This was an idea formed by me, @dingbat779 and @PillowcaseMuffin . It's as the title says...
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The Struggles of a Tinker
Zeroth Jupi
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This was an idea formed by me, @dingbat779 and @PillowcaseMuffin . It's as the title says really, a three-way SI though only Ding made the person they SI'd as from scratch whereas Muffy and I SI'd as characters from A Certain Magical Index/Scientific Railgun. Overall I hope it's as fun to read as it was to write!
The rain came down over the city of Brockton Bay. It wasn't a gentle rain, but a hard hitting deluge pummeling the ground like it owed them money. Most sensible people were inside during such a terrible night. A crowd of people down below clearly didn't get the message. There wouldn't be anything too unusual about them, lack of umbrellas notwithstanding, if they weren't chasing someone. The one they were chasing stood out even more. They were moving at a decent clip on a motorized contraption that looked like a skateboard.
"Get back here stupid onna!" The lead man with a shaved head and wearing red and green yelled.
"Fuck you ya damned weeb! You don't even have an accent!" The person they were chasing yelled back. Her clothes consisted on a black hoodie under a black rain poncho. She had a black bandanna over her mouth and nose. The heavy rain lashed at her face. Not for the first time was she cursing her lack of goggles.
The ABB gangsters weren't even chasing her for a good reason. She was female, shapely body that the layers of clothing didn't hide, and accidentally interrupted an initiation. They were in the middle of torturing a couple skinheads. The poor visibility worked against her as her motorized skateboard blew right through. Now she had something like fifteen guys chasing her.
"Ladies don't like persistent jackasses!" The young woman yelled and spilled a load of ball bearings behind her. It was childish, but when you used a little machine lubricant they became a legit threat. Several guys fell prey to her trick, but the ones who remained were unamused.
"Just fuckin' shoot the bitch!" The leader yelled.
"Of course they're gonna shoot me...Fuck my life…" She didn't have body armor. This was supposed to be a milk run for supplies. Her messenger bag was loaded down with materials. The backpack she wore held her tools. Maybe the tools could stop a bullet? With her luck it probably wouldn't work. Damn. This was the last time she took off without telling anyone. Her skateboard was breaking down. She could feel a vibration running through the frame. Damn it. Served her right for not upgrading to something more durable, but other projects took her attention.
The first few bullets were nowhere near her. Poor visibility, and the rain, made aiming difficult. Normally this would be fine, but she knew her luck wouldn't last. All it took was a lucky shot to put her out of commission. A bullet whinged off the ground and struck the bottom of her skateboard. The plywood contraption broke causing the young woman to tumble headlong along the ground. She concluded woozily that a helmet might have helped. Landing on her bag of tools made her back sore.
Pounding footsteps helped focus her mind on the real issue. The ABB punks were already starting to catch up. Her back ached abominably. She was certified screwed. The Tinker winced as that might prove to be an apt description of her circumstances. Painfully she slid a tool out of her messenger bag. It looked like a large monkey wrench mated with an engine. The duct tape wrapped around the grip, and connecting the components, made it look slapdash. Her last weapon was a pneumatic grip. The first bastard who tried anything was taking it to the nuts. Moments later the world flickered and she was no longer on the street but instead one of Brockton Bay's many rooftops where she could hear the confused and angry shouting of the ABB mooks down below. Standing before her was a rather annoyed redhead, with eyes matching her hair, wearing a blazer not suited for the weather and thoroughly soaked through.
Before even getting a chance to speak the world stuttered before her eyes once more leaving her on a different building alone until the teleporter flickered into existence beside her. The silence lasted for a few more teleports as the night was filled with the sound of rain and shouting that faded with each teleport, and with one final jump the Tinker was met with the reproachful gaze of her saviour.
"What were you thinking? Heading out alone this time of night?" the redhead spoke with calm annoyance oozing into each word.
The young woman who was dressed for the weather winced perceptibly. Since she was already thoroughly soaked through, she removed the hood. Pale blonde hair clung to her scalp as blue eyes took in her companion. She winced painfully as her back reminded her that lumpy metal tools dug into her spine. After some fidgeting she managed to stand. The pressure eased, but the bruises would be beauts tomorrow.
"I got a late night craving for scavenging. My power picked now to put me in a Tinker frenzy. I needed a transistor that I didn't have…Oh fuck! The transistor!" She scrabbled madly in her bag. Her torso bent almost double to keep the rain out of her parts. A barely audible sigh of relief said that her transistor was safe. If the transistor was damaged it would mean she made her friends worry over nothing. Straightening her back was done in stages to avoid injuring herself more.
The redhead sighed fondly and shook her head muttering "Why do I put up with this?" as the scenery suddenly changed indicating another teleport.
"Because you love me?" The Tinker bats her lashes winsomely. The sensation of teleportation something she's used to at this point.
With an amused huff, the redhead looks over the blonde's person before seemingly finding herself satisfied "Keep telling yourself that, now let's head home. It's not just me you've worried." the teleporter pointed out, the world around them flickering in and out of existence. The rest of the journey passed in silence and soon the usual drab buildings of the bay were replaced with the more run down structures of the docks. With a final teleport the duo were left in an alleyway opposite an 'abandoned' car garage.
The blonde eyed the location a moment with trepidation. She knew what was coming and wasn't looking forward to it at all. With the air of a person headed for the gallows, she walked up to the boarded over door. She ran a finger along the edge of the boards before a faint click was heard. The door opened, boards and all, just wide enough to allow the pair to slip inside. It shut with a firmer click and barely audible thunk as spring-loaded bolts engaged.
The duo made their way to the back of the garage where a scrapped together but sturdy looking door awaited them, the sound of sparking electricity sounding out in the room beyond. The blonde Tinker hung her head and sighed. Might as well face the music. With all the energy of a woman headed to the gallows, she opened the door and walked inside.
Sitting in her workshop was a small brunette girl dressed in a worn looking blue cloak of fabric with cheap grey clothing underneath. Glaring at the older tinker the small girl marched forward with sparks dancing off her hair wildly.
"Where have you been?! Demands MISAKA as she agitatedly considers shocking you in recompense for her worries." the girl demands, as she stares up at the taller woman with relieved brown eyes.
"I had a Tinker incident in the middle of the night...It drove me out to grab a transistor. I'm sorry for making you worry…" The older girl took her life in her hands and knelt to hug the sparking child. At least the rubber suit layer under her clothing was fine.
"You should have let us know, MISAKA states irritably while stamping her foot to broadcast the seriousness of her words." The girl did as her speech stated as the jumping electricity died down, the electrokinetic returning the hug.
"Ironically I had an idea for an electrical amp for increasing your output," she smiled wryly. The small girl stiffened and looked up at the tinker with a bright smile.
"Really? MISAKA asks with excitement while imagining all the useful things she could do with stronger output." the brunette expressed cheerfully.
"Yep. I just needed a transistor," the Tinker ruffled the child's hair fondly causing her to groan and stamp her foot. "Stop treating me like a kid! MISAKA whines but makes no effort to escape the pleasant patting."
Before the tinker could respond the redhead peered into the room with the words "You two have fun now, I'm gonna go use the shower to warm up." she then flickered from existence as she teleported into another room.
"I swear that girl…" She turned to where the teleporter stood. Her back aching even worse. Ah well. It wasn't like she would have to suffer long. Her injuries tended to heal quickly for some reason. Not like she was going to complain.
'Misaka' huffed and looked over the tinker once she was free of the hug, walking a circle around her to take note of her condition. "Are you okay? MISAKA asks with a hint of worry. You look a little scuffed up, MISAKA clarifies noticing the scratches on her friend's person."
"I landed on my tools, Aria said," the Tinker teased gently even as she winced. A twinge in her back muscles scolding her just as effectively as her friends.
The short girl pouted slightly at the teasing "You could have let me know I was doing it, MIS- Urk. Stupid bleedover…" she mumbled out while running her head in annoyance.
"If you suddenly stopped I would miss it," Aria smirked. She popped her back with a groan before starting to unburden herself. Her backpack and messenger bag were set down on the worktable. Carefully, to avoid aggravating her developing bruises, the rain poncho and hoodie came off. Underneath it all was a rubber bodysuit. It was perfectly fitted to her frame even with the visible stitching.
"If you say so. MI- Anyway I should probably get back to the warehouse soon. Try not to give me reasons to rush here in the middle of the night, eh?" The small girl teases with poking Aria.
"I'll be more careful. Ugh I need to build that defense weapon now…" Aria looked at a device on the worktable. It looked like a rubber glove with non-conductive rubber straps. On top of the glove was a box the same size as an old Nokia brick. Wires and screws were strewn around. It was a taser glove with a built in stun gun. At least it would be when she was finally finished. A Power Glove.
"And if you don't be more careful, I'll zap you." the brunette threatens, finally seeming to get her talking under control. With those words the ragged looking girl picks up a blue umbrella from the corner of the room and walked to the door "And that's a promise, yeah? Oh right before I go I made another...withdrawal. I thought you might need more money so here." the child reaches into her ragged cloak and takes out a flimsy plastic shopping bag wrapped around a wad of cash. Rather than tossing it however she instead deposits it upon a table near her.
"Come visit sometime 'kay?" 'Misaka' calls out before closing the door to the workshop, followed by the sound of the garage door opening and closing.
Aria smiled fondly at the door before turning back to her workbench, the smile falling from her face. No matter how much time passed she still didn't know how they arrived in this world. Her fabulous Tinker powers didn't even give a suggestion for building a dimensional device. Instead it just gave her the plans for military radios and portable jukeboxes. Her powers were flat out ridiculous as far as Tinkers went. She wasn't limited by a specialty, but it also wasn't blackboxed by Shard shenanigans. The lack of blackboxed Tinkertech meant that anyone could reproduce her designs. It was just barely within the current tech level. Sometimes she wished her tech did have a specialty, but it was more useful in the long term.
She just hated feeling powerless.
Kriem and Muffy, ahem, Awaki and Misaka were her only connection to their old life. Aria pulled out a worn wallet from her pocket. The only thing she had left of her old life. Ding was used to inserting people as women. Being inserted into Worm as a woman was strangely appropriate. Ding, no, Aria sighed softly. She had to wash up and get ready for bed. Tomorrow she had school. What a joke. Aria was eighteen again and stuck in high school. Even more fun it was Winslow. So she did what any self respecting SI would do and decided to break the scenario.
She threw the wallet on the table in a fit of pique.
"Dammit…" It didn't help thinking of this as an SI. If anything it only made her angrier. This was a matter of their lives and she was trivializing it! Aria rubbed her forehead tiredly. How much of it was caused by her Shard, and how much was a defense mechanism? It didn't matter, the end result was that she was totally fucked up.
Aria slumped down at her worktable with a tired look. She looked over at the other project on her table. It was a squat ugly mechanical monstrosity with pipes and meters. This ugly thing would net her quite a bit of money with Toybox. A mass production ready water purifier cheaper than what was already on the market. It wasn't much of a change, but it was a start. Her Passenger wasn't trying to screw with her.
Sometimes it even helped.
The rain came down over the city of Brockton Bay. It wasn't a gentle rain, but a hard hitting deluge pummeling the ground like it owed them money. Most sensible people were inside during such a terrible night. A crowd of people down below clearly didn't get the message. There wouldn't be anything too unusual about them, lack of umbrellas notwithstanding, if they weren't chasing someone. The one they were chasing stood out even more. They were moving at a decent clip on a motorized contraption that looked like a skateboard.
"Get back here stupid onna!" The lead man with a shaved head and wearing red and green yelled.
"Fuck you ya damned weeb! You don't even have an accent!" The person they were chasing yelled back. Her clothes consisted on a black hoodie under a black rain poncho. She had a black bandanna over her mouth and nose. The heavy rain lashed at her face. Not for the first time was she cursing her lack of goggles.
The ABB gangsters weren't even chasing her for a good reason. She was female, shapely body that the layers of clothing didn't hide, and accidentally interrupted an initiation. They were in the middle of torturing a couple skinheads. The poor visibility worked against her as her motorized skateboard blew right through. Now she had something like fifteen guys chasing her.
"Ladies don't like persistent jackasses!" The young woman yelled and spilled a load of ball bearings behind her. It was childish, but when you used a little machine lubricant they became a legit threat. Several guys fell prey to her trick, but the ones who remained were unamused.
"Just fuckin' shoot the bitch!" The leader yelled.
"Of course they're gonna shoot me...Fuck my life…" She didn't have body armor. This was supposed to be a milk run for supplies. Her messenger bag was loaded down with materials. The backpack she wore held her tools. Maybe the tools could stop a bullet? With her luck it probably wouldn't work. Damn. This was the last time she took off without telling anyone. Her skateboard was breaking down. She could feel a vibration running through the frame. Damn it. Served her right for not upgrading to something more durable, but other projects took her attention.
The first few bullets were nowhere near her. Poor visibility, and the rain, made aiming difficult. Normally this would be fine, but she knew her luck wouldn't last. All it took was a lucky shot to put her out of commission. A bullet whinged off the ground and struck the bottom of her skateboard. The plywood contraption broke causing the young woman to tumble headlong along the ground. She concluded woozily that a helmet might have helped. Landing on her bag of tools made her back sore.
Pounding footsteps helped focus her mind on the real issue. The ABB punks were already starting to catch up. Her back ached abominably. She was certified screwed. The Tinker winced as that might prove to be an apt description of her circumstances. Painfully she slid a tool out of her messenger bag. It looked like a large monkey wrench mated with an engine. The duct tape wrapped around the grip, and connecting the components, made it look slapdash. Her last weapon was a pneumatic grip. The first bastard who tried anything was taking it to the nuts. Moments later the world flickered and she was no longer on the street but instead one of Brockton Bay's many rooftops where she could hear the confused and angry shouting of the ABB mooks down below. Standing before her was a rather annoyed redhead, with eyes matching her hair, wearing a blazer not suited for the weather and thoroughly soaked through.
Before even getting a chance to speak the world stuttered before her eyes once more leaving her on a different building alone until the teleporter flickered into existence beside her. The silence lasted for a few more teleports as the night was filled with the sound of rain and shouting that faded with each teleport, and with one final jump the Tinker was met with the reproachful gaze of her saviour.
"What were you thinking? Heading out alone this time of night?" the redhead spoke with calm annoyance oozing into each word.
The young woman who was dressed for the weather winced perceptibly. Since she was already thoroughly soaked through, she removed the hood. Pale blonde hair clung to her scalp as blue eyes took in her companion. She winced painfully as her back reminded her that lumpy metal tools dug into her spine. After some fidgeting she managed to stand. The pressure eased, but the bruises would be beauts tomorrow.
"I got a late night craving for scavenging. My power picked now to put me in a Tinker frenzy. I needed a transistor that I didn't have…Oh fuck! The transistor!" She scrabbled madly in her bag. Her torso bent almost double to keep the rain out of her parts. A barely audible sigh of relief said that her transistor was safe. If the transistor was damaged it would mean she made her friends worry over nothing. Straightening her back was done in stages to avoid injuring herself more.
The redhead sighed fondly and shook her head muttering "Why do I put up with this?" as the scenery suddenly changed indicating another teleport.
"Because you love me?" The Tinker bats her lashes winsomely. The sensation of teleportation something she's used to at this point.
With an amused huff, the redhead looks over the blonde's person before seemingly finding herself satisfied "Keep telling yourself that, now let's head home. It's not just me you've worried." the teleporter pointed out, the world around them flickering in and out of existence. The rest of the journey passed in silence and soon the usual drab buildings of the bay were replaced with the more run down structures of the docks. With a final teleport the duo were left in an alleyway opposite an 'abandoned' car garage.
The blonde eyed the location a moment with trepidation. She knew what was coming and wasn't looking forward to it at all. With the air of a person headed for the gallows, she walked up to the boarded over door. She ran a finger along the edge of the boards before a faint click was heard. The door opened, boards and all, just wide enough to allow the pair to slip inside. It shut with a firmer click and barely audible thunk as spring-loaded bolts engaged.
The duo made their way to the back of the garage where a scrapped together but sturdy looking door awaited them, the sound of sparking electricity sounding out in the room beyond. The blonde Tinker hung her head and sighed. Might as well face the music. With all the energy of a woman headed to the gallows, she opened the door and walked inside.
Sitting in her workshop was a small brunette girl dressed in a worn looking blue cloak of fabric with cheap grey clothing underneath. Glaring at the older tinker the small girl marched forward with sparks dancing off her hair wildly.
"Where have you been?! Demands MISAKA as she agitatedly considers shocking you in recompense for her worries." the girl demands, as she stares up at the taller woman with relieved brown eyes.
"I had a Tinker incident in the middle of the night...It drove me out to grab a transistor. I'm sorry for making you worry…" The older girl took her life in her hands and knelt to hug the sparking child. At least the rubber suit layer under her clothing was fine.
"You should have let us know, MISAKA states irritably while stamping her foot to broadcast the seriousness of her words." The girl did as her speech stated as the jumping electricity died down, the electrokinetic returning the hug.
"Ironically I had an idea for an electrical amp for increasing your output," she smiled wryly. The small girl stiffened and looked up at the tinker with a bright smile.
"Really? MISAKA asks with excitement while imagining all the useful things she could do with stronger output." the brunette expressed cheerfully.
"Yep. I just needed a transistor," the Tinker ruffled the child's hair fondly causing her to groan and stamp her foot. "Stop treating me like a kid! MISAKA whines but makes no effort to escape the pleasant patting."
Before the tinker could respond the redhead peered into the room with the words "You two have fun now, I'm gonna go use the shower to warm up." she then flickered from existence as she teleported into another room.
"I swear that girl…" She turned to where the teleporter stood. Her back aching even worse. Ah well. It wasn't like she would have to suffer long. Her injuries tended to heal quickly for some reason. Not like she was going to complain.
'Misaka' huffed and looked over the tinker once she was free of the hug, walking a circle around her to take note of her condition. "Are you okay? MISAKA asks with a hint of worry. You look a little scuffed up, MISAKA clarifies noticing the scratches on her friend's person."
"I landed on my tools, Aria said," the Tinker teased gently even as she winced. A twinge in her back muscles scolding her just as effectively as her friends.
The short girl pouted slightly at the teasing "You could have let me know I was doing it, MIS- Urk. Stupid bleedover…" she mumbled out while running her head in annoyance.
"If you suddenly stopped I would miss it," Aria smirked. She popped her back with a groan before starting to unburden herself. Her backpack and messenger bag were set down on the worktable. Carefully, to avoid aggravating her developing bruises, the rain poncho and hoodie came off. Underneath it all was a rubber bodysuit. It was perfectly fitted to her frame even with the visible stitching.
"If you say so. MI- Anyway I should probably get back to the warehouse soon. Try not to give me reasons to rush here in the middle of the night, eh?" The small girl teases with poking Aria.
"I'll be more careful. Ugh I need to build that defense weapon now…" Aria looked at a device on the worktable. It looked like a rubber glove with non-conductive rubber straps. On top of the glove was a box the same size as an old Nokia brick. Wires and screws were strewn around. It was a taser glove with a built in stun gun. At least it would be when she was finally finished. A Power Glove.
"And if you don't be more careful, I'll zap you." the brunette threatens, finally seeming to get her talking under control. With those words the ragged looking girl picks up a blue umbrella from the corner of the room and walked to the door "And that's a promise, yeah? Oh right before I go I made another...withdrawal. I thought you might need more money so here." the child reaches into her ragged cloak and takes out a flimsy plastic shopping bag wrapped around a wad of cash. Rather than tossing it however she instead deposits it upon a table near her.
"Come visit sometime 'kay?" 'Misaka' calls out before closing the door to the workshop, followed by the sound of the garage door opening and closing.
Aria smiled fondly at the door before turning back to her workbench, the smile falling from her face. No matter how much time passed she still didn't know how they arrived in this world. Her fabulous Tinker powers didn't even give a suggestion for building a dimensional device. Instead it just gave her the plans for military radios and portable jukeboxes. Her powers were flat out ridiculous as far as Tinkers went. She wasn't limited by a specialty, but it also wasn't blackboxed by Shard shenanigans. The lack of blackboxed Tinkertech meant that anyone could reproduce her designs. It was just barely within the current tech level. Sometimes she wished her tech did have a specialty, but it was more useful in the long term.
She just hated feeling powerless.
Kriem and Muffy, ahem, Awaki and Misaka were her only connection to their old life. Aria pulled out a worn wallet from her pocket. The only thing she had left of her old life. Ding was used to inserting people as women. Being inserted into Worm as a woman was strangely appropriate. Ding, no, Aria sighed softly. She had to wash up and get ready for bed. Tomorrow she had school. What a joke. Aria was eighteen again and stuck in high school. Even more fun it was Winslow. So she did what any self respecting SI would do and decided to break the scenario.
She threw the wallet on the table in a fit of pique.
"Dammit…" It didn't help thinking of this as an SI. If anything it only made her angrier. This was a matter of their lives and she was trivializing it! Aria rubbed her forehead tiredly. How much of it was caused by her Shard, and how much was a defense mechanism? It didn't matter, the end result was that she was totally fucked up.
Aria slumped down at her worktable with a tired look. She looked over at the other project on her table. It was a squat ugly mechanical monstrosity with pipes and meters. This ugly thing would net her quite a bit of money with Toybox. A mass production ready water purifier cheaper than what was already on the market. It wasn't much of a change, but it was a start. Her Passenger wasn't trying to screw with her.
Sometimes it even helped.
Zeroth Jupi
Sporadic Writer and Haver of Ideas
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
We hope to keep a good momentum going the whole way through though life might try to have other plans at times
as for our mix, it was kind of unintentional, Muffy and I picked characters from A Certain Magical Index/Scientific Railgun because they are interesting, while ding picked to make their own character and then we ended up with what we got
- Location
- California
But why Last Order? Without the clones to back her up, she doesn't have firepower or utility necessary to survive Worm.
Or did you get Last Order's body but original Railgun's power level?
Or did you get Last Order's body but original Railgun's power level?
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- Wales
I felt starting as Last Order gave some space for power development rather than just using Railgun at full power from the start since it is established that Esper powers can be trained up to higher levels. Also while Last Order's ability to fight isn't particularly the best, I'm pretty sure Esper Power wise she is slightly better with it than the other sisters (even if it is by a somewhat small amount) even on her own due to the fact she is capable of detecting electromagnetism where the other Sisters cannot.
- Location
- California
A rather big handicap, I'd say it is. It does, however, make things interesting. I am too used to either making a chaotic powerset or OP powerset.
Daily Living with Espers
Zeroth Jupi
Sporadic Writer and Haver of Ideas
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
--Daily Living with Espers--
Red eyes blearily open and close several times as rays of light spill upon their owner through a crack in the boarded window. With a groan, she raised a hand and showed the sun what she thought of it by flipping it off. Stretching like a cat the young woman pulled herself out of her comfortable if makeshift looking bed, her covers pooling at her feet as she went about her usual routine of waking up.
Slipping into fresh clothes Awaki made her way into the workshop, making a beeline for the coffee-maker while Aria mumbled to herself at a workbench in the corner. In a most certainly un-zombielike fashion she made herself the purest coffee possible when she was distracted by the beeping of an alarm near Aria.
The tinker seemed to snap out of her daze as her head snapped to the beeping clock like lightning. Bolting to her feet the blonde darted past the teleporter with self chiding yells of "Fuck fuck fuck I'm late...!" Aria's voice heterodynes into the distance. Didn't know she was a Mover.
Awaki stood alone in the workshop and took two gulps of coffee before the annoyance from the beeping of the alarm surpassed the desire to not expend any effort, she teleported to the electronic clock and lazily pressed the button. Blessed silence.
Her mug mysteriously empty Awaki set about making another cup much more alert than before, now functional Awaki started planning out her day seeing as she wasn't leading a gang of orphans nor going to the school that hell spat out she had more free time to go about her days than her fellow drop-ins, sadly there was surprisingly little for a teleporter to do around here to entertain herself that didn't involve fighting.
Perhaps she could make a day of wandering the boardwalk? There were still quite a few shops she hadn't seen there after all, her fingers twitched slightly at the thought of scoping out the stores for some small 'appropriations', clamping down on her fidgeting Awaki planned further now that she had a destination in mind, last time she'd been there she had found a few places that she could possibly use to people-watch unobtrusively and perhaps interact if she found an interesting cape.
Idly teleporting a rucksack to her hand the esper blinked up to the roof of the garage like she had many times before. As far as Awaki was aware there are no capes able to fly patrolling during school hours. "Should be safe enough" she mumbled, before proceeding to make her way to the Boardwalk via chain teleportation and soon she was met with the familiar sound of the boardwalk.
Looking down into her usual alleyway exit point she frowned in annoyance seeing one of the boardwalk's security officers smoking. It only took a moment for Awaki to move above a different exit point but it was still annoying. Glancing down once more she sighed in relief as she found the next alley empty. Hopefully that was a sign no one found out she existed yet. With a quick teleport the redhead was deposited on ground level and stepped out into the boardwalk, clean as always. Well as clean as Brockton Bay gets she supposed.
Awaki hummed as she passed by stores she had scoped out on one of her previous visits absentmindedly teleporting small knick-knacks into her rucksack whether they were useful or not secondary to satiating her kleptomania, another store down and Awaki returned the items back to their proper locations her head now clear enough to begin her people-watching.
It wasn't long that Awaki had been watching the mundane going-ons when she spotted a certain fox. Dirty blonde hair, lightly freckled face, and too smug by half it was easy to identify Lisa Wilbourn a.k.a. Tattletale. What made her even more troublesome was her power: Extraordinary Cold Reading. It wasn't quite as perfect as fanfiction made it out to be, but for someone in the cross-hairs of that vulpine grin? It was enough.
"Oh son of a-"
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"-bitch!" the Merchant gasped through his convulsions, merely to be met with another prod from metal prongs. Static danced from the metal into his skin and the yelling quickly faded.
"Eeeeh? You talk big and pass out from two lousy zaps? Misaka whines in disappointment." the short esper put away her fake taser and quickly got to work rifling through the gaunt man's coat pockets.
Darting up to the still twitching body a small boy with ginger hair began happily patting down the druggies pants. "That was awesome Biri! Do it again do it again! He twitches funny when you zap him!" he cheers with a bright smile revealing two missing teeth.
Before the electrokinetic could respond an older voice sighed in exasperation and a teenager stepped past the two looting children and scooped up a poorly maintained handgun from the ground.
"I know you wanted to help Zapper but didya really need to shock him so bad? Your lucky he didn't see you, it's hard to pass it off as a stun-gun when your hairs sparkin' like that you know?" he griped while running his hand tiredly through his long hair. Long for a boy anyway.
"He pulled a gun on Dec'! He's lucky I didn't fry him! Misaka shouts in outrage as she considers zapping the man further." The brunette loli stomps on the unconscious man with soft thumps.
"Aha! Yeah yeah! Zap him more Biri!" the young boy shouts in delight while pulling a ragged wallet from the merchant's pocket. "He does a funny little dance!"
"That's not helping Declan…" the oldest of the trio groans in defeat while pocketing the firearm. "I don't think you're gonna find anythin' else on him Zapper, lets get outta here before some other wackjob thinks mugging a kid's a good idea. We still gotta get some money for food in case you forgot squirt."
"Huh? I guess you're right 'Drew. Hey Dec' let's go! We've got some money to make! Misaka cheerfully announces." the girl bounced up to her feet and gave the dirty man a final kick for good measure before sprinting out of the alleyway followed by a whooping redheaded comet.
"The things I put up with…" the black haired boy shook his head ruefully before suddenly bringing his foot down on the merchant's leg with a crunch and stepping out into the streets.
He caught up to the tiny terrors messing with an ATM, the camera having been ruined so often they gave up on repairing it barring certain intervals. Ignoring some of the odd looks passers-by were giving to two children dressed in rags he stepped up to the machine, using his body to hide Misaka's work.
Sparks danced from her hands into the cash machine while the dark-haired teen pretended to use it normally. The screen glitched past the card scan and then once again onto the Cash withdrawal menu. The small esper glared at the machine with intense focus and sweat dripping down her forehead and for a moment the screen turned black causing the girl's ahoge to lean downwards in depression. The rebelling strand of hair quickly darted back up mirroring the girl's excitement as the machine began to click and whirr, depositing 400 dollars which she quickly snatched up and hid under her ragged cloak.
A cheer fought its way from her throat and clearly little Dec' felt the same, yet their glorious yells of triumph were cut short by the brutal hands of Andrew's common sense which swiftly covered their mouths.
"Let's go home you twerps. Mom's gonna want the rest of the shopping for dinner." the older boy states aloud while pulling the short duo along, releasing their mouths once off the street. "Seriously Zapper? You've done this enough to know that was stupid." Andrew chided with an irritated glare.
"Ehehe...Sorry? Misaka apologises. It's just this is the first time I managed to get it to spit out so much." She shuffled awkwardly while Declan gave his own mumbled apology.
"Yeah...It was so cool though! Hey hey 'Drew, what're we having for lunch?" the bright-eyed little boy asked, almost vibrating from his sheer excitement. "We got a lot today right? So we can have something really nice!"
"Calm down squirt." the tired looking teen sighed out with a rub of his hair. "We gotta feed the others back at the warehouse too. Plus the two ATMs we hit this morning only gave out a fifty and two twenties. Besides, Zapper's already decided what we're gonna do, right?" he shot a look at the ten year old 'clone'.
"Uhuh, that's right! Misaka declares with full confidence. We need to save up lots so we can't afford to splurge. I'd be a bad big sister if I wasted our money on useless things!... But maybe we could bring everyone back candy. Misaka admits secretly desiring something sweet and using the good of her fellow Child Errors as an excuse."
Andrew exasperatedly sighed as he seems wont to often do "You ain't fooling anyone Zapper, especially not when you're doing the talking thing again." he pointed out blandly eliciting an embarrassing "eep" from the girl and an uproarious laugh from Declan.
"But you know what? Candy sounds pretty damn good right now."
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Winslow High was the kind of place used in afterschool specials about inner city schools. No, really. It was like someone overheard a rumor about how shitty schools were and played a massive game of telephone. Then took the shittier end result and created Winslow. Aria had only one reason for going here and that was to Right A Great Wrong. She knew what it was like to be bullied in high school like Taylor. Unlike Taylor, she had a secret weapon in high school.
She used to be a 6'5" dude with a mountain man beard and Hagrid Hair.
Now for someone lacking Aria's incredible superpower, Taylor did a great job surviving. Unfortunately, the blonde Tinker lacked her once amazing power, but had something almost as good. A sharp wit, devastating technical skills, and no fucks given if she was expelled. Seriously. Getting expelled from Winslow just meant getting a GED. Nice to know she had an exit strategy, right?
Taylor Hebert was, to put it frankly, a gangly girl still growing into her body. Her hair was lustrous and well cared for, but the clothes she wore offset the care she took. She was as beaten down as a person could possibly be yet still had enough iron to keep going. Emma had no idea just what her old friend was truly capable of and never would. The redheaded idiot would keep judging Taylor by her high school self forever. At the moment that hidden core of iron was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh Taytay looks like your girlfriend is here~!" Not even here five minutes and already dealing with a ginger with no soul. This is where having no fucks to give came in handy. Aria swept up to her 'pal' Taylor and smiled.
"Emma's just jealous that you actually have a real friend," Aria nudged Taylor. The poor girl still looked mystified whenever the pretty blonde was friendly to her. Even if Taylor thought Aria was setting her up for something, she wouldn't. The Tinker just had to persevere!
"A real friend? You? A blonde bimbo with fake tits and ass? How much did your pimp pay?" Emma sneered, but it lacked punch. She was used to taunting Taylor, but Aria didn't have the same buttons to push. In fact her only button was Taylor, but Emma wasn't smart enough to realize that. At least not without buying a clue.
"Hey I'm a better friend than a track star, whose only claim to fame is running away, and an extra from The Hobbit," I gestured at Sophia and Madison as they approached. Sophia Hess a.k.a. Shadow Stalker visibly grit her teeth while the shortstack, ahem, Madison Clements bit her lip.
"We should...go to class…" Taylor tugged Aria's arm lightly.
"Yeah you better run, Blondie," Sophia spat derisively.
"I'm shaking in my shoes. Really. See me trembling? Frightened," Aria deadpanned, but let herself be lead away. Sophia watched her leave with molten hate.
To be honest Aria really should stop taunting Sophia. The poor girl was one bad day away from Second Triggering. It started on the first day they met. Aria was nice to Taylor, traded barbs with Emma, and ignored Madison. Sophia tried to shoulder check her to establish the pecking order. She probably shouldn't have done it on the stairs. Aria stepped around her and let the angry vigilante fall.
Aria ended up in detention for that and Sophia got a broken arm. Sophia came back with a healed arm after two days with a cast.
That was months ago and Sophia never forgot. Unlike how fanfiction portrayed her she wasn't stupid. She tried to make Aria 'pay' but usually came out of it second best. Banged up knuckles, scuffed knees, and Aria was blemish free. That was about the point the Tinker wondered if she had some sort of combat Thinker power. Either that or years of brawling as a guy was at work.
Not everything in Worm was about powers. Just most things.
Aria chided herself for letting her mind wander. School was school. It was deathly boring as she already knew all of this stuff. She had straight A's in everything without effort. The Tinker even kept Taylor's grades up by simply carrying her homework for her. All it took was some tutoring and someone actually being nice to her, and her grades stayed at a solid B. Couldn't quite get an A since Madison kept accusing Taylor of cheating in Mr. Gladly's class. The lump of human waste always believed her even though the two didn't sit next to each other.
The blonde bombshell, her volatility exceeding her beauty, sleepwalked through gym class. Dodgeball on the same team as Taylor. Didn't the idiots learn not to poke the sleeping giant? The only one in class as athletic as her was Sophia. Shadow Bitch couldn't phase out of a dodgeball to the grill. Ah bliss.
The happy moment would end up costing her.
Showering in the locker room was a mandatory health requirement. Probably the only rule Winslow followed in regards to their students. Aria showered off as a new design distracted her. The viability of a dodgeball gun as a weapon was dubious. Maybe firing medicine balls? Large spheres full of capture solution launched out of a bazooka? The blonde tilted her head. It wasn't a bad idea, but probably for a mech or something. How would she carry the balls conveniently?
Aria left the stall with a towel protecting her modesty. Another towel was used to dry her mid-back length hair as she walked towards her locker. Taylor gave a faint wave as she walked by eliciting a smile from the blonde. A smile that vanished without a trace as she opened her locker. Her locker, the place that she kept her clothes, was almost empty. The only thing left was her backpack. All of her books were gone too.
"How did they do that…?" Taylor got over her shyness from shock.
"Could you check the lost and found for me? I'm going to see if they left anything in my bag," Aria turned to Taylor with a smile.
"Uh sure...O-okay…" The slender brunette eyed the empty locker in amazement a moment longer. She visibly shook herself before heading to the girl's lost and found.
Aria made sure that Taylor was truly gone a moment longer. She quickly reached into the top of the locker, just inside the door, and detached a small camera. The little screen was only two by two, but big enough to get a preview of coming attractions. How did they get into her locker? She wasn't using a lock from a store. It was something she designed herself that required a firm thumb press while turning the key. Simple, but it looked no different than ordinary padlocks.
She had to bite her fist to keep from screaming in triumph.
There, on the screen, was a shadowy arm phasing things out of her backpack. The camera had a clear view of Sophia through the grill of the door. Aria bit down so hard she almost started to bleed. When she tasted copper, she forced herself to stop. This was exactly what she needed. Proof positive of that stupid bitch's identity. Now it was time for the next phase of the operation.
When the time was right Shadow Stalker would get burned.
"Ah...Aria? I could only find this…" Taylor came back in the middle of her happy dance.
"Oh well th-thank...you…?" Aria eyed the garments in Taylor's hands dubiously. Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, a unicorn t-shirt two sizes too small, and flip flops. Great. 3 am at Walmart Aria! Collect the set of white trash stereotypes!
Thank the Nep, the Gods, and whoever else was listening. She managed to reach home without anyone accosting her. Sort of a good/bad thing. Aria was happy to reach home safely, but also upset that she didn't have stress relief. Oh well. She consoled herself with the knowledge that soon Shadow Stalker's days were numbered. The high of success buoyed her as she drifted through the door to the old garage and…
...saw a strange blonde on the sofa.
"Fuck me with Legend's Rainbow Dildo," Aria sighed.
The other girl's laughter echoed in the garage.
Red eyes blearily open and close several times as rays of light spill upon their owner through a crack in the boarded window. With a groan, she raised a hand and showed the sun what she thought of it by flipping it off. Stretching like a cat the young woman pulled herself out of her comfortable if makeshift looking bed, her covers pooling at her feet as she went about her usual routine of waking up.
Slipping into fresh clothes Awaki made her way into the workshop, making a beeline for the coffee-maker while Aria mumbled to herself at a workbench in the corner. In a most certainly un-zombielike fashion she made herself the purest coffee possible when she was distracted by the beeping of an alarm near Aria.
The tinker seemed to snap out of her daze as her head snapped to the beeping clock like lightning. Bolting to her feet the blonde darted past the teleporter with self chiding yells of "Fuck fuck fuck I'm late...!" Aria's voice heterodynes into the distance. Didn't know she was a Mover.
Awaki stood alone in the workshop and took two gulps of coffee before the annoyance from the beeping of the alarm surpassed the desire to not expend any effort, she teleported to the electronic clock and lazily pressed the button. Blessed silence.
Her mug mysteriously empty Awaki set about making another cup much more alert than before, now functional Awaki started planning out her day seeing as she wasn't leading a gang of orphans nor going to the school that hell spat out she had more free time to go about her days than her fellow drop-ins, sadly there was surprisingly little for a teleporter to do around here to entertain herself that didn't involve fighting.
Perhaps she could make a day of wandering the boardwalk? There were still quite a few shops she hadn't seen there after all, her fingers twitched slightly at the thought of scoping out the stores for some small 'appropriations', clamping down on her fidgeting Awaki planned further now that she had a destination in mind, last time she'd been there she had found a few places that she could possibly use to people-watch unobtrusively and perhaps interact if she found an interesting cape.
Idly teleporting a rucksack to her hand the esper blinked up to the roof of the garage like she had many times before. As far as Awaki was aware there are no capes able to fly patrolling during school hours. "Should be safe enough" she mumbled, before proceeding to make her way to the Boardwalk via chain teleportation and soon she was met with the familiar sound of the boardwalk.
Looking down into her usual alleyway exit point she frowned in annoyance seeing one of the boardwalk's security officers smoking. It only took a moment for Awaki to move above a different exit point but it was still annoying. Glancing down once more she sighed in relief as she found the next alley empty. Hopefully that was a sign no one found out she existed yet. With a quick teleport the redhead was deposited on ground level and stepped out into the boardwalk, clean as always. Well as clean as Brockton Bay gets she supposed.
Awaki hummed as she passed by stores she had scoped out on one of her previous visits absentmindedly teleporting small knick-knacks into her rucksack whether they were useful or not secondary to satiating her kleptomania, another store down and Awaki returned the items back to their proper locations her head now clear enough to begin her people-watching.
It wasn't long that Awaki had been watching the mundane going-ons when she spotted a certain fox. Dirty blonde hair, lightly freckled face, and too smug by half it was easy to identify Lisa Wilbourn a.k.a. Tattletale. What made her even more troublesome was her power: Extraordinary Cold Reading. It wasn't quite as perfect as fanfiction made it out to be, but for someone in the cross-hairs of that vulpine grin? It was enough.
"Oh son of a-"
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"-bitch!" the Merchant gasped through his convulsions, merely to be met with another prod from metal prongs. Static danced from the metal into his skin and the yelling quickly faded.
"Eeeeh? You talk big and pass out from two lousy zaps? Misaka whines in disappointment." the short esper put away her fake taser and quickly got to work rifling through the gaunt man's coat pockets.
Darting up to the still twitching body a small boy with ginger hair began happily patting down the druggies pants. "That was awesome Biri! Do it again do it again! He twitches funny when you zap him!" he cheers with a bright smile revealing two missing teeth.
Before the electrokinetic could respond an older voice sighed in exasperation and a teenager stepped past the two looting children and scooped up a poorly maintained handgun from the ground.
"I know you wanted to help Zapper but didya really need to shock him so bad? Your lucky he didn't see you, it's hard to pass it off as a stun-gun when your hairs sparkin' like that you know?" he griped while running his hand tiredly through his long hair. Long for a boy anyway.
"He pulled a gun on Dec'! He's lucky I didn't fry him! Misaka shouts in outrage as she considers zapping the man further." The brunette loli stomps on the unconscious man with soft thumps.
"Aha! Yeah yeah! Zap him more Biri!" the young boy shouts in delight while pulling a ragged wallet from the merchant's pocket. "He does a funny little dance!"
"That's not helping Declan…" the oldest of the trio groans in defeat while pocketing the firearm. "I don't think you're gonna find anythin' else on him Zapper, lets get outta here before some other wackjob thinks mugging a kid's a good idea. We still gotta get some money for food in case you forgot squirt."
"Huh? I guess you're right 'Drew. Hey Dec' let's go! We've got some money to make! Misaka cheerfully announces." the girl bounced up to her feet and gave the dirty man a final kick for good measure before sprinting out of the alleyway followed by a whooping redheaded comet.
"The things I put up with…" the black haired boy shook his head ruefully before suddenly bringing his foot down on the merchant's leg with a crunch and stepping out into the streets.
He caught up to the tiny terrors messing with an ATM, the camera having been ruined so often they gave up on repairing it barring certain intervals. Ignoring some of the odd looks passers-by were giving to two children dressed in rags he stepped up to the machine, using his body to hide Misaka's work.
Sparks danced from her hands into the cash machine while the dark-haired teen pretended to use it normally. The screen glitched past the card scan and then once again onto the Cash withdrawal menu. The small esper glared at the machine with intense focus and sweat dripping down her forehead and for a moment the screen turned black causing the girl's ahoge to lean downwards in depression. The rebelling strand of hair quickly darted back up mirroring the girl's excitement as the machine began to click and whirr, depositing 400 dollars which she quickly snatched up and hid under her ragged cloak.
A cheer fought its way from her throat and clearly little Dec' felt the same, yet their glorious yells of triumph were cut short by the brutal hands of Andrew's common sense which swiftly covered their mouths.
"Let's go home you twerps. Mom's gonna want the rest of the shopping for dinner." the older boy states aloud while pulling the short duo along, releasing their mouths once off the street. "Seriously Zapper? You've done this enough to know that was stupid." Andrew chided with an irritated glare.
"Ehehe...Sorry? Misaka apologises. It's just this is the first time I managed to get it to spit out so much." She shuffled awkwardly while Declan gave his own mumbled apology.
"Yeah...It was so cool though! Hey hey 'Drew, what're we having for lunch?" the bright-eyed little boy asked, almost vibrating from his sheer excitement. "We got a lot today right? So we can have something really nice!"
"Calm down squirt." the tired looking teen sighed out with a rub of his hair. "We gotta feed the others back at the warehouse too. Plus the two ATMs we hit this morning only gave out a fifty and two twenties. Besides, Zapper's already decided what we're gonna do, right?" he shot a look at the ten year old 'clone'.
"Uhuh, that's right! Misaka declares with full confidence. We need to save up lots so we can't afford to splurge. I'd be a bad big sister if I wasted our money on useless things!... But maybe we could bring everyone back candy. Misaka admits secretly desiring something sweet and using the good of her fellow Child Errors as an excuse."
Andrew exasperatedly sighed as he seems wont to often do "You ain't fooling anyone Zapper, especially not when you're doing the talking thing again." he pointed out blandly eliciting an embarrassing "eep" from the girl and an uproarious laugh from Declan.
"But you know what? Candy sounds pretty damn good right now."
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Winslow High was the kind of place used in afterschool specials about inner city schools. No, really. It was like someone overheard a rumor about how shitty schools were and played a massive game of telephone. Then took the shittier end result and created Winslow. Aria had only one reason for going here and that was to Right A Great Wrong. She knew what it was like to be bullied in high school like Taylor. Unlike Taylor, she had a secret weapon in high school.
She used to be a 6'5" dude with a mountain man beard and Hagrid Hair.
Now for someone lacking Aria's incredible superpower, Taylor did a great job surviving. Unfortunately, the blonde Tinker lacked her once amazing power, but had something almost as good. A sharp wit, devastating technical skills, and no fucks given if she was expelled. Seriously. Getting expelled from Winslow just meant getting a GED. Nice to know she had an exit strategy, right?
Taylor Hebert was, to put it frankly, a gangly girl still growing into her body. Her hair was lustrous and well cared for, but the clothes she wore offset the care she took. She was as beaten down as a person could possibly be yet still had enough iron to keep going. Emma had no idea just what her old friend was truly capable of and never would. The redheaded idiot would keep judging Taylor by her high school self forever. At the moment that hidden core of iron was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh Taytay looks like your girlfriend is here~!" Not even here five minutes and already dealing with a ginger with no soul. This is where having no fucks to give came in handy. Aria swept up to her 'pal' Taylor and smiled.
"Emma's just jealous that you actually have a real friend," Aria nudged Taylor. The poor girl still looked mystified whenever the pretty blonde was friendly to her. Even if Taylor thought Aria was setting her up for something, she wouldn't. The Tinker just had to persevere!
"A real friend? You? A blonde bimbo with fake tits and ass? How much did your pimp pay?" Emma sneered, but it lacked punch. She was used to taunting Taylor, but Aria didn't have the same buttons to push. In fact her only button was Taylor, but Emma wasn't smart enough to realize that. At least not without buying a clue.
"Hey I'm a better friend than a track star, whose only claim to fame is running away, and an extra from The Hobbit," I gestured at Sophia and Madison as they approached. Sophia Hess a.k.a. Shadow Stalker visibly grit her teeth while the shortstack, ahem, Madison Clements bit her lip.
"We should...go to class…" Taylor tugged Aria's arm lightly.
"Yeah you better run, Blondie," Sophia spat derisively.
"I'm shaking in my shoes. Really. See me trembling? Frightened," Aria deadpanned, but let herself be lead away. Sophia watched her leave with molten hate.
To be honest Aria really should stop taunting Sophia. The poor girl was one bad day away from Second Triggering. It started on the first day they met. Aria was nice to Taylor, traded barbs with Emma, and ignored Madison. Sophia tried to shoulder check her to establish the pecking order. She probably shouldn't have done it on the stairs. Aria stepped around her and let the angry vigilante fall.
Aria ended up in detention for that and Sophia got a broken arm. Sophia came back with a healed arm after two days with a cast.
That was months ago and Sophia never forgot. Unlike how fanfiction portrayed her she wasn't stupid. She tried to make Aria 'pay' but usually came out of it second best. Banged up knuckles, scuffed knees, and Aria was blemish free. That was about the point the Tinker wondered if she had some sort of combat Thinker power. Either that or years of brawling as a guy was at work.
Not everything in Worm was about powers. Just most things.
Aria chided herself for letting her mind wander. School was school. It was deathly boring as she already knew all of this stuff. She had straight A's in everything without effort. The Tinker even kept Taylor's grades up by simply carrying her homework for her. All it took was some tutoring and someone actually being nice to her, and her grades stayed at a solid B. Couldn't quite get an A since Madison kept accusing Taylor of cheating in Mr. Gladly's class. The lump of human waste always believed her even though the two didn't sit next to each other.
The blonde bombshell, her volatility exceeding her beauty, sleepwalked through gym class. Dodgeball on the same team as Taylor. Didn't the idiots learn not to poke the sleeping giant? The only one in class as athletic as her was Sophia. Shadow Bitch couldn't phase out of a dodgeball to the grill. Ah bliss.
The happy moment would end up costing her.
Showering in the locker room was a mandatory health requirement. Probably the only rule Winslow followed in regards to their students. Aria showered off as a new design distracted her. The viability of a dodgeball gun as a weapon was dubious. Maybe firing medicine balls? Large spheres full of capture solution launched out of a bazooka? The blonde tilted her head. It wasn't a bad idea, but probably for a mech or something. How would she carry the balls conveniently?
Aria left the stall with a towel protecting her modesty. Another towel was used to dry her mid-back length hair as she walked towards her locker. Taylor gave a faint wave as she walked by eliciting a smile from the blonde. A smile that vanished without a trace as she opened her locker. Her locker, the place that she kept her clothes, was almost empty. The only thing left was her backpack. All of her books were gone too.
"How did they do that…?" Taylor got over her shyness from shock.
"Could you check the lost and found for me? I'm going to see if they left anything in my bag," Aria turned to Taylor with a smile.
"Uh sure...O-okay…" The slender brunette eyed the empty locker in amazement a moment longer. She visibly shook herself before heading to the girl's lost and found.
Aria made sure that Taylor was truly gone a moment longer. She quickly reached into the top of the locker, just inside the door, and detached a small camera. The little screen was only two by two, but big enough to get a preview of coming attractions. How did they get into her locker? She wasn't using a lock from a store. It was something she designed herself that required a firm thumb press while turning the key. Simple, but it looked no different than ordinary padlocks.
She had to bite her fist to keep from screaming in triumph.
There, on the screen, was a shadowy arm phasing things out of her backpack. The camera had a clear view of Sophia through the grill of the door. Aria bit down so hard she almost started to bleed. When she tasted copper, she forced herself to stop. This was exactly what she needed. Proof positive of that stupid bitch's identity. Now it was time for the next phase of the operation.
When the time was right Shadow Stalker would get burned.
"Ah...Aria? I could only find this…" Taylor came back in the middle of her happy dance.
"Oh well th-thank...you…?" Aria eyed the garments in Taylor's hands dubiously. Hello Kitty pajama bottoms, a unicorn t-shirt two sizes too small, and flip flops. Great. 3 am at Walmart Aria! Collect the set of white trash stereotypes!
Thank the Nep, the Gods, and whoever else was listening. She managed to reach home without anyone accosting her. Sort of a good/bad thing. Aria was happy to reach home safely, but also upset that she didn't have stress relief. Oh well. She consoled herself with the knowledge that soon Shadow Stalker's days were numbered. The high of success buoyed her as she drifted through the door to the old garage and…
...saw a strange blonde on the sofa.
"Fuck me with Legend's Rainbow Dildo," Aria sighed.
The other girl's laughter echoed in the garage.
Zeuseus
KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!!
Well. I have a new favourite phrase.
Zeroth Jupi
Sporadic Writer and Haver of Ideas
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Ding has a rather amusing set of phrases I admit wholeheartedly
Ok, which to to aru character is Aria?
- Location
- California
Aria is the non-crossover SI
The tag on his profile was true, then. He is verified to be slightly unsane.