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Topic: Kitsu romcom moment
IN: Boards- Location- America- Brockton Bay
Original poster: PointMe@TheSky
Posted On April 1st 2010
So, at school today, managed to get this juicy bit.
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Antigone
Replied on April 1st 2010
Holy shit! His face is redder than his hair!
Chaosfaith
Replied on April 1st 2010
Is tht racist? I mean, does gnger cunt as a race?
*edit* I MEANT COUNT!
GlitzGlam (Verified Cape) (New Wave)
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OMG! How did I miss this! Oh god, poor Dennis XD, little Kitsu playing him like that.
Tdren
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What was that bit at the end where she went still? It just cut out.
Also poor guy! You can see the fear and confusion on his face!
Priceless!
PointMe@TheSky (Original Poster)
Replied on April 1st 2010
It was a bit too personal, so I cut it out.
Dawgsmiles (Veteran poster)
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Kitsu could be actor with skills like that.
She cracked at the end, but I could see it with some work.
ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (case 53) (Unverified New Wave)
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REALLY?! XD
AllCure (Verified Cape) (New Wave)
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She's unhinged enough to be a Hollywood Starlit, all she needs is a drug addiction.
ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53) (Unverified New Wave)
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I actually can't get addicted to drugs, at least physically, so I guess my dreams of fame are just that, dreams.
Point Me The Sky (Original Poster)
Replied on April 1st 2010
How in the HELL do you know that!
Do we need to stage an intervention?
ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53) (Unverified New Wave)
Replied on April 1st 2010
People conveniently forget I was a homeless orphan since I was like, 6 or 7. and I'm 12.
Valkyr (Wiki Warrior)
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That is rather, grim.
But good info for the wiki at least!
Tumbles
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Bruh
Read the room
Aku-42
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I would date Kitsu.
Coyote-C
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She's a kid, and looks like she's 8
The FBI are on their way.
Aku-42
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I'm 14, and she's just short.
Just saying
Dgators
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Why are we discussing this? FR
Lasersmile
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Why is no one talking about Kitsus (unverified New Wave) Tag?
ToyFoxy (Verified Cape) (Case 53) (Unverified New Wave)
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We just got out of Arcadia, how're there this many comments?
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-April 1st ,1pm 2010-
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Kitsu POV
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I'm currently riding in the back seat of Dennis' mom's blue Nissan Saturn. A nice blonde lady who at first seemed confused when she saw me following her son, and then when Dennis pulled her aside and explained things, she started treating my like royalty. Stepping on eggshells and being as accommodating as possible.
After this I plan to hit up the docks and hunt down Shadow Stalker, and maybe hit up that Chinese buffet. Free food is free.
Pulling up on a decent house in the suburbs of Downtown, it's a quaint white house with a covered porch and black roof. It had little in the way of a yard, though that was expected in a city. Unless you lived on the vey edges of the city there wasn't much in the way of land.
Walking up the three steps, she pulls a surgical mask out of her bag and wipes her hands with some hand sanitizer. Hearing something behind me I turn to see Dennis doing the same.
'That's right, chemotherapy has probably left his dad's immune system shot to hell.' I think.
Dennis reaches into his bag and hands me a mask as well. I mean, I don't need it, seeing as I sterilize all the bacteria and viruses that get near me with my biokinesis. But I take it anyway and put it on, it's a minor inconvenience at most and it goes a long way towards reassuring these people. Walking inside, the place smells like a hospital, sterilized.
The main room looks to be a living room, with the kitchen being a straight shot from the door across the living room, a door to the right, and the entrance to a hallway to the left. The living room has a grey carpet, beige walls, and dark green reclining couches, one a three seat against the window to the right, next to the front door. And the other is against the left wall and is a love seat, in the far-right corner, between the entrance of the kitchen and the door on the right wall was a flat screen TV.
"Okay, um Kitsu, is there, anything you need? Water, juice, a sandwich?" She sounds like she's about ready to burst into hysterics. Like she is one push away from crying in either despair or unadulterated happiness.
"I just ate." School lets out after lunch.
"Oh, right, um I'll go get Jason." She says. And hurries off to the door to the right. Disappearing inside.
Plopping down on the loveseat, being mindful of my tail. The thing usually has a mind of its own. Wagging, swaying, and drooping with my mood. Right now, it's just held up swaying lazily.
"So, wouldn't it be easier to go in there and just heal him?" I ask.
"Dad, uh, he sleeps, non-decent." Dennis says with a slight blush as he sits on the three-seater.
'Oh?' I think mischievously.
"What do you mean?" I ask with a tilt of my head.
"Uh, he uh, doesn't sleep in pajamas." Dennis says.
"Oh, that's normal." I say nonchalantly.
"What?!" He asks with a voice crack, snapping to look at me with a massive blush.
I lay down on my stomach, elbows on the couch, I put my head in my hands and kick my feet behind me slowly.
"I sleep in my day clothes all the time. Though Carol has been trying to break me of that habit." I say, swaying my head slowly, in time with my kicks. "I don't see why that means I can't just walk in there and see him now."
As I say that, the door to the fathers' room opens, and a lanky, withered bald man walks out. Dressed in house slippers, jeans, and a plaid red flannel while wearing his own mask. I held back the wince I was about to give. This man has seen much better days.
"Okay Dennis, your mother is about to have a break down, what's- Who is this?" He says seriously.
"Dad, this is Kitsu. She's a healer." Dennis explains.
"I'm not, really. But I have the capacity to heal. So when I was messing with ginger junior over here and noticed genetic leukemia, I thought I'd cross off my good deed for the day." I say rolling back to a seated position.
"What?" He questions with a tilt of his head.
"She's here to cure you dad." Dennis says, leaning over with and clasping his hands together. Looking all the part of a concerned family member.
"What? We don't have that kind of money to afford a cape healer! Dennis! Did you wager you trust fund from the Prooooootected fund we put in place when you were born!" He saves himself from outing his kid as a Ward.
"Nice save." I say.
"Stay out! This is between me and my son, whatever he is paying you is off the table. Go home!" This is one rude guy. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and assume he's just looking out for his kid.
"Dad! She's doing it for free!" Dennis stands up, he comes about nose height on his dad, needing to look up.
"Not true! Your son owes me a date after this."
They both look at me.
"You, you were serious about that?" Dennis says.
"Yes." I say with a cheerful bob of my head.
I'm not. But fucking with him is awesome.
"I'm even less comfortable with that. My son shouldn't have to sell himself just to make sure I last a little longer." He places his hands on Dennis's shoulders. "Dennis, my boy, you have your entire life ahead of you, it fills me with more pride than you could ever know to see the lengths you're willing to go to see me healthy and whole. But it's the parents' job to provide for their child, not the other way around!"
I get up and head into the kitchen and tune them out before I cry at the sentiment. Rummaging through their pantry I grab a bag of Funyuns and start eating. The best part of my stranger power kicks in when people's attention is wholly on something else, besides, the mom offered. I'm just munching on Funyuns while they're arguing. I then go through their drawers, looking for a pen and paper.
Dennis is yelling at his dad for being stubborn and inconsiderate over how his situation affects him. I'm not really listening at this point.
Finding what I want, and making sure the pen works this time, I walk over to Jason and tug his pant leg. He looks down at me, I only come to just above his waist, and I come up to just under Dennis' chest, stopping his discussion with his son he looks down toward me. Little me with a piece of paper and pen in one hand, and his chips in the other.
"Wanna know something fun?" I say.
"What?" He says, though it sounds more like a statement than a question.
"I don't need someone's permission to heal them. I never took an oath, and this isn't a hospital." I grab his hand, and speeding up my perception I look in.
'WOW! OH GOD! I wanna cry in empathy, this guys' immune system response is shot to the point a cold would kill him! Repairing that I move to kill off all the blood cells that are mutated. A good tenth of his blood cells. His liver is enlarged, didn't know that could happen. Maybe it's not part of the cancer, I go ahead and fix it anyway. He'll be a bit anemic for a while. Nothing rest and food can't cure. Amy could probably just turn all the bad blood into good blood and call it a day, but I'm not as good as her.
"I don't care, I, I, Ooooh kay, what, I, I don't, I feel a lot lighter." He says and starts to wobble. Dennis jumps over and catches him.
"What did you do?!" Dennis shouts.
"What?! Jason! Oh God are you okay!?" She pops out the room and rushes over to her husband.
"He's fine." I say waving a hand. "He'll just be a little anemic for a while, had to kill off all the blood cells that were growing excessively, and all the ones that contained the gene, just to make sue, he basically lost a lot of blood in his body. He'll live but, you may wanna take him to the hospital. If for nothing else than to get a blood test and confirm, oh and I had to put the dead blood somewhere, so his poop will be red for a day or two." Walking past Dennis I hand him a slip of paper with my number on it. "Call me!" And then head out.
I have no real intent to date Dennis, I mean, I wouldn't say no, he's hot and apparently funny. And humor is something I look for the most. But this is an excuse to get closer to him and the Wards as a whole. I already have an in, considering I'm in New Wave, but both my experiences with the Wards have been negative. First was my fighting them at the mall and killing then reviving Dennis. Then the fight where they tried to stop me from reaching the hospital. That and the Wards don't know that I know who they are, though Dean and Vergil have probably figured it out, if not they at least have an idea. So, me doing this will at show I'm willing to help people. Hopefully.
Walking out the front door, I think about my plans for the day. Head to the docks, patrol, hunt for Shadow Stalker, maybe look for the Undersiders and fuck with Tattletale, and end the day at the restaurant whose name I can't pronounce.
*RING*
And that's my phone. Grabbing it and seeing the I.D. is Vicky I answer.
"Go for Kitsu." I say.
"Where the fuck are you?" Vicky says.
"I'm at gingers house." I say calmly, hopping down the steps to the porch. "Where are you?"
"I'm at the school looking for you! You were supposed to wait out front for me after lunch!" She yells.
"If you keep yelling, I'll hang up, cell phones are already rough on my ears what with all the background static, I don't need you yelling and giving me tinnitus." I warn her.
"You can't get tinnitus!" She shouts.
"I can actually, it just takes a lot, and clears up in minutes." I calmly say.
"Then you can!-" *Click*
I warned her.
Continuing my walk down the street I head north following the sidewalk. It's a lovely neighborhood, all the houses are what you'd find in a lifestyle magazine. Idyllic suburban homes, that one even has a white picket fence. And there's an old lady watering her flowers. They look so peaceful, blissfully ignorant of the fact that in a years time all this will be washed away by Leviathan. And willfully ignorant of the gangs destroying the city.
*RING*
With a sigh I check the I.D. It's PanPan!
"Hey! How's it grooving grumpy?" I ask with a cheer.
"God you are getting worse. Where are you going and what were you doing at Dennis's house?" She asks.
"Who's asking? You, or Vicky?" I ask.
"The one who's about to call Carol."
Okay, that one gets me. While I don't care what she thinks, it's still best to not bite the hand that feeds, metaphorically. I need her to sign off on any usage of the money from bounties I collect until I'm 18. It goes both ways, if she wants something she needs my signature as well. And I wanna keep my bed.
"I'm about to patrol the docks, and I just cured ginger senior of his little blood problem." I answer.
"I feel I have to ask because it's you. You did you ask for his permission to tamper with his body before you did so, right?" She says through a sigh.
"..." My silence probably said more than any words could.
"Kitsu, you got permission, right?"
"Does retroactive permission count?" I ask cheekily.
"You know there are laws about that Kitsu, if he decides to sue there is nothing you can do." She says.
"Eh, I'll burn that bridge when I get to it." I say with a shrug.
"What does that mean?" Amy asks with raise in her tone.
"It means, I'm not sure how, but I'm sure I'll mess it up when I get to it. I'd say it's my life motto, but that's live life as though you'll die tomorrow." Ironic, considering all that can kill me is Scion showing up and ripping [Conduit] from my head. Which I'm not about to let happen.
[Agreement]
'I just realized I could use you as a detector to see if any Parahumans are nearby.'
[Affirmation]
"Kitsu." Amy starts before pausing. "Just be home before eight."
"Only if you are~" I sing out.
"I will if the hospital lets me out." Oh hell no.
"Nope! If you are still at the hospital when I get back I will come over and get you!" I say.
*Click*
I hung up before she could protest. I don't know how to help Amy, and that's weighing on me.
'[Conduit] any ideas?'
[Data]
'Thats straight up evil!'
[Indignation; Iteration- You asked]
'Yeah, but brainwashing with biokinesis is NOT the answer!'
[Suggestion; Data]
'That is not much better, but, maybe. If I can't think of anything that'll be plan B.'
[Inquiry; Iteration- Plan A?]
'I'm working on it.'
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'[Conduit]?'
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Okay so that means a natural Parahuman is near, I'm currently in E88 territory, so that could be a whole host of possible capes. Hopefully I can avoid them, unless it's Hookwolf, then I'll kick'em in the nads. Just because.
'Neo-Nazi shitheads.'
I turn invisible, because EVERY TIME I run into these guys, they throw me a sales pitch on joining the Empire! Take, A, HINT! Looking around the suburbs I see no one walking around, well, no one except that old lady watering her flowers I passed a few blocks down.
'Maybe, I'm just near one of their houses?' I think.
With that thought I decide to enhance my speed and bolt to the docks.
-Timeskip 2:05pm Docks
Kitsu POV
Being here before doesn't really change how disappointed I get every time I find myself here. It looks like everything stopped being fixed up in the eighties, and it stopped being renovated in the sixties. Like, the buildings were made in the sixties, and the upkeep was stopped in the eighties. No modern housing designs, they have electricity and AC units. But every other house has those window AC units. That should give an idea of how the place is looking, a stark contrast to the Boardwalk where everything is clean and modern. The sun won't set till about six, so I have time to kill just walking around, I say walking, but I'm wandering around on rooftops.
"Man, I do not miss this." Living on my own for five years, I'm rather intimate with the environment of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets, the only good thing about this? The circuit breakers in these houses tend to be worse and provide more energy when I stick a fork in the outlets.
'Wait, I can't break into houses anymore. Damnit.' I think. Being a hero comes with a lot of restrictions and I hate it. But I refuse to go back to the streets, and I'm in the perfect position to help out like this. Though I've spent so much time figuring out how to get in a position to help, I didn't consider how to help.
Hopping down from a rooftop to conserve energy, I'd keep going otherwise. I love running and jumping, flying just doesn't compare. That wind rushing at first of the jump, the feeling of weightlessness at the height of it, and finally that rollercoaster rush of the fall, or the touch of landing when you jump up. It doesn't convey the sense of freedom that flying does, but it has its own sense of adventure. Flying feels lazy in comparison, even more so on the glass platforms I make. It's like riding around on an RC car.
'Oh my god I just got an idea!' next time I'm at the mall I'm getting one of those mini cars for kids. I'm short enough for them. I enjoy being small sometimes.
Stopping as I realize something.
"I forgot my Irida outfit at the house!" I whine out loud, I need to be in my hero outfit when I'm on patrol. I think it's stupid, but Carol says it helps with recognition. Now I gotta run back, put it on, and run over here again.
"Hhaaaaggghhhh!" I whine to the sky before running back to the house.
-Time skip 4:00 pm, The Dallon House-
Kitsu POV
It took me almost an hour to get back here. I would have gotten here sooner, but I got lost. Twice.
Walking in I see Mark in the living room watching TV, he looks at me with a bored look in his eyes.
"Hey Kitsu, how're you?" He says with a small smile.
"I'm good." I say tentatively. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah just, got nothing to do." He says with a sigh.
He didn't take his meds.
"Did you take your medicine." I ask, though I phrase it more as a statement.
He gives me a quizzical look. "How do you know I take medicine; I don't think you've ever been around when it was mentioned."
'Shit! Come up with something fast!'
"I just know. You have all the tell-tale signs of depression, and I doubt you or Carol are not responsible enough to not seek help for you." That sounds believable, right?
"I'll choose to believe that." He says dubiously.
'I'll take it.' "I mean, I can rearrange your brain chemistry to make it produce serotonin properly!" I offer.
I'd do it too. But not without his permission, the difference between Mark and Jason is that Jason would have verifiably died without my help, I wasn't fucking with his brain, and I don't care what he thinks. But with Mark? I live with Mark and such a breach of trust would taint our interactions for the future. And I care what Mark thinks because he's been nothing but kind to me.
"No." He says softly. "I'm not willing to risk that, and even if I was, Carol would kill you."
"She could try." I say with a smile.
"She'll find a way, trust me." He says with a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"I forgot my hero costume." I say.
"Ah, gotcha." He says and goes back to channel surfing.
I have an idea.
"Hey, Mark?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"After you take your meds, wanna suit up and patrol with me?" I ask excitedly. Tail swishing behind my back.
"You don't want me going with you-" He begins.
"NOPE!" Not letting him finish that line of dialogue I rush over to him, pull him up and push him to his room. Unpowered of course, from my position I'm pushing up his lower back, if I use any strength then I might break his back, or give him whiplash if I speed up.
"Woah, woah! Kitsu! Okay, okay I get it I can walk on my own." He says with a laugh. I still don't stop until we get to his room.
"And don't come out till you're suited up and medicated!" I say and shove him in.
"Okay!" He says indignantly, but I can see the edge of his smile. I just stand outside his room bouncing on my heels.
After about 5 minutes I remember I hadn't changed yet and run to my room.
'It's still weird to think of it as my room.' I think. It's still rather sparse, with a single bed, maroon walls, dark hardwood floor, a dark wooden dresser, and that's it, it's a smaller room, but I could put more in here. Make it really mine.
'Ideas for later!'
Snapping out of my thoughts I rush to my dresser and pulling my hero outfit, I take off my Korina outfit and toss it on the floor, I quickly throw my hero outfit on, with the coup de grace, the red head piece.
Running back out and waiting once again outside Marks and Carols room.
Another five minutes pass and Mark comes out. Dressed in a white armored suit, padded with green accents and a green helmet. Green gauntlets styled to look like frag grenade markings. And that same green grenade padding on his outer thighs and shins.
"What took you so long!" I say with a pout.
"Hey, give me some credit, I had to find it first." He smirks.
"Mmrrrmm!" I growl at him. "No more! I have decided you will be my sidekick! We will patrol every day! And such tardiness will no longer be tolerated!" I say haughtily.
"I can only patrol every other day. I still have to take care of the house." He says.
"My part-time sidekick!" I declare.
"Let me text Carol and let her know where I'll be." He says and heads back in his room to, presumably, grab his phone off its charger. After a few seconds he returns.
"Okay kiddo, sure, let's go." He says jovially.
"Onwards!" I point to the door.
-6:00 ish PM Docks-
After walking around and having nothing happen, I mean, seriously, I expected at least a mugging. We wind up at the docks. It's starting to reach sunset with the sun just barely casting an orange hue over the area. I couldn't zip over here with Mark, one, I don't feel like carrying him, two, I refused to patrol in a sedan because that would look lame. And three, I just enjoyed having what was essentially a stroll through the city. Many people actually shook Marks hand and asked him for autographs, turns out he was more famous than either of us thought. People just thought he was retired and were respecting his decision. This was really good for Mark if nothing else.
"Alright Kitsu, if we don't head back now we'll be late for dinner." Mark says.
"Is that such a bad thing? I mean, no offence, but Carol is a much better lawyer than she is a cook." I say seriously. She burnt potatoes, who does that?
"She isn't that bad." He defends.
"I am genuinely surprised you, Amy, and Victoria, are alive." I say.
"We, mostly ate take out for a while there, I will admit." He says looking away rubbing his neck.
"In that case I'm surprised you all aren't fat as all heck." He just shakes his head with a chuckle.
"C'mon, let's head back."
We start walking back the way we came, I was following Ma-
*BOOOM*
Until we hear an explosion behind us.
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"Yes!" I shout, throwing my hands up with a smile, I run towards the sound.
"Kitsu! Kitsu wait up!"
Running through the streets I rush past five blocks over to a parking lot, or maybe it was basketball court, hard to tell with all the fire. Looking around I see bodies strung about, all ABB, I see Lung, scaled, bulked up to nine feet tall, and tossing fire balls like he's Mario. There's another cape, it looks like they're glowing, oh, it's Purity.
'How did we not see her on our patrol? She's lit up more than a Christmas tree.' My only explanation for it is that this fight must have been recent. 'And why are the lasers shaped like DNA strands?'
"Hi Lung!" I shout and wave. He's a friend.
Swiveling to look at me, just in time to get blasted in the side of his face by one of Purities double helix beams.
"EESOO OT OW!" He says in a broken, guttural voice.
"Sorry!" I say and get hit by a beam. It seems Purity is making enemies today. Luckily energy attacks get absorbed a little less than an inch from my body, otherwise my clothes would be ruined after every other fight I got into. But seeing as how these two are fighting fire versus light beams, it's free real estate for me baby!
"Want some help?!" Lung is a friend here, hell after the incident with me being poisoned and put on auction, he straightened out his men on that front, they still traffic people don't get me wrong, they just stopped trafficking kids and kidnapping rando's; now they focus on people in dept and junkies who piss them off. Not that I approve but, there is not much I can do about it. Other than single handedly dismantling a human trafficking ring that spans the entirety of North America, which I don't know how to even begin doing.
But other than that, I'll take any excuse to help someone punch a neo-Nazi.
Lung seems to consider it before Purity blasts him again. She never was the smartest, I mean, I remember she tried to fight Jack Slash when he had both her kids' hostage. And she tried to get the PRT to work with her after Leviathan, even though she was a villain and neo-Nazi who had likely murdered dozens of people in cold blood. I have no verification of that last part, but it wouldn't surprise me.
He ignites himself and launches another fireball at Purity, blocking her beam and forcing her to strafe out of the way. Blasting more beams rapid fire she
hits a car across the street, causing it to explode.
*BOOM*
"OOR." Lung spits out. At this point his back is arching up and it looks like he's about to sprout wings.
I jump up on Lungs' head and use it as a platform to jump up higher at Purity, he breathes a blast fire at her and me. He knows it won't hurt me. And I absorb the heat that hits me, heat doesn't hurt anymore, like, at all, the worst it gets is uncomfortable. Anyway, using the flames as cover I enhance my speed and perception. Creating a series of clear platforms, I bounce off them to circle around Purity, the flames working as perfect cover for me to do so unnoticed.
I'll admit, she's fast, even with my enhanced perception that leaves the flames in slow motion, she's moving with enough speed to dodge and move to the side. But, she's not faster than what I can achieve. At least not right now.
Creating a platform above and behind where she is strafing, I somersault to that one and land feet first upside down, normally this would give someone a split second to act before gravity hit them and they fall off. But with me processing images faster and my body moving to react at the same speed, it gives me enough time to position myself just right. Twisting slightly and kicking off, shattering my own platform in the process I tackle Purities midriff with enough force to carry us to the ground.
"Ha! Gotcha!" I shout as we slam into the asphalt. She wheezes before regaining her breath.
I can't keep up the enhanced perception for too long, otherwise I might miss important things or even disorientate myself, try watching a movie, only slow it down to 0.25 speed every other ten minute mark and see how hard it is to follow along with the pacing.
"Little brat! Let me go!" She squirms in what is essentially my super hug.
"Nyo!" I yell out.
As soon as I say that Lung rushes over and smashes a large fist on top of us. I have to keep my arms in position and not let him crush us both. I like the guy, but he gets far too blood thirsty. Contrary to popular theory, Lung is not a battle thirsty murder hobo. But if someone comes out and attacks him? Oh, all bets are off.
His punch would have left a crater in the ground if I didn't absorb it. He lifts his hand up, and looking up I see his neck is now extending, you know this is rather surreal to watch. Seeing all the scales grow in place and extend in real time.
*BOOM*
As I finish that thought, a bouncing bright green ball of light slams into his head and bursts with enough force to almost knock him over.
Looking in the direction I see Mark had made it to the fight.
'Right, kinda left him behind.'
"Mark! Wrong target!" I shout.
"Cape names when in costume Kitsu!" He says, and tosses another at Lung, only this one knocks him over. "And what do you mean wrong target? It's Lung!"
"He's a friend!" In my distraction Purity seemed to find her second wind and blasted out of my grip with an explosion of light. She didn't force her way out of my grip so much as propelled herself so fast and so suddenly that I let go in my surprise.
She looks at all three of us, and with a shake of her head flies away. I could follow, but I have more pressing matters, that being making sure Mark doesn't die.
"Kenta! Don't hurt him!" I hop up off the ground.
"I OT?"
"Because if you do, I'll get upset, and I'll Have to heal him, and then explain to Carol why I let this happen! And I don't wanna do that!" I shout and run over to put myself between the growing dragon and the grenade themed man.
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There's a good few seconds where Lung and Mark just stare at me, before Lung starts to shrink back down.
"Explain." He says. His thick accent makes the L's sound like R's.
I rush over to Mark, who looks completely lost in this situation, and hold his hand in both of mine.
"I got adopted!" I say cheerfully.
...
"What?" Lung says, staring at us dumbfoundedly.
"Not exactly." Mark replies.
"Basically!" I shout.
"It's a sort of foster care system where we are her legal guardians." He explains with a shrug.
"Adopted!" I say with no less excitement than before.
Lung looks between the two of us before crossing his arms.
"I'll have no problems with you." He gestures to Mark. "If you leave now. Go and I'll overlook your attack this once."
"Okay!" I say and start pulling Mark away from the parking lot.
"What? Kitsu slow down! Wait!" He tries to pull back, but I immediately strengthen myself.
After getting a significant distance from the parking lot I stop.
"What was that about?" Mark intones.
"Lung likes me, but he'll only tolerate others at best, he was letting you leave because you were with me. And he didn't want to upset me if he didn't have to." Had Mark done anything other than leave, Lung would've hurt him to preserve his reputation. Can't have people think he's getting soft.
"Kitsu, how close are you to Lung?" He says sounding concerned.
"He's fond of me, and I consider him a friend, that's about it. I guess our relationship can be best described as amicable." I finish.
*RING*
Mark's phone goes off in a tropical island theme.
"Hang on." He fishes his phone out of a compartment hidden in his gauntlet.
'Oh that's so cool! I want gauntlet pockets! Wait, I need gauntlets first. I can't get gauntlets. It'll ruin my aesthetic!'
"Yeah honey? No. No. At the docks area. We were but there was a fight. Lung and Purity. I would've told you. Then I'd be too dead to do so." There's a tirade of loud words as Mark winces. "Okay, okay not funny, I'm sorry. Look we're heading back now alright? Yes I know, I already did that. Love you too."
*CLICK*
He hangs up the phone and slides it into the compartment on his gauntlet.
"Time to go home kiddo, the missus is a-waiting."
-8:00 PM Dallon House-
Sitting at the table was Carol at the head, Mark to her right, Vicky to her left, and me next to Mark. Mark changed out of his costume, and Vicky is sweats and white T-shirt. I opted to stay in my Irida outfit, It's my favorite.
We're eating salad, store bought.
'With all the money I have I could buy a personal chef, or at least get Carol or Mark some cooking lessons.'
"Can't we order pizza?" I whine.
"You ask that every night." Carol says, not looking up from her food.
"I want pizza every night. Also, can I have a thousand bucks?" I ask.
"Pfft! I'm sorry what?" Vicky sputters.
Carol calmly sets her fork down and looks at me, she knows I need her signature on any withdraws, but if she wants to use any of the literal billions from me singlehandedly taking out The Machine Army, she needs my informed consent and signature.
"What for?" She asks tentatively.
"I wanna decorate my room." I say. And another pause.
"Wait, what? How come I only get a couple hundred a month, and she gets a grand just by asking!" Vicky shouts.
"Vicky, sweetie, Kitsu is asking permission to use money that she got from destroying Eagleton. It's her money and she earned it, but she needs your mother's permission to use it before she turns eighteen." Mark says.
"Why am I just now learning of this?" Vicky asks.
"Because it wasn't your business, besides I already agreed to lend cash towards yours and Amy's college." Not that they'll use it if everything happens as it did in canon, but oh well.
"Oh." Vicky says calming down.
"You can decorate your room, but! Nothing that requires nails, nothing obscene, no lava lamps, and I will be going with you and vetting everything you get." Miss Control Freak grates out.
"Can Amy or Mark come along?" I ask.
"If they want." She agrees.
"Deal!"
We go back to eating in silence, I can tell Vicky is sour about the circumstances, but she can deal with it. 'She wants billions? She can clear out a S-class threat, I hear Africa has a bunch. You'd think Australia would have a lot but no. Oh god I just thought of a Skitter in Australia, that would be horrifying, funnel webs going around and all the other crap they got going? Makes me shiver at the thought.'
Snapping myself from that line of thinking I notice the missing person.
"Where's Amy?" I ask, though I already know.
"She's pulling a late shift." Vicky says.
I let the silence hang for a moment before getting out of my chair.
"Welp, I'll be back!" And I bolt out.
It takes about thirty minutes to run over to the hospital, mainly because I wasn't roof hopping this time, I need to get a better understanding of the city's layout, and running on the ground will give me the experience I need.
Coming up to the hospital I walk through the entrance, Brockton Bay is still a large city so it's no surprise that the waiting room is half full at this time of night. Walking up to the reception desk; I barely reach above it in height, like, my lips are level with the countertop, so I have to stretch up on my tippy toes to reach up. The older lady with brown hair and green eyes behind the desk notices me walk in and gives a look that is a mix of puzzlement and concern.
"Um, hi? How can I help you sweetie?" She says softly.
"I'm here to pick up Amy." I say.
"Uh, last name? And where are your parents?" She asks.
"Dallon, and they're in a better place." Technically true, while I don't remember them, just about anywhere is better than Earth-Bet. 'Hell I'd take the Rwby-verse over this place, and that place is half dead already! This place is a dying carcass.'
"OH! Oh um, well, Panacea is in the burn ward right now, there was a fire earlier this morning near at an apartment complex near the trainyard, and she's been tending to the victims all day. What do you mean by pick her up?" She asks awkwardly.
"Just that, where is the burn ward?" I ask.
"It's on the east end of the building, I don't think you-"
"Thank you!" And I rush off to the east end, watching for signs and directions. I've been cutting people off a lot today, weird.
After a few minutes of searching, and finding nothing but empty rooms, sleeping patients, a fat man getting a sponge bath, and a doctor and a nurse banging in a supply closet, I didn't see them, but I heard them and honestly? Good for them.
Thought about messing with them, but I don't wanna get distracted.
After almost slamming into a parked gurney, I stopped using my enhancements and just searched the normal way.
Hallway, empty room, empty room, guy puking in a bucket, empty room. I swear this place was made to be as confusing and monotonous as possible, if it weren't for the signs I'd assume I was running in circles.
Wait, I hear something.
Making a hard turn I rush around a corner to see Amy in her baggy white robes with the red health emblems. She's arguing with an older man and woman, standing the same height as Amy the woman is a lighter tone than the man and green eyes and blonde hair, while being slightly shorter the man has a skin tone that is a touch darker than presumably his wife, with Brown hair and eyes.
"I've told you multiple times, I, Don't, Do, Brains!" Amy says, clearly stressed.
"There has to be something! You're the best healer around, even Scapegoat can do brains!" The tear-stained woman shouts.
Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
How many times do I have to tell these people. I won't do it, of all the people that had to fall into a coma from smoke inhalation, it had to be the kid of two of the most stubborn individuals ever.
"Look, If you want, I can get you in touch with Scapegoat?" I offer, he's one of those healers who'll offer their services, for a price. But if they don't know that then they can just leave me alone while they figure that out.
"We can't afford that!" The man says.
'Damnit. I was hoping that get them off my back.'
"Hey! What's happen'n Cap'n?" I hear a young, annoyingly chipper voice say.
'Oh god no, not her, I have enough of a headache as is.' Turning to the voice I see Kitsu walking over in her usual costume, complete with her stylized coats tails, or sash, or whatever it's supposed to be. I think she referred to it as her arid outfit or something. She looks between the three of us. With the couple looking down at her confused.
"Who is this?" The woman says.
"I think that's Kitsu." The man said.
"Who?" At that Kitsu furrows her brow and pouts, it'd look admittedly adorable if I didn't know that her pouting usually preluded her doing something, attention grabbing. Last time she ordered five pizzas to the house because Carol made beef stroganoff.
Kitsu doesn't like stroganoff.
"She destroyed Eagleton, I think." He says.
"What?" Does this woman live under a rock?
"The Machine Army?" He repeats. A look of recognition crosses her face as she goes pale.
"Um, what are you doing here?" She addresses Kitsu.
Kitsu, still pouting with puffed cheeks ignores her and turns to me.
"It's almost nine, you've been up since, like, seven this morning, I'm taking you home." She says.
"You can't take her; she hasn't healed my son!" the woman yells.
"I, Can't, Heal, Brains!" I shout. How, many, times!
Out the corner of my eye, Kitsu walks past me and into the room we were standing in front of.
"Kitsu? What are you? Kitsu don't! You don't have a license or permission!" I try to grab her, but she just dodges out of the way.
"Half of all cape healers don't have a license." She says as she touches the boys arm.
"He's healed, can we go now?" How does she heal so fast? It takes me at least a minute to heal someone. She really won the lottery with her powers. What? No, not the time to brood. She just broke the law, for the second time today!
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" The father questions. "Last I checked you're not a healer."
Kitsu just glares at him with slitted eyes and a pouty face, again, adorable if I didn't know what comes after. Walking over to the brown-haired boy she leans down and-
"WAKE UP BUTTMUNCH!" She shouts in his face. He immediately sits up in the hospital bed, green eyes going wide, screaming.
"MOM! DAD! FIRE WHEre are, where am I?" He looks around the room, spotting his parents who immediately rush over, pushing us out of the way.
"Oh Benjamin! I, I-" The mother sobs out.
"There, he's fine. Let's go." She walks past and grabs my hand, I once again get a look into her biology and am astounded as to just how robust it is, there's also something in there, in her DNA that I just can't place, there's something hidden in there, like it's hiding on purpose. Snapping out of my daze I notice Kitsu had grabbed me and ran us outside to the parking lot. She sets me down and looks at me with a smile.
'What? Does she expect me to congratulate her or something?'
She literally broke several laws with what she just did.
"Kitsu! You can't just do that! This is the second time today! That you've tampered with someone's body without their permission!" I yell.
Her tail drops and her ears fold against the back of her head. It is genuinely surprising to see someone so small somehow look smaller.
"But, I saved him. Isn't that what heroes do?" She asks.
"There are laws about saving people! Didn't Carol spend three days drilling that into your head." I point out.
"Well yeah, but, I just. Wanted to get it over with so you could come home." She mumbles.
Somehow I feel as though I'm the bad guy here.
'Remember Amy, she's just a little girl, a little girl who spent the last five years with any guidance or supervision, she's not evil, she's not a villain, she's just ignorant, eager to impress.' I remind myself to be patient. Carol really stressed to me and Vicky that despite how clever Kitsu can be, she had NO experience being in civilized company for extended periods of time and that she can technically be considered a feral child, in that she has no experience with proper social behavior or care. The only thing separating her from other feral children is that she suffers no language deficit or metal deficits, though that bit is highly debatable.
I take a breath, and calm myself.
"Kitsu, those laws are meant to protect people-"
"Protect them from being saved?" She asks with a tilt of her head.
"Look, it's more complicated than that." I say. I'm too tired for this shit.
"It doesn't have to be. If someone is in danger then we're supposed to save them, why would saving be bad?" She asks confused.
"It's, it just. Kitsu, just take me home." I'm not dealing with this right now.
"Kay." She says before pausing. "Hey Amy?"
"What?" I ask.
"Is what I did evil?" She asks in return.
"No, you did a good thing, you just went about it the wrong way." I say tiredly.
"Okay, how many people did you heal today?" That was out of nowhere.
"Uh, I don't usually keep track, why?" I ask.
"Is it more than fifty?" She presses.
"Easily, why?" Where was this going?
She stares me in the eyes before rushing forward and hugging me. "You're a good person Amy, better than me, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
I'm so caught of guard I just stand there staring at this little girl, as a warm feeling settles in me. 'When was the last time I was hugged? Is it, always supposed to feel so comforting?' Kitsu let go of me, and no sooner than she did, did I lose that feeling of warmth and comfort.
"Let's go home." She says and creates a transparent white platform under us.
Kitsu POV
I feel evil.
I decided to go with plan B. Basically, when I compliment Amy, or tell her she's a good person, I make her love me. And then stop doing so when I stop complimenting or comforting her. Do it consistently over enough time and her brain will start recognizing me as someone she loves, classic Pavlovian conditioning. Eventually I won't even need to use my power on her. Her brain will start associating my presence with love.
I can't control how people love me, be it platonic, familial, or romantic. But the only person Amy loves, and she feels loves her back, is Vicky. And, this is only speculation but, Amy can't really seek comfort from Vicky without feeling guilty over her feelings towards her. In Amys mind, she is romantically and sexually attracted to her only family member. Carol was never a mother to her, and Marks depression got in the way of him ever really being a dad to her. I'm trying to give her a separate vent for stress, a shoulder to lean on, in the worst way I can.
I feel like a discount Heartbreaker, I'm not okay with this, but I don't have any other idea. I just have to keep telling myself it's all for the best.
'I do wonder what power that kid will develop, he sounded familiar, what was his name again?' I think, trying to distract myself. When I was healing him I noticed he had an active Corona Pollentia.
BONUS
Dennis "Clockblocker" POV
Sitting in the hospital room my dad is in with mom we finally get the results back.
"I'm honestly shocked, aside from a bit of anemia, and blood in your stool. There is no trace-" The doctor pauses as he flips through his clipboard. "-that there is anything wrong with you. Not even any trace you ever even had cancer, no damaged immune system from the chemotherapy, no increased rate of white blood cells, if anything it's a little low, nothing dangerous, even your bones and bone marrow are healed from the damage and surgeries. With a bit of food and rest you'll be a picture of health." The doctor said.
"You're sure, nothing? Nothing at all is wrong with me?" My dad asks pensively.
"No, I'd ask that you stay overnight, but I don't think even that would be necessary, just avoid any unnecessary risks to your health, eat some proteins, and let your blood grow back." He says. "Honestly a miracle."
"Thanks doc. That is, very reassuring." Dad says.
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened." He presses.
"My son contacted a Cape healer." And my dad levels another glare at me.
The doctor winces. "If, if money is tight right now, we have options-"
"That won't be necessary, though I would like to talk to my son for a bit if you wouldn't mind." Dad says.
The doctor just nods his head and leaves the room.
The silence is deafening.
"So, any advice on where I should take my first girlfriend?" I ask, trying to break the tension.
"Dennis, this is serious." My dad says.
"I'm being serious, mostly, twenty percent is mostly right?" I try.
"You went behind my back-"
"He saved your life Jason, stop being an ass and just be happy you get to live to see your only son grow up!" My mom finally snaps.
"Jennif-" My dad tries.
"No. You think you had it bad? You did, but so did we! I had to watch as my husband, the love of my life, slowly withered away and I was powerless to stop it! And I had to watch my son lose his father and not know how to comfort him for the eventuality. So suck up your pride and deal with it." My mom pushes forward.
Mom is the type of person to bottle things up and let it all out when it reaches critical mass.
"Jeez mom, just got better no need kill him like-" I cut in.
"And you! Your not out this." She cuts me off. "You are going to call that little girl, you are going to give a good day, and you are going to let her down gently. Understood?"
"Um."
"Understood?!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, honestly what were you thinking? Agreeing to go out with an eight-year-old? You'd think you-"
"Twelve." I say.
"Excuse me?" She says.
"She's twelve, she gets upset when people refer to her as younger than she is." I correct, grateful for the reprieve.
"She's twelve? She goes to school with you?" My asks as see the gears turning in her head.
"Yeah?" I say cautiously.
Mom pauses before clapping her hands together.
"Oh that's just perfect then! You go on your date and let me know how it went sweetie, be a gentleman, treat her right." She says, doing a complete one eighty.
"Huh?/What?" Dad and I sound out.
"Well if she's twelve then that's okay, I started noticing boys when I was ten, and you're only four years apart, your dad and I are six years apart! And we met in high school!" Mom says, likely projecting her own experience onto my life.
"Jennifer! We met in passing once when I was on an errand for my dad, and we didn't start dating until college five years later!" My dad protests.
"Oh hush you! I was after you from day one, you just didn't notice for five years, and beside this Kitsu at least has good taste." She says.
"MOM!" Oh my god, my mom is trying to set me up.
"Oh hush you're a handsome boy and you know it." She says, pinching my cheeks.
"She looks like she's eight!" I say, batting her hands away.
"So your judging her based on her looks?" She gives me the 'oh really now' look.
"What? No but-"
"Dennis, just stop, your not gonna win, I've been married to your mom for eighteen years now, and I still haven't won once." Dad says.
"Listen to your father sweetie, he's a smart man." Mom says.
'I wish Kitsu had let me die in the mall.'
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A/N A day in Kitsus' new life. Part 2 end.
Just a little perspective from the opposite with Kitsus' trolling. I noticed that every time Kitsu messes with someone, it's from her point of view, so here's the other way around with Amy's and a little of Dennis's POV.
I imagine Dennis as being 5'6" and his dad at 5'10", Kitsu is 4' roughly, 4'6" when she stretches her ears to full height, her tail reaches her ankles but doesn't quite touch the ground. Just google Senko-san. And I imagined her to sound something similar to Gawr Gura or Mumei.
Also, I heard it best from someone else. But Kitsu is not heroic, she cares more for the individual than she does the people, if given a choice between one person dying and ten, she will let the one die. Unless that one is someone she cares about. Then it becomes a matter of negotiation, how many people is Mark worth? Or Vicky? Or Wade? She would absolutely let others die to protect the ones she cares for, up to a point.
Towards the end with Kitsu and Panacea, Who knows a brown haired green eyed boy named Benjamin who has powers? -Inset evil devil smile emoji thing-
Lungs out of character behavior will be explained in the next chapters BONUS.