Brockton Bay, Earth Bet. That's where I was.
Well, as far as shithole worlds go, Bet was actually pretty good. Just so long as one avoids the roving murderhobo parties, the villain gangs, and the invincible, city-destroying monsters that attacked on a clock. Oh, and the golden spacewhale that was going to go crazy and try to end all life on all Earths at some point, too.
Well, I should be able to something about all of that, at least.
I watched as Armsmaster dismounted his motorcycle and grabbed his halberd. He turned to face me, holding his weapon upright. Well, at least it's not being pointed at me.
My mind raced, thinking of a way out of this. I couldn't just leave, that would be suspicious. I didn't want to go with him, since that meant going to the Protectorate. Of course, that meant I had to stay and answer at least a couple questions, or until an opportunity to leave presented itself.
It's also pretty obvious he knows I'm a parahuman, seeing as I'm out late, dressed unusually, and still floating a foot off the ground.
For a moment, we just stood there, looking at each other. I'd say it was a fierce staredown, but really, it was more awkward than anything.
Just as I was about to break the silence, however, the bearded hero did it for me. "Who are you?"
Hm. Well, I guess I'll use the name of the body I had. Not like it'd make sense to keep my old name, anyways. I tilted my head at him as I gave my reply. "Yukari Yakumo."
The response seemed to give him pause, for a moment. Surprised that it wasn't a 'cape name?' Oh wait, computer in his helmet. He's probably trying to look it up.
Armsmaster gave a short grunt. "You're not from around here," he said.
No shit, Sherlock. "Does that matter?"
"Hero or villain?" His terse questions were starting to get on my nerves.
"Neither, for now." I gave a small shrug.
Really, I didn't know what I wanted to do here. I knew I wasn't going to join any of the existing hero teams, though. The Protectorate had rules that I didn't want to follow, New Wave's members were all dysfunctional, and it's not like I could join the Wards if I wanted, anyways. Of course, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a villain, either. All the villain groups except the Undersiders and Faultline's crew were full of assholes, and the former was a bunch of kids and the latter was mostly Case 53s.
Armsmaster, for his part, seemed to be taking a moment to think. Just as he opened his mouth to give another stellar example of speech, however, he abruptly closed it, frowning. A second later, I saw a woman wearing military fatigues with an assault rifle slung across her back, and an American flag bandana over her face. Oh thank the stars, someone who can talk.
Pointedly ignoring Armsmaster, I turned to face the arriving Miss Militia. "Ah, hello there. I suppose you're here to help in the interrogation?" I asked jokingly.
"No," she answered, but I could see hints of a smile under her bandana. "We want to extend a formal greeting to Brockton Bay, on behalf of the Protectorate."
Huh, so she wasn't going with the 'interrogate and/or pressgang me' approach. That's good, I thought to myself.
"If you're unfamiliar with the area," Miss Militia continued, "we could give you a tour, and some information. Brockton isn't exactly the safest of cities, with villain gangs around."
Well, other than locations of where everything is, I already knew a good deal of information about the local gangs. Probably more than the Protectorate did, at least regarding identities. All I really needed was a phonebook, and a map. Or just a computer. Hell, I could just grab one with my power, so there's no reason to follow Miss Militia. Especially not now that I actually knew where I was.
I smiled and shook my head. "No thank you, I'll be fine." I sighed internally, and began to look for an opportunity to run.
"Hmm. Well, I'll give you my contact number in case anything comes up. Do you have a phone?" Miss Militia handed me a small business card.
I made a non-affirmative noise at that. "I'll be able to use a public phone, if need be. Ah, but I must be off, now. Toodles!"
Before the heroine or her bearded sidekick could voice an objection, I opened a gap beneath my feet, and dropped into it.
That was plenty enough socializing for the moment.
* * *
Instead of meeting heroes face to face while I still didn't know fully well what I could do, I decided to take a random warehouse (of which Brockton had plenty, but surprisingly few unoccupied), grabbed a lounge chair and a laptop from a gap, and sat down to take a browse at the local internet.
Of course, as I looked at the web browser's alert that there was no internet connection, I realized there were downsides to being in a random abandoned warehouse.
I frowned at the screen. Really, I guess it's time to see how abstract and bullshit Yukari's, and by extension my, new powers were. I concentrated for a moment. Hm. Did I have to think of a couple concepts that had some sort of barrier in between them? Maybe [Connected] and [Disconnected]?
As I thought of that, my mind immediately jumped to various ways I could impose my will onto the world. All sorts of myriad things I could manipulate, from the connection to the local electricity grid, to the components in the laptop to each other. Even in ways that wouldn't make sense, like acting as if it were connected, without being physically so.
Well, that's probably one of the most bullshit ways for this to work. I grinned. I'm completely okay with that.
I waggled my fingers for dramatic effect as I used that border to connect to the internet…. Somewhere. The IT nerd in me raged in it being fucking impossible, that there were rules that it had to follow, there was no logical way for this to work. I told that part of me to shut up, this was Gap Hax. It didn't need to explain shit.
On a whim, though, I did a test to find out what public IP address I was using, and upon looking where that address was assigned to, it was somewhere in... Bangladesh? I checked again, and it had changed to France. Huh. I bet that'd make it hard to track me.
Well, time to get to business. And by that I meant information gathering. Let's start with the basics, a map of Brockton Bay, current location of the Endbringers, addresses of notable characters…