You run faster than you've ever run before, even when you built Super Spy for speed. You never had a reason to go all-out then, but now you do, as your limbs tumble and splay, you throw yourself down flights of stairs in a way that would injure anyone who wasn't made of wood and numb flesh. You abandon all pretense of humanity, limbs extending and stretching to their very breaking point to aid your desperate flight. The you who is Kudzu heaves your bulk from where you sit to the edge of the stairwell, taking the final plunge and clattering down the stairs with a heaving and fleshy thump due to a kick from Super Spy as you race past it to the window and throw it open. You hurl yourself down to the street below, crossing stories in the blink of an eye. It's nighttime, and nobody's around, but you know you only have precious seconds before someone bothers to look out their window at the noise you're generating - So you just have to be
faster. You throw out a tentacle, a hand attached to the end of it, and grip onto a windowsill on the first floor, using it to slow your momentum just enough to not break your wooden legs as they land and immediately swing yourself into the door, transferring vertical momentum into horizontal.
You can see him staring at the noise you made on the stairs from the outside, even as you as Kudzu continue to slowly thump and crawl your way down the stairs. You throw open the doors and don't even bother to try and reach him. Instead, you just throw everything you have at him from the doorway. Tentacles burst out from your body, extending out of your mouth, your false stomach, your arms and legs, breaking free from the prison of wood and false flesh you have built for them, all racing towards his back with the sole purpose of
stopping him. He barely has time to react, turning his head to the side to look back at the sudden noise, before you are on him, your tentacles wrapping around him and yanking your now limbless torso forward even as a multitude of nails and tiny spines perforate his skin and inject the paralytic poison you've stored around your body. He gasps out a word: "What-", then goes slack in your arms as the poison rapidly takes effect. It almost looks like you're hugging him, as you gently lay him down on the floor. His eyes twitch around, filled with terror, but it's clear his body is no longer responding to his commands. Some part of you internally relaxes at that, but a larger part of you is even more worried about how to deal with him now.
Creation Report Updated!
Name: Super Spy!
Keywords: Blitz, Perceptive, False Humanoid, Shield, Poison
Description: A desperate defense calls for desperate measures. Less a passable disguise and more a humanoid vehicle for dozens of tentacles, Super Spy can launch these little stingers out quite a ways, to wrap around people, inject paralytic poison, or simply for purposes of transit. This, of course, has come at the cost of breaking quite a bit of the wood and exposing most of the more inhuman additions you concealed beneath it.
You start to slowly heave Kudzu's bulk back up the stairs, as your
Flesh lets out a sigh of relief. Super Spy goes over to the door and discretely shuts it, before turning back to the body of the man in the Wizard Hat, which has now fallen off his head and rolled away slightly. You lean down and start to prepare to pick him up, when your concentration is interrupted by a gasp - You perk up. Sabrina's here, by Kudzu, carrying a basket of clothes! She's leaning over it and seems to be wondering what it's doing out of its room…your hearing isn't so good with Kudzu, unfortunately. You walk up the stairs, even as Kudzu continues heaving upwards, the long tendril at its center waving slightly to Sabrina. It's only half a minute or so before you arrive at where Sabrina is, though. She flicks her tongue out, looking at you apprehensively. "Did something happen? You, uh…" She gestures to your limbs, which now that you glance at them, do seem to be somewhat more disjointed and out of order then you remember them being. "...Yes. Something did happen. Uh. Someone came here and…uh…he tried to, you know, get to my core-and I kinda panicked and so I wound up needing to stop him-" Sabrina's eyes widen. "
Did you kill him?" Her voice is a panicked whisper, and she drops the basket of clothes at her feet, prepared to rush downstairs.
You shake your head, and she hisses out a sigh of relief. "No! No, not at all, that'd be
evil. No, I just, uh, paralyzed him with some poison while Kudzu distracted him. He's still downstairs! I think he's a mage, like you - He's wearing this big wizard hat!" Her eyes widen again. "...Alright, take me to him. We'll sort this out, don't you worry, kid." You lead her downstairs to the still body of the man, his eyes still darting around in fear. He makes a strange sort of sound - A muffled groaning that you think is an attempt to scream - when he sees you. You smile and wave at him, which doesn't seem to help matters. Sabrina leans down and starts searching his pockets, pulling out a wallet and digging around in it. She pulls out some paper - Which must be credits, you think - And sets it to the side. Then an ID…which seems to have been what she was looking for. "Right. This is…Jeremy Pallet. He's forty-six, a registered mage with the listed specialties of 'biology' and 'investigation'. No wonder he wound up looking for you, kid, you sound right up his wheelhouse." She keeps digging through his wallet and pulls out some kind of pin with a hammer insignia on it, then curses. "Shit. He's a Guard contractor." This is the second time you've heard something like that - Wasn't Sydney one of those?
"Guard contractor?" She glances back to you and nods. "Yeah. Uh…the Guard are law enforcement, they work for the Republic - But that means they work for the USCA in this town, you know? They make a habit of 'contracting' powerful mages to incentivize them to not cause trouble, and to smack down anyone who's above their paygrade. Not full corporate mage, not independent, but a weird sort of in between. That means that eventually, someone's going to come looking for this guy, and they'll probably be able to track him magically." You nod. "Don't worry! I have some, uh, maybe-sorta-plans? I can maybe whip up some stuff that'll prevent him from being tracked. Or something that'll make him forget this ever happened! Or, heck, a compulsion to not talk about it, maybe?"
She flicks her tongue out. "Dangerous games. The first one, you won't know if you've failed until they're at your door. Second one…memory fuckery is…mmm. Better than killing him, I guess." Another muffled gargle from Jeremy, which you assume means agreement! "But definitely gonna be hard, and might get broken later. Same for the compulsion - If someone outside of him notices, or there's enough, uh…internal dissidence? Where his mind is fighting itself - He might be able to break it or subvert it in some way. We'll sort it out - For now, we need to tie his hands together, put a blindfold on him, and gag him until we're ready to interrogate him after the poison wears off. If we want to do that, we gotta make sure that he can't do any magic." You nod, and some of your tentacles do exactly that.
Sabrina blinks. "I guess that works. I, uh, can rip up some cloth, too - So you don't have to do that forever." You smile at her. "You're really good at this, Sabrina! I don't know what I'd do without you. Alright, I'm going to go take him upstairs to one of the empty rooms." She nods. "Good idea. You got one with a chair we can tie him too?" You nod, thinking of the room you found the doll in. "Great."
With that, it's a simple matter of hauling him upstairs, with Sabrina's help! Many hands make light work, as they say, and you've got so many hands. Once he's tied to the chair, eyes flickering between you and Sabrina, you look to Sabrina as well. "So, what now?" She flicks her tongue out, thoughtfully. "Now, we wait for the poison to wear off. How long do you think that'll take?" You rub your chin with a tentacle. "...Probably tomorrow morning!" Sabrina nods. "Right. I'll stay here with you till then, get some of those clothes put away…all that stuff. Then, we can ask this guy why he was looking around you." And so you stay up all night, waiting for Jeremy to recover, and thinking over something very important…
Sabrina eventually falls asleep, as does Jeremy, but you just wait patiently for both of them. Sabrina wakes up first, stretching slightly, and then reaching over to try and shake Jeremy awake from his pretty uncomfortable sleeping position on the chair! He jolts awake with a gasp, and you remove the gag from his mouth. While you intend to interrogate him, the first words spoken are by him. "Oh, fuck, that wasn't a bad dream - Who
are you?"
You answer with a sunny smile. "Oh, nice to meet you, Jeremy! I'm-" And you say the name that you spent last night crafting for just this scenario, to differentiate yourself from whoever he's looking for (and you know it's a who, you know who he's here for, now, after you've spent your night thinking on what happened).
Please choose a name! This will be permanent. You may assume fake names, but whatever name you choose here will be your name. This may include titles, such as 'Magical Girl', as the most obviously pertinent one. This choice may or may not have meaning later! Depends on what you pick. Several suggestions have been provided to you.
[] Magical Girl Flesh Helper
[] Your Friend
[] Bio-Kid
[] Write-In
And so the curtains close on the Prologue. Congratulations on making it, folks! Now, the real fun begins, as our dear Magical Girl Flesh Horror sets out into the world in earnest. But before any of that - It's time for an intermission. She's not the only person in the city, after all…
[] "And now, for the news."
[] "Please do not resist."
[] "A real boneheaded move."
