Datcord Says: 47
*high-pitched noise of glee audible only to dophins, bats, and dogs*
AND it's a Dinah chapter! Hurrah!
No, really. He took them to a literal vet. They all have their shots and have been chipped, just in case.Oni Lee had carefully vetted the drivers selected for the task,
...look, you don't argue with Oni Lee. It's... unwise.
"Yeah, boss... there's these guys who just keep hanging out around the place. Dressed in crimson and emerald?"as well as had a few lookouts stationed near the Alcott home to watch for suspicious activity.
"...."
"So... like, should I call the cops or...-OH GOD NOT THE FACE!"
O-Oni? I... I think most of those knives are YOURS.If she needed someone to listen to her as well as watch for knives in the dark, well, Oni Lee could do that too.
I gotta be honest: These little bits of introspection are really nicely done. Like... There's a quiet sense of melancholy to them, but balanced by his resolve to advance and become a Real Boy again, you know?Sometimes, even more rarely, his thoughts drifted further: what had he been like? In truth, Oni Lee did not think he would ever know.
...why is she knocking on her own house's door? Is this is thing rich people do?Dinah tugged him up the short steps to her front door and knocked twice,
*cough*AMBUSH*cough*The routine was broken when Mrs Alcott exhaled slowly instead of grabbing for Dinah's other hand. "Yes, Dinah. He can stay for dinner. Go wash up, now."
*cough*TRAP*cough*
Oh, your god, she's a Changer! She's probably secretly Kaiser's sister or something, since steel seems to run in their... what? "just an expression"? But... I already had a backstory for her and EVERYTHING!Oni Lee stayed on the porch, and watched Mrs Alcott. The woman visibly steeled herself before speaking.
...fine. Jerks. *sulks*
I mean... generally, he UN-makes trouble. In a most terminal fashion.
"I'm gonna kidnap a possibly parapowered puppy and extort his owner."Besides; he had every confidence that Dinah would find a new means of subverting her parents' wishes if he declined,
"These aren't weapons. They are... my... uh... seeing eye grenades?"
...again, do rich people have weaponry rooms to go with the cloak room? (Yes, I know, Edna: "NO CLOAKS!")"Understood. Is there somewhere set aside that I may leave my gear?"
I just have this image of Dinah's mom waiting patiently as Oni Lee disarms... and disarms... and continues to disarm... and CONTINUES to disarm....The bandolier across his chest, complete with four fragmentation and two flash grenades was first, followed by six knives in a variety of sizes (including the one hidden in his boot), and finally his short blade, once he managed to disentangle it from its place at his belt.
...whu-oh. Someone's gotten on Dinah's bad side, I think. I wonder if it's because ofThe girl frowned, pursed her lips in determination just like her mother,
Why he kept hearing the word "MILF" whenever Brandish or Photon Lady was brought up by his gang?Oni Lee saw the sea of white costumes arranged around the long dining table, he understood several things at once:
Don't worry, Oni Lee! The kitten will save you! ...somehow.First, that the Alcotts were indeed foolish enough to invite the entirety of New Wave to this affair and still request that he not cause trouble;
...wait, hold up.Second, that if Dinah's power operated how he thought it did, then the girl considered the risk of going ahead with this to be within acceptable limits;
He doesn't know how her power works? He NEVER EVEN ASKED? I... damn. I mean, if that isn't a clear cut sign of "I only want to protect you...."
"I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed."Oni Lee was going to personally express his disappointment in them.
"So... you're not going to stab us?"
"No, I am. But not because I'm mad at you. Just... disappointed."
Hey! I'm sure the Alcotts hired a very good cook!
Okay, Oni Lee, listen to me... Whatever you do, don't OPEN with the ménage à trois suggestion to Sarah Pelham. (That's something you ask over the desert wine.)Right now, any potential move had consequences, lasting ones, and the enormity of the task before him left Oni Lee feeling numb from indecision.
Oh, sweet hell, Anne Robinson's there, too?!a sound tactical choice, putting the defensive cape next to the weakest link.
.... *helpless laughter*What was the closest equivalent to this situation, something that he could emulate? There was only one answer in recent memory:
Tea time is courtesy time.
Glorious. Glorious, glorious callback. Simple fantastic, US.
"...this isn't going to be some lecture about how my 'secret identity' is a 'sacred gift' that I should 'only give to the right person,' is it? Because I've already had that one. Lung had a Powerpoint on it."
HNNNG! I did not order these feels, and I would like to return them!"New Wave cooperates with the Protectorate. Do you have any records of me? Do you know my name?"
Lady Photon's face was like stone-- if she lied, Oni Lee had no idea. "No."
"...that is a shame," he said after a moment. "Neither do I."
Seriously, they burned rubber all the way down the driveway. Eventually, they'll realize they never actually TOOK the money. ...probably.the Alcotts having employed a caterer for the night-- one that very swiftly left as soon as their task was complete.
"I needed a new hobby, since kicking your asses in fights was getting boring.""So," she began, her voice clipped and eyes sharp, "Oni Lee. What made you suddenly start following the mayor's niece?"
Well... I mean, his CLONES did a lot of the murder, really. I think we'd have to let the courts decide if the original can be prosecuted for a clone's crimes, don't you agree? Rule of law and all that."You're a serial murderer," Brandish ground out between her teeth.
I mean, I'm pretty sure US didn't MEAN to write that to sound like an overprotective dad warning off a potential boyfriend, but....
Oni Lee slowly glanced down at Manpower's two attached and fully functioning legs."The last time I saw you this close, you blew off my leg with a grenade."
Manpower made the only legally acceptable response.
Ah, yes. As the man once said: "Let he who is without sin hurl the first high explosive.""I remember that encounter. I believe that was just before your Flashbang filled the area with explosives."
I'm.. pretty sure that was a flowery version of "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough."?"I suspect that you do not regret your methods; therefore, I will not regret mine. I can expect no mercy, and as such, can offer none. This is the life that parahumans have chosen."
I... I hadn't realized how much I wanted Protective Onii-chan Lee until this story. What the hell, US. What the hell."My sister did not choose this, but others chose for her. Dinah has not chosen this. Others have attempted to choose for her. I do not agree with their presumption; that is why I do this."
...also, look at that! Got through that entire section without making a single Tale of Genji joke! Ha!
-wait, FUCK.
"You don't get it, Mom! I'm deep now!"She'd long since stripped away the trappings of innocence that had once adorned it:
And pictures of Taylor eating. And pictures of Taylor sleeping. And a lock of Taylor's hair. And....
Hahahahaaa-no, you didn't. GLITTER NEVER GOES AWAY, EMMA. It's like herpes!
*pained groan* Oh, god. Oh, god no, please no. She's hit THAT stage of life. I'm cringing in remembered awkwardness already.Emma had grown up, in the past couple years. She'd really gotten a good look at how the world worked, not how a naive person hoped it did.
...holy shit, Emma. I've got a notarized letter here from a... Mr. Bulwer-Lytton that says you need to calm the fuck down.Sophia had explained it to her, in that alleyway, where every shadow was a lurking reminder of her childishness being excised by a knife.
Yeah... and how's that been working out for you, again?Emma was willing to fight. Ready to put anyone down that she could, to raise herself a little higher.
I mean, I'm normally a proponent of that philosophy, but... uh... maybe not so much in this case.
Well, you know what they say: "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley when confronted with an Act of doG."
...shut up, they could say that. You don't know! You don't know!
Hmm... I don't really have a good response to that one. Luckily, Kuni DOES!Emma chose to end their lifelong friendship in favor of keeping Sophia,
...wait. That EMMA didn't need TAYLOR? ...no, stop looking at me like that, this isn't gonna be perverse! Honestly!Except Taylor wouldn't go away, wouldn't let years of sisterhood be shoved aside, wouldn't accept that Emma didn't need her anymore.
It's just that you don't see THAT mindset often from Emma, you know? It's always how Taylor is worthless without Emma and she can't even function as a girl and blah blah blah. And here... you have Emma admitting, even in a backhanded fashion, that SHE was the one who needed Taylor. So, you know, we've seen a LOT of Taylor's "Emma was my only friend" stereotype... but now I'm wondering just how many friends EMMA had in return. Because I'm starting to get the feeling that it wasn't a lot.
And there's where you made one of your big ol' mistakes. It's entirely possible for more than one person to win at things like this, Emma. Friendships are not a zero sum game, you idiot.She was supposed to win, but that required someone else to lose,
Well, you have to remember to always get conse*burbles into scotch glass*
*opens mouth*They watched each other's backs so nobody could put them down.
*pauses*
*closes mouth*
No. No, the mods have had a hard enough week, no need to add to it with ANY of those possible jokes. Instead, I'll take the smart choice: Mr. Scotch's strong arms!
Ho ho he he ha ha?
Constellations used "Learn Valuable Life Lesson!" (Now we just have to wait and see if it was effective.)She was supposed to be in control, but a rule through fear vanished as soon as the threat was gone.
*silently sets out scotch bottle*She'd prove that she wouldn't be swept aside, that she wasn't at the bottom because there'd be others underneath her heels.
*pours a glass*
*ignores the glass, starts drinking directly from the bottle*
Oh, he'd better not. Obaa-chan would KNOW.
*twitches*So, what was Emma supposed to do now-- and what was she going to do?
*gets the crowbar to pry open that extra crate of scotch*
It's good to see you back, US! I know some people will be aggravated by the section showing Emma as something other than a mindless hatebot, but I have to admit: You write a REALLY GOOD broken/damaged Emma. I actually feel empathy for her, not just "RARGH, SHE'S A MEANIE!" anger. Well done!