This past month has been exhausting. The ABB got a bit rowdy in the middle of January for some reason, so then they cut us down to PR patrols only. That's never fun.
Then Sophia was unmasked. She was fucking furious when the news was broken to her. Piggot ordered her into Master/Stranger quarantine before she could find out about it. The reason given was to keep her from killing a bunch of Empire members in retaliation for her family. 'We don't need that kind of bad press.' Piggot said. As opposed to looking totally incompetent? But I do get her point. I saw the videos and what she helped do to that Taylor girl was horrendous. All our PR department's spin doctoring has amounted to all of jack and shit in this subject. All it did was keep Sophia in the public eye for longer. Stopping coverage didn't really help locally, but it sure got the heat off of us on the national stage. Apparently.
Then whatever power Taylor got from this debacle allowed her to murder several Coil mercenaries and Empire gang members spying on her. Assuming it was Taylor who did it, whatever power she has allowed her to completely
atomize the human body, and only the human body. Armsmaster's analysis detected dustings of iron, zinc, copper, and all the other trace elements normally found in the human chemical makeup all over the floor of one of the vans. The only bright side here is that it's not an instant thing apparently. There were three vans, and crime scene analysis indicates that a gunshot went off in the second one. She had to finish up real quickly after that before the authorities came, so no lengthy cleanup was possible for the last two.
All this came after the order from Piggot that she was going to get a guaranteed transfer to Arcadia. Naturally, she didn't want to rescind this to limit our liability for Sophia's actions. So she ordered all the Wards to leave her the hell alone. A reasonable request.
Coincidentally, just today I saw somebody with my power exuding absolutely no emotional signature. Naturally I investigated. Following behind her through the lunch line was easy. She seemed to react normally to everything as a normal person would, albeit with an utter lack of emotional presence. I sat down next to her and tried to engage in conversation. All the whole with a little niggling sensation at the back of my head that I should know who this is.
"I was curious about the new girl."
"What, come to gawk?
Fuck off." I frown as I contemplate her response. But then it hits me! This is Taylor! The person I was explicitly told not to talk to. Fuck!! I open my mouth to agree when I see just about the worst person float up to us.
"Hey there Dean! Who's this?" My girlfriend Victoria Dallon. AKA Glory Girl. Part of the hero team that unmasked themselves. Well at least none of the bystanders are fleeing in terror at her jealousy. Progress.
"I have no idea." I say as woodenly as possible. Come on, we're both obviously very uncomfortable here. Take the hint you magnificent woman of mine! She smooshes her breasts up against my face, and starts a staring contest with the other girl. No not that hint! Fuck!! Luckily Taylor starts ignoring us and eats her food. Phew.
"So, there's a party going on at Dean's place Friday night. Wanna come over?" No no no Vicky! Stop trying to help!
"Buh-wha?" In surprise. Her mouth is even full. Well at least this means she's probably just immune to my emotion reading. Hopefully I never have to test my emotion blasts.
"Yeah a party. Short skirts, buff dudes, big pool, and lots of booze. We never bring that last one but it never fails to appear anyways." She winks at her. "What'ya say?"
"Sure, yeah." She mumbles into her food. Son of a bitch!
"Cool. I'm gonna take you shopping later. Can't show up in
that. C'mon Dean." And she all but drags me away. Halfway to our usual table she starts talking again. "So what's the story with that little shy girl?"
"Vicky, I'll tell you all about it after school, okay."
"Oh come on now, you haven't suddenly gotten a taste for brunettes now, have you?" I give her a long suffering sigh. I'm glad she's confident enough now not to get as jealous as she used to, but I can just tell the rest of today is going to be hell.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" After I told her about the situation.
"Unfortunately not. And we can't uninvite her either because apparently that was one of the things Sophia and her friends would orchestrate to fuck with her." There were quite a lot of those things really. Too many to read through in the afternoon I devoted to it. Sophia's a bitch.
"Oh goddamnit. I even started a rumor about her too."
"You what now?"
"Oh it's... It's nothing too bad. I just whispered in the ears of some single guys that she might be extra hot under all those extra clothes of hers." Well, that's not all that bad. Trouble is we have absolutely no idea how she'll react to guys being pushy.
"Ah crap, there must be some way to fix this." I fret. We both put our thinking faces on.
"Oh, I know!" As her aura flares in joy mode. "We'll have our shopping trip double as a double date with Amy. Without telling Taylor!" I stare at her, judgingly.
"That's a
terrible idea."
"No no, hear me out. This is the perfect way to drive her away from us! Three of the guys in our class won't even talk to me anymore because of how badly their dates went. And if Taylor reacts violently, Amy can just anaesthesize her in response. It's a foolproof plan!" I think about it.
"And you're
sure Amy is straight, right?"
"Of
course I am. I asked her about it once, and she confirmed it straight to my face. Trust me Dean, she wouldn't lie to me about this."
"Right. Let's do this thing."
So the next day after school we were able to put everything together. I drove everybody to the mall and we're in the clothing store. Amy was grumpy and Taylor, uh, looked grumpy. Physically it's like dealing with two Amys. Stubborn as all hell, and you practically have to drag them everywhere. Though there was a little hiccup when we went into the designer store.
"I didn't bring enough money for this place. Not for an entire wardrobe at least." Oh yeah, she's from Winslow.
"My girlfriend invited you, I got your tab." I won't have
that be what sets her off.
"Come on, let's leave them be. We gotta go look at the swimsuits." As Vicky drags me off, I look back at them. Amy grabs onto Taylor's hand to drag her away, but stops dead in her tracks to stare at her. Hmmm, her power also has a sensory component, doesn't it? Hopefully that doesn't derail our plan. Last I saw of them before breaking line of sight was Taylor leading her to the shirts.
Later
"So we got some nice swimsuits for the party. How are our guests holding up?"
"Well I got a massive spike of annoyance from Amy and she's been at a decent simmer ever since. I think everything's going according to plan."
"Well, let's see." I lead her over to her sister. Hopefully Taylor is still there. I don't even get a void to track when she's concerned, not even when she's in a crowd. Weird. Luckily she is still here.
"Oh goody, our sugar daddy is here." Deadpans Amy. I look over to Taylor. She has a great big pile of shirts, and a pile of pants about half as big. That, uh, that might actually take a decent chunk out of my allowance this month.
Everything up until checkout was conducted in terse silence. Good sign, good sign. And once I buy everybody's clothing Taylor insists on walking home by herself. Also a good sign. A much less good sign was what Amy said when we were in the parking lot.
"Your gaydar is malfunctioning Dean, she has a boyfriend."
"Oh, uh-"
"She also didn't know this was a date. What the fuck."
"So you drove her off?" Asks Vicky, hopefully. Amy slides her eyes over to her.
"Oh was that the plan? I'm so bad of a date that I'll automatically screw it up?"
"Amy no-" From Vicky, but Amy interrupts her
"Well we figured out the situation about two minutes after you left because we don't live in a
fffucking sitcom!!
"You know what? Fuck this,
I'm walking home too." As she takes a sharp left turn.
"Amy? Amy wait, please, we didn't mean it that way!" As Vicky floats after her. Well that could've gone better.
I'm gonna have to report this clusterfuck to Piggot now, aren't I?
AN: Taylor does not currently have a boyfriend. That was a panic lie.
Powers gotten this chapter
Environmental Tolerance IV (Essential Body Modification Supplement) (400CP)
You are not damaged by hazardous environments, though this does not provide you a method of propulsion.
I: You no longer need to breathe and do not suffer from temperatures between -100C and +100C (-150F to +200F). You are immune to most radiation (up to about 1,000 mSv; the amount experienced during unshielded exposure to space).
II: As tier I, plus you do not suffer from temperatures below 1500C (+2700F) or the effects of pressure lower than 1000 atmospheres (including the effects of vacuum). You are immune to the effects of radiation at all levels.
III: As tier II, but the protection extends to any non-magical environmental source.
IV: As tier III, but the protection extends to magical environments such as energy planes.