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2.3.5 - Lisa
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I watched the mystery pink magical girl- and oh boy that was a phrase I hope to never utter out loud- touch down onto the roof.
Not human
Not parahuman. Lived as a human. Thinks she's human. Is human. Is alien. Is not on Earth. Is on Earth.
Okay, my power contradicting itself is new.
"Ok, first off, Tattletale, I'm not into girls, I think. Please don't leave letters for me marked with your lipstick."
Bisexual. Flattered, confused that someone would leave a letter like that. Enjoys tea more than coffee. Single parent, father. Mother died in an accident.
That was unnervingly helpful, but off-topic. I steered it back, gazing at her costume.
Currently nude, isn't wearing a costume.
Wait WHAT.
"Haha, no way. And you can call me Lisa, you've more than earned it today!"
I replied quickly, hoping none of my shock truly showed up on my face. Simply calling up the memories of the earlier phone call made me break out into a grin.
I was free.
And with the resources at my disposal now (along with a surprisingly uncaring team of mercs), life will likely look up a bit more for me, and hopefully my team. I wasn't the only one on it in a shitty situation, and I'd honestly like to consider them friends. Even Rachel, as rough as she likes to act on the outside.
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"So, your ridiculously evil boss who recruited you-"
"At gunpoint." I supplied helpfully. Taylor made a noncommittal sound as she continued.
"Right, literally died on the phone with you. While talking about me?"
I nodded. "I wish I was recording it. He made the weirdest noises, but he certainly died."
Taylor opened her mouth, then closed it, giving me a weird look. What?
She shook her head. "And, because of that, you think it was my fault?"
I nodded, "My best guess is a ridiculously fatal power interaction. I seem to be fine using mine around you- super intuition, by the way- But I had him pegged as a type of precognitive. He'd often call us in the middle of a mission to do something impressively specific, which always worked. He always seemed to have a plan, and tended to command his mercs live."
Taylor hummed. I was currently driving in my car, headed to Coil's former base. Taylor sat next to me. At first she was a bit leery of getting into a car until i explained that the windows were well tinted, and the destination wasn't particularly busy.
Invincible. Invulnerable. Projection. Not a projection. Fully human.Fifteen years old. Four billion, five-hundred million, three-hundred and fifteen years old.
I gripped the steering wheel as I froze my body, doing my best not to crash as THAT tidbit floated through my brain.
Did I find the equivalent to weed for my power, or something?
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We had scarcely gotten out of the car before the mercenary I knew as Davidson walked up to me.
He was, technically, the leader of the forty six men and women that made up Coil's mercenary team. He wore the usual outfit of theirs: A shade touch lighter than black military outfit with plenty of pouches and storage. Rugged and nearly military-looking. There was even a patch with a symbol of that dumb snake motif that Coil had going on.
Well, there was a patch. With a slight grin I noticed that it was ripped off.
Davidson never liked Coil that much. Just as a source of income, and nothing more. And everything less it seemed.
I had a feeling we'd get along.
"Tattletale, ma'am." he nodded professionally at Taylor. "There's a situation. Coil's body is gone."
Well, I guess we could get friendly later.
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What you thought I was gone? Hah! Hah... hahaha.....
You were right, back to blade and soul with me, I can't resist ;_;
Edit: Edited, I think...
