Emma laughs at something funny she sees on the internet trawling around with something to do.
"Ahh, cats. What would the internet do without you?" she muses to herself.
An eyebrow rises when she notices a notification for her instant-messenger program.
"This late? Geeze," she mutters, opening up the program and seeing what the deal was.
As she read the message that was sent to her by "PlausibleDeniabolical", she feels a bit of a chill in the room.
"Don't go to school tomorrow. The bitch was outside your house. Started towards mine before I took a potshot. Aimed at your room but got spooked and fled."
Emma knew the handle all too well, it was the one she and Sophia had come up with for when she was talking about stuff in-costume.
"What did you do," she sent back, waiting for an answer. When Sophia said she would "take care of it", Emma was concerned a bit, considering her friend's hastiness when it came to her cape activities.
"Not here. In person." Sophia sent back in lieu of an answer.
It must have been bad if she wasn't even willing to elaborate vaguely on it. Emma wasn't really concerned about Taylor, though. She was far too pitiful to actually go through with anything, even if she did have powers.
"Tonight?" Emma responded.
"Tomorrow," Sophia responded. That must have been why Emma was warned not to go to school.
Emma let out a disappointed sigh. Sophia was strong, there was no doubt about that, but she was just so damn hasty. It was a good part of why their dynamic worked so well in the first place, and Sophia knew it. Emma was the closest thing she had to a planner, someone who could keep her from going out half-cocked.
It was Emma who suggested zipties, for example, since Sophia had been spending too much money on bolts and just using those to pin gangsters down. A total waste of ammo considering how many she went through in a night.
'Hopefully, she didn't screw the pooch too badly with putting Taylor back in her place,' Emma thought, deleting all the messages from "PlausibleDeniabolical"
Dad looked upset. Really really upset.
"Taylor, why didn't you tell me instead of," he trailed off, gesturing to the basement. The walls were completely covered with an unbroken layer of cacti, blood-red thorns and little eyes poking out all over them. I had grown the plants up and over the walls and the ceiling, mutating them so that they could attack anyone I deemed a threat, collapsing the ceiling inwards with some subtle magics.
I based them on something I had read about called a "Teddy-bear cactus", one whose thorny fruits could explode off of their parent plant, sticking to things with incredibly painful barbs.
The rest of the house was little better. I had covered all the wooden surfaces in the house with tiny holes, thin enough to be almost unnoticable, but also filled with the same blood-red thorns, and in various places, I had hidden more of my eyeball fruits, these ones more advanced as I had combined cactus plants and pieces of paper with some chrome flakes.
The result were halfway decent cameras, the cacti swirling visual mana inside itself and pumping that mana into the paper to record on it. When the paper ran out of room on the spool, the feed would reverse, using chrome magic to scour the paper clean and reapply it.
I had also taken the time to add some of those eyebulbs around the outside of the house as well. They wouldn't record anything, but I had used thin vines to wire them to my room. A little music box on my nightstand would begin chiming when any movement was detected anywhere outside of my house. Not loudly, but enough to wake me up if anyone or anything came near the place.
With merely the slightest intention on my part, nearly anything in my home could erupt with barbed, bloodthirsty thorns, and with utter ease, I could track things happening in and around it.
If anyone broke into my lab again, I could crush them to death with a gesture.
Dad was unhappy with what I had done in secret. But that was nothing compared to how he reacted when I told him about the picture I had found, and what I had done, going out at night.
He looked pale when I told him about the crossbow I had nearly been shot with.
"Taylor. I want all of this stuff gone. You know better than this. I know you have powers now, and I know you were afraid, I am too, but this?" he gestures around the house, which I had taken the time to fortify.
"I can't even think of how many laws this breaks, much less what it would mean if that photograph was released. If you had actually done anything... All they would have needed to do was turn that photo into the police. Even if they lied about you doing anything, if they did investigate our home, and found out you had covered it with all of these traps, heaven-forbid if any of them had actually gone off," he says.
He grabs me in a hug. "I can't lose you, Taylor. You need to know that, I-" he trails off, swallowing heavily.
I wanted to object, object at how unfair it was, at how much danger we were in. We needed this stuff, needed to keep ourselves safe!
"After you've gotten rid of everything, we're going to the police, or the PRT, or wherever we need to go to report this, Taylor," he says, letting me go and looking me in the eyes with ironclad resolve. I didn't think I could get out of this, but before I could even try, he continues.
"We could go in costume or disguise, or whatever you think needs to happen, but what happened isn't something we can take care of. You were threatened and attacked by a parahuman, in your own home no less. If we brought that to the authorities, told them that you believed these bullies of yours were responsible, and told them about how you knew, then they could do something about it."
"Even I know that what happened to you simply isn't done," he says, confusing me.
He gives me a look, seemingly noticing my reaction. "I'm not completely ignorant, Taylor. If someone threatened a cape's identity, heads could literally roll for it. Nobody wants to see what someone like Kaiser would do if he thought he had no other option."
Something enters his expression that looks downright malicious. "What do you think the authorities would do to someone who threatened the safety of a person with powers like yours?" he asks.
"Who were they? If you don't want to go, I will. I'll explain enough to get an investigation opened," he offers.
I shook myself out of my stupor, trying to take back control of the conversation. How did he know so much about capes? Even I hadn't gotten around to researching the sort of things he was talking about. I had no clue what he meant about the authorities caring about my identity being preserved, I thought, at most, maybe they could be charged with breaking and entering, or something like that.
If they even did get charged. I had no proof. Just like always, stupid Taylor didn't bother to get any. I even destroyed the picture. I was just so angry, I blasted it without a second thought.
It would just be my word against theirs again, but this time, it would bleed into my new life as a cape too.
[][Concessions] No, I refuse to remove the fortifications on the house. We aren't safe without them.
[][Concessions] I'm not bringing this to the PRT, I don't want to reveal my powers to them.
[][Concessions] I can't tell you who they are. Please don't make me.
[][Concessions] All of the above. I won't remove the fortifications. I'm not going to have anything to do with the PRT. I'm not telling you who the bullies are. I'll take care of this.
[][Concessions] Write-in.