“At least there’s always the kitchen in Hawthorne,” she reminded herself, making a note to check what ingredients were currently stocked up. With the way that supplies kept mysteriously appearing in her kitchen, she was often surprised at what she found there. “Who gives caviar to high school students?”
Nouveau Riche member of the Alumnis wanting to look
really rich with a total absence of class?
“I can’t believe it,” Aegis said with a shake of his head. “That MCO guy who gave that lecture today, is Absinthe’s dad…” From the tone of his voice, he sounded a bit concerned about that.
Darqueheart scowled. “I do not like the idea of the MCO being here on campus…”
“He’s all right,” Amy quickly assured her, then looked around at the rest of her friends. “I ran into her dad last summer and he kind of helped me out. He seemed really professional.”
Well, he is indeed a nice one. The rest of the MEO, though...
“I’m not sure I’d take your word for someone being all right,” Sapphire teased Melissa. “After all, you run a supervillain fan club…”
Well, that's not wrong...
Melissa just shrugged at that, looking rather smug. “Yeah, but Imp is awesome…”
It's also not wrong.
Amy quickly glanced over to see Monkeywrench walking towards their table with a tray of food in hand. As usual, he was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt, perhaps to distract from the fact that he resembled a monkey. Then again, he was wearing a bandolier full of bananas, which had the opposite effect.
Damn, he's still infected! Take him to the acid vats with this thing. It's the only humane way to put an end to his suffering and fight the Hawaiian shirt infection before it spreads any further.
“I got kidnapped by another supervillain,” Melissa exclaimed with a grin., sounding as though she was bragging about the fact. Everyone turned to stare at her while she cheerfully continued, “But I don’t think she’s very good at keeping prisoners, because I got away really easily.”
You might to lower the bragging, young lady. You're pretty much begging for an actually competent person kidnapping you with this sort of thinking.
Amy and Alyss shared a look at that and smirked. Aegis knew that Alyss had a connection to Lady Havoc, but like most of the school, he definitely had the wrong idea of what that connection was. Amy, however, knew the truth, that Lady Havoc was actually Alyss’ daughter, not that anyone else would believe that. Not when Alyss looked like a little girl. Most people believed that Alyss was Lady Havoc’s daughter instead. It was a far more believable story, after all.
I dunno, I feel this part goes into some little... redundancy here. Not sure of where exactly, but I feel like parts of it have been rehashed for a while.
Not wanting to be outdone, Amy said, “Well, I wasn’t kidnapped…but I did have a mutant street gang come after me…”
“You’re kidding,” Aegis responded with a look of surprise.
“Oh,” Amy added almost as an afterthought. “I also had a psychotic supervillain try killing me…”
Aka, Stock Whateley Experience #4. Next!
There was a long pause at that before Aegis asked, “Am I the only one who had a normal weekend?”
Stay away, you weirdo. I mean, a normal week-end? The horror.
“I babysat my sisters,” Sapphire offered, though she didn’t look happy about it.
Don't count, we saw these little hellions.And know they deserve a few slaps at the very least.
“You could have been stuck at school while everyone else was gone,” Darqueheart said with a note of bitterness in her voice.
And you would be bringing Stock Whateley Experience #3.
“A bomblet shell,” Amy answered. Monkeywrench quickly dropped it with a worried look. She rolled her eyes. “It’s just the shell, nothing more.”
“Why are you throwing around bomb shells?” Darqueheart asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Hot potato,” Melissa exclaimed with a grin. “Imp told me to never play hot potato with a hand grenade…”
“Wise advice,” Alyss added in a deadpan voice.
Only in Whateley people... That's actually why the DeVille losers are so jealous of them all.
“Sure,” Monkeywrench responded with an easy grin. Then he joked, “But what’s in it for me?”
Amy just smiled at that. “How about a batch of banana muffins…”
Monkeywrench grinned in response. “Throw in some devisor brownies and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
Does it count as stereotyping if it works?
The young woman known as Exquisite sat in her throne, looking down on all the little people who scampered past. If they were lucky, they would receive her attention, or if they were unfortunate, depending on her mood and whim. At least, this was how Exquisite imagined the situation, though the truth was that she was sitting at a normal lunch table in the school cafeteria.
Piss off, Repugnant, the Wicked Bitch Of The Great North had more powers and silicone, and she was still an epic flake. What does that make of you?
Exquisite scowled, annoyed that she was currently positioned with all the school nobodies, when by all rights, she should have her own kingdom up on the top level, along with the current social rulers. Of course, she could have joined any of these established groups and enjoyed their existing territories, but that would mean humbling herself and starting at the bottom, and she had absolutely no intention of doing that for some second-rate clique. No, it made more sense for her to create her own ruling clique, even if that meant being patient and building her power base from scratch.
Also, Whateley has seen better, with actual Olympian gods, no matter how little people believe it. How is your pack of Bullies Of The Week providing even some value here?
With that thought and the reminder to be patient, Exquisite looked around her current table and the allies who were currently sitting with her. These were not necessarily the most powerful or competent of allies, but each of them were assets in their own way and could be groomed for their future positions. Or they could be replaced when they no longer served their purpose. Only time would tell which would be the wheat and which the chaff.
Friendly hint: All of you, you very much included. Also, a bit wordly and redundant for me, although this time I guess it gels well with this self-important flake. A feeling very much reinforced by her description of the Flakes Galery. And now I want a bowl of cereals.
She reached out and took the boy’s hand, then gave him a small jolt with her powers. A small bolt of energy went right into his pain receptors, causing him to jerk just slightly. Then he smiled.
Euh, what?
Kraken was an exemplar with an odd quirk to his BIT. While many exemplars had increased physical senses to one degree or another, his were actually dulled. Specifically, his sense of touch, the ability to feel things like heat, cold, and pain…were dulled to almost nothing. In fact, he was almost entirely incapable of feeling normal pain, though he was certainly susceptible to the pain she dealt. In fact, as it was one of the only things he could feel, he actually craved it…along with the rush of endorphins that came along with that. For all intents and purposes, her power was like a drug to him, one that he was rapidly becoming addicted to, and for which she was the only supplier.
Eww, that one I didn't need to know. Or that such situation could exist. Pretty sure if there is no rule about this sort of shit, there should be.
Exquisite didn’t need to look to know where her associate was staring. There was another group of students, one which was little more than an annoyance, albeit, a persistent one. At first, she’d used some personal grudges against that group in order to recruit her allies, but in doing so, she’d made certain promises and had yet to truly deliver. That other group…Shenanigans as they’d recently begun calling themselves, needed to be dealt with once and for all, not only to salve her own pride, but also to keep the loyalty of her own allies. And then, there was also the fact that they needed to be made an example of before she could move forward with her plans.
Yet another error of your Dummy Bullies' Handbook done: Picking up on people stronger than you.
Exquisite just gave him an imperious look, one which was sufficient to make him back down a little. Once he did, she smiled, though it was more of a smirk, predatory and cruel. “Tonight.”
Good idea, Repugnant, I was just wandering what to watch tonight, your humiliation will do.
Chris Matthews sat in the common room of his cottage, though he tried to ignore everything that was going on around him. He didn’t care about the movie that someone had put on. It had something to do with spaceships, aliens, and laser beams, not that he was paying any attention. Those weird science fiction things never really appealed to him much. Of course, if they changed the channel to ESPN, then that would be a different situation entirely.
Aegis? You clearly need an urgent transplantation of good tastes in movies.
“I know,” Jon responded with a grin of his own. “She sometimes brings stuff over to Poe. I mean, she’s a good cook, but she ain’t got nothing on Uncle Antony…or especially, my grandma.”
And I bet my mother can roll over all of these losers.
Chris quickly glanced around but nobody else seemed to be paying them any attention. Then he let out a sigh and admitted, “A couple of my cousins were giving me a hard time again.” He scowled. “About being adopted and all…”
They're just jealous because they know you were actually desired, while they know deep inside their bones they're drunken mistakes and accidents... What? They hit below the belt, they voided their right to nice comebacks.
"Damn,” Jon said with a shake of his head. “That’s gotta really suck. If you can’t count on your family to have your back, who can you count on?”
Yes it does indeed suck a lot, trust me.
Chris nodded at that, not trusting himself to say anything, at least not at first. Finally, he grudgingly admitted, “I love my mom and dad, but sometimes… Sometimes I wish I knew who my birth parents were. I mean, I don’t even know if I have any brothers or sisters…” He let out a frustrated sigh.
Friendly advice, focus on the now and the parents who chose you. Odds of the 'true ones' giving you up because they had no choice or anything are far too low to try throwing that dice, unless you're a heck of a Probability Warper.
“Guess what,” Tarmac exclaimed, going straight for the TV and turning off the movie that was playing in spite of a couple boys protesting. “I’ve got a copy of that video that just started going around…”
If that's on any campus hottie, I suggest giving him up outside in the cold to the rightful wrath of whoever was spied on. Not worth the hassle.
“That’s Mister Williams,” someone said off to the side. Chris blinked in surprise, realizing that he was right. The costumed man on screen was Mr. Williams, though he looked younger and thinner than he should. “Didn’t you know, he used to be a superhero named T-Rex…”
Retracting previous statement, it's a must-see!
Chris just stared at the TV in silent fascination, though nothing was happening yet. Mr. Williams had grown into a giant and appeared to be stomping through a city while the Imp had climbed up onto a rooftop and then vanished in a puff of smoke. So far, they hadn’t run into each other, and as it was, Chris didn’t know which one to cheer for. The hero…or the teacher who’d already taught him so much. He didn’t like that uncertainty, or the sense of guilt that formed from the very thought of siding with a villain.
Note how heroically Barney crashes through everything, slaugthering these dastardly virtual civilians committing the hideous crime of going through their lifes.
Then the fight really became serious. The giant hero kept trying to hit the nimble villainess, who dodged away from each blow. He kept smashing the roof and side of the buildings, sending debris everywhere, even intentionally flinging it at the Imp.
DIE, you nefarious law-abidding tax-payers, guilty of existing in a virtual reality!
“Oh shit,” Chris gasped as he watched several people get crushed. Intellectually, he knew that these weren’t real people…only simulations. However, they were still dying and Mr. Williams didn’t seem to notice or care. The only thing he was interested in was smashing the Imp.
All of them guilty of being people. Slaughtering them was totally the heroic thing to do.
“Did you see what she did?” one boy exclaimed, horrified and angry.
“It was AWESOME,” another responded.
However, the first boy snarled, “She’s a villain… This proves that she’s too dangerous to be here…”
As opposed to the ex-hero who killed all these nefarious nasty simulated innocent civilians?
But as surprising as the Imp’s performance had been, it was Mr. Williams’ that really had Chris thinking. Mr. Williams, the history teacher and superhero, had charged in to get the villain…but had ended up crushing a lot of innocent people in the process. Sure, they were only simulated people, not real, but still… If he’d been willing to do that without a second thought, then would he treat real civilians the same way?
Only the ones guilty of illegally breathing all that air they didn't pay taxes for... Everyone, actually.
The first time that Chris had met the Imp, she’d mocked and humiliated him, but afterwards, she’d asked him a question. She’d asked him what kind of hero he wanted to be. At the time, Chris hasn’t been sure of how to answer that, and in fact, he still wasn’t. However, he was definitely learning the kind of hero that he did NOT want to become.
B-but, who'll take up the banner of paragons like Goldbug, Barney, Lampie, Ritter (Paladin post-H1 rebranding) from the Empire City Guard, or the All-Stars Losers, Iron Mike? Who will we be able to rely on to drag the image of superheroes in the mud once all these walking inspirations pass away?
There was his banana gun, 2.0, which would be capable of going fully auto. He laughed as he imagined people’s reactions to being hit with a barrage of bananas. Melissa would probably laugh her butt off once she saw it. Then there were his new and improved stink bombs, which he hoped would be good enough to beat Trixie. This time, he was determined to win their duel. And then, there was the latest batch of banana peel grenades.
How many DK games had you to go through to collect enough bananas to supply that thing with ammo?
“I was wondering if I could borrow your soldering kit,” Balderdash said in a quiet voice, looking at the floor rather than Monkeywrench. “I think…I think Belphagor might have taken mine…”
Standard procedures ask you refer to competent people to squash him, like Phase, Jadis... Also, invest in sunglasses to reduce the odds of him trying anything.
“I guess I should get going,” Monkeywrench reluctantly told himself. After all, he had school in the morning, and it was already going to be bad enough as a Monday, that he didn’t need to add a lack of sleep in as well. “Well, that is what devisor coffee is for…and brownies.”
I want samples for both of these things.
Finally, he removed his lab coat, which was colored like a loud Hawaiian shirt with images of bananas all over it. Beneath the lab coat, he was wearing a real Hawaiian shirt, one which was even brighter and louder.
Decontamination crew, Hawaiian shirts infection detected, bring the nanites disasemblers! Monkey? Sorry, but as of now we have to consider if your infection is terminal. We might... need to put a definite end to your suffering if that's so. Fight it, please: It's all the shirt corrupting your brain!
Monkeywrench took one more look over his work bench to make sure that nothing important had been left out, then he left the labs. He began walking through the maze of tunnels beneath the campus, looking forward to reaching Twain and his bed. He let out a loud yawn, absently wondering what kind of a devisor he was if he couldn’t even stay up the entire night and survive off caffeine alone.
“One with a life,” he reminded himself with a grin and a swish of his furry tail.
I was about to go with 'a fake one', but that answer works too.
“Hey, you got your new disintegrator with you?” Monkeywrench loudly asked an imaginary companion. Then in a deeper voice which was meant to sound like someone else, he responded to his own question. “Of course. I never go anywhere without this baby.”
If your GM's look is anything to go by, 3 on a Deception roll is nowhere near enough, bonuses or not.
“Who’s there?” Monkeywrench demanded. “I’ve got a banana and I’m not afraid to use it…”
... Okay, I can't do that, it's just too easy. And crass, too.
Once Monkeywrench was gone, the fog cleared away to reveal four people. “Good work,” Exquisite said with a cruel smile, putting her hand on Kraken’s arm and giving him a small jolt of her power as a reward.
“Now, he should think twice about his friendships,” Iron said with a scowl.
“Yeah,” Drama agreed with a smirk. “If this doesn’t convince him it’s a bad idea to join those guys, I don’t know what will.”
Wow, you're even shallower than I thought.
Exquisite nodded agreement. “Indeed. Divide and conquer.”
Oh nope, Repugnant, you're
not allowed to drag glorious M2TW and R2TW mods in your pit by using this sort of sentences!
Geist was always following her, trying to catch her doing something wrong. As if Melissa would be sloppy enough to let someone like Geist catch her. At first, it had been kind of annoying, but now, it had become REALLY annoying.
See? That's why you're supposed to have a 'Law Talk' with the Squirrels at least regulary enough to have at least the Seniors of the club reigning in the other losers.
“Where’s Monkey?” she asked in disappointment. Of course, Aegis was missing too, but Melissa wasn’t as worried about him. “I guess he’s not here yet…”
“I haven’t seen him today,” Alyss said, a reminder that Monkeywrench had never shown up at breakfast.
“He wasn’t in our devisor class,” Amy said with a thoughtful scowl.
Come on, don't tell me these flakes were enough for you! You already deal with H1 loonies of the enslaving brand, you can totally do it here too!
“We were just talking about what horrific thing Monkeywrench is making now,” Darqueheart said with a look of disapproval, though Melissa thought the girl was holding back a grin, or maybe even a chuckle. She always acted tough, but Melissa knew that she was really a nice person. Just…kind of sad and hurt at times, though she really tried to hide it. In fact, she was a little like the Imp that way.
Yes, totally that! He is actually working up for Round 2! Whew, I was worried.
“So, I was thinking,” Amy announced, getting everyone to look at her.
Must have bee–
“That must have hurt,” Darqueheart said. But instead of being mean about it, it seemed to be more of a friendly joke.
Come on, I started first, I had priority!
“Let those bastards try,” Sapphire hissed, flashing her fangs. “I’d love to bite Exquisite again…maybe with enough venom to take her out for a month or two…”
Euh, not to contest your gender preferences, but you can certainly do way better than Repugnant.
Melissa grinned at that. “That sounds kind of kinky…” Several pairs of eyes turned to stare at Melissa in surprise. She just flashed another grin. “What? I turn invisible. You’d be surprised how much I overhear… Like, did you know that Porcelain sleeps naked on top of her bed.” Her eyes went to Darqueheart since they were both in Whitman with Porcelain. “Drama Queen…Bethany was complaining about it the other day.”
See? The straight line... Okay, not-so-straight line.
“I can think of a use or two,” Aegis said, only to earn a glare from several of the other girls. Melissa giggled at that.
Sanji certainly did too.
“That sounds reasonable,” Alyss said with a nod.
Sign of the Apocalypse, people. Gotta recognize them all.
Nearly everyone nodded at that, except for Amy and Sapphire. Amy admitted, “I’ve heard about it, but haven’t seen it yet.”
Do it quickly, remaining tickets are seeing a price inflation like you wouldn't believe.
“Well, I heard it was only in the SIMs,” Amy said thoughtfully. “Which means that it was all virtual and he wasn’t actually hurt for real.”
Way to be a party pooper, Amy.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Silverwing blurted out in horror as he tried getting off Melissa. “I lost control…”
Yup. It was totally an accident from your part entirely your own fault. Nobody sabotaged you at all.
However, there was another voice, one that whispered into her ear. “These kinds of accidents tend to happen when you hang around with the wrong people.” And with that, Drama…Drama Queen…Bethany from Whitman stood up and said, “Think about that,” before she hurried away.
Let's call it a 1 on the Subtlety check. And another one for the Intimidation roll. Eh, it fits.
Gravmax stood back and watched with a smirk as that annoying brat Mischief was carried away to Doyle for medical treatment. From what he could see, and from the awkward angle of one of her legs, it looked like she’d broken multiple bones. Silverwing was much more resilient and appeared to have suffered nothing worse than a few bruises from his crash. A pity.
That was one escalation you very, very much cannot afford, wankers. She has family. And idols.
“Either way,” Gravmax reminded them, “we took that brat down, but nobody can blame us. Everyone saw Silverwing lose control and crash into her…” Then in a mocking tone, he continued, “Such a horrible accident, and all because that freak couldn’t control his powers very well…”
Scream it louder, my recorder doesn't hear that well anymore...
Just then, Gravmax noticed another student was walking nearby, possibly even close enough to overhear them. “Stupid Underdogs,” he snarled, recognizing the boy as Doorstop…a naturally born victim.
Gravmax smirked and gestured towards the other boy, unleashing his power at the same time. A moment later, Doorstop was suddenly hit with a massive increase in gravity which caused him to smash into the ground, face first. Gravmax laughed at that then continued to hold the other boy there for several more seconds before he finally turned and walked away. So far, this had been a very good day, and it was only bound to get better.
Way to create witnesses, Cretinmax... Also, where the
fuck are Security, Peacekeepers, or the Beta Cop Bullies? There must be at least
one story where they are remotely competent at their job, right? Even with Whateley's Darwinian approach for the students, there should be some
fucking standards. Especially if one whole team 'just happens' to have accidents for all of its members within 24 hours.
Amy scowled, thinking about how Melissa had been injured in an accident at the same time that Monkeywrench was missing. Sure, she had absolutely no reason to believe that something bad had happened to her furry teammate, but it still seemed like suspiciously bad timing. And after being at Whateley for a couple months now, Amy was learning to be skeptical of coincidences.
And especially when even the newbies can connect the dots.
Amy watched Iron carefully, relieved to see that he wasn’t making any hostile moves towards her. In fact, all he was doing was standing there, watching her with a faint smirk. But WHY was he smirking?
Because Rust can't roll Stealth or Deception for shit, and is giving away an ambush.
“He distracts me,” Amy muttered to herself in understanding. “And she hits me from behind. Again.” Then she glared at Exquisite, putting a hand on her needle gun again, though she didn’t draw it. “That’s not gonna work this time…”
See?
“Ironic,” Alyss mused with a shake of her head. “My entire life has turned into one ironic joke.”
Best way to cope is share the pain. Loads of it. I recommend Repugnant and her crew.
However, Alyss refused to think of her new life as a curse. Instead, she preferred to think of it as a second chance…and as an opportunity.
Now, she could see her granddaughters grow up. She had a chance to help Rachael, as well as other people who suffered from Diedricks. And of course, she was able to make new friends and experience now things, opening herself to a life that she never would have been able to imagine before all of this.
Maya said it all: Let's think positive. You can even crush a Cthulhuesque wanker like Nyarlathotep with that line of thinking. Just play the older Persona games to see it by yourself.
It took Alyss several seconds to realize that she was frozen…literally. She was almost entirely encased in a massive block of ice, one that kept her from moving at all. And since she’d been caught while off balance, she didn’t even have any leverage to help her struggle against it. However, that didn’t stop her from trying.
Yup.
Real subtle. I take it she wants it that way to have the credit, but I see major faultines in Repugnant's ersatz of thinking.
Alyss snorted at that. “What happened is that someone just earned a boot up their ass…” She paused to glance around, realizing how many students were now present, many of them girls. “Sorry. Pardon my French.”
Bzzt, wrong! Proper French is 'Quelqu'un vient juste de ganer un coup de pied au cul...'. Okay, literal translation would go with 'une botte dans leur cul', but you know, needs of the adpatation.
“Well, you don’t look fine,” Maxine pointed out.
And she would know, she's a super-villain, and saw actual superfights.
Melissa shifted position in her hospital bed, wincing from the pain as she did so. “Did you know that the doctor used MAGIC to fix me?” She grinned again. “How cool is that?”
Euuuuh...
“I’d say that you need a bit more fixing,” Sapphire said from the doorway.
That.
“The doc said she can’t heal everything all at once,” Melissa explained, glaring down at her own casts. “She said it works better if it heals over a couple days, but I should be all better by tomorrow.”
And brains got the last place in the order?
“That’s the problem,” Amy responded. “We don’t know.” She shook her head at that, then explained, “I talked to Balderdash, who said that Monkeywrench left his lab last night, well before she did. I talked to his roommate, Blackbox, and he said that Monkeywrench never came back to their room.”
Yup, these wankers are the soul of subtlety. Does Security need to eat their last truck of donuts before moving up their fat asses?
“Yeah,” Alyss agreed with fierce expression. “I think we need to talk to Exquisite and her people and ask them a few questions.”
Everyone nodded agreement at that. “Then what do we do?” Aegis asked, making a show of cracking his knuckles. “Go up and demand they give us some answers?”
Pretty sure she wasn't being that literal here, kid.
“And it would get us in trouble with security,” Sapphire added.
Please, these donut stuffers at Security and their cop bullies assistants understudies amongst the stud– Oh right, highschool story, they become magically sharp and competent to protect people like Repugnant... You know, WA would
really benefit from spin-offs from the Betas and the likes' viewpoint, so they are allowed actually
show some level of competence.
Aegis grimaced at that. “Well, unless anyone has a better idea…”
“Actually,” Amy in a calm voice, though her eyes burned with anger. “I do have a better idea.”
Actual smart way to taunt the Ironic Overpower, Aegis.
“YOU are going to stay here and rest,” Amy insisted. “Do what the doctor says and get better. The rest of us will go find Monkey.”
Now that's a plan.
After that, Melissa watched as her friends turned and left, leaving her all alone in the hospital room. Or at least, she assumed she was all alone at first, but then, she realized that she could almost feel someone else in the room. There was a faint blur in the air near the doorway, for just a second. One that she’d seen before.
“IMP!” Melissa cried out excitedly.
Yup, the escalation was really an enormous mistake.
Then the Imp said, “I just came in at the end of the conversation, but am I to understand that this was no accident?”
Nah, seriously, you think so?
“I need to do this myself,” Melissa blurted out. Her mind swirled as she tried to figure out exactly what she wanted and how to phrase it. Fortunately, the Imp was willing to wait for her to gather her thoughts. “I’m tired of being kidnapped, and hurt, and watching my friends get hurt… I need to learn how to do this kind of stuff myself…so I can protect myself and my friends.”
I salute the intention, but... Not without a
good plan. Dumbasses or not, they all hve biggie powers and viciousness.
(Eh, now that would be another concept to explore: a bully relying on smarts and not big powers.)
“You have to get back at them,” the Imp announced, using the tone she usually did when she was making some kind of reference to a TV show or movie that Melissa had never seen. “It’s a moral imperative.” Melissa didn’t recognize the reference, but she still grinned in response.
What she said.
“Well, for the moment,” the Imp responded with a grin of her own. “And we will be talking more about professional ethics later on…” Melissa frowned at that. Then the Imp continued in a serious tone, “If you or your team are caught, I will disavow any knowledge of your actions.” Before Melissa could ask what that meant, she explained. “What I mean is that if you get caught breaking school rules, I won’t be able to help you with Carson or security. So make sure that you’re careful…”
Yes, in highschool fic, Security is never an obstacle for the even slightly dangerous
bullies, only the protagonists.
With that, the Imp turned and started for the door, sort of vanishing as she did until there was only an Imp shaped blur in the air. Then even that seemed to vanish entirely. However, Melissa still heard a faint whisper of, “They grow up so fast…”
You're supposed to save that one for her first boy/girlfriend... Or first heist with objective sold.
Chris’ eyes went to the other figure, a large boy who was six and a half feet tall and heavily muscled, with long dark hair. And though Chris had never talked with Kraken before, he knew who the boy was. Not only had he seen Kraken around, but he’d also heard about him from some of his friends in Shenanigans.
Yup, Rust and Takoyaki are all subtlety.
Instead of charging towards Chris, Iron remained where he was, smirking. “I’ll let my associate handle this…”
Dawww, poor little shitbag can only win a fight when he decisively outnumbers and/or overpowers the unaware opposition... You should try taunting him on that, Aegis, to trigger a 'he's
mine' reflex to sandbag him for good.
“Do you still think you can take both of us?” Iron demanded, looking even more smug, if that was possible. “By yourself?”
“Who said he was by himself?” a new voice called out.
What? That was an Alyss plan, after several blatant attacks. Of course backup was there.
Iron glared at him with an angry expression. “There’s no need to fight,” he told Kraken. “Not now.”
What? You're all outnumbered, Rust. Seems like your definition of a fair fight. Just because you're not the one outnumbering here, I swear...
However, Kraken just shook his head and argued. “Exquisite said to take this punk down, so that’s what I’m gonna do…”
Another one for the recorder, please?
Kraken charged forward, this time swinging his fist at Chris. At one time, not that long ago, Chris would have just stood his ground and taken the hit, just to prove how tough he was. Now, he knew better and leapt to the side, avoiding the hit entirely. This new fighting style was a LOT less painful than the old.
Benefits of fighting smart.
The large boy paused and stared down at Alyss in surprise, as though unable to understand why a little girl would even think of getting in his way. Then he shrugged it off and tried to punch her. However, Alyss grabbed his arm and pulled down, rolling Kraken over her tiny shoulder and slamming him into the floor. Chris recognized the move as one that Sensei Ito had shown them in BMA.
You know that shit will stop working after Combat Finals show how high your Examplar rating is, right?
Then he snarled and held out his hands again. Chris braced for another wave, but instead of water, a wave of ice spread out. Ice spread along the floor, wall and ceiling, and when it reached Chris, he scrambled back as fast as he could in order to avoid it.
“YOU!” Alyss exclaimed, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Kraken.
You guys are really shit at hiding evidences of your guilt, uh?
“We’ll finish this later,” Kraken stated as he held out his hands.
You know what you're right. It wasn't a fair fight, they didn't get to place sneak attacks before showing up like you did.
“Yes,” Darqueheart said, glaring down at a wide-eyed and trembling Iron. She snarled, revealing her fangs and looking scary…terrifying even. However, Chris couldn’t help but thinking that she also looked really hot this way. “It’s time to tell us what you did with Monkeywrench…”
Guess training with Imp also teaches more exotic tastes...
The furry boy wrapped his arms around himself, not for warmth since his fur kept him warm enough, even down in the chilly tunnels, but for comfort. He was tired, hungry, and even though he hated to admit it…scared. He’d been lost in these tunnels for what seemed like forever, and until he’d stumbled across this room with its faint glowing walls, it had been countless hours since the last time he’d seen any light.
Okay, now kidnapping/disappearing a student? Even the donuts stuffers of Security should be able to lay down the law here.
“Drama Queen,” he muttered. There was no doubt that Drama was the one who’d made him freak out like that, so it was her fault that he was in this situation now. “But she wasn’t alone.” Of that, he was also certain.
Euh, you just mentioned her, so we implicitely know it's her fault, no need to stress it again.
Monkeywrench slowly got back to his feet, trying to ignore how hungry he was. He pushed aside thoughts of banana cream pie and chocolate croissants, and instead tried to think of how he could get out of this.
As a French, I have to energically protest the sec– Oh, that's how English go for 'pain au chocolat'. Putting chocolate in literal croissants is supposed to be heresy, that's why I reacted that way.
There was no way he was going to actually touch that stuff. Fortunately, he realized that he didn’t have to. With a plan forming, he quickly took off his shirt, then tied it unto a bundle. Holding one end of this bundle, he used the other end to brush up against the wall, coating half his shirt with the glowing slime.
And now you're contaminating that innocent toxic slime. At least it can potentially purify that shirt...
Now that he had a light source, albeit a very weak one, Monkeywrench decided that it was time to finally leave the relative safety of this room. He slowly crept into the dark tunnels, feeling his heart racing with every step. There was no light besides his slime covered shirt, but he could hear strange sounds in the distance, echoing through the tunnels. His imagination was filled with images of alligators, mutant goldfish, and especially, mutant turtles of the ninja variety.
Whateley. They'll be all there, and even worst things, if only because devisors will have flushed down experiments to create them.
“I wish I had a barrel to throw at them,” he muttered. That thought momentarily triggered his devisor instincts, and he began to wonder if he could create some barrel themed weapons. That could be hilarious. But then, the noise came again, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Damn…”
You'll need more DK games under your belt for proper inspiration.
“Are you kidding?” Aegis asked. “If it wasn’t for your spell, we could have been looking for days…”
Yup, even for Whateley's standards, Repugnant and her lackeys are being extreme here
“Lucky guess,” Amy responded with an amused look.
And a though one. I mean, it's not like your codename or appearance or behavior were giving any clue.
Monkeywrench snorted. “You have no idea…” Then he paused for a moment before adding, “I hope you guys remember how to get back…”
“I knew we forgot something,” Darqueheart responded in a deadpan tone.
And now the goo has touched Monkeywrench's outfit, it's not edible anymore, if it ever was... Well, once he as been properly roasted to purge the Hawaiian Shirt infection, he can make for emergency rations, right? Or that guy with freaky normy weekends, Aegis...
“I’m FREE,” she cried out with a loud laugh.
2/10, it lacked a Dramatic Thunderclap, and a Dramatic Laugh to boot. You go back to the hospital until you can pull out a proper exit.
“I got an early release for good behavior,” Melissa responded with a grin.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” Sapphire replied with a roll of her eyes. “At least, the good behavior part.”
It does count somehow, she pranked so well they were fed up end threw her out.
“What kind of trap?” Melissa asked excitedly. “A big hole with lots of spikes in it? That would be so cool. Or maybe, one of those death traps. Can you imagine tying Bethany to a railroad track, then we can stand back and twirl our mustaches while the train comes…”
F for Originality. You always d your best, even to crush dumbasses like Repugnant and Co.
Then Melissa grinned, wondering what would happen if she told Mrs. Savage about Bethany’s involvement in her accident. Bethany would probably get in real trouble then. However, Melissa wasn’t the type to snitch, and that wasn’t what she’d meant when she told Imp that she’d handle this herself. No, that would require a more personal touch.
You people know that having the 'Law' taking care of your dirty laundry for you can also be seen as a smooth move, especially if you manage to make it work without leving clear links to you, right? Elites do that everyday, and look where they are.
“You can say that again,” Melissa said. She was disappointed when her friend didn’t take the bait and repeat her statement. Imp ALWAYS did.
That's called being spoiled rotten on comedy material.
Melissa went into her cottage, where she was met with Mrs. Savage, who gave her sympathies over the ‘accident’. Once again, Melissa knew that she could have caused Bethany some serious problems by telling Mrs. Savage, but instead, she just smiled and nodded, then continued her way inside.
You already said that, no need to go over it again, if goldfishes were reading this, they'd be modified enough to remember stuff.
“I got bored,” Melissa grumbled. “Do you believe they wanted me to stay in bed and not do ANYTHING?”
Whateley, where the victims are always the ones being punished.
At the start of the school year, Mina and Bethany had been roommates, but it hadn’t worked out well for Mina. Bethany had used her empathic powers to manipulate Mina into acting like her best friend…and servant…until Mrs. Savage caught on to what was going on. Mina was promptly moved to another room and Bethany was punished…and given a roommate who was immune to her power.
Faster reaction time that when these astral parasites invaded the cottage and Diamondback had to do the clean-up...
“Bethany lives up to her name,” Mina exclaimed. “Drama. She’s a total Drama Queen…”
Drama Bitch, please. She has no crown, and not enough silicone and botox to pretend to one of tem.
“Anyway,” Mina continued in an almost conspiratorial tone. “Her powers don’t work on you if your real emotions are stronger that what she’s pushing. So, if you hate her guts or are really pissed at her, then she can’t make you like her…” She looked smug at that, so Melissa figured that Mina must have used that example for a very personal reason.
Figured that one out before, or after making her eat her favorite dress?
‘I THINK ITS TIME TO EXPAND YOUR BAG OF TRICKS. -IMP.’
Eh, she's doing it herself, no matter where the tools come from.
“No,” she quickly responded. “Don’t hang up.” In a serious tone, she explained, “I’m calling about someone we both care about… No, not your brother.” There was a brief pause before the Imp stated, “I’m calling about your niece…”
Random wild crazy shot in the dark, but I think you can expect more toys soon, Melissa. Think Christmas berfore the hour.
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