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-Eagleton, Tennessee, 20010 March-

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This place is kinda like a miniature New York really, without the access to the sea. And thank God for that cause if the Machine Army had access to the sea, well, no amount of quarantine would work really. I'm currently on top of a ten-story building just using a Jailbroke tinker-tech cellphone to browse PHO while humming Bullet by Hollywood Undead.

I've used my limited Shapeshifting to make myself physically 12, and stopped it there, no periods for me! Nuh uh, I had three sisters and know they can range from, I stubbed my toe and it's not going away, to, my stomach is burning. And I want no part of that.

I currently look like a short golden haired Irida from Pokémon: Legends Arceus, even wearing her outfit just with less puffy bracelets. With Slitted eyes, slightly extended canines, and fox ears and a tail. Still short, at 4 foot 6 inches. I thought about making myself taller, but the growing pains are a bitch! I'm happy being the adorable little menace that I am. That being said the Empire 88 have NOT stopped trying to recruit me, with my fair skin, blue-green eyes, and golden hair, I am text book for their, everything I want nothing to do with. I even ended up kicking Hookwolf in the dick last time I was near Brockton Bay. He wasn't targeting me, or even aware I was there until I did anything, it was more of a 'In case you forgot my stance on neo-Nazi's' sort of thing.

I've actually become rather infamous over the last five years. Firstly, my breakout from the PRT HQ in Boston was very public, what with the alarms and me literally tearing the building a new colon. Then there's the fact that I've actually shown up for an Endbringer attack, not intentionally, Behemoth literally popped out of nowhere ten miles from San Francisco. I joined because I was asleep and a Cape with a weird teleporting power just threw everyone with a power at the thing. I found out that day, that I am a natural anti-Behemoth, everything he threw at me, from lightning, trying to internally combust me, and even straight up punching me. All of it just fueled my power. I ended up creating hundreds of hard light blade illusions, I make em' look like Skyrim glass swords, just slicing away at the beast, and when that got tedious said 'fuck it' and full force punched it's head off. Turns out it can still fight with its head missing, that was new. After that I got a reputation of being able to go toe to toe with Endbringers. I will admit after the combustion trick Behemoth pulled, I had to use illusions to hide my nakedness.

People started calling me the Endstopper. Dumb name. Then people remembered that Lung did the same thing in Kyushu with Leviathan, and so I was called The Endstopper Child, and Lung, The Endstopper Dragon. He even messaged me on PHO thanking me for helping him get the recognition he deserved. It wasn't structured well and it took me a minute to understand because, well, Lung no engrish well.

Even been to Elisburg, believe it or not. Nilbog is actually rather nice! So long as you play along with his delusions. I put on shows and plays with my illusions for his subjects, and pop over to give him food from time to time because I feel bad for him. He even calls me the errant princess, 'as only one of high nobility can possess such valor and strength, enough to drive off the Behemoth.' His words, not mine. I've even run into the Faerie Queen, I cannot for the life of me pronounce her real name, so I won't even try. She called me the Foreign Jester. Yeah I avoid her at all costs now. It also turns out that I don't need to avoid Capes as much as I thought I did. Scion is so depressed that unless he is near a shard, as well as me, he's unlikely to notice me. I'm still avoiding Jack Slash until I find a way to kill him.

I also beat the living shit out of twenty something year old girl in Dallas, she tried model herself after me, using her own illusion powers to make herself look like an older me, and then tried to copyright my image. She almost won too. I took exception to that.

Most people know I'm not a bad person, just a homeless, penniless, Case 53 trying to make their way in the world. Who also has the power to single handedly take on an Endbringer. Honestly, if it were the Simurgh I had to fight, I would have rather run. I just got lucky, if it were Leviathan, then at best I would survive. My powers have grown, I can create expansive and complex illusions now, they're still only as strong as reinforced glass, though that changes as I absorb more and more energy. And I noticed that if I wear a coat and put a hat on, no one notices me unless I call attention to myself, that does also include shopping though, as I need to grab another person's attention to pay for stuff, self-check-out hasn't been invented yet.

Oh! And I found this Earth-Bet is a crossover! The Incredibles are real! They operate out of Seattle. They're like the northeast New Wave and honestly if I met Mr. Incredible I would probably fangirl and ask for an autograph. RoboCop is real too, lives in Detroit, he's an Armor Brute, not a tinker. He is the ONLY cop cape, like, he had a place in the Detroit police before he triggered, and never left, refusing to join the PRT. Stating that he is needed to keep the streets safe. This is probably the only universe where Detroit is one of the safest cities in the U.S.

There are more, just none I can think off of the top of my head.

I'm also apparently labeled a possible S-Class threat, mainly because of the Behemoth fight, the one that lasted a whole of 45 minutes, as opposed to several hours of attempting to evacuate the cities and preparing for the area's eventual destruction. And, according to Wade, my tinker friend in the chair guy, the PRT shit bricks anytime I show up, constantly scared I'll just turn villain and decide today is the day to wreak havoc.

*Chnk* *Chnk*

'Oh right, I almost forgot about that.' The whole reason I'm in Eagleton is the massive Machine Army underneath me. I intend to destroy it, should be a nice little challenge. I have a decent amount of energy store up. As a spider drone marches up to meet me it fires a laser immediately, making me smile as I absorb it.

"This'll be fun." I say putting my phone in my back pocket, running over and smashing it, I give no reprieve as I jump down the building, taking multiple laser shots as I fall and do a superhero landing.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Still hurts. Never could figure out how to mute the pain of impacts. As I am recovering from that, multiple drones start shooting me. My absorption field only extends about an inch from my body, not enough to siphon energy, but enough keep my clothes from being destroyed. Hey don't judge me, these are custom! Anyway, I just stand here and absorb the shots, letting myself build up before the big finish.

"Alright I think that's enough!"

[You think]

Oh yeah [Conduit]. He's been learning to transmit like a human.

'Sarcastic ass'

[Affirmation]

He honestly doesn't appear often, mostly content to observe and give the occasional comment.

"Right then. Let's get started!" I start creating hard-light glass shards, they're not durable, but with enough energy and concentration I can fold the layers of the illusions over and over, increasing their resilience. I basically back doored a way to cast Cloud of Daggers. Perhaps the deadliest version but still. I can't really do that with anything other than simple shapes, but still I shred the opposing drones. I then send the cloud to swish around with my hand movements, for no other reason than it looks cool. Slicing and shredding through drones, these things honestly aren't that smart. I send the cloud into a building and watch as the thing starts crumbling. This is all just training for me. To see how well I can use this move.

"This is quickly getting boring."

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-Several Hours Later-

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So, it turns out that these things are VERY stupid. Like if they had any intelligence programmed into them it was Leroy Jenkins. The only danger they really posed was in their numbers. I am tired and this has been a massive disappointment.

"Honestly, if they wanted to clear this place out, they could've just nuked it." Not the healthiest mindset, but I've almost flattened all of Eagleton at this point, and I am left wanting for more. After taking selfies in the wreckage and uploading them to PHO, so the PRT can't take credit, I just continue to the quarantine wall. The guards up top have just been staring slack jawed. Honestly, I would too, I am pretty awesome, and cute too!

I walk up to the wall and jump up the twenty or so feet of concrete and sit on the railing. I point to the one with the most stars on his badge.

"Hi!"

"H-Hi th-there, h-how can I help you."

"I'unno, just thought I'd say hi!" I still like messing with people. And I quickly learned that the PRT shit bricks when I'm around, they see me as the second coming of Lung, only they know where he stands. Me? I've literally gone out of my way to attack PRT officers who have pissed me off. Why? Because I can. I also steal because I am perpetually homeless, jobless, and penniless. According to Wade, their standing orders when dealing with me are 'Do Not Provoke.'

"Um, hi?"

"You already said hi."

"Bye?"

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"Okay. You all can go home now; the machine army is dead and Eagleton is free! Bye now!" I hop down onto the walkway of the wall, across to the other side and jump down. After walking up to a PRT van and hopped onto the back bumper. And waved bye to them.

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IN: Boards Location America Eagleton

Original Poster: Bagrat (Verified) (Veteran Member) (The Guy In The Know)

Posted On March 5th 2010

So apparently Eagleton, you know, S-class Quarantine site, been that way for about as long as some capes have been born? It's gone now. Kitsu was posting up a storm earlier on her account of the destruction she wrought. Apparently it was "Boring as all heck, but I finish what I start."

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Man of the hour (Verified) (PRT Agent)

Replied on March 5th 2010

I was there, it was both humbling and ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING To watch a little girl decimate the entire city when all we could do before was contain it. Like seriously what are we supposed to do?

Nod

Replied on March 5th 2010

WTF! I knew she solo'd Behemoth but srsly?

Athonic

Replied on March 5th 2010

You mean she "allegedly" Solo'd Behemoth.

Valkyr (Verified) (Wiki Warrior)

Replied on March 5th 2010

What? She can make ACTUAL daggers now? The ones she used against Behemoth did nothing. Gotta add that to the wiki.

Wytchmlj

Replied on March 5th 2010

What else can she do? She went head on against an Endbringer, can now summon daggers like a discount Shattterbird, run fast enough to put velocity to shame, and punch hard enough to put lung to shame.

ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

Replied on March 5th 2010

DISCOUNT?!

Wytchmlj

Replied on March 5th 2010

I'm sorry.

GlitzGlam (Verified Cape) (New Wave)

Replied on March 5th 2010

Honestly, I don't know what to think, on the one hand she does a lot of good like this and isn't afraid to attach her face to her deeds, on the other she has no oversite and is known to steal.

Tdren

Replied on March 5th 2010

If she can clear out the Quarantine sites and fend off the Enderbringers then I say let her be a thief! Small price to pay and it's likely less than we're paying the PRT in taxes

GlitzGlam (Verified Cape) (New Wave)

Replied on March 5th 2010

That's not the point.

XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied on March 5th 2010

This was just to test out a new power I'm telling you! And mark my words, Kitsu is not benevolent, she's just self-serving, if she thinks it would be fun, she'd torture someone! Oh sure, now she's clearing out Quarantine sites and holding back Endbringers. But the next thing you know, BAM! Turns out she's actually an adult in a little girl's body abusing her pretty privilege!

Antigone

Replied on March 5th 2010

There's the resident nutjob.

Chaosfaith

Replied on March 5th 2010

Bro, do u evn hear urself?

ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

Replied on March 5th 2010

He's right XP

XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied on March 5th 2010

PROOF! PROOF! SHE ADMITS IT!

Tin_Mother (Moderator)

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Please don't encourage him.

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-Brockton Bay, U.S. July 2010 Early Morning-

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Do you any idea how hard it is to hitchhike all the way from one region to another? I had to kill a guy who thought he could 'Take payment' from me! I AM A CHILD, perverts, everywhere. Everyone online is speculating on my Glass Wind ability, yes that is what I called it. I can't do it at that level normally, in order to create an illusion, I have to envision it, so for Glass Wind, I need to imagine every shard, and every layer of every shard, all at once. Just clearing that up.

As I reach the boat graveyard, I think.

'If the PRT REALLY wants good PR, why not have their Wards clean up the bay? Everyone knows the Wards are all but useless because they keep them in the safe areas, unable to actually help.

I have an illusion on myself, making me look like a strung-out junkie everyone. What, it's literally the only thing that would fit in.

'Close enough to canon to have fun, far enough to not worry.' I think merrily. 'I've been waiting five years for this!' I can't mess with Sophia or Emma yet. Otherwise, Taylor won't Trigger. What I can do however is provide support after Taylor triggers to prevent her from turning villain. And torment the ever-living FUCK! Out of Sophia and Emma, maybe Madison too.

I'd clean this place up in my free time, but I'm too lazy. Maybe if the world survives the Gold Morning, I'll look into fixing this place up.

"No! Please!"

Looking over I see a woman being dragged into an alleyway across the street. Now, I'm a simple gal, if I see something I dislike, I do something about it. So with that in mind I walk across the street, let a car hit me shattering the illusion around myself, absorbing the impact I continue my way, not caring about the driver. He looked fine what with how he was gawking at me, that will never get old.

Walking up to the man who was unzipping his pants, I create a Glass Sword and stab.

"AARGH! MY BALLS!"

I missed, so I stab again!

"MY DICK! WHO-?!" Turning around I grin up at him.

"Hi, I'm Kitsu! If you rush to the hospital, you MIGHT not bleed out. But those are mine now." I point to the severed bits. And send multiple Glass Daggers at them, absolutely shredding them.

Looking at me in fear, and likely pissing himself, he runs off hold his crotch.

Well, that was fun. I start to walk off, the woman having ran away as soon as I stabbed him the first time. Wondering around I see just how bad the docks are, and let me tell ya, this is bad. I genuinely have no way to describe this. How did Daniel Hebert keep the dock workers union running, WITH NO DOCKS?! Truly that guy must work miracles.

Aside from the would-be rapist, nothing is really happening. I have a little energy left so I jump to the fire escape on one of the buildings and climb to the roof.

'Y'know I thought this would be a bit more, I dunno, Cinematic? Turns out a pile of shit only looks marginally better from the top.'

As I'm thinking this, I see a yellow fly across the sky in the distance.

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"I wonder if the Dallons are home?" 'Mark needs a friend, and the less said about his toxic wife the better'

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Mark Dallon POV

Another day, that's what today is, just another day of waiting for something to happen, nothing to watch on TV, and the girls wouldn't be home till later. Did he forget his medicine again? Oh well, too late to take it now. He'll start his medication routine tomorrow morning.

Maybe he should join Vicky in her patrols? No, she wouldn't want her old man chaperoning her dates with Dean. He wasn't stupid, he has access to PHO and she is constantly trending with her on again off again dance with the boy. Besides he hardly goes on patrol anymore he'd be too rusty and just slow her down, she's doing fine on her own. Maybe he should just take nap-

*Click*

'What was that?!' he thought. Years of Cape activities sending his body on high alert as the sound of the front door closing made its way to his ears.

'Carol won't be home for a few hours, Vicky goes straight to patrol and comes back whenever, and Amy won't be home till sundown.' His Mind quickly running through what could be.

"Carol, sweetie? Did you make it home early?"

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'Not good'

He goes to get up when a flash of light on the coffee table blinded him.

"It's your own personal frie-OOW"

*Crash*

Before he could think he blasted whatever appeared on the table in front of him, sending it into the wall, through the TV.

'Damn it! Carol was gonna be pissed.

"Why do I keep ending up in walls?" A little girl says.

"Huh?" A little girl throws herself out of the wall and stands back on the coffee table staring down at me angrily, hands on her hips.

"Grrr. What was that for?! Do you just blast every guest that comes by?! No wonder you're in here alone!" She looks familiar. With pale skin, dandelion hair and sea green eyes.

'Wait, are the cat ears? Oh no.' What was an S-Class threat doing in his house?! On his coffee table?! Yelling at him?!

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself!"

"I'm sorry?" He says unsure. Shit, Kitsu was known to be unpredictable, highly intelligent, capable of reasoning like an adult sometimes, and becoming a full child at other times. 'Then again ninety percent of capes are unstable in one form or another.'

"Better." She seemed placated for now, he needed to call the PRT.

"Sooo, watcha doin?" She jumped into a cross legged sitting position on the coffee table.

"Uh, Watching TV?" What was happening?

"You mean that TV?" She said pointing to the hole in the wall.

"Yep."

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"I'm not paying for that."

"Okay?"

"..." She smiled at him

"..." He looked at her

She then got the biggest shit eating grin he could ever remember seeing

"I want to play a game!"

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-That Afternoon-

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Amy Dallon

Another day, another asshole who decided shoving a lightbulb up His asshole wouldn't end badly. Then there was the guy who was missing his entire crotch, had like three STD's and four different drugs running through his system. Kept wailing about a little demon cutting his dick off. Vicky picked her up and is carrying her home, so that was nice.

'I really hate my life sometimes.' I think as I approach the open the door to my house.

"You need a break, Ames." And here we go again.

"I'm FINE." She was NOT in the mood for this back and forth.

"I just worry about you Ames, you have no life outside of school and the hospital. You need to do more! Get out more! Maybe meet a nice guy?"

"I said I'M FINE!" Opening the door

"PANPAN!"

Looking up I see something that nearly makes my heart stop. There, waving at her, Kitsu, the Endstopper Child herself. Is sitting at my family's kitchen table, playing monopoly with a happy Mark, and a nervous wreck of a woman, Carol.

"Wuh?"

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Director Emily Pigot POV

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"This again? Collin, I understand she is dangerous."

"Then all the more reas-" Armsmaster started

"BUT! I will not risk provoking possibly one of the most dangerous individuals this side of the planet for your grudge match against a little girl."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, Kitsu is-"

"A little girl. One who might I remind you, is erratic, intelligent, and most of all, capable of fighting off Behemoth!"

"Director I-"

"DISMISSED, Armsmaster" as Armsmaster walks out she can't help but think about what this might mean for the future.

Ever since Kitsu was confirmed in the docks, castrating rapists no less, Collin has thrown himself against the wall with ideas of how to stop her. Stop her from what exactly? That was the point. Armsmaster has had grudge against Kitsu ever since he beat her five years ago. And she was NOT about to fuel that. She had enough on her plate with the Shadow Stalker hunt, an underaged vigilante killing gangbangers is not something she needs.

On top of that Canary's Kangaroo court trial is about to begin later this month, honestly she feels for the girl. But there was nothing she could do. She just has to arrange transport.

Purity is waging a one-woman war against the ABB. And losing.

And to top it all off there's a new group of small-time thieves, entirely para-human too.

And now Kitsu the Endstopper was in Brockton Bay. Great, never mind the fact that Kitsu and the Empire 88 have bad blood, well it was one sided but still. She did not for one second believe Kitsu, with her history, would not pick a fight with someone by the end of the month, her money was on the Empire really. They will not leave her alone, she was a poster child for Aryan heritage, young and likely impressionable, not to mention powerful. And Kitsu has shown time and time again she was not above hurting someone to say no.

Personally she believes anyone who's friends with that monster Nilbog is unstable at best, and downright deranged at worst.

As she was contemplating the absolute shit show this next month was gonna be, Miss Militia runs into her office.

"What now!" She shouted.

"Ma'am, there's an emergency at the Dallon house."

"What is it this time? Gallant and Glory Girl break up again?" If it was that? Gallant was getting console duty for a month. He should know by now to keep his private business just that, private and away from her.

"Glory Girl is facing off against Kitsu ma'am."

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A/N In case no one got it, Wade is a reference to Kim Possible. I've decided I am going to add characters like The Incredibles, Static Shock (one of my personal favorites), Danny Phantom, and others, Cuz they actually fit into the Worm narrative very well. Might even add some MHA characters like Pop Step, Gentle & La Brava, Personally I always LOVED Gentle and La Brava, I really can't wait for them to return in the anime. I'm also working on another Worm CYOA, this one is gonna be a Chaotic Evil Villain who can turn into RWBY Grimm, Whereas Kitsu is whimsical, manic, and actually careful, this new character will be hot-headed, reckless, and overall blood thirsty. Let me know what you guys think!

Also, I hope I portrayed Mark well enough; I tried channeling my own depression into my writing but everyone experiences depression differently, my own family is evidence of the fact, I just get tired and can't really be bothered to do anything, my mother gets hysterical in anger and frustration, my dad gets angry and apathetic. Most people don't realize that depression is not about being sad, it's about a difficulty or even an inability to be happy.

On a better note. We are now closer to canon! YAY! If you guys have any questions let me know! As always I will try to post regularly, but I'm just writing a little every day and posting when I feel it's at a good stopping point.

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Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure & Humor, Vista, OC, Flashbang, Brandish, Words: 767k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: May 27, 2023 Updated: Jul 11

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So, the reason I put

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Keeps that from happening. Still figuring out FF as a whole. Still don't have a Beta, though that ws probably obvious at this point. I do reread my fics after I post them.

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A heads up, the towards the end of this, Kitsu gets a little insensitive. Nothing too bad, just outing someone.

Boundless Scholar: Happy for the encouragement!

Mrwinterdk: Love you XD

TheCyanNinja: Not in the colloquial sense of creepypasta's and horror fics, the actual genre refers to a setting that is dystopian, amoral, or violent. And that is worm to a T. Technically the Hunger games is grim dark. But I see what you mean with how extreme some grimm darks fics get. Especially in the MLP franchise, those genuinely scare me.

Now then, on with the show!

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-Dallons house-

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"PANPAN!" I loved Panacea in the series, she was such a tragic character whose internal struggle broke my heart. In such a way that I REALLY wanna see her have a happier ending in this world. She might even be able to resolve her sister love issues! Unlikely but I wanna see her happy.

Not to mention her power is versatile as hell. I know she modifies cigarettes with her power to make them safe. I wanna see what else she could do. My own bio kinesis is similar, but doesn't come with nearly as intrinsic an understanding of biology as I'd hope, just lets me see into the body, that's it. No making my own Pokémon, unfortunately.

I see her very visible confusion and Victoria, aka Glory Girl, behind her. Now that could be me being here in general, or, yeah just me being here.

"Wuh?" She says intelligently.

"A-Amy, h-how are you? Th-this is Kitsu, you know Kitsu right? Hyper powerful Cape? Currently in our house?" Carol looked ready to start crying in frustration. Mainly because I refused to do ANYTHING she said. Little control freak.

'Nothing pisses off a control freak more, than something they can't control.' I think mischievously. I know the reason Carol is the way she is, is because of unresolved trust issues and an unresolved Stockholm syndrome. But one's own trauma is no excuse to perpetuate a cycle of abuse. In this case it's neglect and an over-controlling nature.

"Ames? Whats going on?" Vicky tries to look over Amy's shoulder.

"Oh, it's the collateral damage barbie doll!" 'Did I say that out loud? Oops.'

"Excuse me?!"

"You are excused. Wanna play? We can start over, I'm the top hat, you can't have it, it's mine. Are you okay with that Mark?"

"You just wanna start over because you're losing." He says with a smirk. He's really been enjoying himself; I think I remind him of a younger Victoria, you know?

"Mark!" Carol whisper shouts, she been on eggshells around me.

"Lies and slander! I swear upon the, uh, a plague! For such insincere words!"

"What the fuck is going on here?" Amy said

"Language!" That was me.

"English, now answer the question." Oh, I love her more than I thought I would.

"Ames, Amy darling." I think I broke Carol. "We, are playing a nice peaceful game of monopoly. With Kitsu, and apparently Kitsu would like you to join." She really stressed peaceful there,

"Please! More people, more fun!"

"Okay, now why are you here?" Amy asks.

"I'm bored."

"Really?"

"Well that and I wanna be your friend."

"... What?" She says incredulously.

"Friend, you know? Hang out, do each other's nails, talk about cute boys, or girls, I don't judge."

"Okay I've had enough here, you're obviously doing something nefarious, stop it and get out of my house." To absolutely NO ONES surprise that was Victoria.

"Nefarious? How?"

"One, My mother is a wreck and has clearly been taken hostage. And two, my dad looks happy! He's never happy!"

'WOW. Tell a cripple they're in a wheelchair why dontcha?'

"Hey!" 'Yeah! Stand up for yourself Mark!'

"Dad, not now."

I know Glory Girl is supposed to be hot headed, but damn she just put down her family.

"You're mean." I'm still playing the part of a child.

"And you're done here leave or else."

"I just wanted to play games!"

"I'll play games, how about tag!" She rushes forward and clocks me in the face.

'Bitch!'

"Aaaagh!" I fly back into the table.

"VICTORIA!/VICKY!" Practically everyone shouts.

Okay, I know I shouldn't, but I'm pissed. Getting up I narrow my eyes at Glory Hole and walk past her over to the door. Amy stepping aside.

"Good and stay out" She says floating and letting her Fuck Me/Fear Me Aura blast me.

I just open the door, turn around and grab her ankle, throwing her out of the house and onto the street.

"Good and stay out! Mlnn!" Sticking my tongue out at her at close the door at step to the side.

*Crash*

I grab her ankle as she crashes through the closed door. And throw here through again.

"Tag, you're it" I walk down the steps of their porch and follow after Victoria. I would look intimidating, if I wasn't under five feet tall. She gets back up and rushing forward. I let her hit me. Absorbing the hit and not moving, again knockback only hits if I want it to.

"That it? That all you got?" She then starts to whale into me. I let her cause all its doing is fueling my power. It's actually starting to crater the ground slightly.

"WHY! WON'T! YOU! GO! DOWN!" She shouts between hits. Grabbing her wrist I slam her into the ground and gut punch her before her shield can reactivate. Leaning down I whisper into her ear.

"Because I am what you pretend to be." This is one of those capes that I am a natural counter to. If she was smart, she could have cratered the ground around me and then collapsed the rubble on me. Or heck just grab me and throw me into the bay. No, instead she just kept punching, expecting me to go down eventually.

'How does Gallant put up with her? Must be her looks.'

"Why-" I start slamming her into the ground again and again. Like Hulk did to Loki.

*Alarm*

Before I can finish, a bunch of PRT vans pull up.

'Deja vu'

*VVRRRRRMMM*

'That's new.'

Turning to the sound, I see a familiar sight on a new bike, pull up.

"ROBOCOP!" I yell throwing my hands up in excitement.

"Armsmaster!" the man on the bike says angrily.

"Aaawww." I put my hands down. I knew that. I just love upsetting him.

"Hrmm. As annoying as ever"

"As ever? You make it sound like we meet all the time, we've met like, three? Four times?"

He proceeds to ignore me and turns to the officers stepping out. Making gestures to them as they nod and start to surround me.

"Will you come quietly?" He asked.

Huh people were coming out of their houses and watching now. I even see a phone or two recording.

"I won't be coming at all." He knew this. He turned his spear on and it sparked with electricity.

"Then let us get this over with."

"This ought to be even more fun." I kick Glory Hole upwards.

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Collin Wallis (Armsmaster) POV

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It had been about a year since he encountered Kitsu. The overpowered child had been trapsing around the country, been seen everywhere from California, to New York. Breaking and entering, as well as breaking legs. She was a vigilante at best, and a criminal at worst. I will bring her in one way, or another.

"Will you come quietly?" I know she won't. But I have a plan of action. She is impervious to damage, but not pain, enough of it and she's known to pass out. That and she can't keep her strength up indefinitely. There was no evidence of that, but every power has its limit. I turn on the Static Inductor. It's an electrical transferring system made with a feedback loop between an inverter generator and an electromagnetic inductor. I was rather proud of it actually.

"Then let us get this over with." I say.

"This ought to be even more fun." She grins menacingly and kicks Glory Girl across the street towards her house.

Now no longer needing to worry about a possible hostage I launch forward with the kinetic repulsors and swing my spear with my right . She ducks and I throw a left hook and she shatters.

'Damn it.'

"Behind you." She says in a sing song voice. Turning I see her sitting on a top a street lamp.

"Foam her!"

After the officers got a good three lobs at her I hear the tell-tale sound of glass shattering.

"What the hell jackasses!"

'Uh oh.'

Where Kitsu was, Glory Girl is now foamed and stuck to the top of the lamp. Looking over to confirm, I see that there is a Glory Girl in front of Dallon house on the sidewalk the Dallons in the background. Only it shatters to reveal Kitsu, sitting on the curb smiling, chin resting in her hands.

"Howsit goin?" She says.

I glare at her through the helmet and rush forward again and thrusting my spear.

"FOAM HER NOW!" That wasn't me. Turning I see me pointing at, me. And looking down I see a defeated Kitsu at my feet.

'More illusions!'

"Sir!"

Before I can do anything, I get hit with the containment foam that was aimed at the what was likely a fake Kitsu.

As I lose mobility I hear more shattering, the Kitsu in front of me is gone, another one, likely the real one, is on the Dallon porch, even Dallons seem surprised. And his men were going into a panic.

'Fuck, Assault will never let him hear the end of this.'

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Kitsu POV

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That WAS fun! It was tricky, timing the illusions to match perception, first making Vicky invisible and an illusion of her at the same time, then making myself invisible with a decoy to stay behind, then making another decoy where the invisible Vicky was on top the lamppost. And then breaking the illusion of Vicky on the curb and creating another decoy immediately. And finally making Armsmaster Invisible as soon as he would have moved, allowing him to move to the decoy, and having a decoy of HIM stay behind and order the shot.

Layering illusions is hard, not as hard as folding them unless I make them tactile. But the difficulty is what makes it rewarding, I think. As soon as the fight started, I just walked over to the porch and no one noticed until the fight was over and I dropped all the illusion.

'That took about two thirds what I got from Vicky.' Illusions took more energy the complicated they got, it's why I usually stick to glass weaponry, or a single decoy. People tend to forget I can make illusions at all and attribute the daggers, shards, and other such things as a weird conjuring ability.

"That was fun" I say.

"How the hell?!" That was Amy.

"What?"

"You, were, then you, huh?" Understandable.

"You don't know? I can rewrite reality within a certain distance to me. The further away the weaker it gets." I'm bullshitting of course.

"Kitsu, honey." Mark said

What is with people following up my name with things like 'Honey' and 'Sweetie' when they're about to ask me stuff?

"Yes?"

"Why did you do this?"

"Do what?"

He fixes a glare at me.

"You know what."

"..."

"She started it!" I say pointing to the foamed Victoria.

"And Armsmaster?"

"..."

"He started it!" I say pointing to the foamed RoboCop knockoff.

"*Sigh* Can you get Victoria down? Please?" He says sounding tired.

"Okay." I say pouting. Walking over to the lamppost that Victoria is foamed to. Throwing up the occasional glass pane to deflect the panicking officers launching containment foam at me.

I find it hard to refuse people who are nice to me.

I grab the base of the street light and break it free. Grabbing the wires to absorb as much of the energy from the electricity as I can before the surge protector shuts off the power.

"What? Hey what are-?!"

I then slam the light post into the ground, over and over, breaking of a little more of the foam until Victoria just shakes off onto the ground, still foamed, just no longer foamed to the post. Dropping the post I walk over and grab Vicky.

"When I get out of here, I'll make you pay for this!" She shouts, struggling and trying to break out of what is essential degradable concrete.

"No you won't." She can try, but unless she develops a brain and comes up with an actual plan outside of 'Vicky Smash!' I'll be fine.

"Here you go Mark." I say beaming a smile while holding Vicky out to him.

"Thank you Kitsu."

Mark is getting a lot of weird looks; I think it's because I'm doing what he asks. I've never done what people ask of me, mainly because they usually upset me by either, one, threatening me, two, being people I genuinely don't like, i.e. The E88, or three, trying to bribe me to do more reprehensible things, like assassination. I refuse to kill for money, unless it's someone like Epstein, no, even then I'd do it for free.

"Can we play monopoly now?" I ask. That actually got a lot more weird looks directed at Mark.

"The uh, table is broke Kitsu." I forgot about that.

"Aw." I just slump and turn to leave. "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, see you later Mark."

I wave good bye to them before I blitz down the sidewalk, looking for a pizza place. What? I'm hungry.

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-Timeskip next day early morning PRT HQ Brockton Bay-

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Director Emily Pigot POV

She lost the bet on who Kitsu would pick a fight with. And how long it would take.

Day one, Glory Girl.

And to make matters worse, before she could send Gallant, Assault, Vista, and Clockblocker. Armsmaster Runs off as soon as he hears Miss Militia say Kitsu! She was prepared for Kitsu the moment she was reported near the area. Gallant, because he is good at calming people down. Assault, because he is the only person that Kitsu avoids fighting, for some reason always choosing to run away. Vista and Clockblocker, because if worse came to worse those two were a deadly combo. With Vista warping the ground so that Clockblocker can just reach out and touch someone, and then he just stops them with his temporal locking.

But no. Collin had a grudge match. And now she was seated across from the Dallons trying to sort this mess out.

"So to simplify, Kitsu showed up to your house, appeared on your coffee table, you blasted her through the wall, and then she asked to play board games?"

"Yes." Mark somehow said with a straight face.

"Truth." Armsmaster said from her side.

"Okay, then you, Carol, got home to them playing checkers, tried to kick Kitsu out, when she, thinking it was a game, began running around the house with you chasing her?" Mark just snorts, likely remembering the event.

"Yes." She said, looking like she swallowed a lemon.

"Truth."

"And then after you caught her, she you convinced her to stay still and play monopoly."

"More, or less." She continues.

"Then you get home with your sister and pick a fight with possibly the single most dangerous and unpredictable parahuman currently alive.''

"Nobody's invincible, just give me another shot at her and I-"

"You'll what?" I cut off the headaches rant. "Get beat into the ground again? Get foamed by PRT officers? Unless you think you could face off against an Endbringer single handedly then if I were you then I'd invest in some self-preservation little girl."

"She got lucky!"

"Lie."

"..."

We all just turn to Armsmaster.

"..."

"What, she lied."

"I did not!" Glory Girl shouts.

"Lie, you know you can't beat her." Where's the Ibuprofen.

"Oh! And you'll do better? Last I checked you wound up foamed faster than me."

"I'm not arguing with a child." He said stoically.

"Yeah cause you lost!"

"..."

"Moving on, after the fight you claim she told you her power was reality warping?" I point to Amy.

"Yes."

"Truth."

That made both too much, and no sense at all. If it was reality warping, then how did she know so much, and if it was it would explain why she can DO so much. It would explain the inconsistences in her inability to be harmed. Sometimes she ragdolls with a hit, other times it was like hitting an indestructible wall. Kitsu embodied the immovable object. Other times she embodied the unstoppable force. And then there were decoys she could throw out, which can now look like other people. And turning hersel and others invisible.

"I think it's time to add Self Trump to her power set."

"Ma'am. Are you sure?" Armsmaster sounded justifiably apprehensive. It's not every day a Self Trump is announced, and they are always the most troublesome. The Butcher is one such case.

"Five years ago, all she could do is run, hit, and occasionally make a shoddy half colored, still, illusion of herself. Three years ago, she started making full working decoys, two years ago she could turn invisible, a few months ago she made glass shards that destroyed The Machine Army and now she is making full TALKING decoys of people."

"Wait, she did" Amy pipes up.

"Which part?"

"The Machine Army? How it's gone?" How did she not know?

"When was this?"

"Earlier this year, in march."

"oh." she said quietly.

"Moving on, you have no idea as to why she would show up to your house?"

"No." Mark said.

"Just, go home."

As they leave, I contemplate what I could've done in a past life to deserve this level of stress.

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-Commercial district Morning-

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I'm walking around the electronics store in the mall wearing an oversized trench coat and hat I stole. Why? I feel bad about Marks TV. I can't buy a TV, but that won't stop me.

"Excuse me, little girl? Can I help you?" That's new. Normally people don't notice me unless I do something unusual, or if they're looking for me before hand.

Looking over I see a young blonde with an eyepatch.

'Shit, Othala' I forgot that the commercial district is Empire territory. So of course, they would notice me, they're always looking for young impressionable Aryans to sway to their ideology.

"Nope." I just pick a random 58-in flatscreen and start walking out.

"You can't-" She starts.

"Othala." I stare her right in her eye, her face somehow getting whiter, and take off the hat. "No."

Now I'm drawing all sorts of attention, what with me carrying a TV bigger than me. So I just toss off the coat and hat. I have to carry this all the to the Dallons house in downtown. I don't think I'll have the energy for that, and I can't run, I only got the steam to make it half way.

'Eh, I already stole a TV might as well take a cart, I'll return it.'

Walking over to the front of the mall I put the TV in the cart and continue my on my way.

'I don't wanna jinx it, but this is going surprisingly well.'

[Idiot]

'What?!'

"STOP THIEF!"

"Darn it." Looking over I see a girl in a green and white dress, and two guys in armor, one with blue outlines and the other with little clocks on it.

"OH! Vista, Gallant and, Stopwatch?" have I mentioned how much I love messing with people?

"Clockblocker!"

"Bad word!" Because I love it a lot.

"Shes got you there Clock." Vista says leaning over to look at him with a smirk.

"She aint got nothing." He says defiantly.

"I have a TV!" I say cheerfully.

"No you don't." I see Vista move her arms to warp space and throw myself around the TV. Knowing she can't influence areas with living matter I smirk at her.

"How did you? Never mind." She moves her hands and in an acid trip of a visual Clockblocker is behind me.

"Uh oh." I jump up and around him, avoiding his hands. I wrap my arms around his neck and, creating a glass platform under my feet, I supplex him.

"SHIT!"

I don't give him a chance to recover as I keep him in a chokehold, brings his hands up to my arms and tries to pull himself free. I'm not worried he can't risk freezing me here or he'll potentially kill himself. If I freeze like this, I'll be stuck choking him-

-Timeskip 7 minutes-

-and he'll, What? He's completely limp in my arms as I feel Vista and Gallant trying to pull me off. I let go as I realize what's going on and let go. Gallant then tosses me off of Clockblocker

"Oh no!" That was me. "No, nonononononono." I'm panicking as I freak out! I've killed, but they were pedophiles, and Nazi's! Not kids! Not heroes who were trying to make the world a better place! Never on accident!

"Clock! Clock! DENNIS!"

"Vista! He's, he's not waking up, he still has a pulse, we need to get him to a hospital!"

Oh wait, I almost forgot I don't have a Manton Limit on my bio kinesis! I have an idea. Running up I toss Gallant to the side.

"Woah!"

I then focus my energy into my hands and rip his chest plate off. Vista tries to push me off. Honestly, I don't blame her, from her point of view I just threw Gallant and am now ripping into a comatose Clockblocker.

"Stop! Stop it!" I turn and throw her too.

I put my hands on Clockblockers chest and focus. I've never done this, so it's do or die. So I enhance my perception with as much energy as I can spare, time is of the essence and I still need energy to do manipulate his biology.

Looking in I see the damage, several parts of his brain are shot, withered and dead or dying, he's not brain dead, and his amygdala is dead. So any and all short-term memory is gone. That's fine, I can work with that, he won't remember the last day of his life, but it's better that than not waking up ever again. His frontal lobe is fine, his auditory and motor areas are shot, with nerves firing randomly in the auditory. His visual is suffering the same as the audio. Everything is still where it needs to be so I don't have to worry about placement, just reviving, and a little rebuilding, he's also developing arthritis, I'll go ahead and fix that as an apology for almost killing him. All together it probably took five seconds, but to my enhanced perception it felt like an hour of constant and painstakingly detailed work as I fixed neuron after neuron, refixing the myelin sheaths and everything.

He starts twitching violently as though in a horrible seizure. And he starts screaming as he turns over and pukes, with the helmet still on.

"Oh, oh god. Wuh, wuh jus habend? Waz, I dwugged?" Yeah, he's going to be out of it for a bit.

"DENNIS!" Vista rushes forward and wraps her arms around his neck, crying her eyes out.

"Woah, Visha, names!"

"SHUT UP! Just, just shut up."

"I ship it." I say.

"What?" Gallant says after walking up to me.

"Nothing!" I say quickly. He stares at me.

"You resuscitated him. Not even Panacea can do that." He is remarkably calm. Maybe it has something to do with emotion his powers?

"Yeah, and?"

"Why don't you put your powers to better use?" That's where he's going with this.

I have multiple reasons, one I don't see the point, in three years we get gold morning. Two, I only learned I could do this a few months ago, and this is the first time I ever used it. Three, the red tape involved would have me wrapped up more than a mummy!

And four, I, never really thought about it. Now I feel like a bad person

"Oh god you stink!" Vista is still freaking out

"There's vomit in my helmet! What happened to me!"

"..."

"I'm taking the TV." I stare up at him.

"No, you're not." He stares me down.

"..."

"Don't take off your helmet! You can't let people see your face!"

"But it's everywhere!"

"..."

"You should help your teammates." Is this a standoff?

"They're fine." It is! That's so cool!

Or it would be, if I had any energy left! Fixing Clock took the rest of it out of me, I have about enough to lift the TV one more time.

'I need to find an outlet, or start carrying a taser, ooh that's actually not a bad idea!'

"I'm here Gallant!"

Looking over I see the idiot herself, Glory Hole, carrying Panacea!

"I'm here too, so yeah," Aw poor PanPan sounds tired. She deserves a nap.

"Big V! Clock needs a new mask, he puked in his!" Vista yells out.

"I didn't mean to! Oh god it's getting in my hair, that is something I only thought women would say!" That was in bad taste.

*SMACK*

"Now is not the time!" Vista just slapped him in the back of the head.

" Agh! Now it's in my eyes!"

"Can you, like, calm them or something? Vista is in hysterics, and Clockblocker is obviously about to panic." I say to Gallant.

He regards me with what I can only assume is suspicion before turning and lobbing a blue light orb at the two panicking Wards. Watching them stop and calm down was kinda funny.

"Okay, someone tell me what happened." Victoria said.

"I killed Stopwatch."

"..."

"What?!" Clockblocker squealed.

"I'm tired, I'm going home." I say and just start leaving.

"Hold it brat. You're not going anywhere!" Great Vicky is now blocking my way.

"Leave." In the words of Jack Patillo! Master of butterfly chasing and house building!

"No." I'm done here. I am sooooo done here.

"Leave or I will say something, someone, will regret."

"Yeah right, what could you possibly say that-"

"Amy Dallon is gay." I cut her off.

"What!?" I heard from three different people.

"No she isn't!" Vicky says.

"Yes, yes she is." I insist.

"I'm the closest person to her, I think I would notice something like that!"

"And she's always so jealous around me, and puts off so much lust and love when I'm around." that was Gallant.

"Why not ask her." I say, pointing to the mortified brunette.

looking to her they both see her blush and look away. Trying to hide in her hood.

"Holy shit." Gallants says under his breath. Likely seeing her emotions.

"Ames, why didn't you tell me?! I wouldn't have tried to set you up with so many guys!" At least Vicky looks like she's handling that well.

"It's, I just, you don't." She looks a bit panicked. Perfect, they forgot all about me.

Now that they're distracted, I walk back to the cart and start walking away with the TV. Vista goes to say something but I cut her off with a look.

"Don't make me start with you Missy." I say pointedly.

She raises her hands in surrender and starts to back away. Clockblocker is still groaning and trying to get his helmet off, I think I may have bent something by accident when ripping off the chest plate.

It was a total dick move to out Amy's sexuality. But part of the reason she had a breakdown was the pressure of hiding a part of herself. The other parts are the lack of a familial support system outside of Victoria, and with how she felt towards Vicky that only made the fact that she was her only support worse. And the final part is [Shaper] getting increasingly frustrated with Amys refusal to use her power creatively and lashing out at her.

'I can't fix the shitty home life, but maybe I can encourage her to use her power. Which hospital did she visit again?'

[Apprehension: Odds low]

'Oh hush you.'

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Bonus

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Amy Dallon POV

Fuck today! Fuck Vicky! Fuck Carol! And fuck Kitsu! She had no right! None!

'Now Vicky is talking about trying to set me up the brunette from chemistry! And it's not like I can just tell her my type!' considering her type was blonde, buxom, bubbly and blue eyed!

'Oh, just thinking about how Vicky would react to finding out SHE is my type. I'd die of humiliation!' Falling over onto her bed she screams into her pillow. Carol didn't approve, mostly because it was unpopular and New Wave didn't need bad publicity. 'Again, fuck Carol.' And to top it all off Kitsu, the little bitch, slipped away! And she can apparently bring people out of comas! Her claim to rewriting reality around her is looking more and more plausible every day.

Dean was very silent the whole time. No doubt confused as to why I would radiate jealousy, love, and lust when he's around. I just hope he doesn't figure out that the only time I'm around him is when I'm around Vicky. And if he does figure it out, he should keep it to himself or she'll break her own rules and make him impotent.

'No, I'll probably just skip town. Move to Washington state, they're more accepting.'

She just wished today never happened. At least Mark was supportive, he sat her down after Carol left. He told her that he only wishes her to be happy and that wo she chooses to love is no one's business but my own, unless they got me pregnant in which case, he would have to bury someone. That actually made her smile a bit.

'Maybe today wasn't all bad. At least I don't have to deal with all the boys Vicky tries to set me up with.'

"Vicky!" She heard Carol say.

"Yeah mom?"

"Did you order a TV online!"

'What? We got a new TV?'

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IN: Boards Location America Brockton Bay

Original Poster: Bruce Lao (Verified)

Posted On July 10th 2010

Holy crap! I don't know what I expected when I heard Kitsu was in the Bay, I really expected Hookwolf to get his berries squashed again. But Glory Girl getting the smack down was not on that list!

-Link video BrocktonBarbieBeatdownDowntown-

It really does look like Kitsu was just playing, and then Armsmaster shows up, and this happens!

-Link Video KitsuFoolstheHalbeard

Seriously! Do we have a concrete idea of her powers yet?

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-Valkyr (Verified) (Wiki Warrior)

Replied on July 10th 2010

No, we don't, it's all speculation. And I hate it.

-ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

Haters gonna Hate! XP

-Chaosfaith

Bro that ain't nothing, she killed Clockblocker at the mall yesterday!

-Link KitsuVStheWards

I think it was over a TV?

-ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

I DIDN'T MEAN IT! X(

And I brought him back!

-Dawgsmiles (Veteran poster)

AYO WTF?!

-ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

He froze me when I had him in a headlock! It was his fault I swear!

-Feychick

Are we gonna just gloss over the fact that she brought him back!

-GlitzGlam (Verified Cape) (New Wave)

Or the fact that she called out Panacea? Not cool.

-GstringGirl

Yeah, not cool, if she was in the closet she shouldn't be forced out.

-Lasersmile

Yeah, not cool. She should be allowed to come out on her own terms

-ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53)

I'm sorry! Amy don't hate me!

-Tin_Mother (Moderator)

Please stay on topic

-XxVoid_CowboyxX

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-Tin_Mother (Moderator)

That is NOT on topic. Take a two week ban, again.

-Antigone

Bruh. That's disgusting.

-Clockblocker (Verified Ward)

I'll be honest here, I had no clue what happened, one minute I was going to bed yesterday, next I wake up in what I can only assume a hangover feels like, vomiting into my helmet. Now I found out a few hours ago I died because I accidentally used my power in a panic? And I'm apparently back from the dead. Yeah, I don't know how to feel about that

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I think I fucked up.

[Agreement]

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-July 2010, a week later, night fall, outside the Dallon house-

Kitsu POV

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I'm sat across the Dallons house, making myself invisible as I contemplate my next move.

Mark is upset with me, after what I did with Amy. I've been trying to make up for it with stuff I get. I didn't even steal the second TV! Just stole money from a Merchant drug house and used that to buy a TV! Yeah, Vicky immediately returned the other one as soon as she put two and two together, and I had to show the receipt for the second one.

Amy is upset with me too. For obvious reasons.

I said I was sorry! Don't hate me PanPan!

'It's all for the best! I mean in the original series she wound up as the Red Queen, so changing things can only be good right?'

[Doubt]

'Don't rub it in, I already feel like shit.' I only really did what I did in order to distract everyone, I was running low on energy and wasn't willing to risk anyone getting smart.

Carol doesn't seem to care, but then again, I don't care what she thinks.

Vicky is in a weird limbo of being slightly grateful for the info, as now she knows and help Amy with this knowledge. Mostly by trying to set her up with girlfriends. And mostly pissed at how I put Amy on the spot in public.

"I'll just, come back tomorrow." I say quietly.

Walking away I can't help but try and distract myself.

"*sigh* maybe I'll go find Hookwolf, punch'em in the dick, that always cheers me up."

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-Elsewhere, Downtown-

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Vergil Hawkins POV

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Man, this place is worse than Dakota! Just flying on the saucer, I seen three robberies in downtown alone!

"I'm tellin'ya Gear, Permafrost in Brockton Bay? Somethin's up." I say over the Walkie.

*Krzzt*

"I get that Verg, I just don't see why you have to be the one to get her back." Damn it Rich, we've been over this.

"It's, its personal man, I helped her out, I gotta see this through."

"But you already saw it through. Just cause she ditched out on protective services doesn't mean you gotta be the one to travel cross country."

"I'm done discussing this Rich, I'll hit you up if I get anything."

"Stay safe man. You know there's a whole group of gangbangers after your blood over there right?"

Wasn't THAT a surprise. "Yeah, I know. Empire 88, bunch of super jocked up KKK. Met one, Hookwolf, I coulda taken him, but the Armsmaster made me retreat. Couldn't have a kid taking out a big guy when he can't"

"That's wack man, politics is the name of the game there it seems."

"Don't I know it, it's getting late man, call ya later."

"Later. Oh, and remind me to ask how you convinced your Pops to let you transfer to the Brockton Bay Wards" *Krzzt*

Man Rich, for someone so smart he really misses out on some obvious things. He needed to help her, it's just what he does, he wouldn't be able to look himself in the mirror if he had a chance to help someone and just didn't. Especially after he failed the first time, he had to have failed, otherwise Maureen wouldn't have run away. Right?

'Sides with Ebons crew locked up, Rich and Stretch can handle Dakota just fine.'

"Where are you, Maureen?" lowering myself to street level I enter an alley and get ready to call it a night. Only to launch forward as I hit something with my saucer.

*Klanng*

*Shatter*

"WOAH!" falling forward and rolling I barely keep myself from face planting.

"Ow." I guess I hit someone, not something.

'Man, what?' Looking over I see a little girl rubbing her head.

"Oh, man! You okay? I did not see you there." I rush over to her.

"Yeah, it was my fault anyway, I should pay more attention when turning invisible."

'Say what?' getting a closer look, I see fox ears folded down against the head of the little girl. I step forward to get a better look. Stepping on something soft.

"MY TAIL!" She screeches. I immediately backpedal.

"Woah! I am so sorry!" She turns to face me and I get a good look at the girl.

"What is your-" Kitsu, THE Kitsu, stops, looking at me with wide eyes. Before jumping up and down pointing at me.

"AAAYEEIIIIIIIII! Static Shock!" That's new.

'Guess I'm famous, didn't think anyone outside Dakota knew who I was.'

"Okay? I take you're a fan then?" The Endstopper is my fangirl, Richie will never believe this.

"Ever since I was a kid! Can I get your autograph?"

'How did this little girl get on the high priority list? She don't seem dangerous.'

"Uh, sure always happy to meet a fan. You got any paper, or pen?"

"Uh, be right back! Don't go anywhere!"

Before I can say anything, she blazes on out. Like, full force super sprint. I think I get it now.

"Woah, girl be on those next level energy drinks!"

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Kitsu POV

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'I just met THE Static Shock!' I am totally freaking out as I run towards the Dallon house.

Approaching the house, I knock on the door, waiting, waiting, waiting. I knock again.

Amy opens the door.

"What Kitsu, What do-" She starts annoyed but I run past her towards their kitchen.

"No time need pen and paper!" Going through their drawers I find what I need. Turns out every family has a junk drawer.

Mark is at the kitchen table talking to Carol. Well, they're looking over to me now.

I stare at them, paper and pen in hand.

They stare at me.

"Kitsu, what are you?" Mark starts.

"No time need autograph!" I shout, cutting him off before running out of the house.

I hear Carol shout something at me as I rush past Amy who tries to grab me.

Running on the fumes I got from Static accidentally hitting me, I make it back to the spot in about ten seconds, all together this took me one minute.

'He's still here!' I run up to him holding out the pen and paper.

"Uh, where'd you get that?" He asked

"A friend's house." I say excitedly, I think my voice went up a few octaves.

"Alright, uh is there anything unique ya want, I know you go by Kitsu, but is that-"

"It is my name."

"Alright, always happy to meet a fan, 'To my-' there's no ink in this."

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"NOOOOOOOOO!" 'Why? What did I do to deserve this?' Falling to the ground on my hands and knees I contemplate my life choices.

"Uh, look, I'd love stay an' hang, but I gotta jet, get home an all that." He pulls out his saucer and hops on it.

"Wait, what are you doing in Brockton Bay? Don't you live in the Midwest? Will you be staying long?"

"Yeah, I'm from Dakota city, I'm here cus, well, I guess it's fine to tell, maybe you can help. I gotta, let's call her a friend, she needs help and she ran away here. I'm try'n to find her, bring her home and get her the help she needs." If this Static is similar to the one I'm familiar with, that could mean a few capes, from Nails to She-Bang. Assuming they're here in this world.

"We talking, physical help? Or mental?" I can't see anyone in their right mind coming to Brockton Bay for help with anything, unless it was on how to develop a drug addiction.

Rubbing the back of his head he starts. "She, had it rough, I really don't think it's my place to say."

"Mental, got it. She got a name? Cape name or civilian?"

He looks a mix between suspicious and surprised. "Sure, she goes by Permafrost."

"Blue skin, white hair, wears a blue winter coat?" I haven't seen her, I just know her from, before.

He flies closer. "Yes! Where is she?" 'He really cares huh?'

"Have you tried the Trainyard or the Docks? That's where most of the homeless wind up, that or with the Merchants, but let's not think of that." The girl that can freeze a city when having an episode? Yeah, no, let's not give her a cocaine addiction.

He lowers and sits on the edge of his saucer, head in hand. Looking sad

"I have tried, But the boss lady at HQ up in the Rig says she can't risk tossin me to the wolves like that." He says exasperatedly.

"In other words, your being red taped because they don't wanna risk a PR incident in the event that you get hurt." I say flatly.

He looks surprised at that.

"Uh, yeah, somethin like that. Now I see what the Thinker rating is for." He said that last part under his breath.

"Then I got nothing. I'mma go return this and find some Nazis to terrorize. Unless you go break some rules knees, and hearts together and attck the Merchants?" I bat my eyes at him and smile.

"The whole reason I can even be here is cuz I'm playing by the rules. So as much as I'd love to bust some heads in, I can't unless they start somethin first." He looks sad about that, Guess he's encountering the same issue as Vista then. All this power to help people, and you can't because politics.

"This is why I never joined the Wards, well that and they're all liars. I'll see you around Vergil." I say and leave.

"Okay? Bye." He waves, hops back up on his saucer and takes off. Presumably to find another alleyway to dress down in.

Walking back to the Dallons house took about half an hour without the energy to speed. Walking up to the door I just open it, I don't knock this time that was just me being polite. They don't lock their doors for some reason, probably because you'd have to be insane to just waltz into a cape family's home uninvited.

As I slump through the house Mark and Carol are still at the table and now looking at me.

"Wanna tell us why you broke into our house and stole a pen and a piece of paper?" Mark says. Carol is next to him just fuming at me.

"I ran into Static Shock, I wanted an autograph, the pen didn't have ink." I said sadly, my ears down against my head and my tail dragging as I put the pen and paper back where I got them in the junk drawer.

"And why, did you break into our house for the pen and paper?" Carol repeats.

"Because I didn't know where else to go that was nearby."

"So why OUR house!?" She shouted

"BECAUSE IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED! I'M HOMELESS AND HAVE NO WHERE ELSE!" I shout back. "I can't go to the homeless shelters because of my infamy and age, they'd just put me through the foster system. Nowhere will hire me because of my age, despite my abilities and intelligence. And the only jobs available to me are PRT Wards mascot, or other, much less reputable things I'd rather not say." I'm ready to cry at this point in my rant.

Because it's true, aside from Wade, who I only talk to on occasion, and [Conduit] who hides anytime other shards are around, I am perpetually on the move and homeless. Heck I've been sleeping in Delgatto's house two blocks down because they're not in town. If anyone asks that window was broke when I before I got there.

"..." Carol actually looks ashamed of herself.

'I can use this.' Pity hasn't failed me before

"I, I'll just go." I turn to leave.

"Kitsu wait." Mark says. "Carol, can I talk to you in the living room?"

"Yeah."

'Success?'

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Mark POV

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'I figured something was up.' She literally showed up almost every day since the monopoly game. Although day two was just to drop off a stolen TV. Which Vicky returned. Only for Kitsu to show up two days later with another TV and receipt this time, and to talk to Amy. She refused to talk.

'Really should have figured this out sooner.' Kitsu never stayed in one place long, and she is a notorious thief, not so much a grand, or even a good one, she just steals all the time.

"Carol we can't let her go back out there." I say seriously after closing the door to the kitchen

"I know, but what are we supposed to do? It's not like we can adopt her." She said almost immediately.

"... Can we?"

"No Mark, she's a Case 53, by all legal rights she is citizen of no country as she never signed on with the PRT. You can't adopt someone who technically doesn't exist legally. Even then, adoption is a massive jump."

"I know, I just, there has to be something we can do. We're supposed to be the good guys, we can't just ignore a lonely homeless little girl who is possibly starving."

"Said little girl is a known possible S class threat. And I know for a fact she isn't starving; she steals our food."

"It wouldn't be the first time we took in a little girl with nowhere to go." I say quietly.

"That was different and you know it." She glares at me.

"Carol, please, you know what the right thing is. We even have a guest room we never use."

"... Fine, but if she starts acting up, I'm turning her over to the PRT."

"Alright, there's the heroine I fell in love with." I hug her.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" She says with anger, but the way the edges of her lips twitch tells me it's false. "I've always been this way."

"Yes you have." I lean down and kiss her.

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Kitsu POV

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'That was so sweet!'

I'm up against the door listening in. And can't help but get excited. I hear them separate and turn start to get closer.

'Crap!'

I hurry and run over to the table and sit down staring at the wall. As they enter the room I hear them walk over to the table, pull out chairs, and sit down. I look at them.

"..."

"Kitsu, we have an, offer for you." Mark starts.

"Okay."

"We would feel much better, if you had a safe place to sleep, and eat."

"Your not trying to offer me a place to stay, just so you can try and sell me to the PRT or human traffickers, are you?" I know it's unnecessary, but if I just jump up and say yes, it'll look suspicious.

"What?! No why would you think that!" Carol shouts.

"Only if you do something bad enough that we have to turn you over to the PRT." Mark says calmly.

'Damn, between them, Vicky and Gallant, and Assault and Battery, opposites really do attract.'

"Mark!"

"I'm being honest and straight forward with her."

"To answer your question, it's because it happened before." That got them to turn their attention back towards me.

"What? Last time I was in Brockton a few years ago I was eating at a Chinese buffet, they drugged me and put me on auction, turned out it was an ABB front and they drugged anyone who came in alone. It was actually Lung that saved me. He likes me cus I got him that fancy dragon moniker. I eat there for free now. After killing the chef that drugged me." That was honestly one of the scariest moments of my current life, I also learned that unable to die, doesn't mean unable to be knocked out by sedatives. Good to know.

"That, that just proves my point. The fact you can say that with a straight face." Mark said as he put his head in his hands.

"Look, Kitsu, we're willing to give you a place to sleep and eat. But! You have to follow a few rules." Carol starts.

"I'm listening."

"One, you can't trash the place. Two, you can't be wandering off, if you go somewhere, one of us needs to know. And three, no killing or stealing. Heroes don't kill, or steal." She lists off.

"I'm not a hero, I'm a rogue, a vigilante."

"If your gonna stay here then you're a New Wave hero." She counters.

"So that's your game, you just wanna recruit me like The Empire and the PRT." I Accuse.

"Not at all, if you don't want to be a hero that's fine, but you're not going to be a rogue or villain." Mark chimes in.

Honestly, I'd be a fool to turn down this offer, but I would be remis to not negotiate either.

"What if they are trying to kill me, can I kill in self defense?"

Mark goes to answer. "No. Not unless it is absolutely unavoidable."

"Okay, what about stealing? Can I steal from criminals."

"I'm not entirely okay with that." He says.

"The TV was bought with money I stole from a drug lab." I point out.

"..." Mark goes to say something before the sentence registers.

"That." He starts before sighing in defeat. "I need a drink."

'I'm sorry Mark! You're a good guy, I don't wanna see you hurt like this!'

"..." Carol just stares me down.

"No more going off on your own, if you do something, let someone in the house know."

I cross my arms. "Why not! It's not like I can be hurt."

"You can apparently be drugged, and restrained."

She got me there. "Fine, I'll let someone know."

'I can totally find ways around this.'

"Alright, now finally. You're going to school."

'Nope, no deal! It was nice, but no.' I stand up and start to walk away.

"NOPE! Have a nice day."

Mark stands up. "Wait, why not!"

Looking back, I regard him with a flat look. "Because I have no need? I'm far too smart for school."

"You're a child."

"If you check the PRT database I'm classified as a Thinker level four, I'm not going to school."

"Then you're not staying here."

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-Next day-

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I caved.

They were going to send me to elementary school, because they thought I was like, 8. I had to explain I was 12, ish, and just physically short. Amy and Victoria? Yeah, they aren't happy. Mark and Carol didn't tell them about all this, so they're not exactly kosher with the idea of the little girl who outed Amy when she wasn't ready, now living with them. They also gotta go through a metric shit ton of paperwork, or rather, Carol does. Because she's the lawyer.

'I'll just test out. How hard could that be?' I think glumly to myself. 'At least I have my own bed now.'

I'll be honest here, I think the only reason Mark pushed for this, is because I remind him of Little Vicky, his daughter before she grew up and got too cool for things like hanging out with dear old dad. Man is depressed and I resemble his little girl, and I actively chose to hang out with him. So yeah, my first impression on him was rather positive.

Carol, on the other hand? Yeah, that is entirely political. I am powerful, on good terms with Lung himself, the PRT have been trying to capture and or recruit, and I am now the newest member of the New Wave movement. Talk about a middle finger to the opposing team, I kinda respect it.

How do I know that? She told me when Mark left to get the guest room ready. So here I am, in a car, heading to a court house to get me registered as a legal citizen. Turns out there was a process for Case 53's to become citizens without joining the PRT. It was just a long, complicated, and ridiculous process. And the only reason Carol knew about it was because this was her area of expertise.

"I'm bored!" I said.

"Deal with it." Carol said.

"How about a game of 'I spy'?" Mark said happily.

'At least I have my own bed now.' I reminded myself.

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Bonus

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Director Emily Pigot POV

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"You're telling me, you encountered Kitsu, had extended time in which she was in one spot. And chose NOT to call it in? And the only reason I know about it, is because Clockblocker heard you mention it to Gallant?" I swear, these Wards are far more work than they're worth. Their newest transfer, Vergil Hawkins, or Static Shock, from the Wards in Dakota city was seated in front of her in her office.

"Now, I know that looks bad, but I'm tellin' ya, nothing happened! She didn't do anything other than ask for an autograph!" He defends.

"That is not the point, what is, is the fact that you disregarded protocol." Pointing at him I continued. "Not only that, you were given VERY clear instructions, when encountering Kitsu, a known S Class threat, on the priority list!"

"Why's she even on that list? She's a little girl aint she? That list is for Big Bads, Like Lung, Kaiser, Nilbog, and the Faerie Queen."

"Because." I start and hold up my fingers. "One, she is friends with Nilbog. Two, she is on good terms with Lung. Three, Kaiser is trying to recruit her, despite her antagonism towards The Empire 88. Four! The Faerie Queen herself warned us about how 'her abilities cannot be conformed to our system and it's arbitrary limitations, we would be wise to disregard what we know about capes when dealing with her.'! And five! She pushed back Behemoth, in less than hour, without injury to herself!" I ran out of fingers, so I didn't continue with how she was erratic, a blind spot, or that the higher ups want her on our side so bad they are willing sacrifice a cape or two to get her on our side.

"Not to mention she killed Clockblocker, and then bought him back." I finish queitly.

"Well, when you put it like that-." He starts.

"Console duty, two weeks, get out." I cut him off.

He gets up and leaves without another word.

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"Where's my bourbon. I swear, everything about that gremlin just serves to cause me more and more headaches. Next thing I know, she might join New Wave, if for no other reason than the for the world to spite me." I snort at that, Kitsu was unpredictable at the best of times, completely driven by what she wants, mixed with spite towards others, and a poor impulse control.

'And all the power to get away with it.' Panacea claimed Kitsu said she could fully warp reality within a certain distance of herself, if that was true then did she simply lack a Manton limit? Capable of using her power to warp herself into being invulnerable? If so, then why did Clockblockers ability work on her? If reality was her toy, then his powers should have no effect.

'No, there is something else, Kitsu probably said that in hopes of messing with them.'

Dealing with Kitsu has been an absolute shitfest. First Armsmaster is on mandatory leave for another week for rushing off, Dragon has been awfully quiet about everything, though given what happened last time she encountered Kitsu five years ago she couldn't blame the Agoraphobe. Clockblocker, VOLUNTEERED, console duty in order to avoid ever having to deal with Kitsu again. Vista is awfully quiet on the matter; she too was traumatized by the event at the mall. Her best friend dying in her arms, her unable to stop it, and then the one killing him turns around and saves him.

'Not exactly what happened, but that's about how she sees it.'

Gallant has lost all faith in his empath abilities, what with how he was unable to determine that Amy was homosexual and not jealous of her sister for dating him. Though that was probably for the best in the long run. He was a good kid, but he was horrible at jumping to the wrong conclusions, and his powers only made him even more sure he was right, with this he might be able to gain a little more insight.

And not to mention Panacea being forced out of the closet has possibly made her a target of E88. The idiots that they were, she was sure they wouldn't actually do anything to her. Even the Merchants know not to attack a healer.

All of this was the result of ten minutes interacting with Kitsu.

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