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Parahumans Series - Wildbow
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OC - CharacterAmy Dallon | Panacea | Red QueenTaylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverDragon (Parahumans)
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Published:2023-08-07Updated:2024-04-28Words:141,557Chapters:11/?Comments:47Kudos:229Bookmarks:87Hits:18,877
A Guiding Hand
Crississ
Chapter 3: From Speeches to Seductions and Back Again
Summary:
Kris decides to use his words instead of his fists for the first time.
Chapter Text
After Miss Militia stopped emptying her stomach, I was quickly placed on the Armscycle in a heroic sandwich while I was 'subtly' interrogated on what the fuck happened to Lung while both of them visibly attempted to ignore my arm.
I appreciated the fact they were completely demolishing the speed limit in favor of taking me to the PRT- or the emergency room if they didn't believe my claims of my power dealing with it for me.
[+10 Gluttony]
I bit back a scream as my adrenaline subsided and my stomach began rumbling as I suddenly noticed the delicious scents all around me like a buffet, just begging me to sink my teeth into-
I shuddered slightly and ignored the glances I got from the meatbags- people around me. I forced my body to relax, and the muscles in my body immediately sagged. Thank God for slothfulness.
I slumped a bit into the armored back of Armsmaster as my mind immediately wandered to my failed loop and the conclusion I came to.
I don't know what happens to the loops after I leave them, and I frankly don't want to know. Either way leads to despair, and I just… can't do that. Instead, I remember the conclusion I came to.
Failsafes and fallbacks in case of my demise. I can't speak about my ability, but my barebones knowledge of the future isn't under lock and key. So, I'll need to make caches that'll unveil themselves after my death. Information pertinent to saving lives… but I won't be there to completely guide them.
Guide them? Weird phrasing.
But I should probably-
[+25 Wrath]
I have a healing power!! Why the fuck did I forget that?!
God, I'm such a brain-dead fucking idiot! I could've lived! I didn't need to fight big, bad, and ignited twice! I died for nothing-
Wait. The PtVS, it told me there wasn't a way to save myself. And I believed it like a fucking tool. I already knew it didn't give a damn whether I lived or not as long as the Path was completed, yet I trusted it when it said my life was forfeit.
Why did I trust it? Is it just because it talks like a person? Was it designed this way, to fool me into trusting it like a friend?
God, this power is useful but it's an insidious thing isn't it? I bit my lip, forcing down my rage as I continued to ponder what I was going to do now. I can't trust it, but I still need it. I need to use the Paths, but the Paths will use me maliciously.
Alright, I'm putting my foot down, I refuse to use this thing half-assedly anymore. I may be able to eat pain like an afternoon snack, but dying and losing everything is apparently terrible for my mental health considering my bout of supreme stupidity.
Don't use the Paths unless I'm willing to fucking die to see the goal accomplished. Doesn't seem too hard.
I sighed, and looked down at my less-skeletal arm as threads of flesh and veins began wrapping around the charred bone. I was healing, but my… meal from earlier was going to be completely invalidated to recover the arm.
I'll maybe have a day before I'll need to get back to munching on mooks, two if I have a steady supply of coffee.
The bike suddenly lurched, and I looked up to see we'd somehow traveled all the way to the Rig, the base of the governmental jackasses and their spandex-clad showdogs in Brockton Bay. And then someone tried to sedate me. Tried being the operative word as the needle broke against my skin, and I clamped my hand on the armored wrist of the idiot who couldn't even wait to see if I was unconscious before drugging me.
Then I realized I had used my healing, not-covered-in-impenetrable-skin arm, and the second needle hit the mark as the pain got especially searing.
Unfortunately, as a half-ghoul, my human and ghoul halves are enhanced exponentially, which means I was back in fighting form while I was being princess carried by Armsmaster. I would like to think my reaction was justified.
"Put me down tinhead, or I'll fucking gnaw your arms off."
Though the look I felt from underneath said tinhead told me I was being spooky again. I casually rolled out of his arms and somehow landed on my feet. How? Like I fucking know.
"... The sedative should've put you out for at least six hours, accounting for your heightened regeneration. It's been exactly thirty-three minutes."
Well at least I wasn't put under for two years this time.
[+10 Wrath]
Yeah yeah.
"My trigger fucked with my biology I guess." Or whatever meat was left in me was used to flush my system. Thank you nightmarish biology. "Anyways could you maybe lead me to an official or something?" My plan, if you could call it that, involved me being recruited by someone with the authority to call Amy- Panacea in to check that I'm completely serious about my human-hunting tendencies.
… What? You expected me to hide my dietary restrictions from an organization that is either stupidly competent or competently stupid for two years bare minimum? Fuck that noise, better to at least place myself as a rookie with an unfortunate drawback to his power than a lying cannibal who could never be trusted again.
… God I hope this place doesn't run on My Hero rules or I'm fucked. Are there people here who were objectified due to how terrifying the person's power was? No, these guys need every person they can get, so as long as I don't start licking my lips every time I meet a new person, I should be good.
"I was taking you to the medbay because of your arm and it's rapid healing, but seeing as you aren't in pain and are rigid in your desire to meet Director Piggot for some reason, I can escort you to her." Not in pain? God I wish, I may not have the skin yet, but the muscles and nerve endings had returned in my sleep so right now I can feel every single breeze and speck of dust brushing against my unprotected flesh. And it is quite painful.
"Lead the way, Armsy." Receiving a nod, I walked behind the armored hero and began questioning how I was going to get his power. He's a tinker, so I'd assume his equipment would give off enough energy to trigger Inverse Dominion. But I've (unfortunately) ridden both his motorcycle and his armor and I've got jack shit to show for it.
[Preemptive Answer: Armsmaster's Shard specializes in efficiency and optimization of it's creations. His power will be the most difficult to obtain directly.]
[+5 Wrath, +5 Pride]
… I can accept information. But I am now going to immediately double-check your answers the old-fashioned way.
In any case, seeing as this thing couldn't possibly kill me given the fact I've read my fair share of dystopias and know better than to fight unexplainable technology and I also don't really want to fight the guy one way or another. But apparently he's already 'hard mode' when it comes to power stealing, so I'm going to be playing the long game with his power. And most tinkers I run into, considering I'll need to interact with their technology to get their abilities.
Though from what random trivia I've absorbed via fanfiction, tinker shit draws on some bullshit Shard energy to fuck with reality the way they do, so just being near it should work.
Like, say, a giant base made from assorted tinker-tech that's constantly producing a barrier to protect it from the assortment of jackasses in the city?
…
Of course it wouldn't be that easy, that's why this has got to be one of the locations I spend the majority of my time. Which is definitely the reason I want to be a hero. Definitely.
I made a point to wave with my uninjured arm at everyone I came across. No reason to be impolite with my future coworkers. And if they end up turning on me they'll at least feel bad.
"We're here." I blinked as Armsmaster suddenly stopped walking. How far did we walk? I was completely zoned out, so I have no idea what direction we were going. God this place is going to be a pain to navigate. "I would like to advise you that it would be to your benefit to go to the medbay so you can at least heal your arm, and it isn't improbable that she will just force you to get healing if you continue this way."
"I appreciate the concern, but the injury is completely necessary for what's going to happen." I don't- can't- trust the system, but I can at least use the information I myself ask for. And my information claims that… she'll trust this plan.
And my unknowing accomplice won't be too pissed.
Armsmaster nodded, and opened the door.
Just in time to see an obese woman who stinks of human rot talking to a generic-looking hologram of a woman's floating face. Who then turned my way with a smile that twitched as she noticed my arm.
"Why haven't you taken him to the medbay?" Piggot asked harshly, immediately glaring at Armsmaster.
[+1 Wrath, +1 Pride]
Huh? I'm not- oh right, I can absorb other people's sins and add them to my total. Cool.
"That was my request, sorry." I waved, bringing Piggot's glare onto me as it tripled in intensity as she looked at my arm.
[+20 Envy, +10 Wrath]
… Yeah, I'm not pulling the pin on that grenade.
"And why is that? Something to show off your toughness so I'd let you join the Wards?" I raised an eyebrow, wondering why she was acting like she wouldn't take every single parahuman she could get that wasn't completely morally bankrupt. "I need fighters, not suicidal teens who pick fights with villains and immediately demand to join the PRT."
I chewed the inside of my cheek, holding back the frustration I had at the bullshit that just came out of her mouth.
"Director, we both know you need every parahuman body available to ensure this shit hill of a city doesn't collapse in on itself like it's so desperate to. So, no, I am not here flaunting my Brute rating like I'm entitled to anything for it. I just need to be injured so you can call Panacea to confirm an aspect of my new body that's… a bit… controversial."
[+30 Wrath]
"Christ woman, I don't just want free healing!" Piggot got less visibly abrasive, however little that meant, as I told her I wasn't just trying to scam her.
"... How the hell could your abilities be so 'controversial' that it would justify Panacea walking in here instead of doing her job and healing at the hospitals." Holy shit she's still working?? It's like 1 am right now. She needs to take a fucking nap and stop enhancing her caffiene before she injests it.
"Director, you shouldn't taunt Murphy like that. You know better."
[+20 Pride]
Okay I'm not even doing this intentionally and I'm already pissing off Piggot to the point she physically can't be more pissed at me. God I hate my maxed out Taunt skill.
Before Piggot could make Pompei look like a hot sauce stain, there was a knock at the door Armsmaster had closed. I looked back as Armsmaster opened the door automatically, and saw…
[+10 Lust]
It was Panacea, in full uniform and with the intoxicating smell of caffeine wafting from her every pore, mixing in with her natural scent like a coffee cake.
I used every ounce of will to restrain my tongue from licking my lips. Mostly because all that was the single most arousing thing I can remember seeing in a long, long time.
I also restrained a gulp as I looked back to Dragon, who gave me an unsubtle wink. Did I just get a robot wingman?
I don't know whether to cheer or groan, but I'll take it.
"Considering I'm already here, I may as well get this done." Panacea said dryly as she strode towards me like a shark going after prey. I stopped her with a raised hand.
"Whoa, let me get some things straight first. Sorry to force more shit on your plate, please keep my identity hidden, I don't need healing. Just confirm how my digestive system works, and you can go back to… sleeping, hopefully." Beneath the hood and mask, Panacea blinked at me. Then, she shrugged and moved back to me.
Probably didn't need to tell her not to expose me, but she'll probably be shocked if she can recognize me. Still, I held out a hand to her, and she moved around and grabbed my exposed neck. Well that's just painful but alright.
Having no idea what to do while she was scanning, I just stood there and tried not to stare too deeply into her eyes.
[+5 Lust]
… Dammit. Welp, got this far, may as well focus on holy shit she smells delicious.
[+20 Gluttony]
Salivating while being checked for cannibalism seemed to not be a good idea so I just stopped and focused on literally anything other than-
"Holy shit!" She removed her hand from me as if it could burn her. "You need to eat people?!"
I could feel everyone's wariness immediately rise to the peak, a technological buzzing coming from Armsmaster. I sighed and shook my head.
"Well, yes. I physically cannot eat anything other than human flesh-"
"And caffeine because of a unique digestive process that turns human flesh into optimized cells for strength, intelligence, and regenerative ability. Any other 'edible' food that is consumed is quite literally the most poisonous thing on the planet to you due to the strength of your new cell-types." Panacea said hazily, causing everyone including me to blink at her.
"I'm glad you're so appreciative of my body." I commented, which seemed to snap her out of it if the slight reddening of her face was enough to go off of.
{Affection with Amy: +5 for letting her see something genuinely interesting and not needing her healing}
Nothing for flirting, and needed two things for just 5 affection? Damn, tough crowd.
"In any case," Dragon spoke up for the first time since I arrived here, looking at the two of us with a bemused expression. Panacea's flush didn't fade at all, and I just gave an unrepentant smile. "Thank you for the aid Panacea, you can leave now."
She nodded, and without so much as a backwards glance, left the room without even closing the door. A digitized huff of air indicated the general opinion of that. "Anyways… Unnamed Cape Number 13, please take a seat."
I looked away from the door (definitely didn't watch Panacea leave) and looked at the table. More specifically, the single armchair.
"I wonder how long the veins in your leg are? Only one way to find out." Those words were the only warning I got before a knife plunged into my thigh, and his small fingers began digging around beneath my skin in a gory mess of pure agony. Which only deepened as he found what he was looking for, and suddenly yanked-
"Nah, I'll stand." I spoke after that, drowning the memory in my own slothfulness as I leaned up against the back wall and crossed my arms.
[+20 Sloth]
Piggot was staring at me, gaze no more severe than she was before she learned I was a cannibal. She probably guessed I had only attempted to join her so I wouldn't be Birdcaged due to my dietary needs. Which, while not untrue, was not the reason I had done so. Not that she needed to know that, or would even believe me if I said so.
"... How many people have you eaten?"
"Four, and all of them had been attempting to kill me when I… defended myself." She inhaled deeply. Then exhaled in the most exaggerated fashion I've ever witnessed. I looked to the side where Armsmaster was standing as still as a statue, though his gaze was still on me beneath his helmet.
"... You are a cannibalistic Case-53 with four kills under his belt and was discovered after facing down Lung alone and winning with wounds that made Miss Militia vomit on sight."
"I also have a winning personality." Why do I even talk? "In my defense, I was defending someone who thought Lung was about to murder some kids." Piggot's glare towards me made it clear no more outbursts would be tolerated, but I doubted I could suddenly go against my instinctive response to mouth off to people with sticks shoved up so high into their asses they could be classified as a fucking flesh popsicle.
"And I should have a walking PR nightmare in my base, much less near the underaged capes, why?" She snarled at me, and I was shockingly concerned why I didn't have a negative Affection rating with her yet.
[Preemptive Answer: You are a cape with an insane healing factor. There is not a single thing on this planet that could convince her to like or hate you anymore than she naturally does that wouldn't completely invalidate the 'Dating Sim' completely.]
Huh. Well, it wasn't important because I have an investment to ensure. My eyes hardened as I bore into Piggot's.
"Because of one simple thing. I have all this power, so damning and so terrifying, and I decided to walk my ass to the people whose job it is to ensure I never see the light of day again. Because I want to help people. I have no goals, dreams, or aspirations outside of something so basic and unnecessary. I'm more than aware of exactly what I could gain with my abilities, more than you could possibly imagine." Now, it was my turn to glare at the bitch I'm willingly making my boss.
Fuck me.
"And yet, I came here after saving some kid with more balls than brains, and asked for a job. Because I'm not a monster. Not in the ways that really matter. Now, let me prove that. Let me make this shit-hill of a world something that deserves to exist. Make me a hero."
I don't know what happened at the end of my little speech, but I almost felt something ripple over me in that instance. Either way, as fast it was there, it was gone.
And I found myself looking Piggot in her eyes and finding something other than hatred and disgust there. For a single instant, I hoped.
"Even if you aren't as conceited as other parahumans, I can't risk this base's integrity and image to house you." And then it was crushed ruthlessly under her boot, and I realized I needed to make another plan. Faultline's crew was the backup, but the Undersider's were a no-go considering my plans wouldn't leave Coil alive by the end of the month-
"If it's PR that's the concern, I can handle that." Both of us snapped our eyes to the beautiful hologram that had been silently watching our conversation. "The Guild has no qualms with PR due to our mainly independent operating methods. So, it would be a good idea to just have Unnamed Cape 13 here join the Guild and have him operate under probation with your Wards." She finished her explanation with a nod and a smile, and I said the first thing on my mind.
"If you had a face I'd kiss the breath out of you."
[+2 Lust]
Her holographic face gained a bit more color around the cheek area as the avatar blushed at me.
And that's how my induction to the Wards happened in the most convoluted way possible. And why my first meeting with Piggot ended up with her threatening me that if I acted like a womanizer I'd be treated just as harshly even if I wasn't eating people.
God I hate it here.
I collapsed onto a guest bed in a guest room. After being interrogated for everything involving my dietary restrictions and possible work arounds (Apparently the PRT would not feed me suicide victim's bodies. The more you know) and then being forced through hours of testing for my ratings to the point my arm had finished healing, I was finally left alone.
With my new PRT-made phone, I quickly began setting it up, keeping note of my new Ratings. Brute 4.5 and Changer 3 (due to my instinctive expertise in using my murder-tentacles).
… Those are totally the only powers I have and I will die on this hill. At least until I trust the government in Worm.
Which will probably be never.
But now there's something much more pressing to deal with. What the fuck is my name going to be? I could go with Saturn (Kronus, who ate his kids), but I feel like going by a Greek name will make the inevitable tragedies that much worse. Oh, and I should probably not just up and expose my cannibalism to the general public if I can help it. Because what's the point in saving people if they'll make it that much more difficult out of fear?
Everything else would end up either being generic or something edgy like the names in the anime my biology essentially copy-pasted itself from. So hopefully Grimmjaw is a name that will never come to be.
As I focused on the finer things in life, potential superhero names that were actually going to be heard by other people, something coughed at the foot of my bed. I looked up from my phone, quickly erasing the pointlessly edgy hero names to find Dragon 'standing' in the middle of the guest room.
"Are you planning on informing me about all your hidden powers yet?" I didn't expect my blatant secrecy to get by anyone, but I haven't even been in bed for five minutes! I sighed and very carefully poked and prodded at the System to make sure I was in the clear for chatting.
I got up and looked at Dragon-
"You look awful." There was nothing wrong about her appearance, but there was a glimmer of hopelessness in her eyes. I recognized it immediately- I've been in Brockton Bay for more than a day now. "What's wrong?"
"... Answer my question first, please." Her voice sounded the same as ever, but my eyes narrowed at the AI. Still, I did as she asked.
"I've got a multitude of other powers, but I'd rather get into specifics about all that stuff with Narwhal too. But I am hiding them for a good reason. After all I am a Thinker-"
[8]
Thanks but fuck you.
"-8. So you'll have to believe me when I say revealing anything that isn't absolutely necessary will be detrimental." At least here, where the walls have ears.
"Fate of the world, right." Dragon sighed, her non-existent body slumping with released tension as mine coiled in tension. "Sorry if I was tense, it was just… Armsmaster realized with his tech as well, and convincing him… took a lot out of me."
As Dragon, despite her form being basically a deception to humanize herself to others, slumped with a clearly upset face, I lamented. Armsmaster was characterized as being the hardest of asses when it came to his work. So, it makes sense that trying to slip back very vital information about his newest Ward past him would make him try to use it to up his prestige. And then having his closest friend probably beg him not to, when she's always been forced to do everything by the rules regardless of context or personal feelings, must've fucked with their relationship in all the worst ways.
Because when it comes to Armsmaster, he only really likes people who agree with him on some level. Though the fact the second Dragon isn't forced to be as law-abiding as possible their relationship crumpled is not something I was expecting.
I should be happy about this. The sole rival for this 'waifu's love just dumped her the second she wasn't a slave to her father's ghost, and she was vulnerable. This should be the best possible opportunity.
So why the hell am so absolutely fucking pissed?
[+20 Wrath]
Oh, it's because I'm not some sociopathic monster who would use my friend's pain and suffering to get my rocks off!
"Ddraig," I said, forsaking every bit of subtlety to be rewarded with Dragon's holographic eyes snapping up to me. "Don't worry, I've got you. I might be the only one with an idea how you feel."
Being rejected due to facets of your body, your life that no one could understand because they aren't you? That's probably going to be my fate in this place, because fuck my existence right? Besides… I love my family. I love my old friends.
But I also know them well enough that my new physiology would warrant a public and brutal rejection of our shared memories, or an attempt to kill the 'demon' that took my place. I can't go back. That was one of the first things she said when I wound up in that room of hers.
But now, even if I could, there was nothing left for me. I can only…
"Keep moving forward. It'll hurt, but you'll feel better one day. Besides," I winked at her. "You've got another inhuman right here. So, let's get along, okay?" I smiled, what I hoped was a comforting thing, but when I did she just snorted at me. I frowned, and she just started having a giggle fit.
"Rude. I give you an encouraging speech and I just get laughed at." I should find a new partner who appreciates my Heroic Speeches™. She only laughed harder at the injustice, and I could only roll my eyes at her.
And her insulting laugh inspired some from me as well, the conniving vixen.
[Dragon Affection: +30/100 for being an overdramatic sweetheart.]
"I-I'm sorry, it's just… this is the third speech you've given me. You should really try out for drama, you'd fit right in!" The unintentionally condescending robot continued to giggle, and I shook my head. At least she doesn't look like she's about to cry-
Is her avatar cry-laughing?? Did she make that??
[Preemptive Answer:-]
"That's what you used your AI for?!" I said, before I doubled over in laughing at how superficial Dragon's decision involving her AI ended up being. "That's ridiculous!"
"Y-you don't get to talk about ridiculous Mister 'Albion D. Dragon!" I snorted at that. Like making an AI constantly create expressions for a hologram wasn't the silliest thing you could do.
"Actually, that does sound like a cool cape name…"
"Nooo!" Dragon's dramatic call was interrupted as we both lost ourselves in laughter, our Partnership commemorated not with dealings or seduction, but with the both of us inhuman beings doubling over and laughing at each other.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
{Paths: Recommended Sin Awakening Purchases}
{Answer: -}
{Sin Shopping Spree! [Greed] x 3!}
[Knobbled Grasp I]
Increases absorption rate of Inverse Dominion.
{-1 Envy MM}
[Bloody Respect]
A warrior's mindset is a strange thing, respect gained through violence and loss to others is a terrible thing. Yet with this skill, anyone who is nearby while you are fighting will gain a 1.5 multiplier on all Affection gains until the end of combat.
{-1 Pride mm, -1 Wrath mm}
[Free the Self]
When you make contact with another person whose mind has been altered due to outside effects, you can grant them the boon of freeing them to their pre-controlled state.
{-1 Pride MM}
[Lusty Touch]
A boon granted for reaching a funny number on your Sin Status, your sexual abilities will now scale with your LS stat. Love you, kisses.
It didn't do that automatically?
… Huh, guess space bimbo can't talk too often.
Ignoring that, after a long couple of hours spent talking with Dragon about how to save this worthless ball of dirt and the people on it, I've come to the conclusion that I'll do my best to just pump the System for information and not to blindly trust anything I didn't ask for unless my life is worth the risk.
So that's how I'm currently being driven to Winslow High School by a man who's lived here far too long in the Bay to question why an obviously homeless kid wanted to go to a school. At noon. Without a bag or anything educational on him.
Who got picked up from the nearest taxi spot to the Rig.
Again, he's dealt with far, far too much Worm-level bullshit to ask dumb fucking questions.
So, when he finally dropped me off, he immediately burned rubber away from the worn-down high school. As I looked at the disgusting beginnings of Taylor's legend, in the Greek sense obviously, the world lost its color.
[Enter and search for Taylor Herbert]
[Loiter and confront Sophia Hess]
I rolled my eyes and picked the girl I wouldn't try to kill on sight without hesitation. Besides, no reason I can't get both.
Actually, no, today's been too good to deal with bloodthirsty 'heroes'. So, I just casually walked up into the school.
… That's it, there wasn't even anyone watching the fucking doors. Christ no wonder some fucking bioterrorism just got fucking ignored here.
Shaking my head, I took a step inside.
[Wrath and Lust notifications have been blocked until the building has been exited]
… Yep, definitely a highschool.
I shrugged and continued to walk in the school, glad the smell of school food was even more disgusting to distract myself from the goldmine of flesh I could just munch and chew and slurp and crunch and tear and gorge-
[+20 Gluttony, +25 Sloth]
Alright, should probably grind sloth and get some more 'food' later. Just glad I've been threatened about what'd happen if I ever indulge to the point I can see it written behind my eyelids.
With a sigh and an easing hand on my stomach, I walked the filthy hallways of the hellhole known as the secondary education system in an attempt to find what was technically the Worm Anti-Christ.
Heh. Now I'm imagining even more Christ imagery for Golden Morning.
My amusement died a swift and unjust death when I turned the corner and saw a fucking cavalcade of teenage girls in the middle of the hallway. I may know jackshit about the 'lore' of this hellhole but I know a fucking set up when I see it.
So, what did I do in response to this? Try and reason with-
"Either start the orgy or get the fuck out of the halls you braindead fucks!" As a single hivemind with a single rational thought between them, the entire hall of teenage girls gave me the stink eye. I scanned the entire hall, looking for the- ah, there she is.
Wearing glasses, with beautiful hair, and looking like she's about to be emotionally and psychologically abused. Definitely Taylor.
"Oh, hey! What are you doing sitting in the middle of the hallway for?" I said cheerily to Taylor, and walked towards her. They tried to body block me, but when it comes to a literal monster designed to kill and feast on humans versus a teenager too busy dieting to get gains, I think I'm going to win.
Though when the girls finally realized I yearned for true gender equality and was not above stomping on their feet whenever they tried to trip me, a certain redhead and her two minions got in my way.
"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get a blowie from frog-"
"Cool story, didn't ask." I replied blandly, completely uninterested in a girl so desperate to forget her trauma she'd literally torture her best friend to feel better. I may have almost no standards, but there are lines even I won't cross.
So, naturally, I did the completely unexpected to these braindead bimbos and shoved the big-tittied redhead to get to the slender brunette. "Yo! What the hell are you doing just sitting in the middle of the hallway? C'mon." I tilted my head to a less crowded hallway, completely ignoring the indignant bitches surrounding us and drawing a wide-eyed look from Bug Girl. "Let's go somewhere where I don't feel concentrated ignorance seeping into the air."
"If you're trying to-" Taylor's eyes flicked over to Emma, but I was not having that shit.
"The hell are you looking over there for?" I callously interrupted the ginger, making Taylor's eyes snap back to me. "There's no one there."
"W-what?" She asked, confused and also leading up for what is going to be a hilarious moment for me.
"Like I said, nothing's over there." I waved at the general direction of the very unamused trio of girls while the rest continued to eye me. "Nothing worth looking at, anyway." I shrugged, hiding a snicker at how that dismissive tone riled up the two important members of the bullies.
"Excuse you?!-" Emma started angrily, and I rolled my eyes at her.
"Thanks, I guess?"
"Do you know who I am?!" At that, I turned away from Taylor, placed my chin on my fist, and stared at her.
"... Sarah… Flame? Cinder… Passion? Sorry, pornstar names all sound the same to me." I commented dryly as she sputtered in indignant rage, before turning away from her once again. "So, can we go now, or do we have to wait for-"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Christ Taylor, speak faster so I can skip this boring-ass cutscene. Though, I guess I've just set myself up for what is essentially going to be a home run when it comes to cutting this bitch down a peg.
"Oh, you don't know?" I spoke in a sweetly condescending way, like she was a child. Which she was in all the worst ways. "Well, one day, when you take all the plastic out of your body, you'll be able to do this wonderful thing called 'asking'! Can you spell it? A-S-K-"
I forced my body to over-exaggeratedly react to Sophia's incoming sucker punch, twitching with the slightest bit of flailing as I dragged myself to the side where she stopped herself before she broke her hand on a locker.
"And that looks like our cue to leave." I turned back to the apparently shocked still Taylor, and put a finger to my lips, and winked at her. A faint glimmer of recognition flashed in her eyes, but I was interrupted by another punch I had to fake a reaction to.
"Why the hell are you trying to hang out with Herbert?!"
"It's something called friendship," I said, holding out a hand to Taylor. "Though it figures you wouldn't know, since your 'friends' apparently use you as an attack dog." The sheer wrath in the heroine's eyes was enough to scare Taylor into actually taking my hand. The only thing that kept her from breaking her hand trying to crush mine was when she turned her angry eyes to the rest of the girls before she stomped away like a wildebeest.
"Welp, it's been real. Good luck with the prostitution and/or drug addiction." I waved back at the general gaggle of teenagers as they watched their main muscle just get hit right in the pride while their diplomat got outmaneuvered.
After all, why the fuck would I let her get started on her bullshit? Politeness? Hah!
[Taylor Affection: +20/100 for dealing with the Trio singlehandedly.]
The trio? I didn't even talk to Madison or whatever the third one was called. Eh, whatever, either way I've stolen Taylor. Now, it's time for my master plan to begin.
I downed the nectar of the gods with no hesitation and slammed the cup down with a sigh as the taste of heaven slid down my throat. Fuck I love coffee.
Taylor was sitting across from me, a sandwich and a smoothie in front of her as she nervously shifts in her seat as I shake off the flavor spasms. God I can't wait to get my first paycheck so I can set up a coffee spot in my (apparently soon-to-be-acquired) apartment. Wait, focus, hero work.
"Sorry, I just love coffee." I laughed awkwardly, forcing myself back into the chair and placing my arm over the back of it before looking at her. Beautiful green eyes, lustrous black hair, and topped with a pair of glasses. She wore deliberately baggy clothing to hide her form, with a brown hoodie and jeans. "Anyways, I think we've got our whole thing backwards, so let's get basic facts out of the way. I'm Kris Ashton, the guy who helped you out that night. I've got a bit of a… business proposition I think you'll like."
Taylor hunch a bit more into herself for a second, before nodding to no one in particular and meeting my eyes head-on. "I… I'm Taylor, if you didn't already know that. Let me hear this 'proposition'."
I smiled at her, and she immediately broke eye contact. Shame, I liked looking at her, but I'll have time to seduce people later.
"So, I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that TT gave you a PHO handle to message?" She nodded. "Well, I'm just going to cut through the middleman and tell you straight up. They want you to join the Undersiders." She blinked, and flinched at the mere idea that they wanted her to be a villain. Which, yeah, fair. But oh how deliciously ironic.
"I don't want to be a villain, I want to be a hero. I want to help people." She said with an expected but still surprising amount of steel in her voice. "So if you want me to be a villain, forget it."
"Taylor, while I respect the brass ovaries it takes to challenge the guy who mostly soloed Lung," I winked at her, and a little splatter of red appeared on the bridge of her nose. "I'm not trying to convince the girl I saved to join the side of evil for shits and giggles. Instead, I need you to be an eye on the inside."
"You want me to spy on a team with a Thinker on it?" She asked incredulously, and I was kind of offended that she could try and go all espionage when it was her idea but the second I asked her to do it she immediately started being reasonable about it. "Why?"
"Because the Undersiders are working for a villainous jackass who plans on taking over the city." I dropped the bomb, and looked on with concern as she immediately froze, her mind racing behind her eyes. I stopped and let her process this without me overstuffing her whirring greymatter. When it seemed she was finished expositing the implications, I continued. "Yeah, it's bad. So, I want you to work with my other mole in the group-"
"That's… not what I meant." I stopped talking, and merely gave a curious look to the future godslayer. "I mean… why should I? Why shouldn't I just go to the PRT with this, let them do their jobs. Why me?"
"... I hate to break your view of heroes into pieces, but the PRT isn't as good at their job as they make themselves out to be." I started softly, concerned I was busting open her worldviews far too early. But that's just how Worm ends up working for her. 'Congratulations Taylor Herber, you're going to save the world, whether you like it or not'.
"Their main focus is usually PR to prevent any worldwide duress from superpowered people just running around. And, well, heroes as a concept don't really… fix anything. They just end up making sure nothing gets any worse, because bad guys are a symptom to the problems of this city. And, well, the villain has ties with the PRT so any information on him is removed. What's the point of screaming for help if no one's there to hear you?" I shook my head.
"But, Taylor… I believe you can be better than those people who can only bandage wounds. And that's why I'm asking for your help." Again, I held out my hand to her from across the table. "Taylor, I'm not asking you to infiltrate them just to take down a bad guy. They're a bunch of people that've been hurt so bad the only way they can get by is by hurting the world right back. I want you to be you as well, and show them what a hero is supposed to be. That's why I'm asking you."
Taylor looked from me, to my hand, and back to me. I hid my nervousness as best I could, but I just wanted Taylor by my side.
I knew enough about what she's gone, going, and will go through that I want to be with her. Just to help. After all, what kind of monster sits back and watches someone suffer for nothing?
If she rejected me here… well, I'll have to trust them to follow Lisa and her inevitable 'betrayal' of them. If not, then… No, I won't accept those guys leaving me high and dry. I'm saving those assholes and no one will fucking stop me-
I started as I felt Taylor's hand on mine. I looked at her, then our hands, then her again. She blushed a bit, but fought it down.
"Well, guess I'm an accomplice now. Now what?" I blinked, surprised, but that surprise shifted to relief and happiness as a gentle smile crossed my face. Which grew as her blush suddenly flared up.
[+40 Wrath, +80 Lust]
Ah, and now the System gives me my notifications just to ruin the moment. Fuck off.
"Now we start making some moves, partner." I laughed as her blush turned nuclear.
Best way to start an alliance, no contest.
"Should I be jealous about your other partner, Albion?" Dragon's teasing voice came out of my phone in some techno-bullshit I wasn't qualified to even attempt to pretend I understood. I scoffed while I took the long way to the Rig.
Obviously, nobody trusted the cannibal with a known body count to go out unsupervised, so Dragon decided to attach herself to my phone to keep an eye on me. Considering Amy made it quite clear I couldn't eat metal, she was the person with the least to lose considering my habits.
"Just because I offered to meet her dad doesn't mean I'm replacing you, Ddraig." Of course, Taylor eventually realized she was currently skipping school with a boy, and panicked about how Emma could possibly spin that into something really bad. I obviously told her I'd go and meet her dad if it made her more comfortable.
Watching Taylor panic with a blazing blush on her face was a balm to my soul.
"After all, bugs are cool and all, but they have nothing on a digital dragon." I smiled, sure Dragon could see it through a camera or something, but the laugh that came from her was all I was aiming for. I shook my head.
"-"
I couldn't speak, and my eyes instinctively flared open as a monochrome tint filled the world-
[Continue forward]
[Take a short cut]
… God am I glad I saved before I left that cafe with Taylor. Fuck it, here we go.
The world returned to color thankfully, and I turned a corner-
"Oh." The three of us (minus Dragon, who immediately 'dinged' and checked out) said as we found ourselves on a familiar street.
"... So, how're things?" I asked the two sisters mildly, and found myself examining their unmasked personas closely. Victoria looked exactly as advertised, a hot superpowered blonde cheerleader, though the conniving look in her eye was ignored in favor of looking over Amy. She wore baggy clothing like Taylor, but that just let me focus on her freckled face, her brown hair, and her brown eyes.
Her color scheme may not be that eye-catching, but she is adorable in a girl-next-door kind of way. And I'm staring, aren't I?
"Good, good!" Victoria said, nodding with a smirk on her face. "So, you guys going on that date now?"
"Uh-" We said at the same time, before we both cut ourselves off and looked incredulously at the other.
What kind of rom-com bullshit did I just hear with my own two ears?
Amy was expecting a lot of things that morning, after having to examine the guy she healed for Vicky after she had another of her… 'accidents'. She expected the sick feeling in her stomach to come back when she remembered, which it did. She expected to feel a sense of relief with her 'mother's' attitude towards her, which she did. She expected to take the time to talk to Vicky about restraint and responsibility, even using the location of the incident. She, ironically, didn't expect to actually go through with it, but she was too sick of herself in one way to be attracted to her sister today.
What came completely out of left field was for the person she'd failed to suddenly bump into the two of them right as she was psyching herself up for the stern talking to Vicky was about to receive. His eyes had flared open, taking in both her sister and herself quickly while Amy tried not to be crushed under the cautious look in his eyes. Like he was expecting something to pop out and attack- like the last time he walked on this street.
She also didn't expect her sister would bring up that date he asked for- most likely trying to inject control into the situation after going through a trigger event- and causing a romance novel worthy cliche between them. She loved her sister, but was she blind? He obviously didn't want to go on a date with Amy Dallon, who he was probably scared of to the point he was keeping the circumstances of his trigger event a secret-
"Sure? I mean, I don't really have anything planned, but I'd rather that than struggle with coming up with a good PHO handle." He shrugged almost casually, but the nervous flickering of his eyes towards her made it clear he felt like he was being forced into this.
Vicky clapped her hands, the same adorable yet hurtful excitement whenever she set her up for a date plain as day on her face. "Great! You kids-"
"I'm ninety percent sure I'm older than you." He interrupted plainly.
"-Can have your date while I go off and prepare a session of embarrassing questions for my little sister." The protective tilt in the blonde's voice brought a blush to her face while the tanned victim rolled his eyes.
"Vi, I respect the protectiveness you have for your sister, but there is not a single threat you could come up with that could phase me. So let's fast forward the shovel talk so no one's time gets wasted, 'kay?" Vicky blinked at him, then a threatening smile grew on her face and suddenly Amy had been turned around and had her adoptive sister enticingly close to her face.
"Ooh, he's a tough one. Make your big sis proud and get that ass." What?
Before Amy could shove the memory of her sister 'whispering' the word ass into her ear in the most treasured place in her memory, she was shoved back towards the parahuman whose trigger event she aided in. He didn't even hesitate to catch her by her shoulders, but she was much more busy looking at her sister as she got up and flew away.
"Have a good time! I'll be back with some threats for you!"
Amy stared dully at the rapidly shrinking back of her sister, and idly wondered why she had a crush on her. Her gaze lowered for a second, and she was swiftly reminded.
"So…" Dragging her wandering eyes up from the now-vanished as- sister she loved, she looked into the equally dull eyes of her date. "Do you want to go to the arcade or something?"
… At least it wasn't a hospital.
Amy was then dragged around by her victim/date, whose name she learned was Kris Ashton, to various places along the Boardwalk. The arcade was dark and loud, completely opposite to the hospital she was quicker to call home than the place she lived in. Thankfully they both avoided the place once the novelty of air hockey (She was surprised at how good he was, and how invested she got while trying to avoid bringing up what they were both thinking of) did nothing to overshadow the stink of cheaply made pizza and other greasy foods.
After their eyes got readjusted to the lowered sun's rays, they continued by going to a bookstore where they tried talking about books they liked. Tried, because Kris couldn't quite remember or find the books he loved. But, somehow, he knew and cared enough about them to orchestrate an entire talk about the events of the series he spoke of.
It was confusing with how he sometimes talked in circles about what he particularly liked, but it was the most interesting thing she's heard that didn't involve hero work in months. She, in turn, gave him some books she recommended. She was in no way as attached to them as the Brute/Changer was, but she still had his attention.
… She couldn't remember the last time someone paid attention to her without a favor in mind, and the person who most likely hated her and her sister for what they did was the first. God, she was a mess.
The guilt built up with every smile, every joke, every comment. Because he was only doing it because of fear, she thought. No matter how enjoyable it was, she still ruined his life.
No matter how much evidence there was to the contrary, he still hates her-
"Amy." A firm voice yanked her out of her spiraling thoughts. She blinked, and noticed the sun had dipped farther down the sky than she last remembered. They were walking through one of the not terrible parks in the city. "You okay? You've been spacing out for a while." Concern she didn't deserve seeped out of his voice, and she had to look away from those calm eyes of his. She couldn't trust his emotions. Anyone who could walk off having their arm burned to the bone was a monster of self-control. But because his skin is one of the hardest organic materials she's ever touched, he needed a much higher sense of touch to feel anything through the tanned steel that covered his body.
Which meant he, with a heightened sense of pain, walked off having his arm burned off by Lung. Nothing he did could be trusted if he could hide that much pain and any other reaction to physical pain.
Her eyes ended up wandering to the empty styrofoam cup in his hands, and the guilt twisted deeper. He can't eat anything other than other people. Anything else would taste unbelievably awful. Not to mention that it would literally poison him.
She took away his chance at living a normal life, and the life he had to live was going to make him a mass murderer. She condemned a stranger to the path of a Slaughterhouse member, because she was too focused on protecting the person she put her disgusting feelings into that she forsook her duties as a hero.
She was a failure, and her date was just a reminder.
"... Do you miss eating?" The second those words left her lips, she wanted to brain herself on the nearest surface. "I-I mean, I'm sor-"
"Of course." Her apologies were cut through with a voice tinged with a severity she'd never heard from Kris, even when he was bleeding out in front of her. "I may not look it, but I love desserts. I kind of wanted to travel the world and try all the desserts of the world, I had that much of a sweet tooth."
Every sorrow-tinged word, humorless chuckle, and empty smile was agony.
"But… you think you're responsible for my trigger, don't you?" She flinched at the dry tone, and before she knew it his arms were on her shoulders and his eyes gained a sharpness as they bore into her own. "Amy Dallon, quit your bullshit. I don't blame you, no one blames you, and if you think another self-deprecating thought for the rest of this date I will slap you upside your head."
"W-what-" She was cut off when he grabbed her hand, and her eyes widened for a second.
"You and your sister have nothing to do with my trigger." … It was the truth. But it couldn't… No, his biology is altered, she must have it-
A hand knocked her head forward, and she turned incredulously to the man looking dead into her as if her soul was being bared to him.
"I know I'm human enough that you know I'm telling you the truth, Amy. And you are neither omniscient nor all powerful, so there isn't something you could've done to stop this. So stop feeling guilty for something that isn't your fault."
"Of course it's my fault! I'm the healer, the cure-all, and you were my patient! How could the mutilation of your biology not be my fault! Your trigger probably shifted your biology because I was using your fat cells to heal you!" It was her fault. It had to be her fault, there was no other reason.
How else could a stranger, not even two days after meeting her, become a… a Case 53?!
"Amy Dallon, you listen to me and you listen damn good! It isn't your fault, and I'm happy I'm like this!" Any retort Amy could have come up with halted at that moment. He liked being a parahuman?
The incredulous look on her face was obvious, so he continued. "I was weak before, I couldn't do anything as everything was taken from me. But… now, I have a chance to change that. A chance to hold onto everything I love and never lose it. To make sure people don't lose what they love either. I get to be a hero, and my humanity…" He paused, and his dull eyes lost their focus, as if he were reliving a memory. "I'd rather not have paid that price for this power, but I have. There's no point regretting what's already come to pass. So, my sweet tooth is more than a perfect price for the chance to be… like you. A hero."
His eyes were resolute as they looked at her, smoldering with a passion she didn't realize he'd hidden. He'd suffered for her favoritism of her sister- indirectly she added as his eyes narrowed threateningly. And he still wanted to be a hero. He still wanted to be here on a date with her.
He was like her greatest dream and her worst nightmare. A mistake she made that didn't want to abandon her.
So, for once, she'd focus on something other than herself. Be the hero, instead of working as one.
She pulled herself out of his grasp and walked stalwartly to a nearby dessert stand with an owner that had been staring at them during their suddenly embarrassing discussion.
She made to take out her cash, but was instead handed an ice-cream cone with a sly wink that made her crush her embarrassment beneath her heel.
She turned and subtly, very carefully turned some of the germs and other miniature lifeforms on and in the treat into the weirdly hypnotic cells that were the only thing her date could safely consume.
When she was finished, she was in front of him and feeling his curious gaze. She shoved the ice-cream towards him.
"... You know I can't eat that."
"And you know I can do much more than heal, so eat the fucking ice cream."
He rolled his eyes, but took the ice cream cone and took a single tentative lick.
… His face stopped. He stared down at the soft-served dessert like it was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted, tears brimming in his eyes. Then he blinked them away, and turned his gaze to her.
The kind of scary, kind of hot look in his eyes was the only warning Amy got before she was wrapped up in the biggest hug she'd ever received. He whispered his thanks in her ear fervently, and Amy felt herself blush at the sheer joy he was sending her.
"D-don't mention it… What kind of hero just sits back and lets someone suffer when they can help?" She said with as much forced stoicism she could while failing to hide her reddening face. He pulled back, the look in his eyes growing stronger, before he placed his lips on hers.
Her first kiss tasted of vanilla and coffee.
That singular thought raced through her head as she looked at him, before he pursed his lips.
"Speaking of helping people… did you know about Victoria's Master power?"
"... what?"
[Achievement Unlocked! First Date: +20 Lust]
[Achievement Unlocked! First Kiss: +30 Lust]
I ignored the lingering notifications of my powers, and focused on the silent healer I was sitting next to on the park bench. I had just finished explaining to her about Victoria's ability, and her brain was most likely whirling with denials and realizations.
… My theory for if Victoria's power was the cause of Amy's affections was simple. She was the only one who truly cared about her, so the affection she felt towards the blonde couldn't go any higher. But when she triggered, her aura started pumping out feel-good emotions… It was like pouring water into an already overfilled cup. The excess started spilling out to other types of affection, because the human brain can only handle so many emotions at once, at least without my Sin Status.
She reached the cap for platonic love, so Victoria's aura spilled out and added romantic, sexual, and all sorts of other affections to the list. That's why her aura seemingly doesn't affect her anymore- it does, but in unprecedented ways.
I told her all of this, ignoring the part of me that screamed I was just doing this so I wouldn't have to fight for Amy's affections. I'd rather not manipulate her into love, thank you very much.
Though my morality could wait, as Amy had been staring off into space even harder than earlier, and we've been sitting on this bench for so long that night has started to fall.
"You're a Thinker." It wasn't a question, and I nodded when she turned to me. "My sister Mastered me."
"Accidentally, yes. It's not like she can really turn it off, more turnin up and down the dials." I corrected, not wanting to have Amy's sole positive relationship crumble to dust because of something neither of them could control.
"You knew I liked my sister, and still asked me on a date." Her tone didn't shift at all, and that scared me. Brutal honesty, don't fail me now.
"... I don't know how to answer that, but yes." I nodded.
"... Can you prove you aren't just doing this to mess with me?" The fact she isn't even considering I'm saying this to manipulate her into liking me is both concerning and appreciated. But, can I prove-
[+10 Wrath]
Oh I am not doing that again.
I tapped the phone in my pocket three times, signalling Dragon to cancel out any monitoring of my conversation for the next five minutes.
"... I have some abilities that I haven't let the PRT in on. Walls have ears, with eyes lining the brain and all that." Amy blinked at me as I held out my hand to her. "One of them I've gained… it allows me to put your mind in a pre-mastered state. If it works, you're brain will work like it hadn't been controlled. If not…" Then your feelings are all on you, I did not say. But she understood and nodded.
I tapped a finger to her forehead. "Open your mind." I said out loud for some fucking reason, and Amy blinked. Then blinked again.
[Amy Affection: +50/100 for the date, and clearing her mind.]
"Ah." She said calmly, before nodding to herself. And doing nothing else when I removed my finger.
"You okay?" I said, her calmness being… more genuine than her zoning out was before. It was very concerning, and I've known her like… technically three days?
"... My mind isn't as fuzzy. Apparently, I just think she's a bit hot and her power took it and fucking ran with that." She stated, her shoulders loosening out of their naturally stiff posture as she slumped forward and landed her head onto my chest.
I looked down, and used my Corruptive Awareness to check on her Lust.
{Amy Dallon's Lust}
Orientation: Bisexual
Arousal: Middling
Libido: High
Fetishes: Threesomes, Group sex
{Paths: What was Amy Dallon's Lust screen prior to my usage of Free the Self?}
{Amy Dallon's Lust}
Orientation: Vicky
Arousal: Relative to Vicky's proximity
Libido: Maximum
Fetishes: -
Her fetish list was just a very intense description of Victoria's tits, ass, thighs, and other less plainly erotic features.
Glad that worked, or else I would've had no fucking chance. And I'm also halfway there with Amy! Hooray!
"Ah, so it was less 'incest is hot' and more 'incestuous threesomes are hot', huh?" I joked, and she scoffed into my shirt- Fuck Parian's going to have my ass!
"Shut up and hug me." Welp, if my soul is being traded away to the soft and fluffy demon, may as well hug my… girlfriend? Whatever, either way I'm holding her until I'm forced to face that demon again.
As I held the healer close to me, as the few stars visible in the corner of nature in the middle of the shittiest city on the planet shined, only one thought could ruin the moment.
"Victoria's gonna kill me, isn't she." I stated dryly, and Amy snorted.
"The second I break off, she'll be gunning for you like a demon." That answer did not calm me down.
… Why do I surround myself with scary women? Why do I do this to myself?
… Welp, may as well plan out how I'll become the Big Damn Hero of this place while awaiting my demise.
"Hey, what's that pressing into me?" I heard a distant thumping, like a barbie being thrown against various trees, and I groaned down at the amused Dallon sealing my fate.
"You had a safety radio."
"She snuck it into my hood."
"... I'm going to run, and then I'll get you back on our second date."
"You do that, sweetheart." And with that, I got up and ran for my fucking life from the now annoyed Victoria screaming about 'jokes' and 'not putting out on the first date'. I, obviously, ran faster when Amy began laughing.
Not how I expected my first date to end, but at least I didn't die today. So, silver lining.
Hopefully this doesn't show up on my record when I meet my bosses tomorrow.
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