Wish [OUTDATED]

While I disagree with her not wanting to kill Coil, it's honestly irrelevant. She doesn't have to kill Coil at all! There's so many possibilities between: Don't touch Coil. OR Kill Coil. She can immobilize him, she could go lethal without killing him.
While I agree with most of what you're saying, this is the exception: After he's down, what do you do with him?

Banish him from the city? In the long run, that just gives him the chance to try again elsewhere, but this time he has both a grudge and knowledge about you, extremely dangerous given his power.
Give him to the PRT? With his connections and his power, I'm not all that confident they can hold him, and after he's loose it's the same situation as option one.
Having Alec enslave him or so might be viable, but I'm not convinced that it's morally all that different from killing, plus again, his power means he has a fair chance to escape eventually.
 
While I agree with most of what you're saying, this is the exception: After he's down, what do you do with him?

Banish him from the city? In the long run, that just gives him the chance to try again elsewhere, but this time he has both a grudge and knowledge about you, extremely dangerous given his power.
Give him to the PRT? With his connections and his power, I'm not all that confident they can hold him, and after he's loose it's the same situation as option one.
Having Alec enslave him or so might be viable, but I'm not convinced that it's morally all that different from killing, plus again, his power means he has a fair chance to escape eventually.
Subdue him and hold him themselves. Use that time with Tattletale to dismantle his fail safes and backup plans, his whole organization, subvert/subsume it and gather all the necessary evidence to hand him to prt lockup. That will significantly cut on any of his shenanigans. PRT may be shit but they aren't completely incompetent. They have procedures on handling masters/thinkers. A mouth gag, strict orders that can't be circumvented, remote monitoring, etc.

And while doing that, Lisa and Taylor have all the resources they need to properly monitor the situation. Hell, they could even keep an eye on his containment in PRT and subsequent move to birdcage or wherever else.

Once he's subdued, they can even hire Faultlines crew with all the money they'd steal from him.

He's scary yes but you can mitigate a lot of risk with thorough planning and strict execution. Especially because without a pet precog, he's the most vulnerable he'll ever be.
 
You know what? I think I figured it out.

After GM, when Taylor defeated Scion through the power of weaponized depression and also mind-controlling all the parahumans on the planet, Contessa disabled Taylor's power via precision brain surgery. And by precision brain surgery I mean "two gunshots to the head".

This is a Taylor from after Gold Morning. I think this is just genuinely the best plan she can come up with.
 
OK.
Dina knows that they are going to kidnap her, but she cannot find a way out.
And then on Wednesday she finds him right at school. In the person of a certain Taylor, who came there for a transfer.

Thursday.
Coil has been looking for Dinah all day but can't find it. Therefore, the "robbery" of the bank goes unnoticed for him.

The "robbery" is turned into a vigilante action. Undersiders break into the bank declaring themselves vigilantes and that ordinary people have nothing to fear - they are here investigating the machinations of villains with the monetary assets of this bank. After that, having stolen "0" dollars, they leave the bank. The arriving guards do not have time to do anything, since the back door covered by Vista was spun by bugs in advance.

Well, what about Dina? Dina spent the whole day in the Undersiders' van eating candy and ice cream. Because it was the only one that didn't have Coil's devices in it, and he didn't think to check the transport.
 
Discrepancies, 2.2
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year everyone! Just making a note here at the start to say that the last part of the previous chapter about Dinah was iffy, so I've edited it. So no, Dinah will not be getting kidnapped.




"So what type of pizza do you want, Taylor?" Lisa asked, lying back on the middle couch, laptop sitting comfortably on her stomach.

I bent down and looked over her shoulder as she scrolled through the options, the website covered in pictures of perfect, almost fake looking pizzas that were probably glued together to make them look nicer.

"I'll go with something basic then, I suppose." I stood back up and sat down on the adjacent couch, "I'll let you decide for me. Just not anything spicy."

"Mhm. I think I'll have something that you'll like. What do the rest of you want?" She said, sitting up a bit with her elbows, looking around the room. Rachel had claimed the last couch, chewing on the last of her beef jerky, with Angelica sitting on her lap and the other two lying down beside her. Judas was fast asleep, and had his head leaning against her, softly barking at something in his dreams. Angelica was moving in a circle, trying to get into a comfortable position on Rachel's lap, but eventually plopped down. Brutus was wide awake, sitting right next to his master but not lying down, and I could see that he was eyeing the room, keeping vigilant against any potential threat.

"Anything with a lot of meat on it." Rachel bluntly said, tilting her head in thought.

"Yeah, you say that everytime we order anything." Lisa grumbled under her breath, quiet enough so Rachel couldn't hear.

I leaned over and flicked her shoulder.

"Be nice."

She rolled her eyes at me, and added another pizza to the order.

"I'm in the mood for something spicy. The Fire Breather, I think the name was?" Brian added, sitting down at the dinner table while tapping a pen against his temple, looking over the floorplan of the bank and the map of the surrounding area, occasionally jotting something down on a notepad.

Alec then emerged from his room, wearing a loose Kid Win t-shirt and shorts, carrying a couple of video game cases under his arm and a controller in the other. He shuffled over to the coffee table and awkwardly bent down to drop the cases on it, then walked over where Lisa was lying down, and gestured for her to move so he could sit down.

She maturely responded to that by sticking her tongue out and shifting to get more comfortable.

Alec, with the same amount of maturity, shrugged his shoulders and sat down right in the middle of the couch, right on Lisa's legs. She yelped in surprise, and started punching his arm as the boy cackled, which caused the sleeping dogs to wake up and look around, agitated at being woken. Rachel grunt angrily and glared at them, standing up and motioning for her dogs to follow her, and walked past the table towards the stairs.

"Rachel, are you going back to your shelter?" I asked, yelling over the squabbling children.

"I'm going for a fuckin' walk." She yelled back, shooting a brief glance my way before angrily walking down the stairs leading to the ground level.

I had to hold back a sigh. In the first go around I thought of Rachel like she was a rabid animal; how she seemed unstable when she attacked me with her dogs when I first joined up, or how she constantly antagonised me when we were planning for the bank heist.

Rachel isn't unstable, or rabid, or antagonistic. She's a simple, straightforward person that's slow to trust, and hates herself for messing up any interactions she has with other people. She loves the dogs she cares about so much she was willing to chase off potential members of the Undersiders just so she could have more money to look after them.

I remembered back to after we forced Coil into a corner, after I killed him, we were in a van heading back to his base to deal with the fallout. Rachel, without a word, held my hand during the entire ride. Even after everything that happened to us, our rough beginning, my plans to betray them revealed by Armsmaster, or the false betrayal at Coil's hands, she still trusted me enough to do something like that. It was strangely intimate, from a girl who never touched another person outside of the context of violence.

In a way, Rachel was the most human out of all of us. I hoped that the rest of the Undersiders would see that in her, too.

"Can you two knock it off, please?" Brian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation. Lisa looked over from behind the couch at him, rolled her eyes and stood up, placing her laptop on the coffee table. Alec smirked at her, like a cat that knows it got away with something, and reclined back, resting his feet on the coffee table.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. You're helping me pick up the pizza." She said to him with a deadpan expression.

"Fuck off, I'm not. Get Taylor or Brian to, I wanna play my games." He whined, pushing a button on his controller that turned the console and tv on.

"Just fucking go with her, Alec. It won't take that long." Brian grunted, looking incredibly tired.

Alec gestured wildly between the tv, Lisa, and Brian, but eventually sagged his shoulders and walked back to his room, mumbling about grabbing some stuff. Lisa smirked, grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs towards the factory level.

Brian sighed, rubbed his eyes, and continued looking through the various papers in front of him. He was probably nervous about the mission, given that this was a big step up from how the gang operated before this point, and factoring that we would be fighting the Wards.

"You should probably take a break, I think." I said, walking over to the table to where he was sitting, "Trying to plan for every little contingency will only lead to getting more stressed out."

"Yeah, you're probably right," He replied, stretching his arms, "Sorry about that by the way, Alec and Lisa's bickering gets under my skin sometimes, on top of Rachel being…y'know, Rachel."

"What's wrong with Rachel?" I asked.

"She's complicated," He said, looking a little guilty at that, "She doesn't have a civilian identity, so everyone knows that she's Bitch, or Hellhound if you're a hero, and she's…difficult to work with. Rachel actually chased off one of our other potential members, who ended up joining Faultline's Crew."

"I don't think she's that complicated." I mumbled, walking over to the kitchen and preparing myself a mug of tea.

"How did you manage to do that earlier, anyway? Alec wasn't joking when he said that Rachel would've done something if any of us went near her shelter."

I closed my eyes, mulling over what I should say, as I waited for the brand new kettle that Lisa apparently bought for me earlier this morning to boil.

"You're aware of how powers fundamentally work, right?"

"Yeah, like the Manton Effect and power categories, that sort of stuff, but how does it tie to Rachel?" He asked, looking confused.

"Powers change people, always in a way that allows them to use their power more effectively. Some Breakers can still think despite not having a brain. Ones that control some sort of harmful element aren't hurt by it, like Lung and his fire. I was given vastly increased multi-tasking skills, because otherwise I would be catatonic most of the time, right?"

He nodded in understanding, and gestured to me to continue.

"So, Rachel's entire power revolves around canines, but her power doesn't master them, only makes them bigger, stronger-"

"Her power had to change how she socialises, so she can better train them," He finished, realising the point I was making. "So she understands dogs better than humans, then?"

I nodded, pouring the boiling water into my mug, leaving it on the bench to steep.

"Sort of. Her thought process was definitely changed when she triggered, but her rough upbringing probably didn't help either." I said, walking over to the table and sitting down.

Brian picked up his pen and jotted some things down on his notepad, and then looked at me.

"What else should I keep in mind about her, then?"

I listed off some tips to him as I finished preparing my mug of tea. It was one of the major problems I've had with myself and the choices I made, with the reflection I've been doing since I woke up last Sunday. Despite all we went through as a gang, I would hesitate to call the Undersiders a group of friends.

Especially when the person uniting them together left in the middle of the night, without as much as a goodbye. Rachel had her dogs and her gang, Lisa was preparing for the end, Brian was recovering from what Bonesaw did to him, and Aisha had her hands full with the Heartbroken.

Lily and Sabah only joined to pay for the medical treatment for the Dolltown residents, and weren't close with any of the other members, I think.

It was one of the many, many things I'd come to regret, in reflection. I can't handle everything like I did as Skitter, approaching people with words underlaid with threats. Lisa's description of me just after becoming that thing haunting me still.

You never learned to ask for help when you needed it.

Let's just say you make a decision by yourself, and then you use others to get help carrying it out. That's not really you asking for help, is it?

This makes me feel really sorry for your dad, because I'm starting to get a sense of what you put him through.


"Taylor?" A voice asked, interrupting my reminisce.

Brian was staring at me, smiling concernedly at me, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Ah, sorry. I was just thinking about some stuff from the past." I said sheepishly, rubbing my right arm, my face flushing in embarrassment. Brian looked uncomfortable, as if he didn't know how to properly respond.

"If it's ok for me to ask, what were you remembering?" He asked, giving me a hesitant smile.

I took a sip of my lukewarm tea, and stared out of the nearby window, not focusing on anything in particular.

"I had a group of friends, and I wasn't a particularly good friend back. That's all."

He looked conflicted, looking down at the table in thought, and let out a sigh.

"...Would you like a hug? 'cause it looks like you really need one." He said, softly.

"Huh?"

'Ah, well, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and I'm not good at reassuring people," He rambled, looking incredibly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, "But if you don't want to, that's fine-"

"Brian, Brian, it's ok," I laughed out, "I would like a hug, thank you."

He stopped talking at that, stared at me for a moment, and then laughed alongside me. He gave me another smile, and stood up from the table and walked over to me, and opened his arms. I quickly stood up and returned his hug, causing him to be pushed back a bit. His hugs were always comforting to me, strong arms gently holding me, the musky smell of the cologne he always wore.

I wondered how much I really hurt him, when I left to join the Wards. I hope that he's happy with Cozen, settling down in that cabin, in the future past that may not even exist now. He deserves someone better than me.

"...Sorry." I mumbled into his shoulder. He gave out a chuckle as we separated.

"Well, it's my job as leader to look after my teammates, after all." He said, giving me a teasing smile.

"Yeah. Thanks, I, uh, really needed it, Brian."

"Good to hear it, Taylor. Oh, right, since we're waiting for the others to come back, do you want to try sparring?" He asked, changing the subject now that the atmosphere was lighter. "Lisa mentioned that you took some self-defence classes, so I'd thought I could give you some pointers."

"Oh, yeah, I did. But I'm a bit rusty, since I ended up dropping it." I quickly lied, put on the spot by one of Lisa's own white lies about me.

"That's already way better than the others honestly, trying to teach Lisa or Alec to fight is like pulling teeth, I swear to god." He chuckled, as we both started shifting the furniture around to make space.

"Why did you drop the classes, by the way?" He asked.

"Well, it started to get too expensive, since my Dad works for the Dockworkers Association, but also because knowing how to fight didn't really help with the bullies at Winslow." I replied, shrugging.

"It was more emotional stuff than physical, then?"

"Kinda. At most I got bruises and cuts. This one time, they sent some idiot boys to chase me, so I started running instead because I figured there wasn't much I could do in an actual fight. But since I'm a cape now, I'm going to need to learn how to fight properly."

"That's a good habit to have. We can't always rely on our powers, so knowing how to fight without them can help prevent you from being caught off guard." He explained, seemingly proud of the fact I was willing to learn, grabbing a pair of focus mitts and handing me some boxing tape that I started wrapping around my hands.

We both got into position, a few feet away from each other. I took off my hoodie and tied it around my waist, and pulled my hair into a ponytail using a spare hair tie that I had.

"I'll let you be aggressive so I can see how much you know, ok?" He asked, adopting a boxer stance. "No powers, light hits, above the belt?"

I nodded, and relaxed all of my muscles before doing the same, standing on the balls of my feet. With a deep breath, I started with a barrage of light jabs, occasionally stumbling when Brian shifted one of the mitts into a new position. After a few minutes of repeated exercises I could feel the muscles in my arms starting to ache, and for the second time today I cursed my younger self for not doing any weight training.

I continued until I felt my arms were going to drop off, and dropped onto the couch, breathing in huge gulps of air. Brian handed me a glass of cold water, and I quickly snatched it out of his hands and greedily drank it until I was satisfied. He chuckled at that, as he walked over to his gym bag and grabbed out some more gym gear.

"If you're up for more, we can try doing some actual sparring," He asked, handing me a pair of boxing gloves, "I want to test your dodging and blocking."

"Can I cheat?" I mumbled, as I put them on.

"What do you mean?"

"Since I can see or hear everything my insects do, it means I can react much faster than most." I explained, as I stood up to face him.

"Because they generally have faster reaction times than humans." Brian finished, chewing on his lip in thought that desperately made me want to kiss it.

I quickly shoved that thought away. I couldn't get distracted.

"...Yeah, you can try it. I want to see how much of a difference it makes." He decided.

I nodded to him, my muscles aching too much to bother talking. With another deep breath, I gathered a swarm and willed it to cling to my clothes.

I raised the gloves to cover my face, and gave Brian another nod.

Brian started by giving me a clearly telegraphed right hook, something I easily dodged by leaning the left side, but he followed it up with a much quicker left hook, which I countered by blocking. This continued for a while, a lot longer than the punching exercises I did before because purely dodging and blocking took a lot less energy.

"Try fighting back now. Light hits, no hitting below the belt or the face." He said, his face starting to sweat from the exertion.

I grunted in response, and went on the offensive. Despite the ache I had from before, I hit a good rhythm of punching, dodging and blocking. Brian kept up to my pace as well, playing defensively when I was aggressive and vice-versa. We did this for a while, until I accidentally misjudged the length of my arm, which caused me to stumble forwards and fall over.
I closed my eyes and braced myself in preparation for hitting the ground, but Brian managed to quickly step forward and hold my shoulders, preventing me from falling over.

I tilted my head up and looked at him. Brian was giving me a full on grin now, panting slightly from the sparring.

"You good there, Taylor?" He asked me, half laughing half panting.

"I'm, uh, good. Not hurt, I mean." I stammered out, and I repositioned my feet so I could stand up, as Brian let go of shoulders.

"I can definitely say that you've got the technique down," He said, as he bent down and grabbed a towel from his bag, and wiped his face with it, "You just need to build the muscle,
although you might not be anything close to me or Rachel, but your insects can make up for that."

"So what kinda stuff do you recommend me do, then?" I asked, as I walked over to the kitchen and poured us both a glass of water.

"I'll write up some daily exercises you can do, and also stuff you should eat more of to help build up muscle," He said, drinking in between talking, "Anyway, you can have first dibs on shower, I need to move the couches before the others come back."

I downed the glass I had, the cold water soothing my parched mouth, and gave Brian a weak nod, too exhausted from the spar to talk, and headed towards the shower.






"Get fucked!"

I looked over from my spot at the table, several half full pizza boxes in front of me, to where Alec and Brian were playing some game. It had two characters standing on opposite sides of the screen, and from what I could gather from watching you had to kick or punch the other until someone dies. Probably.

Alec had an incredibly smug look on his face, and judging from how he just yelled out, it was a safe assumption that he'd just won against Brian.

I wasn't particularly interested in video games, so I went back to idly browsing my civilian phone, the new tank top and jeans that I had bought earlier this morning feeling great after the work I did with Rachel and the spar with Brian.

Lisa was sitting at the head of the table, still looking at things on her laptop, a plate with a half-eaten slice next to her. Rachel had come back just before the other two did and reclaimed the same couch she was on before, her pizza box sitting on her lap. Her dogs had been given a slice each, and were content to fall asleep on their master.

"I have an incredibly stupid idea." Alec said out loud, exaggerating a look of deep thought.
"All of your ideas are stupid." Brian responded, reaching forwards and grabbing another slice of his pizza.

Alec stuck his tongue out at him, and then turned his head to look at me.

"Hey dork, you wanna play some games with us?"

I opened my phone and checked the time. 3:24 PM. I would have to leave soon to catch the bus.

"I can't, sorry. I have somewhere I need to be, and after that I need to be home when Dad gets back from work." I replied.

Alec's usual smirk faulted, but only ever so slightly.

"But I'm interested in trying it out, at some point."

His smirk changed into a grin, and he gave me a mock salute.

"Cool. Obviously it won't be the type of games Brian and me play, but there's some games I think you'll enjoy."

"As long as it's not that fucking party game you made us play that one time." Lisa groaned, "I don't think I could handle doing that again."

"Nah, I'm thinking something single-player and casual, like Pokemon."

"That's a good idea, actually. I take back what I said about you and bad ideas." Brian added, and the conversation quickly devolved into Brian and Alec talking about acronyms and video game terminology that I didn't have the reference to understand as I gathered my belongings.

After that, I said my goodbyes to my friends, and a wave to Rachel, who waved back to me.






With the sun setting, drowning the city in hues of orange and red, the bus ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable given that I was the only occupant other than the driver himself. The route was unpopular, started at the bus terminal at Downtown and went through the western outskirts of the city, so it wasn't surprising.

The old bus creaked as it ran into a pothole, and I clutched the bouquet of sunflowers I was holding a little bit tighter.

"Ah. Sorry 'bout that miss. The roads don't get properly maintained this far out, so there's quite a lot of potholes 'round."

I looked over to the bus driver, who was staring at me from his rear-view mirror. He was old, old enough that he seemed to be past retirement age, with his grey, wispy hair combed sideways.

"It's ok. I'm used to how awful Brockton's roads are."

He chuckled at that, but didn't say anything. The sombre, melancholic mood returned, as I absently waited for my destination, looking out at the city in front of me. It was a similar feeling to when I first woke up last Sunday.

My thoughts wandered aimlessly, from future plans to my teammates to attending Arcadia, until the old bus had stopped at my destination. I got up, my legs stiff from sitting down for so long, and before I got off, the bus driver spoke up.

"Who are you here for, miss? If you don't mind me askin', of course."

"My mother. She passed away a couple of years ago. Car accident. I haven't visited her in a while."

The driver had given me a soft, knowing smile.

"Ah, my condolences for your loss. I lost my own Ma when I was 'bout your age, I think."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for your loss, too."

The driver nodded in reply, his eyes carrying a weight behind them, like I had seen in so many others after an Endbringer attack or any other disaster.

Mourning, and remembrance.

Just as I started walking off, he spoke up again.

"It gets easier, y'know."

I turned back around and faced him, still clutching the bouquet.

"It never quite goes away, that pain of losin' someone. But it gets easier." He said, as he rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a tattoo of words written in cursive on his arm.

To my darling sunshine.

"She died of pneumonia. I wasn't exactly a good kid at the time, and she and I had some disagreements 'bout certain things at the time. I regret not sayin' certain things to her before she went."

He rolled his sleeve back up and looked at me again, his eyes a little misty.

"But it gets easier. If this old man can give a youngster like you some unwanted advice, I would say this: Keep going. Keep moving forward, even if it's by a single step."

"Tha-thank you. I'll keep it in mind." I choked out, clutching the bouquet tightly.

The driver smiled at me, and gave me a mock salute before closing the bus door and driving away, leaving me standing there just in front of Brockton Bay's cemetery.

The graveyard itself was on the outskirts of the city, perched on a hill tall enough that you could easily see Brockton in its entirety. When capes had started being a thing, city designers started moving the cemeteries further away from highly populated areas so they wouldn't get caught in the chaos of a fight between capes. No one wanted them to be desecrated, hero or villain.

I walked through the gates, spotting some other people visiting the graves of their lost ones, a light breeze rustling the leaves of the surrounding oak trees, the light of the setting sun shining through the branches. Step by step, I had reached a particular grave on the far edge, right next to a grey brick wall. I was completely alone, anyone else was too far away to hear me.

Annette Rose Hebert

1969-2008

She taught something precious to each of us.


"Hey, mum. I brought you some of your favourite flowers." I whispered, gently placing the bouquet on the ground. Sunflowers were her favourite type of flower according to faint childhood memories.

It was when I was very young, and I was at Emma's house, in her backyard. For whatever reason, I had picked one from Aunt Zoe's well maintained garden and gave it to her when she came to pick me up. After she scolded me for taking it, she'd mentioned it was her favourite.

I think she ended up turning it into a bookmark at some point.

"For a long time, I wondered what would've happened if you didn't die. Emma wouldn't have bullied me like she did. Dad wouldn't have fallen apart like he did. Maybe I would've stayed the same as I was before."

My younger years felt so far away. I was so, so different back then, when I still had mum and Emma in my life. I wondered what a Taylor Hebert would've been like if she wasn't crushed by loss and betrayal.

"And now, I wonder what your reactions would've been to the things I've done. Would have you been proud of me, trying to do what I thought was right? Or maybe you would be scared of me, like Dad was?"

I looked back down at my mother's grave, letting out a few stray tears.

"I have to admit to you that I have no idea who I want to be. I called myself Khepri because it felt like it had some small connection to you, and the symbolism of a new morning, a beginning, a second chance. I promised I would be a better person, to not cross so many lines, so at the end of it all I can say that what I did was worth it.

"It's easier to say that I want to be better, but the better question is that I don't know how to. How can I be a better person when facing down the likes of the Empire, or Coil, or even Scion? How can I convince the heroes that I mean well despite being a villain?"

I let out another sigh, and I wiped my face down with some tissues.

"Maybe I'm just rambling to myself. Putting my thoughts out there. Anyway, regardless if I deserved this chance or not, I'm going to make the most out of it. For you and Dad. For my friends. For everyone. Without turning myself into a monster."

I felt that unfamiliar feeling stirring within my chest when my passenger was trying to communicate. It didn't feel like a flame though. It felt more like watching the pouring rain, something more melancholic.

It was calming, though. Like a tight hug from a loved one.

When my tears had dried up, I felt surprisingly refreshed. The flame had returned, and for once I knew exactly what type of feeling it was.

Resolve.

"Thank you." I quietly whispered.

Day by day. Second by second.
 
Didn't PRT and PR explain to her that this is not a game of "cops and robbers".
In theory, the Guards should have explained to her that the Tits is a teenage Fool - that's why she was a Thinker, but she didn't become smarter.
Tentacles froze her brain in the state of a suicidal teenage Villain - there is no other way to explain the lack of a shift after becoming a Hero.
 
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Discrepancies, 2.3
I leaned my head against the window of the car, not focusing on what we were driving past, thoughts drifting towards what was going to happen tomorrow.

"You alright there?"

I glanced over to look at my dad, who was looking at me with a hesitant smile while he was waiting for the red light to change.

"I'm fine. Just having to deal with what's going to happen on Thursday."

"The bank heist that you mentioned?"

I nodded.

"And it's not because of the actual heist, that's just some petty thievery and roughing up the Wards a bit, it's…"

"The girl you were talking about. The pre-cog?" He said, finishing my sentence. I gave him another weak nod and went back to staring out of the window. I wasn't in the mood to talk much. He leaned over to me a bit, and patted my hand with his.

"I can't say that I understand everything about you're doing, or what you're feeling about it, but I just want to let you know that I'm proud of you, and I know that she would be, too." He said, looking forwards as the light had changed to green.

That comment distracted me from my thoughts and I snapped my head to look at him. Dad never mentioned Mum in regular conversations.

"Do you think so?" I asked, quietly.

"Your mother would be so proud of you, despite anything you did last the first time around, or when you were a villain, or at any other point in your life."

"But I've killed people, Dad," I said, trying to stop my eyes from welling up, "I ate a person's eyes with my insects. I almost killed a hero at his own home, in front of his family. I killed Alexandria."

"But you did a lot of good too, Taylor. Just because it's easier to focus on the bad things doesn't mean the good things you did do didn't happen." He said, lifting his glasses up and wiping his eyes, "I know you're a good person. You wouldn't be worrying about it if you weren't."

I looked back outside of the window and took a couple of deep breaths.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Little Moth?"

"...Thank you."

He gave me another glance from the corner of his eye, and smiled.

"Anytime, sweetie."






Arcadia was basically everything Winslow was not. It was four stories tall, separated into two smaller buildings, with the north one being longer than the south one. The windows were dotted with tiny hexagons that reflected the light in odd ways. Some sort of way for students to see out while preventing people from looking in, or a way to reinforce the glass.

In the middle of the two wings were intersecting, two story hallways that were a convenient way to get from one side of the school to another, with lavishly maintained gardens and sitting areas surrounding it. The eastern side had the sporting area, consisting of a gym that connected to the south block, and a running track that had a field inside of it for football or soccer.

I sort of hated it, honestly. I was a villain, and this was a school where the Wards attended. I came from a poor, working class background and this was the school where the richest people in the city sent their children to.

"Huh. Didn't think that it was this nice." My dad mentioned, as we both stood in front of the south building, where the foyer and reception area was. I hummed in agreement.

"Not even my college was as nice as this, back when I was younger," He muttered, "Anyway, we should probably get going. Don't want to be late for the appointment."

We both walked through the automatic doors that led to the receptionist, blasted by the cool air. They also had actual air conditioning, too. The foyer area looked like it was actually designed by someone, as it looked more like the entrance to a modern art museum than a school. Dad walked over to the counter while I sat down on one of the nearby seats. I took the chance to look over the school with my insects, careful not to give them any commands, as I didn't want any of the Wards or Dallons to get suspicious.

It was basically as I imagined it. State of the art computers, nice, clean hallways. A cafeteria that looked like it served actual food than the slop they gave us at Winslow. An auditorium that was built specifically for theatre and plays.

Dad rang a bell that was sitting on the counter, and a short, middle-aged woman with dark skin wearing typical office wear, with a blazer that had Arcadia's logo on it, came over to the counter and started talking to him. They exchanged pleasantries, he mentioned our appointment with the principal, and the receptionist talked into an intercom, and said it wouldn't be too long.

I wasn't really focusing on that, as I was still looking around the school, which was harder than expected. It seemed the faculty actually hired exterminators, so there was a lack of cockroaches, flies and spiders for me to use. It didn't actually matter, but I couldn't help but be paranoid from what happened when I was here the last time.

"Taylor?" My dad murmured, as he sat down next to me.

"I'm fine, just some…bad memories, from what happened when I was last here."

He concentrated for a second, trying to remember what I told him about Arcadia, when he realised and frowned.

"That was…when you were outed, right?"

I nodded.

"It was one of the worst moments in my life." I whispered. Dad licked his lips, and gave me a gentle smile.

"I hope you have a better time here, then." He responded. We went back into a comfortable silence as I looked over the school again, but I wasn't able to see or hear much without directly controlling anything.

I looked at Graham's office, who pushed a button on her intercom and said something I couldn't understand since there was only one measly fly to see and hear with.

"Oh! Mr. Hebert and Miss Hebert," The receptionist said with a smile, "Mrs. Graham is available for you now. Her office is just at the end, right side."

We both got up, and made our way to the office, and Dad opened the door for me as we both got inside, and he closed the door behind him. This office was unremarkable when compared to the rest of the school. Graham seemed to be much more organised and neater than Blackwell, with two containers marked 'completed' and 'incomplete' sitting on her desk. She had two computer screens that were connected to a laptop sitting on the corner of the desk, and a photo frame sitting on a set of filing cabinets behind her. Graham herself seemed to be in her early to late thirties, but looked like she took good care of herself, enough that someone could mistake her for being in her twenties. She had thin black hair that reached her shoulders, and was also wearing typical office wear, wearing the same blazer with the school's logo.

"Ah, Mr. and Miss Hebert! Come in, come in, I've been expecting you," She said, in a grating, fake retail voice, while Dad shook her hand and I sat down on one of the chairs, "Now, before we get into business, what do you think of Arcadia so far?"

"It's, uh, a lot different from Winslow, I suppose?" I responded, fidgeting in my chair.

"Good, good! Now, before we finalise anything, I need to ask about what you personally want out of Arcadia? What classes you're interested in, what electives, what you want after you finish high school, that sort of stuff."

It took me all the effort I had not to slip into my cape mentality, to not force my expressions into the nearby insects. I was here as Taylor Hebert, the girl who wants a new start after a bullying problem, and not as Khepri, Skitter, or Weaver.

Not to say that they weren't me, just different parts of me.

"Well, I took some time this week to think about what I want, what I want to do, and, uh, would it be possible for me to only have to be at school for two or three days a week and do everything else online," I said, and gave Graham a nervous smile, "as I'm not quite ready to go back to full time, with everything that happened at..."

She gave me a reassuring smile.

"Of course, that would definitely be something we can do, as you can attend more days here later down the line when you get more comfortable with school again, and you do have a computer or laptop you can use?"

"I have a pc at home, but I'm going to look for a cheap laptop later today."

"Fantastic! So, what kind of classes are you thinking of doing, Taylor?" She said, grabbing a piece of paper from a nearby drawer.

I looked at the long list that Graham gave me, which had all the classes I would be able to take. Maths had several classes based on difficulty, or application, like one for trade students, one for basic, everyday use of mathematics, and several others that were aimed for potential STEM students. English had a much broader range, divided into general topics, like classic literature, creative writing and modern literature.

The electives were interesting, though. Arcadia had a lot more classes to choose from, and they were more varied. Theatre had two classes, for the actors and the stagehands. Sports had the most out of all of them, having soccer, the track team, football, and dancing. I already looked at this list before, thanks to Lisa obtaining a copy of it for me. I leaned over the desk and grabbed a pen from Graham's pen holder, and ticked the classes I wanted.

"So, the classes you want to do is Classic Lit, Second Tier Maths, Introduction to Art, Introduction to Fashion, and Animal Biology?" She asked, looking at the piece of paper in front of her.

I nodded.

"Wonderful! Now, with all that out of the way, you should be able to start next Monday, if everything goes well," Graham said, opening another drawer and pulling out a paper folder and handing it to me, "And here's all of the information that you need, like a map of the school, clothing policy, as well as information for anything regarding mental health, since we do have several well trained counsellors here in case you need them."

I gave her another small smile, as I slipped the folder into my bag, and stood up alongside my dad.

"Well, if that's everything, I need to head back to work, do you want a lift home?" He said, as we both started to walk towards the door. I shook my head.

"I'm meeting up with Lisa after this, and we'll both be going to the mall that's nearby to buy some stuff I need." I replied.

"Wait, before you go Taylor, I was going to ask if you could stick around for a tour of the school?" the principal said, standing up and saying something into her intercom, "I just want to make you understand that whatever happened at Winslow is far behind you now, so why not get a personal tour of the school grounds by Arcadia's very own superheroes?"

I stiffened at that, and before I could object there was a knock on the door. Dad moved over closer to me, and gave me a small smile, as Graham yelled out.

"Come in! Door's open!"

With a click, the door opened, revealing the figure of Victoria Dallon, who then let her sister Amy in. Her platinum blonde hair was braided and hung over her left shoulder, and she was wearing an unzipped hoodie with a faded New Wave logo on the front, a long skirt that reached past her knees that was decorated with skyscrapers. A little different to the Victoria I'd expect, but maybe she was more normal in a civilian setting.

Amy looked like she didn't want to be here, and she looked just as I remembered her as. Shorter than me by a good couple of inches, with brown curly hair, and she was wearing a white, unzipped hoodie that looked similar to her Panacea coat, with a t-shirt underneath that looked like an album for an Earth Aleph band.

After Victoria let Amy in, and closed the door behind her, she turned and looked at me as she met my eyes, she gave me a laid back smile. Amy, on the other hand, just looked incredibly disinterested at the current situation.

"Good, you're both here. Now this is the girl I talked about with you yesterday Victoria, so I make sure you both give her a warm welcome to Arcadia, alright?" Graham said to her, and then looked at me and gave me a smile.

"Well, looks like everythings finished here," Dad said, as he passed by the Dallons and walked to the door, "I'll see you at home, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Dad." I responded, as Victoria held the door open for him, and as he walked out of the building to his car, she gestured to me to follow her. Amy rolled her eyes, and grumpily walked out, hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie as I followed her to the foyer.

"Oh yeah, I didn't catch your name." Victoria mentioned as she closed the door behind us and walked alongside me, "Mrs. Graham only mentioned a new transfer that was having problems as Winslow."

"Taylor Hebert." I responded.

"Taylor Herbert?" Amy asked, as she settled to my right side, making me walk in between the two of them. Victoria had grabbed her phone from her pocket, and was typing something on it.

"No, hee-bert, not her-bert"

"That's a weird last name."

"Amy, please be nicer to the new girl," Victoria said, giving Amy a grimace, then turning to me apologetically, "Sorry about her, she's still a little cranky from last Sunday. Or early Monday morning, technically."

Amy blushed a little, grumbled something under her breath and folded her arms, like she was cringing into herself.

"What happened on Sunday?" I asked.

"You don't know? It was like, all over the news!" Amy accused, quickly turning her head and looking at me. I raised my hands up defensively at her.

"Amy, relax, Taylor's probably not interested in cape stuff. Anyway, long story short, some new cape managed to take down Lung to the point of nearly killing him, requiring me to fly her to the PRT building to heal him."

"Lung is…" I murmured, holding my chin in a thinking motion, "the leader of the Azn Bad Boys? The one that can turn into a dragon?"

"Yup, that's him. The cape in question…" The blonde said, with a slight pause, "...Khepri, I think their name was. They're a master, able to control insects, and were somehow able to inject enough venom into him to kill several normal people, and was able to take him down because of it. Despite the logic that fire beats bug, too."

"Fuckin' dumbass made me get up at two in the morning on a school night to save fuckin' Lung, of all people." Amy added, mumbling.

"Anyhoo, what classes did you pick, Taylor? You might even get a class with me or Amy." Victoria asked, changing the subject.

"Uh, Classic Lit, Second Tier Mathematics, Animal Biology, Intro to Art and Intro to Fashion. But I don't know about which times and what teachers yet. Mrs. Graham said I'll get my timesheet when I start on Monday." I responded, as we stopped in the middle of the foyer.

"Huh, interesting. You might get Art with Amy, and Classic Lit with me. Anyway, this is the south building, known as the South Block, the classes here are the Science classes on the first floor, and the rest has the English, Humanities, and Maths classes. Most of them that aren't the Science classes get shuffled around every year, since you only need a desk for those classes." She said, gesturing with her hands, "and, if you follow me, I can show you where the cafeteria and gym is."

I followed her as she started walking off, and we settled back into the same position, with me in the middle of the two sisters. The conversation started to die off, so I started talking in order to avoid the awkward silence.

"So what's that thing on your shirt, Amy?" I asked, hoping to get some common ground with her. She mumbled something that I couldn't pick up, so I gestured for her to repeat herself.

"I said, it's something from a band I like."

"What kind of band is it?" I replied. She raised her eyebrows at that, looking like she either wanted to pity me or yell at me, but grumbled and looked away in thought.

"Just. Some random thing I found while browsing the internet, I said. It's called MetalFace, and, uh, they're heavy metal, so you probably won't like it."

I nodded in response. I never really got into music, but maybe I'll give more things a listen to this time.

"I'm not really into music, but I'll try them out at some point. What else are you interested in, Amy?"

"Uh, books. Reading, mostly fictional stuff, or amateur stuff that people make online." She said, looking more and more uncomfortable at talking about herself.

"I was originally into reading, because my mum was an English university professor, but I fell out of it because of the stuff at Winslow. I'd be open to looking at anything you'd recommend."

"Uh, sure? Maybe later though."

Victoria was looking between us as we talked, looking a little unsure, and then smiled when Amy said yes.

Arcadia's cafeteria was something more typical, despite the lavishness of the rest of the school. A kitchen, with a buffet style section for kids with appropriate sneeze guards, a drinks fridge sat to the side, the same type you would see in malls and shops. The floorspace had chairs and tables that actually looked comfortable, unlike the metal seats they had at Winslow.

It was also a centre of sorts, with several doors leading outside, and two sets of stairs leading to the upper floors. Some students lingered here, quietly chatting or playing some sort of handheld video game console that I've seen Alec use.

It was also where I got outed, originally. Trying desperately to find a way out, before being cornered in this very cafeteria by Dragon and Defiant. It was not how I acted, there and then, that I'd regretted. Using the teenagers that actually supported me, in order to simply walk out was one of the few moments I was proud of as a villain. I managed to do enough good that they risked themselves to help me.

But with so many of the other things I did as my time as Skitter, it was about the small, minor choices that led up to that. Maybe if I played a little nicer with the PRT, maybe if I acted a little bit more like a person, what happened here might have never occurred.

"Hey, you all good, Taylor?"

Victoria looked at me concernedly, and had taken a step closer to me, while Amy awkwardly fidgeted off to the side.

"Ah, sorry. Just lost in thought. What were you saying, Victoria?"

"Nothing much, honestly. It's just a typical high school cafeteria. I'm assuming it'll be a lot better than whatever they served at Winslow, right?"

I nodded. I prepared my own food at home both because the food they served was awful, and to avoid the Trio. It was easier to eat my lunch in some unused corner of the school.

"Also since they serve actual food here, you have to pay for it, but it's only like, ten bucks for a full meal, plus drink." Amy added.

I did some maths in my head. I could pay for it, with the money I got from being an Undersider, but with what Dad was bringing in, I wouldn't be able to afford it.

"...My dad works for the Dockworkers Association. We don't have that kind of money."

She looked sheepish at that, mumbled an apology, while Victoria looked like she was in thought.

"Well, in case you don't have any money and need to eat, you can ask me. I'd be happy to shout you a meal or two."

"Why?"

"Because you had a rough time at Winslow, and I definitely don't want that to happen to you again at Arcadia." She replied.

It was a knee jerk reaction for me to be suspicious of her – my mind already came up with several questions to why, like 'does she know I'm Khepri somehow' or 'why is she being nice to me, what's her goal' – but I shoved that feeling aside. Victoria was fundamentally a hero, given she was raised by them, so it would make sense for someone like her to befriend the bullied transfer student.

Her sister looked at her with confusion for a second, but just shrugged. Victoria started walking away, gesturing for me to follow, continuing the tour towards the gym and track field. Once we were out of the cafeteria, Amy spoke up.

"So, what kinda stuff are you interested in, Taylor?"

Shit. I can't mention anything cape related as pre-trigger Taylor Hebert wasn't into capes, but the current me was only into it. I didn't have an answer because I didn't have any interests after I started high school, where I was preoccupied with surviving the Trio, and after that was surviving the constant bombardment of threats and trying to stop the end of the world.

"Uh, not much, I wasn't able to explore anything with what happened at Winslow." I said, turning away in embarrassment, "But I'm open to trying stuff now, since I'm no longer there."

Amy looked at me awkwardly, like she was trying to bite down a scathing remark, but didn't know what to say in a situation like this. Her sister, for a second, looked at me suspiciously, but then gave me another grin.

"Well, good thing we met then, since we can help you," She said, awkwardly patting Amy on the back, "Right, Amy? You can recommend some bands or authors you like, for instance."

Amy gave her an odd look, but her sister whispered something in her ear, which made Amy awkwardly smile at me, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah. Sure. We can go look at some bookstores or something." She said, all the while cringing into herself.

"I'd love to, Amy." I responded as earnestly as I could. Which wasn't a lie, as I did want to hang out with her, and I did want to learn about it, even if it was motivated impurely.

Skitter argued that befriending Amy was the best course, considering the strength of her biokinesis, and that becoming a friend would be able to lead her away from breaking apart like she did when she was 'chosen' by Bonesaw. And if I was able to become close enough, I could convince her to join the Undersiders, which would solve several other issues further down the line.

Weaver, however, argued that she just needed a friend. A proper one, from how the only person she's close to is Victoria.

"What things are you into, Victoria?" I asked, to help keep the conversation going. From her relationship with Amy, I'd eventually need to befriend Victoria, too.

"Oh, I'm a huge cape geek, especially when it comes to powers. How they work, how they interact, that sort of thing." She replied, looking genuinely interested in talking about the topic.

"I'm not into the hero and power stuff. Never really interested me. I had an Alexandria poster when I was a kid, but that was only because everyone else was into it."

Victoria nodded at that, but Amy hummed and spoke again.

"Is that why you're acting so… normal, I guess? Because when people interact with us, well, more Vicky than I, they get really starstruck. Like, 'oh, it's Glory Girl, can I have your autograph or take a photo with you'."

"A lot of people do that to you too, Amy." Victoria countered.

"Yeah, but what I do isn't flashy or heroic or even interesting, and it's always just people thanking me for healing them, or people acting 'starstruck' in order to ask me to heal them or something."

Victoria looked unsure about how to respond to that. I thought about what Amy said. She's a powerful biokinetic, and is almost able to make anything that's biologically possible, but is restrained to repeated healing people, like forcing an artist to use the same colours for every painting. And given that she's from a family of heroes, and she's the only one restricted to the backlines…

"Maybe because what you do feels less like being a hero and more like a day job, I think? Like, going out and beating up villains feels heroic, but simply touching someone's hand and curing every physical problem they have sounds a lot more boring, mundane?"

Amy looked at me, and for the first time she didn't look angry, tired, or guilty. Like for the first time in her life someone understood her.

"Yeah, it's like that." She said, quietly.

Victoria had an odd look on her face, as she glanced between Amy and I.

"Anyway, to answer your earlier question, I think it's just that most people forgot that heroes are people, too. Like, even someone like Alexandria or Eidolon are still human at the end of the day, right?"

"That makes sense, yeah. People make mistakes, or do dumb things, regardless of how powerful they are." Victoria responded, looking excited to talk about the topic.

"So I'm not interested in talking to Panacea or Glory Girl, other people can geek out over them, but I am interested in talking to Amy and Victoria Dallon."

"That's a good mindset, honestly. Anyway, here we are: the gym and the track field," Victoria stated, as we finally walked outside, right in the middle between the two buildings and field. "The gym is self-explanatory: it's used for a variety of stuff, like rock climbing, basketball, and for anything during winter when it gets too cold. The track is obviously used for races, and the inside field is used for either football or soccer."

The track itself was coloured with a red, orange-y look, like it was made from hardened clay, softer than concrete but harder than just grass and soil, with white markings for the lanes and starting point. Over on the other side had an impressive looking seating area, and a shed was tucked away beside it, most likely used for storing equipment. The gym, over to our right side, looked modern and sleek.

"Do you do any sports, Taylor? Vicky here used to play basketball, but, uh, dropped it for personal reasons." Amy asked.

"I do run in the morning, but that's only because it's for exercise, not anything sport related. Besides, I'll only be here for a couple of days rather than for five."

"Wait, why are you here for a couple of days?"

"It's, uh, because I'm not ready to go back to five days, with everything that happened at Winslow," I lied, "So I'm doing them online. Besides, I want to look into the options that I have, and I think that being here full-time would ruin that."

"Eh, fair enough. I don't have much of a choice when I finish high school." She said, tiredly.

She'd probably be thinking that she would be healing for the rest of her life, never doing anything interesting. Victoria twirled her braid absentmindedly, looking away in thought.

"Y'know, I don't think that's true Amy." She said, "Once you turn eighteen, they can't force you to be a hero or go heal at hospitals."

Amy snapped her head to her sister and gave her another indecipherable look. It looked like she wanted to say something, but glanced at me, and continued looking forward.

"Anyway, here's the North Block," Victoria said, gesturing with her hands, "the first floor contains all of the vocational classes, wood tech, metal tech, construction, home ec, that sort of stuff. On the other side is the auditorium, where anything got to do with theatre or acting is. The other floors contain classes for computer sciences, engineering, et cetera."

It was then that I saw something odd, through some nearby insects. Behind me, on the top floor of the other building, in the school's library was a boy I didn't recognise. I couldn't make out some of his details. Tall, but not as tall as Brian, with short hair and was wearing some expensive clothing from the looks of it.

The odd thing though, was that this boy was staring down at Victoria, Amy and I. I turned to look at him, and he waved at our group. Victoria waved back, and Amy mumbled something under breath again, glancing between the two. The boy pointed downwards, and then got up from his seat and disappeared.

"Ah, that's Dean. He's a close friend of mine." Victoria said.

Dean Stansfield. Heir to one of the richest families in town. I think dad complained about the Stansfields a couple of times, about how they've made it harder for the union to do anything.

"Aren't you two dating?" Amy asked, looking confused.

"Uh, we're both decided to take a break from that." She replied, looking uncomfortable at her sister's question.

"I swear to god, if he did any-"

"No, no, god no Amy! He didn't cheat on me or anything, we just mutually decided to take a break because we're both busy with other things, like me going to university and him with his family."

I took a step back away from them, and Victoria looked at me, her face flush with embarrassment. Amy looked away, glaring at the ground.

"Anyway, I think we should finish this here since the next period is starting soon," Victoria said, changing the subject, "So, before you head off Taylor, give me you phone so I can add me and Amy's phone numbers-"

"Vicky! You can't just do that-"

"Yeah, I will because you need friends who aren't me and Taylor seems cool. Alright?"

Amy's face was flushed with embarrassment, eyes darting between Vicky and I, and relinquished her phone to her sister, then covered her face with one hand, holding her phone in the other, and sort of half screamed, half groaned.

"Vicky, it's not because of that, it's because you're embarrassing me."

"I'm your sister, I'm meant to be embarrassing."

I got my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, handing it to Victoria, who then added her and her sister's number to it.

"Huh. You have like, no one registered on your phone. Not even your parents. What gives?" Amy asked, who was looking at my phone over her sister's shoulder.

"...Because I don't have any friends, and also because my dad doesn't have a mobile phone of his own." I replied, giving Amy an angry look. I did have friends in the other Undersiders, or at least Lisa at this point, but I wouldn't register any of them in my civilian phone.

"...Oh, right, shit. Uh, my bad?" She said, doing an awful job at apologising.

"You used to not have any friends, because now you have me and Amy!" Victoria added, giving her sister a capital 'L' look, and handed my phone back to me.

"Well, that seems to be everything," Victoria said, agreeing with me, "So, do you need to be shown how to get back to the foyer?"

"No, I'm good. I'll see you two at some point next week, though?" I said.

"Yeah! Of course! But Ames and I really need to get back to class, so see you 'round Taylor!" Vicky said, hurrying off to the south block.

"Don't take it personally. Her next class is on parahuman studies, and it's Vicky's favourite subject." Amy said, turning to face me again, and gave me a small, tired smile, "So I'll see next week, then?"

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to attending here."

She gave me a final nod, and walked off to the north block, and I was left standing awkwardly by myself, so I headed back to the foyer, passing many of the students that were on their spare periods to the car park where Lisa was waiting for me in one of the drop-off zones.

She was wearing a white tank top and black jeans, hair done up in a messy bun, and wearing a pair of cheap sunglasses. I walked over and opened up the passenger door and sat down, taking off my bag and putting it at my feet, and did up my seatbelt.

"So, what's the school where all the rich twats send their twat children to like?" Lisa asked, as she pulled out of the drop off zone and headed out of the school's car park.

"Fucking weird, honestly." I replied. Lisa arched an eyebrow.

"I got a tour of the school grounds from Victoria and Amy Dallon, and also got both of their numbers."

She cackled at that, and I explained to her about what happened.

"This is really good, honestly. Speeds up your plan to befriend Amy, so she won't be a fucking idiot and ruin her sister and lock herself in Birdcage." Lisa said, looking deep in thought while she waited for a red light, "What's better is that Glory Hole herself seems to want the same thing, given that Amy doesn't have any friends of her own."

"And if Amy is at the-"

"And if Amy is at the bank, I can't do the thing I did the first time around and give her a mental breakdown, you've already told me."

I playfully rolled my eyes at her, and stared out of the window as Lisa drove towards the nearby mall. It was good, even without the cape stuff related to it; starting at a new school, making new friends, some things that would be exciting for an average teenager.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but I couldn't tell what.
 
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It was then that I saw something odd, through some nearby insects. Behind me, on the top floor of the other building, in the school's library was a boy I didn't recognise. I couldn't make out some of his details. Tall, but not as tall as Brian, with short hair and was wearing some expensive clothing from the looks of it.

The odd thing though, was that this boy was staring down at Victoria, Amy and I. I turned to look at him, and he waved at our group. Victoria waved back, and Amy mumbled something under breath again, glancing between the two. The boy pointed downwards, and then got up from his seat and disappeared.
She might have given herself away there, if Dean noticed her noticing him before even looking.
 
"Nothing much, honestly. It's just a typical high school cafeteria. I'm assuming it'll be a lot better than whatever they served at Winslow, right?"

I nodded. I prepared my own food at home both because the food they served was awful, and to avoid the Trio. It was easier to eat my lunch in some unused corner of the school.

"Also since they serve actual food here, you have to pay for it, but it's only like, twenty bucks for a full meal, plus drink." Amy added.

I did some maths in my head. I could pay for it, with the money I got from being an Undersider, but with what Dad was bringing in, I wouldn't be able to afford it.

"...My dad works for the Dockworkers Association. We don't have that kind of money."

I don't know about Earth Bet economics, but while $20 for a school lunch might be reasonable today with the rampart inflation both after COVID in 2020 and this last year, I paid around half that or less for my takeout lunches from area restaurants from 2011-2013. Places like Chinese takeout, a bagel place, a pizza place for a small single-topping pizza on the lunch special, McDonald's, or the hot meals from Chef's Kitchen (deli counter) at the Jewel.
When I got lunch at school from 93-97 it was around $5 or less.
I got my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, handing it to Victoria, who then added her and her sister's number to it.

"Huh. You have like, no one registered on your phone. Not even your parents. What gives?" Amy asked, who was looking at my phone over her sister's shoulder.

"...Because I don't have any friends, and also because my dad doesn't have a mobile phone of his own." I replied, giving Amy an angry look. I did have friends in the other Undersiders, or at least Lisa at this point, but I wouldn't register any of them in my civilian phone.
Odd, I had my first phone programmed with things like my home number so I could call my mom, the library so I could reserve books or movies, the pizza parlor, the Chinese takeout joint, the drug store so I could check if a prescription (not necessarily for me, but I might be asked to pick it up after school) was ready, etc.
Places I might need to call, even if my first phone was supposed to be "for emergencies only" and was rather expensive to actually use even if the monthly fee was only something like $2/month, they charged per minute of talk time.
Taylor should know this or it would seem suspicious like Vicky cottoned on to.
 
Assuming Taylor has a basic smartphone (and I'm pretty sure Earth Bet's telecom infrastructure is superior to OTL 2011), she could just Google those when necessary.
 
Assuming Taylor has a basic smartphone (and I'm pretty sure Earth Bet's telecom infrastructure is superior to OTL 2011), she could just Google those when necessary.
That was possible with a company-issued Blackberry in 2007, it's just more convenient to have the places you might call regularly in the contact list. Especially since every cell phone I've had since my first in late 1999 (as in Dec 25, so practically 2000) has had an easy way to add numbers you've dialed to the address book.
It's how I wound up with half the numbers in my contact list. I'd add numbers I used to it, especially since the CallerID system would only display a number and not a name unless it was in the address book, unlike on the landline.
On the other hand Taylor's phone is new, she probably used the landline to call for pizza, especially if she has a cheap plan that doesn't give a set amount of minutes per month, so she might not have bothered.
 
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I'm gonna be honest, it kind of annoys me how she just openly lied about not caring about cape stuff for seemingly no reason (other than maybe "ohh they won't want to be friends with someone who's a cape nerd because they'll think i'm just trying to be friends with them bc they're capes"). It makes no sense and just makes her life more complicated, especially if she's trying to befriend them, because she now has to hide an entire aspect of her personality whenever she's talking with them.

Maybe it was just an oversight on her part not realizing just how much of an utter cape nerd she continuously comes off as, but she's had about a half-dozen different conversations where she's gone into the minutae of how powers affect capes and such in the past several chapters as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and she's not a skilled liar, at least when she isn't pushing all her emotions into her swarm (which has her obviously becoming emotionless).
 
Since a lot of people are talking about the price, let me explain. If you didn't realise yet, I am Australian, and our school system, especially when it comes to food, is very different to the US system. Here, the cafeteria (or the tuck shop, as we call them) is more or less optional since 90% of kids bring food from home rather than getting it from the school, and the tuck shop is more like a 'once a week' thing. Because of that, food is more expensive since there's less subsidies. (and the stuff they sold were quite good, like burgers, wraps, chicken fingers, ice cream, etc)

So me, being very stupid, made the price $20 because that's the price of a full fast food meal in Australia, and also because Arcadia is suppose to be the 'rich' school in Brockton Bay.

Yes, feel free to call me an idiot for it.
 
Since a lot of people are talking about the price, let me explain. If you didn't realise yet, I am Australian, and our school system, especially when it comes to food, is very different to the US system. Here, the cafeteria (or the tuck shop, as we call them) is more or less optional since 90% of kids bring food from home rather than getting it from the school, and the tuck shop is more like a 'once a week' thing. Because of that, food is more expensive since there's less subsidies. (and the stuff they sold were quite good, like burgers, wraps, chicken fingers, ice cream, etc)

So me, being very stupid, made the price $20 because that's the price of a full fast food meal in Australia, and also because Arcadia is suppose to be the 'rich' school in Brockton Bay.

Yes, feel free to call me an idiot for it.

Nope. Not being familiar with how it works here doesn't make you anything other than uninformed.

On the subject of school lunches: many USA schools subsidize part of the cost either as part of their operating budget or as part of tuition, and then the actual price of a meal ends up being lower. For kids on scholarships or other financial assistance, those meal prices get reduced even more - or are free as part of the assistance.
 
Since a lot of people are talking about the price, let me explain. If you didn't realise yet, I am Australian, and our school system, especially when it comes to food, is very different to the US system. Here, the cafeteria (or the tuck shop, as we call them) is more or less optional since 90% of kids bring food from home rather than getting it from the school, and the tuck shop is more like a 'once a week' thing. Because of that, food is more expensive since there's less subsidies. (and the stuff they sold were quite good, like burgers, wraps, chicken fingers, ice cream, etc)

So me, being very stupid, made the price $20 because that's the price of a full fast food meal in Australia, and also because Arcadia is suppose to be the 'rich' school in Brockton Bay.

Yes, feel free to call me an idiot for it.
I don't know the value of the Australian Dollar vs the American one in this time period. Apparently the Australian dollar is worth about 60% of an American one right now, but that might not mean as much unless we can compare prices for the time period as McDonalds' might cost more or less in Australia, and I just found getting pricing information on McDonald's is NOT that easy as I keep getting "price varies by location" and I can't use my local one as an example. Although I did notice long ago that it costs more at the location in Woodfield Mall (which apparently did not survive COVID, closing after 30 years) or Ogilvie Transportation Center (aka Northwest Station for you old timers that haven't been to Chicago in over 35 years) than at the one about a mile and a half away from Woodfield at Algonquin and Wilkie, or just past Algonquin and Meachem, or the one across the street from the Arlington Park stop of the UP-NW train line (guess how I get to Ogilvie).

However, my point was that meals shouldn't cost more than going to a lower-priced restaurant like a fast food place, diner, or greasy spoon at that time period. I know I could order lunch for ≤$10 from 2011-2013. Dinner might cost more. I live in the Chicago suburbs, so while not quite as pricey as The Loop or the North Shore suburbs, our local prices tend to be a bit above the national average.
 
School lunches in the US are a surprisingly complicated topic. This is because primary education is independently funded at the state and municipality level based mostly on property taxes (which ties school quality fairly closely to area wealth), and each school district is allowed to make its own policies.

So, you have variations where the state of California passes laws stating that no student will go hungry, while school districts in other parts may take disciplinary or legal action against families unable to pay into the school meal program. On average, the net result is that school lunch prices tend to be heavily subsidized, but the quality of the food reflects mass cafeteria preparation of bulk/government surplus ingredients.

It would certainly not be out of the question for a restricted attendance school with a largely wealthier population to have atypical dining. $20 is fairly expensive in US $, but I have no idea how badly inflation has hit the Worm-verse USA. When I was a kid, I could get lunch at a restaurant for less than $10, but I certainly couldn't today.
 
The US Dept. of Agriculture heavily subsidizes school lunches. The average production cost of a school lunch in 2011 would be somewhere between $3 and $4, over half of which would be paid for by the USDA.

(PDF source)
 
School lunches in the US are a surprisingly complicated topic. This is because primary education is independently funded at the state and municipality level based mostly on property taxes (which ties school quality fairly closely to area wealth), and each school district is allowed to make its own policies.

So, you have variations where the state of California passes laws stating that no student will go hungry, while school districts in other parts may take disciplinary or legal action against families unable to pay into the school meal program. On average, the net result is that school lunch prices tend to be heavily subsidized, but the quality of the food reflects mass cafeteria preparation of bulk/government surplus ingredients.

It would certainly not be out of the question for a restricted attendance school with a largely wealthier population to have atypical dining. $20 is fairly expensive in US $, but I have no idea how badly inflation has hit the Worm-verse USA. When I was a kid, I could get lunch at a restaurant for less than $10, but I certainly couldn't today.
I had a takeout lunch for two during COVID that consisted of a Monte Crisco sandwich, a burger, plus they came with soup and fries for both of us. It was about $19 in 2020. Now it's $25 thanks to inflation (outrageous). In 2011 I would have expected it to be around $15.
If Vicky had said the lunch was $10 I would have thought it was a bit much for 2011. $7.50 sounds more like a reasonable price for 2011. $5-7.50 for a school lunch.

EDIT:Apparently it is not just in the NW suburbs where this massive inflation in the last 10 years has happened. There was an article in today's (1/8) Daily Herald that was talking about an omelette that costs $20 that used to cost $12 under Obama in Massachusetts. Considering that prices have shot up more in the last 5 years than in the previous 30 combined, I don't think I'm acting like some old people who whine about how back in the old days things cost less.
 
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Discrepancies, 2.4
I idly twirled my combat knife, staring out at the city, rain dripping down the van's windows, thinking over some contingencies for the mission that we were about to do. After my tour of Arcadia yesterday, I met up with Lisa and we bought some more utility items. I bought a combat knife, a new can of pepper spray, while Lisa bought a handheld taser.

Because of the rainy weather, we were currently in bumper to bumper traffic, but glancing over at the van's clock, we had more than enough time to reach the bank.

"I'm still a little freaked out by them. I have no idea how future Lisa got used to them." She stated, looking towards the back of the van and grimacing. She was wearing her typical cape outfit: a black and purple bodysuit that had a stylised eye on the chest, and a domino mask that covered up most of her freckles. The black made her bright green eyes even more distinct.

"You'll have too. If it helps, just think of them as an extension of myself. They won't do anything unless I tell them to." I replied, still looking out of the window.

The team was split into two vans, with Tattletale and I in one, and Grue, Regent, Bitch and her dogs in the other. I had gathered as many insects I could that would be able to fit in the van without being inconspicuous.

She hummed non-committedly at that, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, irritated at the slow moving traffic.

"You nervous?" I asked.

"Sort of. Despite all the planning we've done, it's still a cape fight. I know we don't have much to fear with you being here, but…"

I gave her a quick glance, studying the expression on her face. The Lisa I knew always looked confident, mischievous, with that vulpine grin of hers. Rarely, though, she would this serious expression, eyes staring blankly, her face masked by a well practised neutrality. She used that whenever we were dealing with someone with incomplete information, or someone too dangerous to piss off, like the meeting Cauldron set up about the fourth endbringer that appeared after we felled Behemoth.

But this expression, coming from a more inexperienced Lisa, one that hadn't learned how to properly mask herself, was none of those; her fingers drumming over the steering wheel, eyes constantly glancing to the clock, showed me a Lisa I rarely, or never saw. It made me reflect back to the first time I did this, chatting with her about cops and robbers as I tried to hide my true plans from her.

"I wonder if the other Lisa was feeling just as nervous." I muttered. She gave me a questioning glance.

"When I did this the first time, she and I were in the same van like we are now, and we had a talk about how the cape scene works, saying it was something like a big game of cops and robbers." I said nostalgically, looking out of the van's window.

"If she was feeling anything like what I'm feeling now, I think she was trying to put out a front."

"To reassure me, I think. I was a completely new cape at the time, and was completely out of my depth, still trying to be a hero, an undercover one at that."

"And here we are, but with our roles reversed," Lisa said, with a hint of irritation in her voice, "You're the one trying to reassure me."

I leaned over to her side and flicked her on her shoulder. She jumped a bit at that, and rubbed at it while glaring at me from the corner of her eye.

"You don't have to try so hard to be her, y'know," I said quietly, giving her a small smile, "so don't get irritated at yourself for not reaching that impossible bar. Don't try to be like her, just be whatever Lisa you want to be."

She looked at me blankly, as I assumed her power worked to deconstruct and analyse my body language, my expressions. She then gave me a wicked grin and playfully punched my arm.

"You are far too good at reading me, Taylor Hebert."

I gave her a smirk in response, playfully rolling my eyes.

"We can talk about this later. Besides, we have a bank to steal from and kiddie heroes to beat up."

I gave her a nod, and closed my eyes, focusing on my swarm, making sure I was ready for when the bank entered my range. And, after a few quiet minutes, I could feel the various spiders, cockroaches and ants that were inside the walls of the bank. I wasn't able to get any information of the outside using my insects because of the rain, but we were close enough I was able to see it with my eyes. It was still the same, six stories tall and looking like a castle, covered in stone masonry. Gargoyles decorated the corners, iron bars ran vertically across every window, making the entire building look ominous in the current weather.

I touched the communication earpiece.

"This is Khepri. Tattletale and I are within range of the target. Currently looking over the area."

This was a city, of course, so there was no way to completely get rid of all insects in a building, no matter how rich the occupants or owners were. The bank itself was six stories tall. The first story was for the public, with an open area with attendants. Further towards the back was the safe itself, reinforced by six inches of steel on all sides that was completely air-tight when shut to the point of having no insects in it. The other floors had a variety of offices, bathrooms, and break rooms. There weren't a lot of civilians here, and combined with the workers and attendants, who were most likely out for lunch, meant there were only twenty people all up.

"What can you see, Khepri?" Grue asked through his earpiece.

"There are eight civilians in the foyer with four attendants, and eight workers with a single security guard spread across the other floors. Currently blocking all of the outside cameras that show the parking lot and back entrance."

"Does the security guard suspect anything?"

"No, he's currently talking to a female office worker in the breakroom. From what I can gather, most of the other workers are currently out on lunch break."

"Good. Say something if anything comes up." He said, as Lisa and I turned into the parking area that was behind the bank itself, passing the two stone horses that stood besides the front entrance, the second van not too far away from us. Tattletale put on her mask as I did the same, and she gave me a nod as we both opened the doors and got out, rain pouring down and dampening my hair. I walked over to the side and pulled open the sliding door, letting out my swarm and directing them to spread out everywhere, giving me a good idea of the area around the bank. I gathered the rest of them to stick to me, covering the parts in between my armour plates, face and hair. I looked over my range again, and spoke into my earpiece.

"Security guard is finishing his conversation with the office worker. I've stung the back of his neck with a wasp, and now both of them are heading towards a nearby first aid kit. No one else suspects anything."

"Alright. The rest of us are currently pulling into the lot, and we'll get started." Grue said, as his van pulled in, and he did a half-turn, blocking the entrance. Regent and Grue got out of the front seats, and the sliding door opened, revealing Bitch, who was holding a crowbar, with Brutus, Judas, and Angellica.

Regent was wearing his typical outfit, his androgynous mask that only revealed his eyes and mouth, and his loose white shirt that hid a mesh vest behind it. He twirled his sceptre, but held up his palm to the sky, and quickly moved to the side of the bank, which had enough covering to stop the rain from hitting him.

Brian had put on his motorbike helmet, unaffected by the current weather, completely dressed from head to toe in black, his darkness curling around him, much like what I do with my swarm.

Bitch was wearing the same jacket she wore a couple of days ago when I visited her, the dark maroon coloured one with a fur collar that was also starting to dampen from the rain, her cheap, plastic bulldog mask not doing much to prevent her face getting wet.
Her dogs were only slightly bigger, only showing the brief change that her power gave them, with all three of them only showing a small amount of bone and raw flesh.

We gathered close to the back door, as Tattletale began inputting the code to open it without triggering the alarm, talking about the how and why of it, and as soon as she did, I instantly covered all of the cameras with insects, fully blocking them.

"Khepri, update?" Grue asked, his darkness muffling his voice.

"I've stung a couple more people, and they're making their way to the third floor breakroom, where the first aid kit is. They're complaining of a potential wasp nest. All clear from here to the foyer."

He nodded, and we formed a line, with Bitch and him at the front, Regent and Tattletale in the middle, and myself at the back. We walked through the empty office hallways, confident that we haven't even been seen yet, as any of the workers that were here were in the upstairs breakroom, nursing the wasp stings that I gave them, completely unaware.

Just before we reached the foyer, I covered all of the emergency buttons with insects, surprising the various attendants, who looked on in fear as we made our entrance. I flooded the ceiling and walls of the foyer with my swarm, gathering any spare insects I could. The foyer itself was well decorated compared to the offices, with a marble floor that was clean enough to have reflections, various seats that were placed against the walls, which had various ads for banks loans and insurance.

The customers that were there all stood in fear as we entered, excluding one Amy Dallon, who just glared at us. She was standing in front of one of the counters, the same hoodie she wore yesterday damp from the rain. Grue moved over the entrance, staring at them as he walked past, and used his power on the front entrance, blocking it. Bitch followed him, glaring at any civilian who attempted to make eye contact with her, and stood in the corner, her dogs obediently sitting near her.

I stood next to Regent, as Tattletale entered the code for the employee area, and formed a swarm on each floor near any of the employees, scaring some of them who were oblivious to the situation.

"Do not worry, we are not here to take you hostage. I will lead all of you towards the back entrance, and once you exit the building you will be free. We will not harm you." I spoke, making my swarm voice sound more calm and reassuring than threatening.

The customers in the foyer looked at each other in confusion, but all of them raised their hands and started walking towards the back entrance, just as Tattletale opened the door and held the door open for the attendants that were there, letting us in when the last of them left.
As the customers passed us, following the arrows that I made on the walls, Amy had her hood up and was trying to blend in with the others as much as she could. The employees on the upper floors were doing the same, but the guard tried to discreetly enter the security office, so I gave him another sting with the wasp I planted on him, which made him finally realise what situation he was in, so he power walked to catch up with the others.

Tattletale started to work on the computers, getting any information related to the safe that was towards the back of the room, being assisted by Regent. Grue was still standing at the entrance, back facing us while he used his power to cover the entrance while not covering himself so he could still speak, and Bitch slowly used her power on her dogs. After a few minutes, Tattletale had her eureka moment, and laughed as she walked towards the back of the room, towards the massive safe that took up almost a quarter of the entire floor, as Regent and I followed.

"I knew it was a good idea to not take them hostage." I said, moving to help Tattletale and Regent with the giant steel wheel of the safe.

"And why is that, o' sentient plague of a teammate?" Regent asked, leaning against the door as Tattletale started inputting the code to open it.

"One of those civilians was Amy Dallon." I mentioned, talking into my earpiece.

Grue swore under his breath.

"Alright, fuck, keep an eye out for Glory Girl whenever she gets here. We can handle the Wards, but we can't handle her on top of the Wards." He said, his darkness amplifying his irritation.

Tattletale finished with the code, and gave the both of us a thumbs up, and then began to spin it, from left to right and back again, until something heavy shifted from behind it, and the door shifted slightly. I gave a signal to Bitch, who issued a command to Angelica and Judas, and walked over to us with Brutus, still touching his neck, slowly giving him more and more of her power. With the four of us, we hauled open the metal door, and then Tattletale walked over to one of the computers, sitting down on the nearby chair and spinning it as she rapidly started typing on it.

As we entered the safe, Regent and I began filling bags with any of the nearby cash while Bitch started securing Brutus with harnesses and belts for them. With a grunt, satisfied at her work, Bitch started helping us, using her crowbar to open more of the drawers. We had three large bags for the money, and a single bag for important papers, mortgages, insurance forms, deeds and the like.

While we were doing this, I looked over at the civilians, who were now walking away from the bank, not caring about the rain. Most of them were calling or talking on their phones, but Amy stayed behind, crouching down with her back against the nearby wall, desperately typing something on her phone.

"Khepri, update on the surrounding area?" Grue asked through his earpiece.

"The civilians are all walking away, the street has started being emptied out, so the PRT has been contacted, but there's something odd…"

"Which is?"

"Amy Dallon looks upset, and is still hanging around the back entrance. She's trying to call her sister I'm assuming, but it seems as if she isn't picking up."

Tattletale quickly looked over her shoulder, staring at me from where she was sitting, her power trying to fill in the gaps.

"Ok, that's good for us. Means we probably won't have to deal with her. You finished with the cash?" Grue yelled out from near the entrance, his darkness blocking the entrance to the bank.

"Almost done here. Get ready to leave." I responded, gathering the last bits of cash and handing the bag to Rachel, who secured it Brutus. The rottweiler had grown, now the size of a horse, with spikes of bone and patches of flesh growing semi-randomly across his body. I walked closer to him, his bloodshot eye staring at me, and gave the side of his neck a few pats. Bitch, who finished giving the bags one last check-up, walked over to me, and gave him a pat in the same place.

"He's a good boy, isn't he." I said, looking at his master, who gave me a grin with too many teeth in it.

"The fucking best. Now let's get the fuck out." She responded, giving a whistle to Brutus, who started moving out of the safe and back to the foyer with Bitch. I followed, and Regent walked alongside me, stretching his arms.

"Ohhh, I'm going to be so sore tomorrow." He said, in a high-pitched voice, while tilting his head at me, waggling his eyebrows from behind his mask.

"If you speak to me like that again, I am going to beat you over the head with your own sceptre." I responded, not even using my actual voice for it.

He cackled at that, and jaunted off to join the others. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to Tattletale, who was still typing away at the computer, the main screen having all sorts of different programs and tabs open, while the other had the security cameras on, only showing the outside ones that I unblocked.

"Are you almost done here?" I whispered, leaning down to her ear. She grunted, still furiously typing on the keyboard, the main screen filled with things I couldn't understand. After a moment, she slammed the last key, stood up, grinning as she winked at me.

"All done here. Now let's leave before the white hats get here." She said, saunting off to join the others in the foyer as I followed her. The others were already preparing to leave, as Bitch hoisted herself up on top of Brutus, and Brian was helping Regent get on top of Angelica.

"You two done here?" Grue asked, still maintaining the cloud of darkness that covered the entrance.

"Yeah,Tattletale and I are done, now we just need to stick to what we plann-" I said, cutting myself off as I realised that Amy stopped looking at her phone, and was instead looking up, and was saying something that I couldn't hear over the pouring rain.

"Shit. Amy is talking to someone above her, and I can't see anything since it's raining. It's either Kid Win on his hoverboard or Aegis."

Regent shrugged his shoulders, dismounted Angelica and activated the taser in his sceptre, as Bitch did the same with Brutus, bared her teeth in a snarl as she looked around. Grue looked at the front entrance, and then back to me.

"I can see the rest of them outside. Khep, can you give us any more information?"

I nodded, and looked over my range. Aegis finally landed on the ground, still talking to Panacea, donned in his red and silver coloured armour and helmet, and a shield emblem printed on his back. I discreetly landed a fly on Aegis' back, attempting to try and listen into their conversation.

"------cea, —----that you're —-- hurt. —----- about the situation?"

"-----. —-----'cause mum—--------, and —------ Undersiders —-----, —--------bug —--------- leave."

"-----, —----------- hostages? —-----Khepri's —-----?"

"----, —----------. —------,- —---- calling —------- she —- picking up —------."

Aegis responded to this by tapping the side of his helmet with his hand.

"Panacea is talking to Aegis about us. He knows that I'm here now, and Glory Girl isn't coming." I said to my team, and searched around my range for anything else

In front of the bank were the rest of the Wards. Directly in front of us, and slightly to the left stood Browbeat, his spandex outfit looking completely out of place in the gloom of the pouring rain, his fists raised in a fighting stance. To his right was Gallant, the fake tinker who wore a set of power armour, themed to be a modern day knight, to fool the public into thinking he was one.

Clockblocker stood directly behind the two, wearing his pure white bodysuit, with interlocking body plates that were adorned with animated clocks. Kid Win was hovering a couple of feet off the ground, directly to our left near Browbeat. He was wearing his red and gold body armour and visor, feet firmly locked into his hoverboard, aiming his twin tinkertech pistols at the entrance of the bank. However, there was someone missing that I was unable to find.

"Browbeat, Gallant, Clockblocker and Kid Win are outside, but I can't find Vista anywhere."

"Fucking dammit." Grue swore, glancing outside of the entrance, "Kepri, keep looking around for her. Tattletale, any suggestions?"

"Outside of Khepri and Regent, we don't have much of a way to threaten someone at range. Even then, it's iffy. Khep needs her insects and Regent needs line of sight." She muttered, before her eyes widened and she sprinted back to the computer she was using, and tapped the keyboard a couple of times.

"She's on top of the four story tall office building, to our left. Aegis must've dropped her there."

I immediately formed a swarm inside the adjacent building, and willed them to gather at the top floor near any air vents that led to the roof. I discreetly moved a single fly to go through, allowing me to see Vista, her back turned to where my fly was, wearing her green and white costume, with added skirt and body armour covering her chest and limbs. She was saying something into her helmet.

It was almost nostalgic, being here. For the first time in a long time, this was an uncomplicated fight between two groups of capes, a silly game of cops and robbers. It wasn't about the fate of the world, and lives weren't on the line.

"Found her, exactly where Tattletale said she was. She's setting up the street to favour her team."

"Because it's raining, which means you have less control over your swarm, and she's too far away for Regent to mess with." The thinker said, rejoining us at the front.
"I think we need to gun it. Bitch, can you distract Browbeat, and Aegis when he joi-" Grue said, glancing between our teammates and outside.

"Grue, wait a moment." I interjected.

"It's gotta be quick, Khepri, we can't stay here for too long, not with Vista setting this up." He said, looking at me from behind his helmet.

"I've been gathering every insect in my range since we got here. I have a plan, if you can let me take over." I said walking closer to the entrance, and stood next to him. He glanced at Tattletale, who gave him a quick nod, and looked back at me, and gave me the go ahead.

"Right, so here is how we're going to do it: I'm going to cover all of you in my swarm-"

"Wait, you were actually serious about what you said?" Regent said, looking like he didn't want a repeat of last time.

"If she says it's needed, it's probably a good idea to let her," Tattletale added, "Besides, we do need to get used to it, since she is our teammate."

He shrugged his shoulders, and half smiled, half grimaced from behind his mask at me. Grue gave me a quick pat on my shoulder, and nodded at me, as did Bitch and Tattletale.

"On my count, we'll all burst out of here. I'll flood the street as much as I can. Bitch, target Browbeat and Gallant, but switch to Aegis when he joins. I'll handle Vista and Clock-"

"How are you going to do that?" Grue asked.

"Sting and bite him enough that he has to freeze himself. Distract Vista, got enough bugs hiding near her to do it." I replied, "Regent, back up Grue and Bitch. Try focusing on Browbeat and Gallant if they aren't fighting the dogs."

He tilted his head, giving me the impression he was grinning from behind his mask, and gave me a mock salute.

"Grue, go on the offensive. Disorientate, distract, do whatever you can. Tattletale, stay here and get as much intel as you can. I'll make a signal in case you get targeted."

"Sounds like a plan, then." Our leader nodded, happy at my assessment, "Get into positions. We'll start on Khepri's mark."

I gathered all of the insects in the building to cover my teammates, and we got into our positions. Bitch stood in front of us with her dogs, Regent to my left, and Grue to my right. Tattletale hurried over the side with her back to the wall, head turned to see outside. With a pull of my power, I moved the rest of the insects hiding in the surrounding area to be in position to flood the street, making them hide in dumpsters, in the sewers underneath us, in unused cars that were parked on the street. I raised my hand, putting up three fingers.

"Three."

Grue changed into a running stance, rolling his shoulders in preparation. Regent flicked his sceptre, turning the taser on, and bounced from one foot to the other. Bitch sneered, and barked something at her dogs that made them start growling, revealing the massive sets of teeth they all had, and their heads lowered closer to the ground, patches of fur that were close to their tails standing tall. I grabbed the police baton that was hanging from my belt, and flicked it to extend it.

"Two."

The Wards started to look more and more nervous, talking into their communicators, while glancing at each other and the entrance of the bank. Aegis was still with Panacea, most likely thinking that we might leave by the back entrance, or take her as hostage potentially. The Wards looked even more nervous as I amplified the chittering and buzzing of my insects, loud enough that it was audible in the pouring rain.

"One."

With that, I flooded the street as much as I could despite the rain, forced to rely on the land based insects instead of the flying ones, making my swarm seem like an actual flood. I covered most of the street in front of the bank in a layer of insects, only a couple of inches tall.

A moment later, we all burst from the darkness, as I amplified the screeching and chittering of my swarm.

"Judas, Angelica, Hurt! Brutus, Guard!" Bitch howled over the pouring rain, pointing at Browbeat and Gallant.

Judas sprinted towards his target, jaws snapping wildly at Browbeat, who had enough presence of mind to dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding the canine. He then counterattacked with a forceful punch to Judas' side, but only hit his shoulder, which did little to deter him.

Angelica did the same with Gallant, but his suit was too heavy, too clunky to avoid anything. She simply picked him up with her jaws, and threw him across the street into a nearby cafe. With a howl, she ran towards it to continue her assault.

"Gallant!" Clocked yelled out, starting to run towards the two in hopes of being able to save him from Angelica, and I swarmed him with insects, but the rain made it difficult to fully cover him. Just before he could reach the café, he tripped over, allowing me to tear, bite and sting at him until he said something into his communicator and froze himself.

"You're welcome for that, Kheps!" Regent shouted over to me. I was about to say something back when something flew into the nearby cafe, and a second later Angelica was thrown out and landed on her side, limbs flailing. Grue covered me in his darkness, just as I dodge out of the way of one of Gallant's blasts.

"Bitch, Aegis is here, over near the café!" Tattletale yelled out from the bank's foyer.

"On it!" She yelled back, and turned to face Aegis, who had emerged with Gallant, his armour covered in scratches and bite marks, "Brutus, Judas, Angelica! Hurt!"

Aegis and Gallant were standing in front of the now ruined café, and the three dogs, now all the size of a small car, their bodies mostly covered in bone, scales and bleeding muscle had started circling the two; Angellica to the left, Judas to the right and Brutus in the middle with his master. The two heroes stepped back a couple of steps, Aegis putting himself in front of Gallant, who was holding two spheres of energy in his hands, elbows bent in preparation to throw them.

Bitch then pointed at them, yelling out another command, and her dogs started their attack, Angellica targeting Gallant and the other two targeting Aegis. Gallant flung one of his orbs at Bitch, who dodged by rolling on the ground, only to be hit by the second. She stayed half kneeling, and I could feel her fists clenching from my swarm. Her dogs, without the aid of their master to give them commands, had started wildly attacking the two heroes. Judas had flung himself at them, only to be caught by Aegis and thrown to the side. Gallant had still positioned himself defensively, and looked like he was preparing to hit Bitch again.

But he hadn't used his power on the dogs, though.

"Bitch! Use your dogs as a shield! His emotion blasts only affect humans!"

She wildly shook her head, her auburn hair drenched from the rain, and stood back up, ordering the nearest dog to guard her. I was confident she would be able to handle the two heroes, so I turned my attention elsewhere.

"Grue, go help Regent. Bitch can handle Gallant and Aegis for the time being." I said, still in the quiet of his darkness, the chaos of the fight still happening around me, like the stillness of being in the eye of a storm.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then the darkness dissipated as Grue had started running over to Regent, who was doing a good job with facing Browbeat and Kid Win by himself, with assistance from Tattletale and I; using his power so Kid couldn't use his two pistols effectively, always making his arms jerk away just before he tried to fire. Regent had managed to ward off Browbeat with his sceptre, and from the looks of it he'd already managed to hit him a couple of times.

Regent was now bent over, hand leaning on his knee while the other hung limply, still holding onto his sceptre, panting heavily from exertion. Browbeat stepped forwards to grab him, arms raised forwards, but Grue had got there just in time to cover them both in his darkness, yanking Regent away. From what I could sense from my swarm, Grue had started boxing him, easily avoiding the flailing from Browbeat.

I looked upwards and saw that Kid Win on his hoverboard had aimed his two pistols at me. I prepared myself to dodge, but the two sparks had travelled far faster than I anticipated, hitting me squarely on the chest, scorching my chitin breastplate. I covered myself in my swarm to protect me from further fire, and retreated back into the bank's foyer. I leaned against the wall next to the entrance, but on the opposite side to Tattletale, and reattached my baton to my belt. I pressed down on my chest, and felt a faint warmth from where I was hit.

"Having fun out there?" She asked.

"Vista's manipulating the space above my swarm. I'm going to try and deal with her. Tell the others to fight defensively."

"God, you can at least try and banter with me, Khep. I'm standing here and giving advice to our teammates, and I can't even gloat to one of the heroes!"

I stared at her.

"You're an idiot."

She laughed at that, and repeated what I said into her earpiece as I focused on Vista, who was still in the same place before the fight started. The youngest Ward was looking over the battlefield with one hand on her ear, saying something to her teammates, her blonde hair damp from the rain and her skirt fluttering in the wind. She was crouching, with one hand holding the edge, far too close to the edge for my liking. I wanted to distract her from using her power on the street below her, not force her to fall off.

My swarm emerged from the air duct, hissing and chittering, as I tried to form it into a clone, but the rain made it appear semi-liquid rather than solid. She turned around at the noise behind her, and yelped out in surprise.

"It's Khepri! They know I'm here!" She yelled out, her hand pressing the side of her helmet as she stood up. She gave my swarm a scowl, and made a single step backwards as my swarm approached.

"Listen, please. I know we're fighting each other, but I need you to step forward a bit." I asked as softly as I could, while still audible in the rain.

"Fuck you! You're a fucking villain!" She screamed back at me, using her power to force my swarm back. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from yelling at her, as I checked over her teammates. Aegis and Gallant were still busy fighting with Bitch and her dogs, as Browbeat and Kid Win were with Grue and Regent. Clockblocker was still frozen, covered in my insects.

"Yes, I know I'm a villain, but I really need you to step forward, because you're very, very close to falling off the edge." I repeated again, still trying to convey some softness in my swarm.

"But, why would you care? Wouldn't you want me to fall off?" Vista yelled back at me.

"Because if you fell off now, there's a likely chance you can die from this height, and maybe I don't want you to fucking die?" I hissed in irritation.

"Wha-" She replied, with genuine confusion in her voice, moving ever so slightly to face my clone, but causing her to slip on the wet concrete.

Shit.

"Tattletale, tell the others keep them distracted!" I yelled out to her, as I started running out of the bank and onto the street. I could see her nod at that through the single fly I had on her hand, and she started talking into her earpiece.

Vista realised what was about to happen, and tried waving her arms to regain her balance. She even tried doing something with her power, but that wasn't quick enough to save her as she lost her balance and fell, her back facing the ground. As quick as I could, I covered her back in some of the nearby insects, hoping it would be enough to slow her descent or break her fall. I raced over to the nearby alley, ignoring the chaos around me, and raised out my arms, trying to catch her.

The bugs I had on her did slow her down, if only slightly. As she fell into my arms, I felt my left forearm snap, which caused me to drop her to the ground, and I heard several of her bones crunch from the impact.

"Fucking goddammit." I hissed, clutching my arm. She must've fallen at a slight enough angle that the force went to my left arm first.

I started searching around the alley, hoping to find something to tie to my forearm as I formed a swarm near Amy, who was still anxiously tapping at her phone.

"Panacea. I need your help. Please."

She yelled in surprise at my swarm, dropping her phone. Her head turned to face me, her eyes glaring at me as she bent down and picked it up.

"What? Are you going to take me hostage or something?" She accused me.

"Listen. Vista fell off the office building next to here. I managed to break most of her fall, but part of her spine broke. I can direc-"

She snorted at that, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. This was definitely not your fault, and this is definitely not a trap or anything."

"Yes, it was a mistake on my part. I didn't want her to fucking fall off, and if she doesn't get help now she might actually die, so fucking get over here." I hissed.

She looked a little sheepish at that, frowning and looking away as she rubbed the back of her head.

"Uh, you really are telling the truth, then? That this isn't a trap?" She asked, looking back at my swarm.

"Yes, this isn't a trap. She's just in the alley right next to you, and I'll make sure the fighting doesn't come anywhere near her or you." I said, forming it into an arrow. Panacea still looked unsure, but sighed and gestured to my arrow.

"Alright, lead the way then." She said, following the arrows that I made out of the bank's parking and onto the street, letting her avoid the fighting that was going on, and into the alleyway Vista and I were in.

While that was happening, I was rummaging around the nearby trash, using my insects to find anything useful. I managed to find a thin piece of wood, and used the larger species of ants to chew through it, splitting it into two. I leaned against the office building's wall, and held the two pieces to my broken forearm, and used the spiders I had on me to stick it to together, allowing me to start creating a makeshift sling out of silk, just as Panacea entered the alleyway.

"Oh, you really weren't kidding, huh." She remarked, as she walked over to where Vista was lying on the ground and crouched down. Panacea then took off the unconscious girl's glove, and touched her hand.

"How is she?"

"She's broken her spine in several places, but she doesn't have enough fat on her for me to heal it."

I willed some insects to cover the healer's hand, causing her to hiss and flail her hand around.

"Use some of my insects. Turn them into biomass and use it to heal her." I said, talking through the insects covering my body.

Panacea stopped flailing her hand, and stared at me for a second. She then shrugged, absorbed the insects into her hand, and I felt them die and disappear from my control. I started weaving some threads that hung from my neck to my forearm, spiders robotically working together to make it.

"What happened to you?" Panacea asked, glancing from looking down at Vista, "And why aren't you, y'know, attacking or threatening me?"

"Broke my arm breaking Vista's fall. I'm not doing anything because I'm already injured, she's unconscious, and you're a non-combatant."

She still looked uncomfortable, but stayed silent as she concentrated on healing Vista. I looked up at the building in front of me, the roof of the bank and office building protecting us from most of the pouring rain.

"It's always a bad idea to fight somewhere you can't easily escape."

"...Why are you telling me that? Also, what?" Panacea asked, looking confused.

"I wasn't. I'm talking to those who are going to be rewatching this later."

"What are you talking about?"

"Wards and Protectorate members have cameras incorporated into their costumes, most of the time. For planning and training purposes. Easier to figure out someone's power from a recording, or to see how a situation went wrong. So, Aegis, if you're listening in, that was a fucking stupid decision putting a teammate in a situation like that. And for the Protectorate members…."

I thought back to my own experience as a Ward, and my understanding of the local heroes.

"Armsmaster or Miss Militia, I'm assuming. Don't be too hard on Vista for this. It's not her fault she was put on that rooftop, and it wasn't her fault that a villain had to save her."

Panacea looked extremely uncomfortable at what I said and was about to say something in response, but Vista murmured something and tried sitting up.

"Wha-What happened?"

"You fell off a building and broke most of your spine. Stay still, I'm still healing it." Panacea grunted in response.

"Wait, Panacea? What are you doing here? Is the fight over already?"

"I was here because mum wanted me to do something at the bank for her when the Undersiders started robbing it. Vicky didn't pick up her phone, so that's why I'm here." The healer replied, mumbling the last part.

"Ah, well, thanks for saving me, then." Vista mumbled back, which Panacea snorted at.

"You should probably thank him for it, he's the one who saved you from dying and told me about it."

Vista shot up to a sitting position, and glanced over to where I was, still leaning against the wall. I gave her a wave with my right hand, causing her to recoil further.

"Before you ask, no, I didn't intend for you to fall off. And I'm not going to attack you or Panacea, since she's a non-combatant and you're injured."

"You-you saved me," Vista breathed out, "W-Why? Why did you bother saving me?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Because it was the right thing to do. That's all."

I stood up from my leaning position, my silk sling complete, and moved so I was in the middle of the alleyway.

Vista looked like she wanted to say something, still sitting upright next to Panacea, just as the rest of her team wandered into the alley. Aegis looked like he went through hell and back, his red and silver armour covered in gashes and bite marks, completely unconcerned about his wounds. Browbeat had a minor amount of the same wounds, his awful spandex suit half-ripped, but his limbs were shaking and jittering. The brute's arm was being carried by Gallant, who had also suffered the same fate as Aegis, but without any physical wounds that I could see, his tinkertech power armour taking the brunt of Bitch's dogs. Kid Win looked the least unharmed, but was missing one of his pistols and hoverboard. Clockblocker was still frozen, in the same place where he fell over.

The rain was still pouring down as Aegis turned to me, and I turned myself back into an expressionless statue again.

"Your new 'teammates' decided to ditch you and run with the money." He said, completely unflinchingly, "So, we need to decide what to do about you."
 
Wait what about Kid Win's alternator cannon?
Were CB and Aegis costume swapped?

Did...Did they actually just fucking abandon Taylor or are they pulling a sneaky rn?
 
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