Dojo 8: Spiders & Snakes
It was nice to be walking around again, alive. Most people only got one chance at living.
He was not most people.
Oh, to be sure, this body and its interesting abilities were temporary. He'd burn it out eventually.
He'd run his own Hidden Village once, of course, but even then he'd let administrators handle the actual work while he did the parts that actually interested him.
This Village Hidden In The Bay, or whatever they'd actually call it, had possibilities but he had zero interest in running the silly thing.
Still, first he had some errands to run. He had some research to do. Then perhaps he could have some more direct and personal fun. After all, these 'Nazis' had attempted to sabotage the young ninja and...
Oh, who were these obvious troops stationed in various posts around the area.
Hmmm. No skills he particularly wanted. Though what would happen if he drew heavily on this one?
That mercenary picked up a communications device and spoke into it. "Mister Coil, sir? One of the Dockworkers present screamed and then vanished. Possible teleporter."
Orochimaru smiled with his borrowed face. Coil? Oh they did like their theatrics, didn't they? Coil like a spring or Coil like a snake in this odd language?
"Get back to base, Wilson. I'll review your footage and see if it was worth you breaking radio silence."
Those "Nazi" fellows were now number two on the list. It sounded like this might just be amusing.
* Danny *
Neither of them were comfortable with words or actions for closeness. The years they'd been apart hadn't changed that.
So a few muttered reassurances, a brief hug, then back to training the rest of the class as if nothing had happened.
Except that none of the people involved were idiots or so wrapped up in their own dramas that they didn't know something had changed.
Zenko/Taylor was aware of something being off among the students. Danny was more used to people in general and most of those involved as well, so it was more obvious to him.
* Flashback *
"So you're the father of the hero," grumbled some guy with some truly horrific scars.
"Yeah," said Danny, cracking an eye open to stare at the man who'd interrupted him striking these weird target dummies.
The guy made a gesture for Danny to continue. "Name's Ibiki Morino. My understanding is your world has something called 'secret identities' and you keep your active ninja career and your private lives distinct."
"That's accurate," said Danny as he went back to hitting the various protrusions on the post. "Apparently there's this thing called the 'Unwritten Rules' and most capes at least pay lip service to them."
"Implying there are those who do not," said Morino, continuing at Danny's nod. "Well, you don't have much use for Torture or Interrogation considering what you've told Tsunade about what you see as your role."
"Yes?" prompted Danny at the pause.
"What I'm here to coach you on are Infiltration techniques," said Morino. "Part of that is social awareness. Looking for tells and being able to interpret them. We have this afternoon. Not nearly enough time to master, but enough to get you started."
* Present *
Zephron met his eyes and cocked his head slightly. A hand gesture to wait until later. He'd try to come up with an explanation.
Old Erwin had set aside his usual look and Danny got a glimpse of the steel underneath before he covered it up. One of the things that made you wonder how much of the tall tales he spun had at least a grain or two of truth.
Kurt and Lacey had known him well enough to know something had changed but just had a moment or two of confusion before concentrating on the exercises they'd been coached on.
As for Delia, Aisha, and Abdi? The kid was being watched by the other two, as she'd been caught "exploring" in an area she shouldn't have been.
One thing was certain, that meeting Saturday with the PRT was going to be... interesting.
Even more so than it had been.
Aisha, the girl who'd been caught playing Dora the Explora, was just getting to some of the training when "Zenko" snapped her head up and began looking in a particular direction.
"Guys. Head's up," said Zenko.
"Hostiles?" Danny asked.
"Multiple," answered Zenko. "Not the ones from earlier."
"Huh," said Danny, absently cracking his knuckles.
"You," said Zenko directly to Aisha. "Get to the second floor and hide. Everyone else get to cover. You're not ready for this."
* Abdi *
His name was actually Abdi Kenworth, and he was Brockton Bay born and raised and of Somali heritage. Living in modern Brockton was dangerous, especially with the Empire 88 around, so hearing that the new hero Zenko was trying to teach some sort of fast-movement ability was something he was very very interested in.
He'd known Danny Hebert, head of hiring, for years. Danny had been able to get ahold of jobs for him every so often even with things falling apart they way they'd been.
So, upon hearing that there were hostiles incoming, he took the usual precautions. Exits were there and there and that one was opposite from where Zenko was directing her attention.
She must have had some of those fox projections outside. That had to be damn handy.
First, find the exits. Second, find cover. Third, as soon as he knew who was coming - call either the PRT or the Police.
Danny shifted his weight a couple of times then made a bunch of those weird hand gestures that Zenko did.
"Ice Release: Wall of Ice!"
Danny was a cape like Zenko?! Or... Damn. He absolutely HAD to learn this. Powers you could teach others? Yes, please. Give him a "turn invisible while you snuck off away from violent thugs" skill? Oh, yeah. That would be perfect.
There was a literal wall of spiky ice crystals formed that looked thick enough to stop bullets. Being able to do THAT whenever you wanted, well, if he didn't get a invisibility power something like that would be damn handy.
He wasn't going to try for any skill/power to smack down the Nazis, there were enough sympathizers among the cops that would look at a black man punching a Nazi through the wall as an excuse for some violence of their own.
Be damn cathartic though.
Wait. Could he do something like that? Abdi watched as Zenko did that rapid-flicking of her hands into various forms. She did that to shape her chakra, kind of a mnemonic aid from what he'd gathered.
Zenko then slapped the ground with both hands and a wall of concrete formed next to the ice wall.
Yup. Abdi wondered if you could make a hollow dome with that technique. Instant bunker. When you lived in Brockton Bay that kind of thing would have some uses. Enemy capes. Crooked cops. Muggers. Thugs. Ex-wife.
Then the door burst open and someone started shooting.
Abdi, with reflexes honed by years of being in Brockton Bay, ducked behind the machinery he'd chosen as a hiding spot before looking back out.
Also with the skills learned from being a crane operator turned truck driver, he immediately classified them as Bathing Avoidant Druggies (aka Baddies) who were carrying automatic weapons. He knew the difference between semi-auto and auto thank you very much. That had been a burst of gunfire, so fully auto. And that was about the extent of his knowledge of guns other than classifying them as rifles.
"All right you cum-suckling -" (WHAM!)
Enter Skidmark, stage right. Exit Skidmark, pursued by bear?
A bear made entirely of ice?
Well, now that he knew there were actual capes involved he could call the PRT. For Tour Information, dial 1. For a specific department, hit * and the extension number. To report Parahuman villain crime, press 2. Please hold for the next available operator.
Oh, huh. Danny sure looked different now. Guess he'd been training a lot longer.
The idea of forming an ice bear to protect him from his ex-wife never even crossed Abdi's mind. Not even a bit.
* Zephron *
People expected that because he was a big muscular black man, he was good at fighting.
Well, actually, he was.
So he could appreciate how Zenko fought and noticed that Danny was similar but different in fighting style.
Danny was straight forward, waded in with elbow strikes. Every so often he'd punch at someone standing a few feet away and a fist made of ice would shoot across and smack one of the druggies.
Danny had also put a coating of ice on the floor that he and Zenko had no trouble crossing.
"You shitstaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Enter Skidmark who was suddenly slip-sliding away until Zenko's knee met his face with a cracking noise that made Zephron wince. Not in sympathy for Skidmark in particular, just from knowing how much getting your nose smashed like that hurt.
If Danny was wading in and brawling like a machine, Zenko was more like water. Flowing up off the floor, shoving and pushing at the gangers, causing them even more problems on the iced-over floor. Every so often a punch or kick or knee or elbow strike would smack down on a ganger.
One had finally gotten out of the mosh pit that was that doorway and tried to point his rifle at the foxgirl, but there was a loud crack as some wedge-shaped throwing knife was slammed into the muzzle.
Then, despite that Zephron could clearly see the ice forming on the rifle as well, the idiot proved he was an idiot by trying to shoot the gun anyway.
Yeah, that didn't work out too well. For the shooter.
Then something really weird happened after Danny finished covering all the druggies in a sheet of ice.
* Taylor *
It was ridiculously easy to avoid the various attacks, just redirecting attempts to grapple or strike her while avoiding where she KNEW the bullets were going to go.
Danger Sense + chakra-enhanced ninja agility was apparently damn effective.
It might have been more difficult with Skidmark, who kept trying to do things with some kind of kinetic field but she could figure out where those were going just like with the various attempts to shoot her.
There was one bad moment where one shooter was far enough away that she couldn't reach him, but since it was just down to him and one other ganger she used a kunai to hit the gun and dodge the other one trying to get stabby.
That had lasted long enough for a loud bang, dodging a bit of shrapnel, and taking out the last remaining gang member by flipping up into the air and coming down with an axe-kick.
Boot to the head!
[First major enemy defeat! +100]
[Teamwork Makes The Dream Work! +100]
"Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak" came a noise that caused two people to immediately react. Besides herself.
Her father stepped close. "If you're going to defer the roll, wait till it comes up with the first but before the second starts."
[Appearance/Social Combat]
Taylor/Zenko was still eyeing the group of students. Old Erwin was looking around, but that might have just been because that kid Kurt & Lacey had brought in was looking around. Hopefully that big brother they'd called would show up soon.
The second set began while she was still trying to figure that out and avoid saying anything that might be misconstrued.
[Costume Upgrade (100)]
"What?" asked Zenko before her current set of clothing seemed to blur and flow and-
Sweatpants and t-shirt and half-jacket and mask were gone. Instead she was wearing something that did NOT look thrown together from a thrift store. Apparently the ninja motif was considered her primary as the green flak vest was over dark blue leggings and shirt.
"Okay, this is interesting," said Danny, making an ice mirror so she could properly see
herself.
Zenko blinked. She'd deliberately made Zenko look different from Taylor after all, so seeing herself had lost that little weirdness after a few forays into cape life. Facepaint whiskers were new but were obviously part of the look she was going for and just as obviously makeup. Her eyes definitely looked different, especially without the glasses.
That she could apparently see without her glasses was another thing to distance her Zenko identity from her Taylor identity.
Her hair was still a brilliant red, her fox ears and tail orange and black and white. And actually looked more like accessories than real ears even when they flicked around.
She could see fuuinjutsu on her fingerless gloves and the thigh-wrap and the sandals. Have to figure out what those did later. Seal work had not been her specialty.
And there were sirens approaching. Someone must have called the PRT or the police.
Hopefully they'd arrive before she had to punch someone back into unconsciousness again. She knew from one of the discussions in World Affairs that concussions were only shrugged off in movies and TV.
Judging by how loud the sirens approaching were getting though, she didn't have a whole lot of time to consider things.
* Coil *
Wilson and Johnson were both showing signs of confusion, with Wilson being extremely talkative.
Reviewing the footage had revealed that Victor had been present without his costume, probably for the same reason that his men were there.
That Victor had abruptly disappeared meant that these powers/skills could be learned. Which made Zenko a much more interesting target for recruitment.
Softsell might be the only way to go there. Torturing her in one timeline to find out which buttons to press, what levers to apply, and then dismiss the timeline in order to apply that knowledge. Standard practice by this point.
Coil canceled the second timeline he was running to have a bit of stress relief. He split timelines again.
* Timeline 2 *
Drawing his gun he shot both of the compromised agents and then went on to...
Coil blinked. Everything had just shuddered and stopped. Silence. Even the clock on the wall had stopped. And now the colors were going weird. What the hell was this? He tried to turn and...
Timeline ended in darkness and pain radiating out from his back.
* Timeline 1 *
Coil stared at the two agents briefly. "What the hell?"
"Boss?" asked Wilson.
"Something wrong?" asked Johnson, looking more curious than anything.
"You two have been compromised by the Empire, Master/Stranger protocols," said Coil, going with procedure since he wasn't sure what else to do.
The other mercenaries in the room shifted their rifles.
Johnson shrugged while Wilson stammered out a protest.
Coil eyed the two before beginning the walk back to his office. Clearly he needed to figure out what had just happened, but that had been an atypical ending of a timeline.
With those two contained he could concentrate on acquiring Zenko, which was the bigger priority.