented, but still awake.
"Sorry." He said simply.
She looked at him groggily. "Why... did you side with them...?"
He shrugged. "Nothing personal. Can't let the PRT get ahold of the girl." He paused, then leaned in close, and licked her cheek. She tensed up as he did, but it was so brief she didn't have time to react. Then he gave her a canine wink, and hurried after the others.
Kelsey climbed up onto one of the dogs behind Tattle and Taylor. Grue and Regent grabbed a second. Bitch glared at him as he approached.
"Who the fuck is this?" she demanded, looking at Grue.
"Tattle said he helped save her and Taylor. They're coming with. Get him out of here with you. Same plan. Go."
"But—" Bitch began.
"Goddammit Bitch we don't have time for this, GO!" Grue barked. She turned and climbed onto the dog, waiting for him to follow her up, not offering a helping hand. He put one arm around her middle, holding on as she kicked the dog into motion, and they were off.
He grinned to himself as Bitch held herself rigidly before him, obviously uncomfortable with the way his arm curled around her middle. He leaned forward, his muzzle over shoulder by her ear so she could hear him even in the darkness. "Thanks. Like your dogs."
She grunted. He couldn't hear it, but rather felt it as he squeezed her middle again. He had to admit, she wasn't the most attractive female, not even very attractive in current company. Taylor had an edge over her in terms of form and looks, and Tattle had them both beat... and Kelsey, well. She was cute, and innocent, quirky. Smart. He definitely had to fuck her at some point, he decided. Taylor as well. But he could immediately tell that Bitch would only respond to a brute display of power, of superiority. He began forming his plan well before they reached their destination. She dropped him off at the warehouse, then moved away from him immediately. He smirked at her back, and waited. Grue and Regent were next to show up, then Taylor showed up by herself.
"Where's Tattle, and the girl?" Grue asked her.
She pointed back they way they had come from. "Tattle stopped with her back there, to get some food. I..." she glanced over, saw Warren standing there, and fidgeted slightly. "I... just wanted to get here. So I came ahead."
Grue nodded, glancing in my direction, then we all settled in to wait for Tattle and Kelsey in awkward silence. They came along shortly, Kelsey pressed up against Tattle's side under her umbrella.
"Someone's got cozy," Regent snarked.
"Shut it," Grue said. "I'm sure if Tattle trusts her like that, then everything is fine."
"I don't know," Taylor said uneasily.
They fell silent, until they got there, then the Undersiders slipped into the back of the warehouse to confer. Kelsey walked over to him, and smiled. "Hey."
"Hey."
"Did you... um. Save my money?"
He nodded, and pulled out the envelope, handing it over. She checked it, smiled, and then handed it back. "Hang on to it for me till we're done here, I don't have any pockets. Please." He nodded, and tucked it back away. "Sorry I blew up your temporary projector."
He shrugged. It didn't bother him, really. He figured she would make good on her promise to make a new one.
"I'll make a good one, promise."
He shrugged again, thought process confirmed.
"I have a question." He glanced in her direction. "Before, you said I looked younger than you remembered. I feel older than I look. Why am I younger?"
He growled. He wanted to tell her. He tried, trying to will his mouth into moving, to form the words. Because you and I live in a different world. We made characters to write a story. We went to sleep and woke up here. I'm not sure how, or why... but we're here. And we have the lives of the characters we created. We live in this fictional universe, but it's not so fictitious now that we're in it. Instead, what came was, "I can't say."
"You mean you don't know, or you can't physically say it?"
He shrugged, unable to form any more words in reaction to it. She sighed, and walked over, sitting against the wall. As she did so, she gave him yet another look under her skirt, at her little panties. After thinking so long and hard about how to fuck Bitch into submission on the way here, seeing that was hard to resist. He felt the temptation to step over to her, pick her up, hold her against the wall and force his cock into her... but he refrained. Her eyes met his, and he realized she had caught him looking. Not saying anything, he simply settled in across from her to wait, and she smiled at him coyly. Did she like him looking at her? He hadn't hit her with his power, he was pretty sure. Just Panacea. He would have to wait and see how that turned out.
Grue and Tattle eventually returned to the two of them. "Here's the deal," Grue said. "We'll give you two a trial run, for helping us out. You stay here, where we can keep an eye on you, and agree to any restrictions Tattletale needs to make sure you're not going to betray us. Take it or leave it."
Kelsey agreed immediately, all smiles.
He rose to his feet. There was no way he could just leave her here, alone in this world. "Taken."
"Well then," Grue said, and reached up, pulling his mask off. "I'm Brian. Welcome to the Undersiders."
Tattle took them upstairs, and introduced them briefly. He unconsciously tuned her out, focusing on his plan for Bitch, until he realized she had asked him his name.
"Warren is fine. For now."
"We'll have to get you a cape name, too," Tattletale said. "Just seems to make it a little easier. Sorry, but we don't really have a room for you, but Grue has said we can put up some new partitions on the other side of this wall, and build you a space. Tonight, you'll have to settle for a couch. Tomorrow we can get the furniture and materials for you."
"It's fine. Couches are good."
She nodded, dismissing herself. Kelsey tailed after her, heading back to their room. He watched them go, then moved down the hallway himself to Bitch's room, finding it with his nose. He knocked on the door.
"What?" she demanded.
"I want to ask you something," he growled in response. There was a pause, a long delay, then finally the door opened, and she glared up at him.
"What the fuck you want?"
He glanced around them. Taylor was watching from nearby, but staying silent. "Was wondering if you would come downstairs. Want to try something."
"What?" she demanded, not moving.
"Your power. Works on dogs." She nodded. "Want to see if it works on me."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're not a dog."
He looked down at himself. "Appearances beg to differ."
She paused for a moment, then Taylor cleared her throat, standing slightly behind us. "It might be useful, you know. See if it does work."
Bitch glared at her. "What the fuck do you care?"
Taylor shrugged. "Just seems like if it does, and he can still use his other powers, might be useful if we get in a fight with someone like Glory Girl again."
"Will you leave me alone if it doesn't?"
He nodded, and she shut the door behind her, locking her dogs in, and stomped off, heading downstairs. He followed along behind her, noting that Taylor tagged along behind, trying to remain unnoticed.
They moved to a large open area, down on the first floor, and squared off, facing one another. Taylor crouched at the top of the stairs, watching, but keeping her distance. He had the vague impression that she was probably monitoring them with bugs around them somewhere as well, just in case something unexpected happened.
"Okay," Warren growled, taking off his trenchcoat and laying it aside carefully. Afterall, it did still have Kelsey's cash in it. "Do it."
Bitch looked at him intensely, then nodded.
Nothing happened, and she frowned, stepping forward and laying one hand on his chest. She held it for a moment, then stepped back. "No. Not going to happen." She turned to leave, but he caught her arm, at the same time hitting her hard with his sexual power, pouring it into her. She gasped, at first moving to shake him off or hit him, or both, but instead felt the pure lust he inspired pouring through her, and allowed him to pull her against his chest, his arm wrapping around her and pinning her in place. She looked up at him, mouth hanging open.
"What the fuck," she whispered. He licked her, from her neck all the way up to her mouth, his tongue teasing across her lips. She shivered, and he focused another wave of his ability into her, knowing it would be breaking through her walls and barriers, shattering her defenses.
"With dogs, there are ranks," he growled. "I am a wolf. In a wolf pack there is the alpha male, and he has his beta female. This is our pack. I am the alpha male. You are my beta female." She pushed against his chest, trying to back away. He tightened his arm around her, his hand dropping down to her ass, squeezing it. "You are mine, you will follow my orders." He squeezed her ass tightly, then pushed her back enough to grab her jacket, ripping it off. "Your power doesn't work on me, so you can't be alpha. We needed to figure this out first, get this out of the way, so it doesn't become a problem in the field. Now, you will submit to me."
She shook her head slightly, trying to fight his influence, even as she let him undo her baggy cargo pants, and push them down. She was wearing boys' boxers underneath. He grabbed them next, yanking them down as well. She wasn't shaved, underneath, but her pubic hair wasn't thick, out of control, either. Sparse, but dark. He could see the cleft of her sex between her legs, and spun her around, bending her over one of the workbenches. He glanced over his shoulder, and saw Taylor watching, one hand over her mouth. His lips curled in a feral grin, enjoying the fact that she was there, watching, seeing this.
Bitch pushed her hips back against him suddenly, giving in, submitting, letting the lust wash through her. He could smell her arousal, knew she was already wet, wanting. Submitting turned her on even more. With his sexual ability, he could "tune in" so to speak to her sexual sense, and enhance it, heightening her desire and lust for him. He did so again, and she pushed her hips back into his groin, rubbing against him, getting him hard for her.
He placed one hand on her back, and pushed her down against the counter, holding her in place while he undid his jeans with the other, opening them and pushing them down around his thighs, freeing his cock, which was only about half hard, then allowed her to rub her ass back against him again, grinding his cock along the cleft of her ass.
Taylor, still watching from above, could barely believe what she was seeing, and what was even worse... she was getting turned on by it. When he turned and met her eyes, she felt her cheeks flame red, but couldn't bring herself to look away, to hide, to run, to do anything but sit and look on in shocked silence.
Warren grabbed Bitch's hips, pulling her back, bringing her ass up higher with his one hand, then took his cock, and pushed the head down, until it was pressing against her pussy lips, slowly pushing them apart, spreading her open as he prepared to take her. Bitch, for her part, was dormant and submissive now, letting him do as he would with her cheek pressed against the hardwood of the counter, her breasts mashed against it as well as he held her down, and forced his large cock into her small opening.
She wasn't a virgin... no, she had lost that a long time ago, and to rather violent circumstances, and had since then had sex with both other men and even let her dogs fuck her on occasion, when she got too horny and didn't want to deal with people and their possible rejection. But this was different. This was about dominance, about asserting one's self, and she realized two things about it while his cock invaded her body, filling her, stretching her out...
One, she liked it. She liked giving up that constantly fighting for the top attitude, and letting herself submit to someone else. Especially someone that understood the hierarchy, and knew both of their places within it. And two, she just really liked getting fucked.
Warren's hips met Bitch's with his cock fully sheathed within her, and then he began to move, hammering his cock in and out of her. Bitch moaned and arched her back, pushing her ass up to take him in deeper, her pussy getting wetter the more he fucked her, tighter as he drove her pleasure and passion up and up... she couldn't believe it was happening, yet wanted it more than anything in the world. She came before him, crying out, gasping and panting for breath while he just continued to hammer his cock into her body, using her like she was nothing but his personal fucktoy, turning his head again to hold Taylor's gaze. She stared in awe, lust, arousal... and he could read it, plain as day on her face. He touched her with his power, just lightly, like he had with Panacea, just to cement the idea in her mind that she wanted to take Bitch's place. She wanted to feel him fuck her, use her, cum on and in her...
He growled and shoved his hips forward harder, driving his cock deep within Bitch as he came, his cum shooting into her hard, filling her up, overflowing over his cock and running down her legs. He sagged as he pulled back, glad at that particular moment that he didn't have a typical canine cock, as well. Knotting, as enjoyable as it might have been, would also be rather inconvenient in several situations. He slapped her ass, and let her up.
Bitch slipped off the counter, turning and looking down at the mess he had made between her legs with a grimace. "Did you have to cum in me? Fuck."
Warren nodded. "Yes."
"What if I get pregnant, you fuck?" she growled.
He shook his head at her. "I don't think I'm particularly fertile, anymore. With this body. Not typically human, you'll notice."
She growled, and wiped up a bit of his cum from her thigh, and before she realized it, she raised the finger to her mouth, tasting him. She jerked as she realized what she had done, and shot him another glare, pulling up her boxers and pants, picking up her jacket.
"Suppose you'll want to do this again."
Warren nodded. "Eventually. You're mine, remember."
She growled, but offered no further argument, heading back up to her rooms, glaring at Taylor as she stalked past her.
He moved up the stairs until he was standing before Taylor. She studied the ground between his feet intently, until he crouched down, and with one finger under her chin, raised her to look at him. She was blushing fiercely. "I won't hurt you," he growled, trying once again to lighten and soften his voice. "Don't worry."
"I'm not worried," she protested. "I just..."
"You're worried," he said bluntly. "You're feeling things you haven't before. It's normal. Just know, I'm not here to hurt you, in any way." He stated the last with feeling, trying to impart some type of sympathy, some type of empathy to her situation. He knew what she was doing, what she was going through, the mental struggles about her station, her plans... he could only wonder if his presence, if Kelsey's, would affect her end decision eventually to stay with the Undersiders, but at the same time, he wanted her to feel like he was an ally, a friend.
She looked away, rising to her feet. "I should... take a shower."
He nodded, and let her go.
* * * * * * *
When the next day rolled around, Warren went to check on Kelsey, not having seen her since she disappeared into Tattle's room the previous day. Stepping up to her door, he knocked gently, and heard Kelsey mumble something, then call out sleepily "Who is it?"
Before he could answer, Tattle answered, "It's your wolf friend. Warren. Right? Yeah. Warren."
"Oh," Kelsey muttered. There was the sound of rustling, like clothes, then she opened the door. Her hair was all mussed up, hanging over her face, and she rubbed her eyes with the back of her fists. "What's up?" she asked. She was wearing what was obviously one of Tattle's shirts, hanging loosely on her smaller form and stopping around midthigh. He was actually somewhat surprised to see the difference wasn't even greater; Tattle was rather small and petite, it seemed, so they went well together, for the most part.
"Here," he said, holding up the envelope with her money.
"Oh, cool!" she brightened at once, taking it from him. She turned to Tattle. "Hey, can I borrow your laptop?"
"So long as you don't turn it into anything, sure," Tattle said with her customary smirk.
Kelsey rolled her eyes at her, and picked up the laptop, hopping up on the edge of the bed and setting it on her thighs, thumbing it open and turning it on. "I'm gonna build Warren a projector," she said proudly to Tattle, who was brushing her hair in her mirror, and turned to glance at the girl over her shoulder.
"How do you do that?"
"Pretty easy. Get a bunch of parts, have them shipped... well. Somewhere. That may be a problem... and then put them together."
"You should ask Grue to buy them, in his name. Have them shipped to his apartment. As long as it's nothing dangerous, I don't think he'd have a problem with it."
"Good idea!" she bounced back to her feet, holding Tattle's laptop in both hands, and brushed past Warren, heading into the main living area. Grue was sparring with Regent, who obviously had zero motivation to be doing anything of the sort. Taylor had went home, but Brian had said she would be back after school. Warren padded after Kelsey.
"Sure," Brian was agreeing to what Kelsey had asked. "Do you know what parts you need?"
"Yep, already came up with a list. Here." She handed him the laptop, and they sat down next to one another so she could help pick everything out. Brian let out a low whistle when he saw the total. "You have that much money?"
"Yep." Kelsey held up the envelope in one hand. "What's the total with shipping? Is it okay if I give you cash? If you want I can just do an account transfer instead. I have that much left in the bank."
"Wait, you have that much in cash on you right now, and that much in the bank, and you're... how old?"
She rolled her eyes. Warren noted she was exceptionally good at that display of emotion.
"Doesn't matter. I have money, okay?" she glanced inside the envelope, and her eyes widened. "Apparently more than even I thought I had. Wow. Hey, I need a costume, right?"
"There's better ways to get those types of materials," Tattletale said, stepping into the room.
Warren turned to look at her. "Can I get some things too?"
Tattle glanced at him. "Depends, can you afford it?"
He turned up his hands in a shrug. "Guess not."
"I can get it. Don't worry about it," Kelsey cut off his protest. "I really don't mind. I like helping."
He frowned at her, but didn't argue. Tattle sat next to her on her other side. He definitely didn't miss the way Kelsey slightly leaned towards her, their legs touching, as Tattle leaned over to see the laptop, and check the list of items. The three of them were discussing the best way to buy the items, and settled on an account transfer of funds. They did that online, then bought the materials for the projector. Then Tattle picked up her phone, and started texting about the costuming materials, checking on what would be available and how soon, cost, and everything else.
"Good news," she said after a flurry of texts. Warren and Kelsey both looked at her. "Boss says he can get the items we talked about today, for reasonable cost. No mark-up or the like." She glanced between the two of them. "You'll just... ahh... need to come up with a list of what you want."
Kelsey frowned. "I hadn't thought about it. Um. I need tools, to make thing first. Solder iron, water jet, laser cutters..." she droned on, but he tuned her out, watching Grue, Regent, and Tattletale instead. Grue seemed really interested, asking her questions if she could make this or that. Kelsey seemed to get a little flustered by it, saying she would have to find out, to play with things for a bit, but that her first priority would be to create some type of armor and protection for herself. He figured that was a good idea; she was a little girl, after all. Vulnerable. He could make armor for himself out of his conjuration abilities, as well as weapons, so he wasn't concerned in that department. He was more interested in trying to find a way to not be blind if Grue used his darkness around him. Tattle was busy jotting down notes, making a long list, and was mostly quiet, but did ask if Kelsey would be able to upgrade her laptop at some point. Kelsey readily agreed.
Time passed, and then Brian checked the clock, and stood up. "Get that list in to the boss, Lisa. Kelsey here will need it back as soon as possible. Also, Taylor should be here soon. Let's head down, meet her, and head to the Boardwalk. We have some time before we transfer the money."
Warren glanced around. "Uh..."
Kelsey glanced up at him, and bit her lip, then looked at Brian. "Do you have any spare phones? I could make another temporary projector for Warren, so he could come with."
Brian shook his head. "Sorry, no. The ones I have, we need. Speaking of phones, I'll need to buy both of you a team phone, so we can keep in touch. It's part of our method. But, Warren, I actually have a job for you." He looked up, meeting Brian's eyes. "Bitch isn't coming with the rest of us, either. I want you to go with her, she's going to meet us at the Docks for the swap."
He nodded. "I can do that."
Brian nodded. "Excellent. That's settled then. Ah, Kelsey, you'll probably want to hop in a quick shower, and see if Tattle has anything that might fit you better."
Kelsey glanced down at herself, still dressed only in a shirt. "Oh. Right." She darted off to the shower quickly. Lisa watched her go, and sighed.
"I'll go see what I can find. I was planning on taking Taylor shopping, we can buy her some new clothes too."
Warren went to Bitch's room, and knocked again. She answered the door much quicker this time. "Brian says I'm with you today."
She growled, but nodded. "Fine. Let's go."
And she pushed past him, heading out, just like that. Her dogs trailed after her, all three with their tails wagging. Shaking his head, he followed after her.
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