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Kitsu POV

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I hate this. I'm sat in an office between Mark and Carol staring at a lady, a Ms. Cope by the desk plate, who keeps looking back to me nervously. I've never really considered it, what with the fact that I am under 5 feet tall and, in my own humble opinion, Adorable. But regular people seem to be terrified of me. I guess that video of me punching Behemoths head off really left an impact, and then there was Eagleton, I guess.

"So, Mrs. Dallon, with the, um, with the current circumstances, Kitsu would need to take an apprehension test with the PRT, to, gauge her powers, either that or give a full detailed description of all her powers." She says nervously.

"Hmm, no way around it in this case?"

"I'm afraid not, there is no loop hole in this case, it's a safety measure in the event that the individual ever become, unstable." She glances at me.

"I'm not gonna eat you." I speak up.

"Oh! I meant no offence! I just, never met a Case 53 and, never mind." She makes a point to not look at me anymore.

I turn to Carol. "What's the apprehension test?"

"It's a series of test over sighted to determine your capabilities. Basically, they want to see what you can do."

"I'm fairly certain I've shown them what I can do."

"In a controlled environment where they can accurately measure you? I don't think you have." I'm starting to see where Amy got part of her attitude from.

"Is there any way I can get out of that?" I really don't wanna go near the PRT, unless it was to mess with them, cuz fuck'em.

"No, there isn't, even if you get your citizenship through them, the test is mandatory." Ms. Cope says apologetically.

I need a way around this. I've deliberately kept the method to my powers hidden. Any time I ran out of energy or I think the opponent will figure out it out, I flee. It was why I always fled from Assault when he showed up, his power to redirect energy would let him easily pick up on the inconsistency and eventual decrease in force or output as a fight goes on.

'Maybe I could just get Vicky or Mark to hit me a bit before I go take the test, if I store up enough energy it could last me through the test. Or I could electrocute myself, that's always fun.' I think sarcastically.

Last time I was electrocuted I was fighting Behemoth, it knocked me out from the pain, then woke me up from the pain, and I decided playing the long game with glass daggers was over rated and wanted to be done with it before he could try that shit again.

"Hmm, okay. But! I want Dominoes." 'What? I like pizza, and there is no way I'm getting out of this without running away. Might as well get something out of it.' I can't run away, not now, that would just alienate me from the Dallons. And I need to be close to them so that I can try and help them, and possibly avoid the shit storm that is Gold Morning, or at least mitigate some of the damage from it. Maybe save Taylor. Definitely gonna try and save Amy, and the others that died during Leviathan at least, and I'm gonna kill Jack, that should buy the world a few years, hopefully.

Mark smiles at me. "I'm sure we can get some on the way home." That makes me pause.

Home, when was the last time I had one? I, don't think I ever had one in the five years I've been here.

"Okay, with that I just need some basic information. Gender?"

"Uh, girl." At least she asked.

"Height?"

"Four feet, not including the ears" I'm smol.

"Weight?"

"Uh, I never checked."

"We can leave that one blank for now."

"Age?"

"Eleven." Well, this body is chronologically eleven, physically twelve, and mentally twenty-ish.

"Okay, unusual features?"

"Fox ears, no human ears. Slitted pupils, elongated canines. And fwuffy fox tail!" I say bring my tail up and hugging it.

"Okay, just about done here." How do people type so fast? I could barely get out ten words a minute.

(A/N the most relatable I've ever made Kitsu in relation to myself)

"Shouldn't all this be done at, like, a doctor's office?"

"It can be, or I can save everyone the trouble and have one of my friends retroactively approve the info." She says without looking up from her computer.

"I'm pretty sure that is illegal." I say.

"Kitsu." Carol says.

"What?"

"Stop."

I stopped. 'Better get my pizza.' I pout.

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-Later that day-

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'I got my pizza! Mushroom stuffed crust!' I think happily while eating said pizza.

I'm sitting in the Dallon house kitchen, with Victoria glaring at me and Amy just giving me resting bitch face. Mark is here too, he's at the counter doing dishes and talking to Carol.

I hold out a slice to Amy "Pizza?"

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"No." Aww, she's shy, or still mad at me.

Victoria looks like she's had enough. "Can someone please tell why the brat is here?!"

Mark piped up first. "Because she was homeless, out of options, and we help people."

"Your father convinced me. Said it would be good for the New Wave image, Sarah agreed." Carol piped in.

Vicky stands up from the table. "This is bullshit!"

"You're just jealous you don't get pizza! Mlnn!" I stick out my tongue.

"Vicky, Kitsu, be nice." Mark said. Finishing up the dishes.

"I don't see why I should have to!"

"Because I live here now? And last time we fought you got foamed to a street lamp?"

"Are you trying to pick a fight?" She glares.

"Are you?" I eat a slice of pizza. I was about throwing a piece at her, but I thought better of it.

"Maybe!"

Carol steps in. "Vicky, Kitsu, knock it off."

Amy gets up from the table. "If you need me I'll be in my room."

"Wait. Don't go PanPan! Stay, I have so much to offer you! Like a slice of pizza!" I am just hamming it up at this point. This is the longest I've interacted with anyone in person that didn't end in a fight.

"Don't call me that." She didn't look at me. And kept walking down the hall.

"I love you! Goodnight!"

*Slam*

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"I don't think she likes me."

"I wonder why." Vicky retorts.

I just sit there and continue to eat my pizza. This is rather nice, not having to worry about anything. No PRT to try and capture me, no aggravated or fearful citizens upset I broke into their kitchen, no cops trying to arrest me for stealing food. This is nice. After finishing my pizza, I get up, breakdown the box and throw it away.

"Thank you for the food!"

"You're welcome Kitsu, now we would like ask you a few things." Mark says.

He goes over to the table and sits down, same as Carol. I go back to my seat.

"We would like to know your powers." Mark says. Looking dead serious.

"Aren't I going to take a test for this?" I ask. 'Where are they go with this?'

Carol leans back and crosses her arms. "We all know you're going to at least try, to find a way to cheat the test." She says.

'Credit where it's due, she's right.' I have a choice here, lie, and ostracize myself if they ever find out. Or tell the truth and reveal a secret I've tried to keep for years. At this point, I'll be honest, if my lie is ever uncovered, I could lose ALL the goodwill Mark is extending to me with all this.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone, ever, even if you think it would save me." I say seriously, narrowing my eyes to be slits. When I say that, I mean my pupils actually do that, yeah I can dilate my slitted pupils on command, screws with my vision but I imagine it looks cool and or intimidating.

"Okay." Mark says. But I just stare at Carol.

"..." Okay Imma pull another dick move.

"Trust is a two way street Carol, I need some before you get some, you have to give some." The way she glared, I'm lucky she didn't have laser eyes, or I'm pretty sure my immortality would have met its match.

Even Mark is staring between us wide eyed.

After a long second, she finally speaks. "Fine."

"And I'm only telling you two." I look pointed at Vicky who just rolls her eyes and gets up. Waiting for her to leave the room.

Here we go. "Okay, first off I can't die."

Carol starts rolling her eyes "Kitsu just because you have a high brute-" I cut her off.

"No, I mean part of my power, my main one, is preventing me from ever dying, I could drown, be incinerated, launched into space, be eaten by Leviathan, struck by lightning. I won't be physically harmed, I can get sick oddly enough, but anything that would be lasting just, goes away. Still hurts though."

Mark and Carol stare at me wide eyed. They say nothing so I continue.

"Apart from it hurting me, I absorb energy and use it to empower myself."

"Like Assault?" Mark asks

"No, he redirects kinetic energy, impacts and the like. I absorb and store all forms of energy acted upon me, mainly kinetic and heat, but I can also absorb electricity, sound, radiation, and more, just not as easily or efficiently. I then use the energy to enhance myself." No need to tell them that I slowly loose the stored energy as excess heat, it's why I wear what I do, which is always shorts and sleeveless shirts, I get hot as hell! I measured my own temp once when I had electrocuted myself, knife in an outlet, and I found my body goes up to a resting 101 Fahrenheit when I don't use the energy! That's 38 Celsius! And I just felt a little warm.

Carol just rubs her temples as I explain. Seeing people's reactions to this type of stuff is fun! "And the other stuff?" She says tiredly.

"I can see inside people when I touch them and use the energy to rearrange things, I use a roundabout method with this to heal others, though if I'm honest, Clockblocker was the first time I tried it." And probably the last given how draining it was. It was a half-truth; I am essentially a watered-down Panacea.

"Okay no more doing that." She says sternly.

"No more healing people?" I say confused. I'd have thought with a second Panacea she would be over the moon.

"What she means is no more trying untested things on people out of the blue." Mark says helpfully.

"It's not like I ever planned on trying it, I just didn't wanna be the reason a Ward died."

"That's good." Mark says with a smile.

"Moving on, there is one more thing you're forgetting to mention." What could she? Oh! Right.

"Oh, the Illusions, so long as I have the energy stored, and can picture it, I can make hard light facsimiles of what I am thinking of, sight, sound, and touch. In other words, if I can see it in my head, I can make everyone else see it too. They're pretty fragile though. An unpowered punch wouldn't hurt them, but a swing from a baseball bat would outright shatter them." I'm almost finished.

I'm not telling them about my power to make others fall in love with me. I'll not say I never intend to use it, but awareness is its main weakness, and telling them I can make anyone fall in love with me is just asking for them to mistrust me and second guess every thought they have about me. Same with my ability to blend in and not be noticed by hiding my Case 53 features.

"So you're a combination of Amy, Assault, Nix, and Alexandria, on steroids?" Carol says looking down at the table while running her hands through her hair.

"I don't have an in-depth knowledge of biology like Amy, the impacts and hits still hurt, my illusions are made of refracted energy not smoke, and I can't fly, but yeah, that's about it." Add in a little Imp, who isn't a thing yet, and a minor HEAVILY restricted Heartbreaker, I take that back, who else can make others love them?

"Oh! And I can't get older." She shoots up a surprised look at me. Mark as well.

"What do you mean?" Mark asks with a tone I can't quite recognize.

"Just that, I am stuck this way, I can change my height, eye color, hair color, and proportions, but I will always end up defaulting back to this, and I don't change because it is painful. I just know I can." I can get older, but only if [Conduit] and I want me to. [Conduit] doesn't care, and I don't want to yet. I'm happy being a munchkin, people underestimate me, and I'm adorable! I still haven't been able to pull the who 'Oh you think you're soo cute?. - Bitch, I'm adorable' shtick yet. But if I ever do.

Both Carol and Mark are just staring at me. Carol gets up and walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine. She opens it, turns around and points to Mark.

"I just want to say, here and now, that this." She gestures to me. "Was your idea." She then takes a big swig straight from the bottle.

"What?" I say offended. "What did I do?"

"She's just jealous you don't have to grow up." Mark says placatingly.

'I mean, I don't age because I don't want to. But they don't need to know that. I wonder what Vicky is thinking? People seem to forget that my ears aren't just for show.'

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Victoria Dallon POV

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Hiding around corner I sneak back to my room and think on what I just heard.

'Holy shit. She knew Kitsu was powerful but, Immortality? As in, can't die, can't age, can't be injured? That's bullshit!' How was that fair! If I get hit twice, I get injured! And she simply can't be? What did she do to deserve that?

'No, that's not fair.' I think calmly, it's not like anyone got to choose their powers, hating her for her abilities would be kinda racist. In a sense.

"I need to tell Dean about this, maybe he'll know how to handle this." Pulling out my phone at shoot Dean a text.

(Hey gotta tell u sumthin)

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(What?)-D

(U know Kitsu? Apparently she's immortal)-V

(?)-D

(I need more context, technically Aegis is immortal. And its not all that impressive)-D

(She can't die at all. This isn't sum 'blind me I see out my skin' deal that Aegis has going on, she cannot be harmed)-V

(Ok that is a bit of a big deal. How do u know.)-D

Uh oh, she kinda forgot that she wasn't supposed to talk about Kitsu joining New Wave until the big reveal.

(I may have overheard it somewhere)-V

(Vicky, you know that's not right)-D

(What r u talkin bout?)-V

(Vicky)-D

(Did you spy on Kitsu?)-D

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(No?)-V

(Then how do you know?)-D

(Magic?)-V

(U know I have to tell Pigot right?)-D

Oh shit! If her mom found out she let this slip, she would ground her for life!

(YOU CANT MOM WILL KILL ME!)-V

(Why would she? What does she have to do with this?)-D

Shit!

(pls don't tell!)-V

(I have to. If I don't and they find out I'll be slapped with console duty like Static! Or worse suspended!)-D

(you'll get me in trouble!)-V

(I'll get me in trouble!)-D

(So!)-V

(No, this information is going straight to Director Pigot.)-D

(I'm never telling u anything again!)-V

(That was me, Armsmaster, Gallant has had his phone confiscated for being on it in a meeting. Also, thank you for the information.)

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She was so dead.

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-Next day-

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Kitsu POV

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1 pm, that's when I woke up, I went to bed at 10 pm. I slept in my own proper bed for the first time in years. And it was GLORIOUS! Until Carol woke me up, I was asleep so long she had thought I snuck out and left an illusion of myself in bed, so she slapped me. Not the best way to wake up.

I am now watching TV with her in the living room watching Kitchen Nightmares from Earth-Aleph. Pouting at her.

"You could have just shaken me awake." I say quietly.

"You can't be hurt, get over it."

I snap over to look at her "Just because it doesn't harm me doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!"

She raises an eyebrow at me. "How does that work? Sounds like a load of bull."

"Because my nerves still register the shock! The energy just doesn't linger long enough to cause a bruise or anything."

"Just shut up and watch TV, I'm expecting a phone call soon and you'll need to be quiet." 'Rude bitch, soon as I find ways of discreetly irritating you I will'

"Where's Mark?"

"Grocery shopping." She says plainly.

This woman has two modes, resting bitch, and active bitch.

'I guess it makes sense she would become a lawyer.' I turn back to the TV.

"Donkey!" Gordon says as he tosses a sandwich at someone.

*Shnrk* Ah, Gordon Ramsay, you will never cease to entertain me.

"Should I be concerned you find this funny?"

Without looking away from the TV I respond "Well, one of the first times I met Assault I threw a piece of pizza at his face."

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"If-" *RRRRIINNNGGG* Whatever she was about to say was cut off by her phone.

"Hello? Yeah, no, now's fine." She gets up and puts a hand over her phone. "Stay quiet."

She then walks out of the room to talk to whoever called her. I could eavesdrop, but Gordon is about to start announcing who's going home.

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Carols POV

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Talking to Sarah is always nice, right now they were discussing Kitsus' placement in New Wave.

"Yeah, she's just watching TV. If it weren't for the Case 53 aspect, she'd look like a standard kid."

"That's good, from what I'd heard she's a massive flight risk, whatever happened between her and the PRT the first time must have been exceptionally bad. I'm just glad she didn't join the Empire."

"Why would she? She doesn't seem to be that way, hell the night we offered to house her she broke in for a paper and pen to get an autograph from Static Shock. That new Ward who transferred."

"Oh, that is just adorable! I can just picture it." She said happily.

"It's annoying is what it is."

"Oh, don't be like that!"

"Anyway, what were you thinking? With her abilities she could easily clear out sections of the bay. Or help Amy in the hospital."

"Are sure it was the right move? Bringing her into New Wave? She has defied all my expectations of her, and I'm not sure that's a good thing."

"What do you mean?"

"I expected her to be a pain, wake up early, eat all our food, and make a mess, like a normal child. Instead, she has been completely tame, then only thing unusual was that she slept almost 15 hours, and then after that she just sat next to me watching TV, never asked for food, never asked to watch cartoons, all she did was ask where Mark was and try to talk with me."

"Isn't that a good thing? Why would it not? It sounds like she's taking the change in environment well."

"In case you forgot Sarah, she grew up orphaned, homeless on the streets, and constantly moving around from city to city her entire life since the PRT found her. She should be cagey, unstable, erratic, instead she is acting like well-adjusted little girl." It really was unusual, it was like she was used to living in a house, when to her knowledge, and everyone else's, she has been a street urchin her whole life, that kind of upbringing does not a normal child make.

"She's known to be unusually mature at times, maybe it's a part of her power? She is a grab bag cape, it's not out of the question for her to have a power that allows her to mentally adapt to new situations? I've heard weirder" If only it were that simple, that would explain everything, might even explain why she slept so long, if it were a mental rewiring sort of thing.

"No, not unless she lied about bits of her abilities." And with what she told her, there's not much for her to hide.

"What do you mean? You know what she can do?"

"Yes."

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"Well? What can she do?"

"I promised I wouldn't tell."

"Really? Can you at least promise me it's nothing unstable or dangerous?"

"That I can." Kitsu walked past me towards the door.

"I'm going out!" She says and walks out.

"Okay. Anyway, she's been well behaved and hasn't really caused any problems, it just has me worried she's planning something." I respond.

"Uh, Carol?" Sarah says over the phone.

"Was that Kitsu?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Did she just leave?"

'She did, why did I let that happen.'

"What! She just! I gotta go!" hanging up I rush out of the house only to see Kitsu gone. And Mark pulling into the drive way.

"Damn it!"

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Kitsu POV

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Interesting thing about my stranger power, if someone is distracted, they won't notice me unless I break their concentration. Walking to the door while Carol was on the phone and then leaving without her noticing me was easy, it was just a matter of her getting used to me being around, and thinking my appearance to be too outlandish.

'Besides, I told I was leaving and she said it was okay! I have a perfectly reasonable argument for not breaking the running off rule!'

As soon as I closed the door, I turned myself invisible and rushed over to the Delgatto house I'd been sleeping in before last night. I look through the window and wait for Mark and Carol to leave my view before I do anything else. Once I see them enter their house, I rush over to the Delgatto's kitchen and grab a fork.

"This is gonna suck!" I stick the fork in the outlet.

*ZZRT*

-Later-

'I will never get used to that.'

Waking up from the shock I see the clock on the counter, it's out.

'Looks like I caused a power outage in the house.' walking to the laundry room I switch the breaker off and on, restoring the power. Can't do to have my personal battery shutting down. I got enough to last me a day or two, if I don't use it. Newer houses have better surge protecters than older houses, so I didn't get as much as I would have from say, a house at the docks.

I look outside and see the sun is in the same spot and Marks car still in the driveway with the groceries in the backseat, looks like I haven't been out that long. Rushing out the missing window I run over to the car, sit on the roof and wait.

And wait.

And- oh! There's Mark and Carol walking out now.

Mark is looking behind him at carol as he walks out the door.

"I'm telling you she couldn't have gone far, if we just-" He looks ahead and sees me on the car. "Found her."

"Where the hell did you go!" Carol yells.

"Out. Like I said."

"Where?" She marches up.

"Here."

"Why didn't I see you when you I followed you out the door?" She's mad.

"Because I saw Mark in pulling up and wanted to surprise him, so I went invisible and ran around to the trunk to hide."

"Why did you leave?"

"Kitchen Nightmares was over; I couldn't find the remote. So, I was going to go and find something to do. You said okay. Oh! By the way can I help the PRT hunt Shadow Stalker, I heard about that and it sounds like fun."

I am full on trying to deflect here, I didn't think this far. And she is starting to scare me.

"Dear, maybe we should calm down first." Mark says, putting a hand on Carols shoulder.

Carol takes a deep breath. "Fine, but we will be talking about this later. Deal with your pet project."

'Okay, THAT was offensive!' I must've showed how offended I was because Mark just looked a me and smiled.

"Do you want to help me the groceries?"

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"Sure, why not." 'I hope they bought some pizza!'

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-Later, Nightfall-

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They didn't get pizza. We're eating baked potatoes with green beans, I loaded mine with cheese and butter. They're not bad, but, Carol is not a good cook. Victoria is here, Amy is absent. 'How does one mess up potatoes.' I think blandly.

"Where's Amy?"

"At the hospital." Carol said. She had sour cream and bacon bits in hers.

"Why? It's late." I know she pulls long hours, but it's almost 8 pm! On a weekend!

Vicky looks up. "Maybe she didn't want to eat with a stranger?"

'Oh? Two can play this game Glory Hole.'

"Maybe she didn't wanna hang around an overbearing sister who can't take a hint and stop trying to set her up." I say pointedly

"I'm only trying to help!" She shouts out. I know, but Vicky needs to realize that when people don't want help, you simply can't help them.

"Says the girl who couldn't even tell her own sister was uninterested in all they guys she threw at her!"

"Like you could do better!" She scoffs.

"Bet I could!" I really don't think I can, outside of blackmailing her into dating.

Carol goes to get up but Mark stops her.

"We should let them get this out of their systems." He said quietly.

"I'll not have them break anything." Carol whispers back.

"I don't think Kitsu would do anything, aside from earlier she's been nothing but well behaved." He reassures.

That made me happy. 'Love you too Mark! But I'm about cause your daughter some emotional damage!'

"It's not Kitsu I'm worried about." Carol hisses back. 'Oh.'

"I bet I could get Amy to date better than you could!" immature? Yes, but in order of who is on my shit list, Vicky is top of that list. Outside of nazis and pedos.

She leans back "Oh really? Little miss love guru, are we?" She says amusedly.

"More so than someone who can't keep a stable relationship." I say calmly, I bite my potato in victory. 'eugh, tinfoil.' picking the tinfoil out and continuing to eat. Victoria shoots up and goes to reach across the table, I close my eyes and create a plane of glass on top of her lap. Trapping her like a high chair meant for children. I folded the plane in on itself multiple times to increase its durability.

"What the?!" She shouts as she is forced down.

"Sit down!" Carol yells, before realizing Vicky was still seated. "Oh, uh."

"Let me up!" She yells at me. Thrashing against the invisible seatbelt.

"Carol said sit, so sit." I say smugly. If she were smart, she would just scoot back. Or break the chair, but then I would just move the plane, or create a second one, underneath, her. My eyes shoot open and I stand up.

"I have an idea!" I shout happily, losing focus and dropping the plane.

"Ragh!" Victoria flies up and goes to punch down on me.

"Victoria Dallon! Sit down now or so help me God!" Vicky stops at that, just floating in midair. Before she lowers down and sits back in her chair.

I stay in my position, wide eyed and slightly intimidated at Carol and how she can reign in Vicky like that.

"Can I go pick up Amy?" I say.

"How would you even do that?" Vicky seethes out.

I just wordlessly create a transparent glass plane under my feet and raise it, along with me, up.

"You can fly now?!" Vicky shouts.

"Great, more fliers, I have to go call Sarah." Carol gets up and leaves.

"Yes! Praise me mortals!" I laugh and stop just as I was about to hit my head on the ceiling.

'So glad I

"Kitsu, please sit down." Mark says. He finished his potato a while ago and had been collecting the dishes.

"But I just learned how to do this!" I whine.

"How are you doing that?"

"Oh, I'm creating a transparent illusion underneath me, and then just started moving it." I say now sitting on the edge instead of standing. I then start just moving around the room. I can't move the illusions very far from me, only about a hundred feet before they start to get muddled and inaccurate, though that range increases with energy. I kinda wanna fight Behemoth again so that I can absorb all the energy I can, I wanna try and throw him into the atmosphere by launching a platform under him.

Imma see how fast I can go.

"WEEEEEE!" Victoria reaches up and grabs my ankle.

"AAAH" I fall off and the glass saucer and onto the floor, the glass saucer dissipating.

"Vicky! Room! Now!" Mark Shouts.

"Fine! I was done eating anyway." She gets up and stomps away.

'I win!' In case It wasn't obvious, I don't like little miss Barbie Doll. While her being yelled at wasn't my goal, it still felt good to see her in trouble. I get up and looking over I see Vicky left her phone. And a notification just went off.

(3 new messages from: Ames)

"Wait, who'll go get Amy?"

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Amy Dallon POV

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"Where is she, why isn't she responding?"

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Bonus, kinda, more of a teaser,

WARNING. This gets a little dark, mentions drug use and manipulation of a minor.

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These people took her in, gave her flu shots, ones that made her happy instead of scared, made the whispers nicer. Though she was out and the funny man wouldn't give her more. And she hurt without it.

"Why? I, I, thought you were trying to help me."

"We is tryn'a help you, but you gotta helps us, this aint no charity." He said seriously with a frown.

"What, do you need help with?" He just smiled. That was good! If he was happy, he'd make her happy, right?

"That's what I'm talk'n bout!" He walks up and puts an arm around my shoulder. "You's sees, ol unky Skid is gonna give the lowdown. Money makes the world turn, without it, it stops, get it?"

"N-no, not really?" Her head hurt, she felt sick.

"We need money, no money, no drugs."

"Drugs?" weren't those bad, she wasn't taking drugs, was she? 'Mama would know what to do. I, I miss Mama.'

"Happy juice." 'Oh! That was fine, drugs were bad, and bad things make you sad, so the shots can't be drugs, he must've misspoken.'

"I, think I understand."

"Good, great! So ya see we needs the supplies, to make the money, and happy juice. And there's this nice little place in downtown that has all the supplies we need, nice little place, and we could use yous help to get the stuff."

They just need help getting more? Why didn't he just say so?

"I can help!"

"Fuckin ace!"

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-Early Morning, Dallon house-

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Kitsu POV

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I got up super early, the apprehension test is today and I think I have enough energy from the electric surge I got yesterday, but just to be sure however I ran over there and stuck a fork in the outlet again, switched the fuse box, rinse and repeat, might have stolen a pop tart. You can't prove anything.

After I woke up from being knocked out by the pain, I ran back to the Dallon house. And decided to start making coffee for my PanPan. I would cook, but it took me about half an hour to find the coffee. And I don't think I have the time to find everything. That, and I have to stand on a chair to reach the back of the counter. And I don't want to go through all that.

I really wanna make a good impression on these people, mostly Amy and Mark, maybe Carol. Fuck Vicky at this point, if it wouldn't end badly for me, I'd use my bio kinesis to make her fat or something.

"Stupid Vicky, *Mumble* tag *Mumble* she'll be it." I really don't like Vicky right now.

'I get that I'm intruding on her home life and taking the spot light away from her. But she is being unreasonably antagonistic!'

After making the coffee my ear swivels over as I hear footsteps coming from the hall. Turning around I see Amy, walking down with a baggy shirt and jeans.

"PANPAN!" I jump up.

"Don't yell, and don't call me that." 'Aw, she's still shy!'

Grabbing the coffee and pouring a mug, I hop off the chair and rush over to her handing her the cup.

She just stares at me. "Is that poisoned?" That's cute.

"Amy, if I wanted you dead, I would shake your hand and give you cancer by denaturing the telomeres in your DNA, you would die in a few months, and it would be deemed natural cause." I say with a smile. She just stared wide eyed. Then takes the coffee from me.

"Fuck it, if it is poisoned then at least it'll be quick." 'YES!'

"Yes!" I shout happily, step 1 to friendship is a go!

"What are you so happy about?" She said, eyeing me wearily.

"Because you accepted something from me! That means you trust me." I say with my tail wagging upwards happily. She just raises the mug to her mouth

"If cuteness could be weaponized." She says quietly taking a sip.

'Who says I'm not weaponizing it, I got into your house didn't I' I think to myself. And my happy mood is ruined by Vicky walking in. Wearing light-blue skinny jeans, and a blue band T-shirt.

"Oh, it's you." My tail and ears drooping with my smile.

"What is that supposed to mean!" She says stomping over to me.

"Just what I said, it's you." I say innocently, cocking my head to the side. "Are you not you? Are you a shapeshifter pretending to, be you? OH! Maybe your name is Yu! And you ARE, a shapeshifter and you got surprised because you thought I called you out! If you are a shapeshifter, can you be a nicer version of Vicky?" I am completely chewing this scene; the look of offense and confusion is priceless.

*SCHNRT*

Snapping my head over to Amy, who is covering her mouth.

She notices us looking, and likely my widening smile, and just coughs, looking away.

"This coffee is shit." She says. Not looking at us.

"Language~." I say cheekily.

"English, now fuck off." She finishes her coffee before continuing. "Alright Vicky, can you give me a ride to school with you?"

"Yeah, sure thing. Anything to get away from this gremlin." She makes it sound like a bad thing. I get an idea. Amy walks away towards the door. I enhance my perception and grab Vicky's hand.

I see inside her body, someone's a few days away from a period, let's speed that up, and let's facilitate a mutation on a few melanocytes on her face, right on the nose. In layman's terms, I'm speeding up her period to happen in a few hours, hopefully in the middle of school, and giving her a mole on her nose. Amy could probably fix the second problem, but the first? I don't know. Maybe.

I can't just make her fat out of nowhere, that would be way too noticeable, but periods happening early every once in a while? And skin cells can mutate overnight all the time.

Letting my perception drop and letting her hand go I just smile up at her.

"What?" She says, looking at me weirdly.

"I'unno, just thought I'd high five you. And messed up." she just rolls her eyes.

"Fuckin weirdo." She says as she walks off.

I just sit at the table and wait for Carol and Mark as I think about what is about to happen. When a few minutes later Vicky stomps back in, passes me, and goes to her room. A few minutes later she steps out in darker baggier pants, goes across the hall to the bathroom. And after that stomps back out.

"What happened?" I say confused.

"None of your business brat."

'Okay, I know she didn't start yet so- Amy.'

I'm an idiot, Amy probably got close to her, touched her, and immediately knew what was about to happen, and warned her. Probably fixed the wart before it could pop up too.

"Darn it."

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-Time skip, Midday-

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Turns out Amy and Vicky are the only early risers in the Dallon house. As Mark and Carol got up an hour later at like nine. We had breakfast, Toast and cereal, and headed over to The Rig. We head to a designated parking lot and got picked up by a helicopter.

'That has to be the most inefficient method of travel. I mean isn't jet fuel expensive? I hope they had Armsmaster work on all the helicopters to enhance fuel efficiency.'

Whereas in Boston the PRT was based in a courthouse looking building, here in Brockton Bay It has a more modern, geometric shape to it, looks more like a police station, mixed with a hospital. Oh, and it's in the middle of the bay and on what looks like an oil rig platform. Mark is here, he was going to stay home, but I encouraged him to come.

We fly down on the helipad and walk out to the entrance, it's a rather sunny day, makes the fact that I'm running a high temp from all the energy stored in me even more annoying, to mitigate this I illusion up a paper fan and start using it. Of course, the PRT officers at the front take offense to me using my powers and aim guns at me.

"Go ahead and shoot me, you'll be the ones to explain to Pigot why I destroyed the front doors." The both paused at that. Looking to each other they lower their guns.

"Wunderbar! Let's get this show on the road." As I go to walk up the steps into the building, a familiar figure in blue armor steps out.

"ROBOCOP!" I shout, jumping up. Hoping to piss him off.

"Armsmaster." He grits out.

"Aaawww." I say as I slump.

"Pfft." Mark almost laughs.

"Mark!" Carol whispers at him.

"I-I'm, I just need a second. That caught me off guard."

After composing himself we walk up the steps and meet with Armsmaster. Carol and Mark are left somewhere else to file some more paperwork, something about using PRT equipment and NDA's about it. He guides us inside and past a few desks and to a big set of doors. Inside was a massive room, it was pretty much a replica of the training room in Boston, just a little different. There was a bunch of equipment in the room. From what looks like a

Turning to Armsmaster I ask the blaring question.

"You're not gonna try and foam me again, are you?"

"That was a hacker-" I cut him off.

"That's a lie and we both know it. Where's Dragon, I haven't seen her in years?"

*Krzzt* the intercom blares.

"I'm here, the director thought it prudent for to oversee and analyze the tests." There's the A.I. Waifu!

"Oh, how are you?"

There was a noticeable pause.

"I am, good?" She said perplexed.

"Are you?" I just wanna mess with someone.

"Why do you ask?"

"I wanted to know if you got with your crush yet." 'Gremlin mode, activate.' I think mischievously

"HOW DO YOU?! *Ahem* What do you mean?" I just smile.

"Hey Armsmaster, what's that?" I point behind him. As soon as he turned, I pointed at him and smiled at the nearest camera.

"That is a wall, let's go, we've delayed enough." He marches over to a set of bars and grabs them.

'Man, this guy is as oblivious as a Shonen protagonist.'

The tests then went as follows.

Strength test, using tungsten pressure sensors, I broke the sensors.

A standard G.E.D. Test. I got flying colors, but absolutely bombed the history segment, everything past the fifties is different.

Then a predictor test where it felt like the world's biggest mousetrap game. I failed.

A stress test, they just kept firing a laser at me to increasing levels of force, giving me free energy. They had to stop at a certain point when the lights started to flicker. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as electrocution. They tested my illusions; I made sure not to show them anything they haven't seen already. Glass Storm, Decoy, and Glass Plane and Glass Sword are all I've shown. Though I am working on more, like a Glass Drill, and refining my Glass saucer.

This train of events went on and on until we finished with a stamina run on the treadmill. The entire test took about four hours, two of them were the stamina running, and I just hopped off the treadmill because I was bored. I learned how to absorb the heat I produce a while ago, it's not perfect and it's a series of diminishing returns, not a perfect feedback loop of endless energy. Although it does keep me cool.

"Why did you stop?" Armsmaster says.

"I'm bored, and let's be honest, this is enough for you to understand my basic capabilities."

"Dragon?" He shouts out.

"She's not wrong. We have the data for a baseline of her physical capacities. And the data we already have on file is enough to form a rating file." Her Newfoundland accent sounding out over the speakers.

"Out of curiosity, what is my threat rating?" I genuinely want to know what they have for me.

"I literally cannot tell you that."

"LAME!" I shout at the ceiling. I'll just call Wade later and get the info from him. Haven't talked to him in a while, wonder how he's doing.

I'm starting to get hungry,

"Hey, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?" I say directing myself towards the nearest camera.

Dragon comes out over the speakers again. "The cafeteria is open all day."

"These terms are acceptable." I say haughtily, turning to Armsmaster I hold out a hand daintily. "Your princess gives you permission to escort her, oh knight of the halbeard." I love being dramatic.

He just stares at me before turning and walking to the door. 'Jeez, would it kill him to play along just a little?'

"Follow me." He goes further and steps out the doors.

"I don't know what you see in him. You could totally do better." I regard the nearest camera again.

"He's a lot better when you get to know him." She says, almost like she was apologizing for him.

"He acts like an A.I., one with a poor understanding of human social, everything." Yes, I said A.I. in front of Dragon on purpose.

Armsmaster pops back into the room. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah, yeah." I walk over to him. As soon as he turns around, I jump onto his shoulders and my upper body on his head.

"What the?!" He goes to throw me off, but I enhance my strength to stay latched on. "Why are on me?"

"I'm tired! I don't wanna walk, and you make a decent mobile platform." I'm not tired, I just don't wanna walk.

"No, now get off." He says.

"Okay, how about this, look at it this way. I am content to stay here, as long as I am here, you know exactly where I am, you know I'm not wandering off. And if I leave, you'll know exactly when. Efficient, no?" He pauses. I am playing a dangerous game here, throwing these terms out towards the individuals they specifically apply to.

"Fine." But it's so much fun!

"Yay! March my minion!" Pointing forward.

"Don't push it."

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Theresa "Dragon" Richter POV

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'She knows.'

Somehow, someway, Kitsu knows not only that she is an A.I. but she also knows Collins tinker specialty.

She knows so many things she shouldn't.

"There was Panacea's sexuality, Vistas identity, Static Shocks as well, now she knows my own, secret, and Collins specialty."

A precog? Or an advanced postcog? This requires further investigation. In the best case scenario, she's a limited precog that can be maneuvered around. Worst case, she's a postcog, and any secrets they have are potentially open knowledge to her.

'A problem for later. Right now, there is something more pressing.'

Triple checking the feed to make sure it's recording to separate software location, for security reasons! I continue to record the halls. With Kitsu smiling atop a dutiful Armsmaster.

'SOOOO CUTE!' She didn't care what others had to say, he was a good guy under all that grumpy gruff peacekeeper exterior.

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Kitsu POV

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There was no reason for this, other than to see if I could. But it was fun none the less. Uncomfortable for sure, but I took joy in the stares we were getting. In case it wasn't obvious, I love being the center of attention, it's addictive.

The only thing that would make this better is if I was riding on RoboCops shoulders. I could then die happy, if I could die.

We finally made it to the cafeteria, and I spot him. Jumping off Armsmasters shoulders and parkouring over a few tables. I tackle my target in a grapple, knocking them off their seat.

"SURPRISE HUGS!" I say just as I latch on from behind.

"WOAH!" He shouts before involuntarily electrocuting me, not as bad as a surge so I stay clinging.

"Holy shit!/ What the heck!" and a cacophony of other exclamations of surprise sound out.

I had spotted one of my favorite heroes, the one I had failed to get an autograph from. Static Shock! And I most likely set off the others, seeing as I am being pulled off by two armored guys, one I recognized as Gallant, and I don't know the red one. Most of the Wards are here. They pulled me off of Static, and Gallant is now holding me up, not surprising seeing as I don't weigh a lot. 'I need to weigh myself sometime'

"Hi Gallant, how are you?" I say cheekily. I can see from the corner of my eye that Armsmaster is talking on some sort of radio built into his helmet, that or he just likes touching the side of his head while moving his lips.

"Kitsu." He says questioningly. "What are you doing here?"

I grin and throw my arms up while he is still holding me. "Surprise hugs for my favorite living hero!" Unless Spider-Man exist in this universe, and I haven't found him yet.

I hear Static get up and exclaims quietly. "Well, boost my ego a bit." while dusting himself off.

Gallant just sighs and looks to the red armored gut. "He means what are you doing here? As in, what are you doing at The Rig?" Red suit says.

"Firstly, who are you?" I ask.

Vista and Clockblocker just laugh with Clock going "Oof, shown up by the new guy!"

"I'm Aegis, leader of the Wards here in Brockton?" He says, expecting me to recognize him.

"OH! You're the guy that sees out his skin when people flash you!" I say in a purposefully confusing way.

"What?/Pfft!" Clock is the one that did a spit take.

"Nope, not gonna do it, not around the kid." Clockblocker says.

Vista looks up at him with a smirk. "So you do have a limit."

He looks down at her. "I'm not gonna say dirty shit in front of an eight year old."

'That's what their talking about?' I think.

"Twelve! Why does everyone think I'm so young? I don't even have much baby fat on me." It's true, I look, and am dressed, like a shorter and blonder Irida.

Vista just snaps her head to me. "Wait, you're only a year younger than me?!"

"Yeah, I'm a Case 53! We're not exactly known for our 'Average Appearance'. Besides, I look like this because I wanna!" I say haughtily at the end.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aegis asks.

'Oops. I said too much. Mitigate, MITIGATE!'

"I create illusions, how do you know what you're seeing is the real me? Maybe I'm a brunette? Maybe I'm super-hot and just look this small because it's easier than being ogled at by perves?" I say with false confidence. 'Please buy it.'

"Yeah right." Clock says.

At that I enhance my arms and legs, launch myself out of Gallants hands. I ball up in the air, create a flash of light, go invisible and leave a decoy of an older and much more, filled out, version of myself while I scoot carefully across the table towards the edge.

"I am right." Decoy me says in more mature tone of my voice. Sauntering towards Clockblocker. "I like it when a good little boy like yourself can recognize what is-" *Shatter*

'What?'

I look back to see Vista had broken the illusion with a chair, and Gallant was staring in my direction.

"Kitsu, I- my tech can sense emotions, I know where you are, and I know when something isn't a real person." oh right, he pretends to be a tinker.

'Damnit.' I think. I sit cross-legged on the edge of the table and dispell the invisibility. "It was just a prank?" I shrug nervously.

Clockblocker, who was shrunken back in his chair, just looks over at Vista.

"You couldn't let it last just a little longer." At that Vista just raises the chair menacingly.

"I'll be good!" He shouts quickly raising his hands.

"I ship it." I say out loud.

"What?!" Vista says turning to me with a blush. Chair still raised.

"Nothing!" I say quickly. Being whacked with a chair is not on my to-do list today.

Aegis just steps around Gallant. "Kitsu, please answer the question, why are you here, at The Rig?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm taking the apprehension test." Everyone got quiet, and Vista dropped the chair.

"Does, that mean your joining the Wards?" Gallant asked.

"What? No! Eww! I don't wanna join a group just so I can be paraded around as a mascot and be railroaded on what I'm allowed to do, only to eventually end up stifled as they keep me from ever really helping others because they 'Can't risk a PR scandal with the Youth Guard.'" I say mockingly.

Vista just looks down with a frown.

"Then why are you taking the test?" Aegis is the first to regain his composure.

"I'm looking to gain citizenship, due to my Case 53 status I needed to take the test in order for the government to get a baseline of my physical capabilities." I say calmly. I can't wait to see their reaction to me dropping the bomb, that I'm joining New Wave. I personally am surprised more Case 53's haven't joined New Wave, their whole thing is about taking accountability for Cape action, no secret identities and all that. And in case it wasn't obvious, Case 53's don't get to have secret identities. Even with my shapeshifting, my immortality works by keeping me in a static state of being, if I fall asleep or go an extended period without reworking it, I'll turn back to my fox-like appearance.

In other words, my own immortality, prevents me from changing myself for long. Kind sucks.

"Why would you need citizenship? Looking to get a credit card? Last I checked you just stole everything you needed." Clockblocker finally pipes up.

"Oh, well Stopwatch." I start.

"Hey"

"It's not a good look if New Wave's newest member is an illegal alien." 'That and I think Mark wants to adopt me.'

"..." Everyone goes quiet. Aegis, the only one with visible eyes, just widens his to comical proportions.

'I wonder if I could revive the New Wave movement? Maybe that's why they're are scared.'

Or maybe they're just surprised at me joining an established group after years of avoiding the PRTs attempts to both capture and or recruit me, it really depended on where I was and which director was calling the shot in the area. The Midwest seems united in trying to capture me, maybe force me into a deal like they did to Madcap who turned into Assault. The West Coast wants nothing more than to recruit me, and I feel I could get each director's right hand lobbed of on a silver platter if I asked in exchange for my recruitment, the East Coast can't seem to make up its mind.

*RRM* *RRM*

As I was thinking this a siren goes off. 'My poor ears!'

Dragon's voice floods the intercom.

"Will the following Wards please report to dispatch, I repeat will the following Wards please report to dispatch. Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. I repeat Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. Will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. I repeat will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. Assault, Velocity, and Battery. I repeat Assault, Velocity, and Battery."

"What's going on?" I say slightly panicked.

"Don't know, no time, gotta go." Gallant says as he gets up and rushes out. Along with Aegis, Vista, Clockblocker, and Static Shock. Now I'm curious. What could cause so many of the Wards and Protectorate to be called in?

*RINNNG*

My phone rings to the tune of Boom Boom Pow. Looking at the Caller I.D. I see its Wade. Weird, he never calls me, I only ever call him.

"Hola Kemosabe! Watcha want Wade, wanna willfully. Uh, I ran out of alliterations." I intone.

"Hey just a heads up, you're living with the Dallons, right?" A young voice responds dispassionately.

"I wanna know how you know that later, but yes." It doesn't surprise me he knows. He probably hacked my phone's GPS and cross referenced the address with local identities, if it's in a computer somewhere, Wade will know, and if it's not, he'll find out. It just sucks that he charges a premium for info.

"Yeah, just thought I'd let my favorite client know that the merchants are currently attacking Medhal General Hospital. And Panacea is currently there." He says calmly.

I won't lie, I mentally blank for a few seconds.

"Kitsu?" He asks. "I'm a, just, hang up now."

*Click*

'Someone is going to die~'

Enhancing my speed and perception I absolutely tear through the PRT building, enhancing my durability and jumping out a window. Cutting off the enhancements I fall towards the bay below, creating a procedural slide with my illusions, creating more in front and destroy what's behind to preserve energy. I do this to ride out the velocity from the fall and preserve as much energy as I can before creating my invisible Glass Saucer and fly forward.

'I'm gonna do some evil shit, do da~ do da~. Don't care if I get away with it, oh the do da day~.'

[Concern; Inquiry, Plans?]

Now that we're away from all the capes [Conduit] speaks up.

"Simple, I'm gonna murderise any and all who dare harm my cute little healer." I say sweetly. "I just got this life on a decent track. And I am going to make it abundantly clear to all who dare endanger that way of life, consequences and punishments will be dealt liberally." I normally only think to [Conduit] but talking is rather cathartic right now.

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Vista POV

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We are currently situated in dispatch, on the top floor next to the helipad enterance. Armsmaster and Dragon just gave us all the details. The Archer's Bridge Merchants are attacking a hospital for and stealing all the drugs locked up in the place, considering it's an extension of Medhal Pharmaceuticals, it has a lot. And they're doing it by freezing the place out. Reports say they froze the door and burst through with one of Squealers Tinker-Tech armored vans. After that Skidmark, Scarecrow, Trainwreck, and Porcupine, started raiding the place with about two dozen or so junkies.

'This was ridiculous. Apparently, the Merchants up and decided to attack Medhal for a drug run. And we're just sitting here?'

I can't stand the inaction and I make that clear to Armsmaster. "Sir, we can't just stay here and do nothing! People are dying! We should be saving them, it's a hospital they're attacking!"

He looks to me. "Vista I under-"

*BRRRM*

Whatever he was about to say is cut off by red flashing lights and an alarm I'd never thought I'd hear. That was the security alarm, and it meant someone or something broke through the wall of The Rig.

"DRAGON!" Armsmaster shouts through the alarm. "What is going on?!"

The alarm shuts off. And the speakers sound up.

"It's, kind of a false alarm?" Dragon sounded unsure.

"What do you mean, kinda?" Clock said, saying what most of us were no doubt thinking.

"Well, no one broke in per se, but someone sure as heck broke out. After the Wards got called in Kitsu got a phone call. Part way through she went stoneface and, ran out the window."

'What? Weren't those windows made from Tinker-Tech?'

"Where was she headed?" Armsmaster asks.

"Her trajectory put her on course towards, Medhal." If Dragon were here in person, she imagined she would be trying to hide behind a clipboard.

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"Wards to the helipad, the Merchants walking away with a bunch of drugs we can deal with, we cannot deal with an irate Kitsu on a warpath."

'That was what got them moving! People dying was acceptable, but Kitsu getting involved meant go for it?!' As I was internally screaming at the bullshit around me Armsmaster continued.

"Assault, take Gallant, Vista, and Clockblocker with you to try and intercept Kitsu if possible, try and calm her, failing that, engage to capture." Clockblocker jerked at that.

"NOPE! Nuh-uh, not happening!" He stands up making a serious of gesture to mean no.

"Clockblocker that is an order." Armsmaster says firmly.

"And I invoke my right to deny any non-essential mission. The capture of a cape who is not actively, at this moment, threatening lives, counts as non-essential."

'Wow, I didn't think Dennis paid any attention to the rules they read him during orientation.'

"Hrrm, fine. Assault, take Velocity, Gallant, and Vista. Same orders."

"Got it boss man." Assault fake salutes.

"Battery, you're with me, we're headed straight to Medhal."

'At least I'll be doing something today.' I think glumly.

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-Meanwhile, again-

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Once I pass the bay's waterfront, I hit the rooftops and start running. I'm not able to maintain any illusions with my current state of panic and anger. So, I don't. I'm jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Creating platforms wherever needed. I have the energy to keep going all the way to the hospital and back so I'm not too worried, but better safe than sorry.

As I keep running and hopping, I hear something, unusual tailing behind me. Enhancing my perception further so I don't trip and ragdoll down the side of a building. And I see a, ghost man? He like, he's running super fast, but he's transparent almost. Then I remember who he is, Velocity. So, the heroes are finally on their way, that's good.

With the knowledge that I might have backup invigorating me I run even faster. Then I feel, sad? Now I'm happy, and now I'm PISSED. Turning around and skidding to a stop to see what the hell is going on I get scared as I'm hit with a yellow beam. And now it makes sense. Gallant, and he just rolled up from one roof to another, likely Vistas doing.

"What are you doing!" I shout with a slight crack in my voice. How long does fear last? Please don't be long, I hate this.

"Kitsu, we've been told to stop you from making the situation worst." Gallant says.

My eye twitches as I can't help but think of the audacity of the PRT at how they just up and think they can do this. I see Vista rock up in the background using her trippy as hell spatial distortion. She just hangs in the back. And I see Assault launch onto a rooftop. Great, any illusions I make, Vista will be able to tell they're not real due to her power saying she can distort space around them. And any attacks I throw out could be intercepted by Assault. Beating them is going to be tricky, but then again, I don't have to beat them, I just have to outrun them. And with fear fading, Gallant inadvertently gave me a clear head.

I just look around them and regard Gallant with a smug little smile. "Well then, catch me if you can!" I turn and hear him smack into a Glass Pane I made in front of him. Oh, I wish I could see it. But I gotta go, Amy is in danger, she refuses to use her power for any other purpose than to heal, and the Merchants are some of the sickest individuals out there. There's no telling what they'll do to her.

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Carol Dallon POV

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Almost done with the metric shitload of paperwork, I can't help but think of how I got myself into this mess.

'Oh right, I fell in love a man who has the biggest bleeding heart ever.'

Now here I am, at PRT headquarters with said man next to me in a chair, as I fill out all the necessary requirements to make us the caretakers of one Kitsu. The only upside to this is that Kitsu listens to Mark for whatever reason, she was betting Kitsu latching on to Mark out of a need for a parental figure. That and Kitsu is easily bribed, mostly with food and TV time. She's genuinely rather polite, when she isn't trying to antagonize Vicky. But maybe that's a good thing. Victoria needs to learn not every problem can be solved with brute force.

*RRM* *RRM*

"What's going on?" Mark inquires.

"It's just the dispatch alarm Mark, they sound it when they need to send a bunch of off patrol capes out. Probably a cape fight that needs broken up at the Docks." I say. I just now realized that Mark has never been to the PRT HQ.

Then we hear Dragon

"Will the following Wards please report to dispatch, I repeat will the following Wards please report to dispatch. Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. I repeat Gallant, Vista, Aegis, and Flechette. Will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. I repeat will the following Protectorate please report to dispatch. Assault, Velocity, and Battery. I repeat Assault, Velocity, and Battery."

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"Okay, that is a bit much for a single cape fight, maybe Lung is involved?"

"Carol, I have a bad feeling about this."

I do too, I've only been here a few times, mostly to fill out paperwork to keep Vicky out of jail for breaking PRT equipment. But I've only ever heard at most three or five called to dispatch.

Then the lights flash red.

*BRRRM*

Not long after it started it stopped.

"What was that one?" Mark asks.

"I, don't know. I've never heard that one."

*Ring*

My phone goes off, I answer it.

"Uh, Mrs. Dallon?" I hear Dragon.

"Yes?"

"I'm not supposed to do this, but the first alarm was for an attack on Medhal General Hospital."

I feel a small pit form in my stomach. 'isn't that where Amy works?'

"Okay?"

"And the second one was an automatic alarm that was set off due to someone breaking in. Or it's supposed to be. I'll just say it, Kitsu broke out of the building and ran off towards Medhal."

"What!?" I yell. 'I'm not sure how I should feel about that.'

"What? Dear what is it?"

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