I dial the number as soon as I can find my phone. I will not allow this choice bullshit to stand.
"Armsmaster here."
"You're awake?"
"Of course. I take many tinkertech stimulants-"
"That's great, but not actually important right now. I heard Shadow Stalker was back in town, and I was worried she might come after me. Are you able to tell me anything that would keep me safe from her?" He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.
"I can assure you Taylor, nobody would be stupid enough to bring her back into town. The blowback alone-"
"Then it really doesn't matter what you tell me about her, now does it! Now how the fuck do I get her off my back!" My roommate stirs from her bedroll.
"Why are you yelling Taylor? Its way too late for this."
"Where did you hear Sophia was in town?"
"The neighborhood fucking watch!" I take a moment to take a breath. "I apologize for my outburst, but you have to understand. I need to be able to defend myself against her." Cheating bitch just phases through all my holds.
"I think I see what's going on here." I doubt it, but whatever gets you on my side. "I personally think nobody would be stupid enough to transfer Sophia back into the same state as you," As she punches me in the face in the other timeline. "but personal trauma isn't nearly so reasonable. If she gets within striking distance I suggest you use a tazer, or other electric weapon. It will short out her power, and render her tangible. Was that all?"
"Yes."
"Then I have an invitation to extend to you. Come Thursday there will be a fundraising event where we're unveiling a new Ward." Oh my God, this is not the time for that.
"Text me the details for that later, I gotta go!" I hang up and throw my phone into the covers. Motherfucking son of a bitch!! That doesn't help me at all! I already sent Aisha away for help, and I don't have any tazers in my room! I could've made a rune for that, but like a dumbass I thought my current one would be all I ever needed.
"Are you okay Taylor?" I turn to Aisha. I woke up with my blood pumping and yelling earlier.
"I'm fine, Coil is just trying to pull some bullshit." She looks at me skeptically.
"If you say so." My arm twitches in phantom pain as Sophia bends it the wrong way. God this fucking sucks.
Then I feel my throat get cut ragged and I start breathing heavily. Oh Jesus, this is not a good feeling. I try struggling in the other timeline, but obviously that fucking psychopath Hess has practice killing people. My strength flags real quickly as I bleed out on the floor.
"Taylor!? Taylor its fine, I'm here! Taylor?!" I pay attention to my other self. I'm hyperventilating in the fetal position on my bed. What I can see of Aisha through my blurry eyes and blankets isn't pretty. I think she's panicking. Ha ha!
"Jesus fuck Taylor, talk to me!! What the hell did he do?!" I try reaching out to her only for my arm to curl in on itself harder. Oh God, that's a cramp.
"I-I didn't- I couldn't-" I'm hyperventilating again. shit shit shit! "I c-c-can't-"
"Oh Jesus. Taylor, I'm coming in. You obviously need a fucking hug right about now." She crawls into bed with me to be the big spoon. Not doing a very good job of it considering our size difference, but she has good hugging arms.
A couple minutes later and I think I'm up for talking again. It helps I can't feel myself slipping away anymore on the other end. Or maybe it doesn't, who knows.
"I can't t-tell what timeline is real Aisha. The b-bitch killed me, and I can't tell which timeline is real." I take a shuddering breath, and she hugs me harder.
For my part I'm stuck in this position for a while. I'm hyper aware of the blood rushing through my veins, and the tension in my limbs. I hate it. I hate it so much. Just about the only silver lining here is that I stopped hyperventilating, and that's mostly because I started breathing into my blankets. Then the other timeline closes, and I silently cry in relief.
In the morning, I'm grumpily making breakfast. I set the table for all the parahumans and Dad. When everybody is here and set down I make my announcement.
"We have a problem."
"Oh?" Asks Dad. "What is this problem?"
"The problem is Coil. He needs to die." Canary immediately takes her food and leaves. Everybody lets her.
"Okay hun, I know what the Nazis did to spark that reaction." Says Dad. "What did Coil do." My hand tightens around my fork. I don't look away.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"That's horseshit Taylor." From Amy. "We should go to the PRT-"
"Birdcage." I interrupt. She rolls her eyes.
"Oh please, you can't use that as an excuse to stay away from them forever. Director Calvert isn't Piggot. He's put alot of effort into cleaning house."
"And yet he's shown an astounding ability to manipulate the PRT and Protectorate regardless in his alternate timelines. If I go to them with what I know, he will know what I do within the day." I just about move on before I do a double take. "How do you know about this?"
"A few PRT troopers who's lives I saved invited me to their group chats. They never uninvited me after New Wave imploded." I nod, ignoring Amy's sour face.
"That's all well and good but how are you actually going to accomplish this?" Chimes in Marquis. "I was under the impression you were already trying to locate the slippery bastard." I frown.
"We're backtracing his mercenaries-"
"And if he's half as good as he seems to think he is, that will never work. The hell are you doing screwing around for? You know the general area of the end result. Work that angle instead." I see Sherrel nodding her agreement.
"I'm not becoming a villain over one tenacious asshole. I have too much riding on my legal ventures. Amy too."
"So does he need to die, or are you committed to your spotless reputation? Look, I'm not saying you need to drag him from the PRT offices to execute him in the street after having a climactic battle with the entirety of the Protectorate. But very clearly something's changed, and he needs to die, yes?"
I'm about to reply when a wave of dizziness takes hold. I grip the table tightly, as it seems The Forge has seen fit to give me something big. In both senses of the word. That can wait, though.
"Sorry about that. Yes, he needs to die. I have no idea how I'm going to accomplish that. It was kind of the point of bringing it up here, yeah? Get a big brainstorming session going on."
"Well if we can't kill him, we can at least annoy him." Everybody starts and looks at Aisha.
"Who the fuck are you?" Asks Sherrel.
"Our stranger, she's supposed to be here. What do you mean?"
"I finally got through to my idiot brother last night before your little episode." My eye twitches.
"You know you could just not say things like that you know." She shrugs.
"But where would the fun be in that? Anyways, back to what we were talking about. My idiot brother."
"Yes?"
"He works for Coil which makes him an idiot, but that's not what we're here for. Up until last night, he thought I was in Coil's pedo basement or something. Threats to my life was what was keeping him in line. I managed to prove I was me with some recent pictures, and I set up a meeting for today."
"Was his account being monitored?"
"The fuck? How the hell am I supposed to know that? All I know is that it was his personal account, and not his 'looking up porn' account."
"And the actual meeting?"
"At the mall around noon."
"Awesome. One less cape for him to work with then, assuming that goes well. If you'll excuse me, I need to go check on my locker room." I leave my breakfast for the vultures to pick clean. I can always make more.
Hurrying my way into the locker room, I can immediately see a new vault door in the distance. I wave to the on duty Dockworkers and approach it. Looks to be red and black exclusively. Shaped like a screwed up yin-yang symbol with a solid red background, and three little black pips. When I touched it I instantly knew how to open it. Rotate the black pips. I also found out how hilariously deadly this thing is to touch for literally anybody but me. That's going to be such a pain in the ass to Aisha proof.
Inside were scrolls. Like, a truly ludicrous amount of scrolls.
AN: ha ha ha ha! I appreciate the faith you all have in me that I have a plan, but I don't. I was under the impression the format of the story wouldn't allow it. I just go with whatever seems cool at the time.
Uchiha Jutsu Archive (Generic Naruto Fanfiction) (400CP)
The Uchiha really were quite shameless in their day, always going around copying everybody else's lifetimes of hard work just by using their special eyes. Well, at least you get to benefit from that. Somehow you've obtained a copy of the complete Uchiha Jutsu Archive, everything that several generations of dedicated intellectual property thieves could copy from every other ninja village, clan and small ninja child in the Elemental Nations. Pretty much any and every technique, seal, chemical formula, pill/cookie recipe or random dance routine that that one Uchiha liked can be found in here. Any knowledge that wasn't limited to literally just one person, family, or bloodline or was based purely on sealless chakra manipulation (such as the Rasengan) and thus uncopyable by the Sharingan is in the archive, all of them laid out in such a clear and concise format that any half-competent ninja could teach himself just by reading the scroll. This archive will update with a complete set of spells, fighting styles, etc, etc. from any setting that you have visited and will visit in the future. Provided it could be generously called public, or even semi-private, knowledge it will be in here. Only the most super-secret, utterly private techniques are missing; after all, even the best copyright pirates can't get everything. This place is comprehensively warded against thievery, somewhat ironically, and it would take a team of top-tier infiltration specialists to even attempt to breach it. Of course its best defense is that, at least at jump start, no one knows you have it. Post jump you can have this become a warehouse attachment.