Brockton Bay would not be Brockton Bay without a pint of madness.
Assault was savoring the last half hour of his shift, basking in what could only be described as delightful weather. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets, and he found himself surrounded by a group of very enthusiastic tourists. They were eager to hear stories of heroics and bravery, and he happily obliged, signing autograph cards with a flourish. The hero was clad in his trademark red costume, complete with a face visor that concealed his identity, but today, he was also clean-shaven—a rare treat. His wife's gentle nagging had finally convinced him to tidy up, but it was worth it; she had promised him an evening at the steakhouse, and he could already feel his mouth watering at the thought of a perfectly cooked, tender piece of red meat.
As he posed for a photo with a young boy perched on his shoulders, the child's laughter ringing in his ears, an emergency call suddenly blared through his helmet, cutting through the joyful atmosphere like a knife. Of course, it would happen now, just as he was about to call it a day and enjoy a well-deserved meal. He sighed deeply, the weight of duty settling on his shoulders, and gently set the child down, ruffling his hair affectionately as he did so. The boy beamed up at him, eyes wide with admiration, completely unaware of the urgency that had just interrupted their moment.
"Duty calls," Assault thought to himself, a familiar phrase echoing in his mind as he prepared to transition from hero to savior once more. He knew that in Brockton Bay, madness was never far away, and he was always ready to face it head-on, even if it meant sacrificing a delicious steak dinner.
"Duty calls. I am afraid I have to go earn my keep as a hero!"
"OH! Are you going to fight?!" the kid asked with enthusiasm.
"I really hope that won't be necessary! But if it comes to that, I'll handle it quickly because I was looking forward to some ice cream, you know?" The man replied before departing with a warm smile and a wave of his hand.
Once Assault was out of earshot, he leaned against a nearby wall and turned on his microphone.
"So what is it?" he asked the console.
"Reports indicate a robbery in the Shopping District Downtown. The PRT is currently on site, securing the perimeter. Assault, you are the nearest hero. Proceed to the location and await further directives," Battery communicated through the device.
"Who is it?" the red-clad hero asked while he checked the map on his protectorate smartphone.
A video game store? Seriously? It could not be those two idiots, right? They were rather harmless, but the aftermath was always a pain.
"A new face, apparently. Currently, we lack substantial information. I've notified the director; she will be joining the communications shortly."
"Why? Just why? Damnit."
"Just get moving."
Always the dutiful hero, are we? Very well. Let's get this done.
The unmistakable wail of sirens from the PRT vans echoed in the distance, a sound he had grown all too familiar with. He didn't even need to rely on the GPS; the urgency of the moment propelled him forward. In less than five minutes, he found himself at the scene, having arrived without tapping into his powers.
As he approached, he noticed that a crowd had already gathered, some bystanders eagerly recording the unfolding drama on their phones. From the safety of their apartments above the bustling shopping street, residents peered out, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. It was clear that trying to prevent this incident from escalating was futile; the wheels of chaos were already in motion.
To his surprise, the throng of people parted for him, creating a path without him needing to ask. It was a small comfort in the midst of the chaos, a reminder that even in the most tumultuous times, there were those who respected the heroes who stood to protect them.
As he made his way through the crowd, he was met with shouts of encouragement from onlookers. Their support, however fleeting, bolstered his spirits.
"Thanks, everyone! I'll do my best not to make a complete fool of myself, especially since this is bound to be all over social media before the night is through, right?" he quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. It was a coping mechanism, a way to mask the tension that bubbled beneath the surface as he prepared to confront whatever awaited him inside.
Assault navigated through the security cordon, making his way toward the PRT agents who were already on the scene. As he approached, one of the officers stepped forward to greet him. The officer was clad in a complete riot suit, though he had opted to forgo the helmet, allowing his face to be visible. The tension in the air was palpable, and the officer's expression reflected the seriousness of the situation they were about to confront.
"The individual in the cape has been inside for approximately ten minutes. We have a partial view of her within the premises, and at one point, she even acknowledged us with a wave through the window," the agent reported, his expression serious.
"So it appears to be just one girl. I haven't heard of any serious incidents."
"The situation appears stable; there have been no injuries or signs of violence. As far as we can ascertain, she is the only one inside. We're still trying to understand her motives," the officer stated, gesturing for the hero to follow him. "This individual is an employee of the store."
The young man sat on a weathered bench, engrossed in the glowing screen of his phone, oblivious to the world around him. His slightly overweight frame was clad in a casual shirt emblazoned with the Pixel World logo. As the two lawkeepers approached, their authoritative presence broke through his concentration. Startled, he rose from his seat, hastily tucking his device into the back pocket of his jeans. A wave of anxiety washed over him, prompting him to scratch the back of his head in a nervous gesture, his mind racing with thoughts of what might unfold next.
"Hey there! So what happened inside?" "Assault asked the poor guy.
"The cape walked in and told us to clear out. We did," the guy said, shrugging. "Honestly, I just didn't want to deal with this nonsense."
"Understandable, no sweat. Anything you can tell us about her?"
"Oh, yeah. Anything she came into contact with vanished. I didn't want to vanish, so I left as quickly as I could," the shopkeeper replied, rubbing his forehead. "Her way of speaking was unusual... quite... expressive, I suppose? She appeared to be quite young as well."
"Okay, that's very good," the hero told him as he scratched his cheek. "Is there another exit in the shop?
"Yes, the storage room; it also leads to the back street."
"Thank you. We'll try to take care of this without too much damage."
Assault offered a polite farewell to the employee, who seemed relieved to be out of the tense situation. He then took a moment to gather his thoughts before positioning himself firmly in front of the shop. Through the large glass windows, he could see the girl inside the building, her movements fluid and carefree. She was busily rearranging boxes and flowerpots, her focus seemingly unwavering as she worked. The sight was both perplexing and intriguing; it was as if she was in her own world, completely unconcerned with the chaos outside. The contrast between her nonchalance and the urgency of the situation heightened his sense of determination.
"You got all that, console?" Ethan asked his colleagues.
"Affirmative. We are trying to get visuals, but it would seem the security system is rather old and not connected. We won't get more in the short term," Battery stated.
"So... should I try to talk to her?"
"Affirmative, Assault," Director Piggot answered. The woman had joined the conversation some time earlier. "Her actions seem rather tame, and she does not seem overly hostile. The whole thing is rather perplexing, so be on your toes. We'll position some agents at the back exit. Dauntless and Miss Militia are en route. Clockblocker and Kid Win will also join as potential backup. I will add them in the coms channel."
"I'm already almost there with Kid! We can help..." the older boy immediately proposed.
"Negative. The Wards must remain outside with the PRT agents as we collect further intelligence."
"Oww, come on. This looks right up our alley. I mean... she's just robbing a video game store for god's sake!"
"Be quiet, Clockblocker, or I will mute you."
"Tch. Fine."
Assault glanced at his phone, realizing his shift had technically ended. Frustration bubbled within him, yet he steeled himself for the impending confrontation. He adjusted his visor's camera, pinching the bridge of his nose as he inhaled deeply, preparing to step into Pixel World.
The store sprawled before him, roughly the size of half a basketball court, illuminated brightly. It bore all the hallmarks of a typical video game store, yet the shelves stood eerily bare, stripped of their contents. Only a few boxes and flowerpots remained, remnants of what once was.
The new cape caught his attention. She donned an intricate costume infused with a steampunk aesthetic, a blend of brown and white adorned with gears and belts. Her leather high boots complemented a pair of white pants, while a hat, echoing the theme of her attire, concealed her light brown hair.
The outfit exuded quality, meticulously crafted with a clear purpose in mind. It was far from a haphazard assembly of random pieces; it was a statement, a deliberate choice reflecting her character and intent.
"Ah, splendid! Right on schedule! Greetings, my esteemed assistant!" the girl proclaimed, placing her hand gracefully beneath her waist with a cheerful smile. Her voice radiated warmth and exuberance.
Her intense gaze locked onto his, framed by a large domino mask adorned with intricate spiderweb patterns that obscured her features from brow to nose, reminiscent of a Venetian mask.
"Hello there! Howdy?"
"Oh! I am feeling marvelous and having a very productive day; hard work being rewarded is wonderful, won't you say?"
"Robbing a shop isn't something I would consider wonderful, you know? Are you sure you want to do this? You sound kind of nice."
"I am a villain!" she humphed. "The very worst kind!"
"... Really?"
"Ah! It seems I nearly overlooked something," the girl remarked, striking her palm with a fist. "Let it never be said that I lack hospitality. Ahem!"
With a swift flick of her wrist, the thief conjured delicate teacups, each paired with a matching saucer, and placed them meticulously on either side of a nearby table. From the ether, she summoned a teapot, its contents steaming as it hovered momentarily before settling down. She poured the fragrant liquid into the cups, and with a flourish, a plate of cookies appeared beside them. The hero observed her movements, noting the precision and familiarity that spoke of countless rehearsals.
The girl took a moment to collect herself, then seated herself at the table with an air of elegance.
"Do make yourself comfortable, esteemed assistant." The girl motioned for him to occupy the chair across from her. "Let us engage in a delightful discourse as refined individuals before we delve into the more macabre tasks at hand. Wouldn't you concur?"
Assault paused, his fingers brushing against his cheek as he contemplated the peculiar situation unfolding before him. With a slight shake of his head, he resigned himself to the inevitable and lowered himself into the chair opposite her. His gaze fell upon the array of baked goods that adorned the table, their golden crusts and enticing aromas beckoning him to indulge, even amidst the tension that hung in the air.
"You know, most of the time, I am the one getting this kind of reaction from other people. I am feeling rather lost there. There's no poison inside, I hope?" the red hero asked with his arms crossed.
"Do not be concerned, for the performance has not yet commenced. I would never stoop to such a scheme," the girl proclaimed with a playful smile. "However, I would not fault you should you choose to decline." She gave a light shrug. "Fear must seep into your very soul. I am the greatest villain, after all."
"I am terrified by your sheer audacity."
"Regrettably, it is quite understandable; contemporary society tends to lack vibrancy," she remarked, tapping her index finger thoughtfully against her lips. After a brief pause, she nonchalantly reached for a cookie. "I can assure you, this is far from the usual industrial fare," the girl noted before savoring a bite of the pastry. "Exquisite, as one would anticipate from me."
The young woman, with her rich brown hair cascading over her shoulders, savored a lengthy sip of her steaming tea before gently placing the delicate cup back onto its matching saucer. Her steel grey eyes, shimmering with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, fixed themselves upon him, conveying an unmistakable sense of expectation, and Ethan couldn't help but notice a hint of purple within her pupils.
The pastries, arranged artfully on the table, appeared irresistibly inviting to him, despite their slightly thinner profile than he typically preferred. He had missed out on his ice cream earlier, and the thought of indulging in the sweet treats was tempting. Yet, he recognized that accepting her unspoken invitation would be a reckless decision, even for someone as daring as he.
"Assault. Decline," the director ordered him through the coms. "For all we know, we could be looking at a future Bonsesaw or worse. Do we have more intel on this cape?"
"Recent investigations revealed that she initiated a thread on PHO approximately a month ago. The content is sparse, consisting mainly of a few images showcasing her costume and some fashion-related remarks. Unfortunately, there is no identifiable name associated with her. She mentioned an impending debut, yet no specific date was provided. This appears to be it," Battery stated with a serious tone. "Armsmaster attempted to gather more information, but his efforts yielded no significant findings. However, this suggests she likely triggered her powers prior to her posting, so she had time to prepare."
Almost a minute had passed, and the self-proclaimed villain had subtly shifted her demeanor. Her playful facade was undeniably persuasive, evoking a twinge of guilt within him for contemplating a refusal. Yet, he adhered to Piggot's directive, recognizing it as the prudent course of action in this precarious situation. The weight of responsibility pressed upon him, reminding him that sometimes, the right choice was not the most appealing one.
"I am sorry, little lady, but the big boss said no. You did say it was okay if I declined, no?"
The young woman folded her arms across her chest, a genuine pout forming on her lips as she let out a dismissive, "Hmph! You clearly do not understand a maiden's heart. I pity whatever soul decides to share your hearth."
"She's got a point," Battery added.
"Whose side are you on exactly?"
"Guys, she's punning and rhyming. She's a cartoon villain, I tell you! Let me in!" Clockblocker remarked.
Assault scrutinized the figure clad in the steampunk outfit before him, taking in the intricate details of her appearance. Her hairstyle was a masterpiece of complexity, artfully arranged to part in four distinct sections, each secured by elegant black ribbons. A single braid wound gracefully around the left side of her head, adding an air of sophistication to her already striking presence. Despite the tension of the moment, he sensed no hint of anxiety emanating from her; instead, she exuded an unwavering confidence, as if she were entirely assured of the outcome of whatever scheme she had meticulously devised.
Perhaps Clockblocker had a point after all. It might be wise for him to acquiesce to the madness unfolding around him.
"And you would be better? You, a mere thief? Color me surprised."
"A mere thief, you assert?" The girl tilted her head with a playful smirk. "Oh, how I feel for you... It appears you are rather bereft of cultural appreciation. Quite the disappointment, really."
"Your definition of culture is stealing other people's work?"
"A modest fee to revel in my glow! A trade most fair for this chance to show! Mhm. Mhm!" She nodded to herself, her joy aglow.
"Wow, you really think highly of yourself, huh? You're taking up quite a bit of space here. What's with the obsession with video games? Do you actually need this many?"
"The audience beyond appear to be quite captivated. It would be most unfortunate to let them down at this juncture. However, regardless of any nefarious schemes I may have concocted," the girl delicately sipped her infusion and narrowed her eyes playfully. They sparkled with delight. "You should not be so serious. After all... it is a day most auspicious."
"Shit! Guys, it's the first of April. Let me in!" The ward pointed, but he was ultimately ignored.
At that moment, the atmosphere shifted as two new heroes made their entrance into the vibrant realm of Pixel World.
The first was Dauntless, a figure reminiscent of an ancient Greek warrior, his formidable presence accentuated by the gleaming shield he bore and the spear that rested firmly in his grasp.
Following closely was Miss Militia, clad in her distinctive fatigues adorned with hues of red, white, and blue, embodying the spirit of her country of heart.
The villain, unfazed by their arrival, merely cast a cursory glance at the pair. Her demeanor remained unyielding, betraying no sign of intimidation in the face of these new adversaries.
"Girly, sorry to say, but we might have to get a little serious now. You did rob a store after all," Assault remarked, interlacing his fingers beneath his chin, his elbows resting on the table.
"To be honest, you seem like a decent young person; you would integrate well with the wards," Dauntless stated. "I am certain there is at least one who would be thrilled."
While he spoke, the armored hero cautiously advanced toward the backdoor, his movements deliberate and calculated. The robber, however, remained unfazed by his clear intention to corner her. She sipped her drink, exuding an air of calmness that seemed almost defiant in the face of the unfolding tension.
Their gazes met, and the thief held the heroine's stare with an intensity that was both challenging and playful. The girl tilted her head slightly, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes, and a wide smile crept across her lips. Assault observed Miss Militia, her posture betraying a hint of discomfort.
"Regrettably, I must respectfully decline," the girl replied with a lighthearted shrug. "No such rigid structure can contain my light. Lest I lose myself, I can only be my own playwright."
"That's too bad; I was really looking forward to tasting your cookies," Assault remarked.
"Perhaps we shall have another opportunity," the young lady remarked with a playful smile. "Ah, indeed! Would you care for a glimpse into your future before we proceed?" the antagonist inquired, a deck of tarot cards materializing in her grasp. With a flourish, she shuffled the cards and arranged three of them face down upon the table.
Assault regarded the divination with a keen sense of intrigue, his mind racing with the implications of what the cards might reveal.
The girl revealed the first one. "The Emperor. Authority, control, structure."
"That's good, no?"
She turned the second. "The Wheel of Fortune. Change, cycle, inevitable fate."
"That's more ominous."
The last one was laid bare. "The Lovers, reversed. Disharmony, one-sidedness... loss of balance!"
A glimmer from the brunette's hat momentarily blinded him, enveloping the scene in a stark white light. As the red-clad hero blinked away the brightness, he caught sight of the magician's fist hurtling toward him with alarming speed. He braced himself, confident that his power could absorb the impact; after all, even a brute shouldn't pose a significant threat. Yet, in a split second, an unfamiliar object materialized in her hand, prompting him to instinctively retreat in a surge of panic.
He arrived just moments too late, and a sticky, sweet substance unexpectedly splattered across his face, leaving him momentarily disoriented. Instinctively, his body tensed at the sharp crack of Miss Millitia's weapon firing, the sound reverberating through the air as the communications system erupted into a cacophony of voices. The ominous buzzing of Dauntless's Arclance intensified, filling the room with an electric tension that underscored the gravity of the situation.
Assault wiped his brow, trying to regain his focus amidst the chaos. In a swift motion, he overturned the table, seeking refuge behind its sturdy frame. As he glanced upward, he noticed a peculiar substance dripping from his hair. His abilities had inadvertently caused the cream to cascade down, allowing it to slip away with ease.
Could it be that she had just hurled whipped cream at him? It seemed absurd, yet undeniable.
"Hold fire!" Piggot yelled in his helmet.
Ethan cautiously peered over the makeshift barrier he had hastily constructed. The villain, a figure of nonchalance, lounged on a counter, her legs elegantly crossed. An open umbrella, its handle resting casually on her shoulder, added an air of absurdity to the scene. She regarded him with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly reveling in the chaos that surrounded them.
In that moment, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation washed over him like a wave. Yes, it could have spiraled into something truly dangerous, but therein lay the distinction between heroes and villains, didn't it? It was the ability to pause, to take stock of the unfolding events before allowing emotions to dictate actions. He inhaled deeply, feeling the tension that had gripped him dissipate as quickly as it had arrived.
With a sense of clarity emerging from the turmoil, Ethan realized he had reached a pivotal juncture. The only course of action left to him was to embrace the absurdity of it all.
He erupted into laughter, the sound echoing through the chaos, a defiant declaration against the madness that surrounded him.
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Dauntless stood at the far end of the room, his position granting him a vantage point that spared him from the blinding flash of light. His gaze was fixed on the unfolding confusion as he witnessed the cake detonate against Assault's face, a spectacle that left him momentarily speechless. The absurdity of the scene was further amplified when Miss Militia, with determination etched on her features, aimed her weapon at the girl who had instigated this conflict. In a display of remarkable agility, the girl conjured an umbrella, its fabric mirroring the rich brown of her costume.
With a deft flick of her wrist, she redirected the beanbag projectile aimed at her, the motion fluid and graceful. As she executed a pirouette, she ascended to a counter, her presence commanding attention. Crossing her legs with an air of nonchalance, the villain allowed the umbrella to rest casually on her shoulder, embodying a blend of mischief and confidence that was both captivating and disconcerting.
"Hold fire!" Piggot yelled in his helmet.
A brief stillness enveloped the room as each participant took a moment to evaluate the unfolding chaos. Dauntless cast a glance at Assault, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, betraying the tension that hung in the air. Their adversary, however, remained unfazed, observing them with an unsettling calmness that suggested she was entirely in control of the situation.
"As I have initiated this delightful exchange, you are now at liberty to respond in a similar fashion, as is your unspoken privilege. Truly, I am quite generous in spirit," she proclaimed with a theatrical gesture.
"And may I inquire, who precisely are you, by the way?" asked Dauntless with apparent irritation.
"Ah, what a delightful inquiry! I was beginning to wonder if you would ever pose the question!" the villainess exclaimed, gracefully leaping down from her perch atop the counter.
"I am none other than the Magnificent Vill-V!" she proclaimed with an exaggerated curtsy, her voice dripping with theatrical flair. As if on cue, a grand banner unfurled from the ceiling, showering the space with a cascade of vibrant flower petals that danced around her in a mesmerizing whirl of colors. In bold, capital letters, the name VILL-V was emblazoned for all to see, accompanied by an adorable chibi avatar of a caped figure, winking playfully at the audience.
Spoiler: Vill-V
Is she for real?!
"This isn't a game, you know?
"A game, you say? Of course not! It is a play. Why fight with fists when flair will do?" she exclaimed as she slashed the air with the edge of her free hand. "The pen is mightier than the sword. A great tale survives even the end of the world."
"We are not here to mess around like you do. The city, the world, is dangerous; we don't have time to deal with your supposed theatrics," Dauntless hissed.
"Indeed? Might I suggest that you possess a certain finesse in the art of romance?" Vill-V inquired, placing an index finger to her lips in a contemplative manner. "The attire, the titles, the grand display! How utterly thrilling! A most splendid platform for someone of my caliber, without a doubt!"
"Hey there, you know it's pretty risky to be wandering around this city all by yourself?" Assault remarked as he emerged from his hiding spot.
"Should I meet my demise, let it be a spectacle of grandeur! Thus, I invite you, noble heroes, to engage in a contest of wit and skill! Let us waltz into the future!" Vill-V proclaimed, her arms gracefully lifted toward the heavens. "The sole arbiters of our fate will be the audience, with the magnitude of our aspirations hanging in the balance!"
A vibrant explosion of colors erupted, transforming the atmosphere into a chaotic spectacle. Confetti rained down like a colorful storm, while brilliant fireworks illuminated the room, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls. The initial shock was fleeting, yet the dazzling display momentarily blinded him, forcing him to retreat behind his shield. With a swift motion, he activated the force field, his mind racing as he tried to assess the unfolding chaos.
In that critical instant, the villain hurled a massive balloon at Assault's feet, which detonated with a loud pop, releasing a deluge of yellow liquid that splattered everywhere. Caught off guard, the red-clad hero lost his footing, slipping precariously before managing to grasp the edge of a nearby chair for support. Though he regained his balance, the struggle to remain upright was evident, his body tense and ready for the next move in this unpredictable confrontation.
"Great, it's oil! What's your deal, kiddo?!" the hero in red exclaimed, clearly annoyed.
"She is probably aware of our abilities; exercise caution," Battery remarked.
Vill-V remained silent, darting past him with an urgency that caught him off guard, heading straight for Miss Militia, who was preparing her beanbag shotgun. The girl moved with remarkable speed—not superhuman, but undeniably athletic, her physical prowess evident in every swift motion. As she advanced toward her target, all three shots fired by Miss Militia were effortlessly deflected by the villain's unfurled umbrella.
In a quick response, the heroine transformed her riot gun into a taser, ready to retaliate. However, Vill-V produced yet another cake from her free hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Miss Militia's expression shifted to one of shock as the confection was hurled toward her face. She instinctively raised her arm to block it, successfully stopping the first projectile, but was momentarily blinded by a flash emanating from the villain's hat. Just as she regained her focus, a second tart appeared above her, and she found herself drenched in cream. How many of those did she possess?
Seizing the opportunity, Vill-V ensnared the older woman in an armlock, forcing her down with a calculated kick behind the knees. With a flourish, she conjured a makeshift rope crafted from an array of colorful garments. The young girl pressed her feet against Hannah's back, straining to tighten the final knot with a determined expression.
At that moment, Dauntless charged at the magician, his intentions clear as he swung his Arlance. Yet, just as he believed he would make contact, the weapon vanished from his grasp, deflected effortlessly by Vill-V's forearm. In a seamless motion, she tapped his shield, and it too met the same fate as his weapon, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Miss Militia, however, was not one to be easily subdued. With a fierce determination, she squirmed and freed herself from Vill-V's grasp, her face a mask of fury, though she refrained from vocalizing her anger. Dauntless, now empty-handed, stared at his bare palms, dread creeping into his heart. In that fleeting moment of distraction, a pie collided with his helmet, the shock rendering him momentarily speechless. The loss of his armaments, the very essence of what made him Dauntless, filled him with a rising tide of fear, quickly replaced by a simmering anger.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Vill-V retreated to the back of the shop, her demeanor calm and collected as she twirled her folded umbrella around her finger. Once out of reach, she conjured an ornate chair and a cup of tea, settling herself comfortably as she sipped the beverage, seemingly unfazed by the commotion. The entire exchange had transpired in mere seconds, yet she appeared completely unruffled, as if the confrontation had been nothing more than a trivial diversion.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.
"So she does possess the ability to take anything at will," the director remarked, her voice breaking the stillness.
A palpable tension enveloped the space. Although no one was in immediate peril, Hannah had remained conspicuously silent throughout the entire exchange. Each individual present was consciously restraining themselves, striving to prevent any escalation of the situation and minimize potential collateral damage.
While he could accept the disgrace of the cream cake without much thought, the vanishing of his gear was a bitter pill to swallow. The Arclance, in particular, held immense sentimental value for him. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to suppress the rising tide of anger within. He was a hero, after all, and he would not allow a mere child to outmaneuver him—at least, not any more than she already had.
"Could you please return my gear?" he inquired, directing his gaze toward the girl with a mixture of frustration and resolve.
"Perhaps another time, but not today, I must confess, for I find myself in a rather delicate predicament. However..." The villainess glanced at his boots with a playful sparkle in her eyes. Her cheeks took on a rosy hue, and she playfully nibbled on her lower lip.
He understood her intentions clearly. She couldn't possibly be considering taking his boots and helmet as well, could she? "No! Don't you...!"
"Oh..." Vill-V coughed into her hand. The reddening on her face had disappeared. "Please excuse this unsightly behavior. It was unbecoming of me." She actually looked sheepish. "I suppose I should let you keep this, lest I become lost in my hubris."
A wave of discomfort washed over him, intensifying with each passing moment as he focused intently on the young woman before him. He gritted his teeth, a reflexive response to the unsettling nature of her gaze, which seemed to pierce through him with an unsettling familiarity. It was as if her eyes were windows to a past he couldn't fully grasp, stirring emotions and thoughts that danced just beyond the reach of his consciousness. The more he observed her, the more he felt an inexplicable connection, a sense of recognition that both intrigued and unnerved him.
"Clockblocker, go in," Emily Piggot instructed. "Kid Win, absolutely do not engage. Stay away, even!"
"At last!" the ward exclaimed, not wasting a moment as he charged through the main door. "Villain! Clockblocker shall end your misguided tomfoolery! Surrender at once, and you might be given some leniency!" he declared as he pointed at the villain.
"Clockblocker..." Battery felt a surge of frustration towards the ward.
"Allow him to proceed... for the time being. Mobilize all available personnel for this situation. She cannot be permitted to move freely. Despite her frivolous antics, she poses a significant threat," the director stated with a grave tone.
"Copy. ETA two minutes for Velocity and five for Aegis."
"Clockblocker, for once in your life your idiocy might be useful. Stall as much as you can. No one engages while we wait for reinforcements. I wanted her brought in yesterday."
At the sight of the ward, the villain dismissed her cup.
"Greetings, young hero! How it warms my heart to behold such an enthusiastic ingress!" "Vill-V declared with a flourish, placing her hand gracefully over her heart. Moments later, she tilted her head slightly, delicately tracing a finger along her cheek. "I do find your confidence misplaced nonetheless."
"You cannot win; we won't allow you to break through! Our bonds of comradery will defeat you!" the adolescent hero said with his fists on his hips.
Miss Militia's eyes narrowed in disapproval as she visibly fought the urge to facepalm.
Vill-V emitted a melodious chuckle, gracefully concealing her mouth with her hand in a manner reminiscent of a whimsical villainess. "Oh, oh, oh! Win, you say? But I am no mere scoundrel! Performing is my only laurel!"
The young lady clasped her hands upon her thighs. "I must extend my sincerest apologies, dear hero, for this performance was designed solely for a quartet of actors. Consequently, the illustrious me cannot engage with your fervor." She glanced at her wristwatch. "Moreover, it appears to be time for me to make dinner."
"Oww. Please, I didn't even get my cake!" the ward said.
"Truth be told, today's script was but a mere greeting. I do apologize, for I did underestimate my assistants' craving."
"Is that all you've got? Gonna skedaddle now, huh?" Assault teased the girl, a playful grin on his face. He stepped away from the slick spot and casually wiped his shoes on the ground.
The young lady fixed him with a discerning gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Do you truly believe the illustrious Marvelous Vill-V to be a coward?" she exclaimed with a playful huff. "I would be more than delighted to engage in a duel of skills with you. However, I must confess, I fear that my own brilliance might overwhelm this humble stage. Are you prepared to accept the consequences?" The villainess leaned in closer, a broad and inviting smile gracing her lips. "I humbly request an oath of good faith from you."
The heroes looked at each other.
"Maintain silence. We cannot afford to handle this backlash. I wouldn't be surprised if she is recording everything." Piggot stated on the channel.
With a brief pause, the young lady rose from her seat, which vanished without a trace.
"How utterly disappointing," she remarked, shaking her head with a playful smile. "Nonetheless, I must commend the performance; it was truly splendid. Do anticipate the next one with great eagerness!" She executed a graceful curtsy. "Until we meet again, it has been a delightful encounter."
The atmosphere shifted dramatically as chaos erupted. The villainess dashed toward the exit, her movements swift and calculated, while deftly using her umbrella to deflect Miss Militia's shots with an almost theatrical flair. In a flash, five security barriers sprang up behind her, but Assault, undeterred, charged forward, crashing into the obstacles with a force that barely slowed him down. He bulldozed through the barriers, his determination unwavering.
Dauntless soared just behind Assault, his eyes fixed on the fleeing thief as she neared the backdoor. Ethan was mere feet away from apprehending her when, out of nowhere, a small car materialized, blocking his path. The collision that followed was nothing short of spectacular, a cacophony of metal and chaos that echoed through the space, leaving everyone momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of the villain's escape.
"How much shit do you have?!" Assault screamed as he extracted himself from the vehicle.
The debris from the wreckage completely obstructed any possibility of reaching the exit, creating an impenetrable barrier that left the heroes feeling trapped. As they assessed the chaotic scene around them, the unmistakable sound of a nearby explosion reverberated through the air, followed by the distinct whirring of a vehicle.
"She blinded the two agents outside and is now escaping on a motorbike," Battery explained.
"Do we chase after her?" Dauntless asked.
"Negative. Stay inside. The whole situation is already a fiasco. We won't add another layer of embarrassment by letting the public see you in this state," the director spat. They could almost hear her grit her teeth. "Velocity and Aegis will pursue."
The adult heroes seized this moment to rid themselves of the remnants of the villainess's treatment, which had left them in a rather disheveled state. The sticky cream that had become entangled in their hair was particularly bothersome. As they worked to cleanse themselves, they couldn't help but reflect on the absurdity of the situation, realizing that the aftermath of their confrontation would be worse than the battle itself.
"She entered an underground parking, and we lost her," Battery announced after a minute.
"Compile all available evidence. We must understand the implications of this incident," Piggot commanded. They heard the sound notification of her leaving the channel.
"She's pissed, isn't she?" the ward commented.
"Obviously. As I kind of am," the armored hero said.
Dauntless approached a nearby shelf, his eyes narrowing as he focused on one of the items resting atop it. This particular object, he suspected, had played a significant role in the dazzling display of lights they had just witnessed. With a sense of cautious curiosity, he opened the box, revealing its contents. Inside, he found an assortment of wires tangled together, alongside several nondescript electronic devices that seemed to lack any distinctive features. A roll of tape lay among them, presumably intended to hold everything together. The simplicity of the materials struck him as both puzzling and intriguing, raising questions about the true nature of the contraption and the capabilities of its creator.
"It doesn't look that tinkerish? We'll have to ask Armsmaster or Kid Win," Dauntless commented.
"See? I told you she's like a cartoon villain! I've been waiting for something like this forever!" Clockblocker said with excitement after peeking into the bundle.
"She stole my weapons," Dauntless stated with an icy glare.
"Well... yeah. She did kind of say she could give them back later, no? What do you think, Assault?"
"Honestly, my mind is still processing what just happened. With the kind of troubles we usually deal with in this city, I certainly didn't expect this," Assault said with a chuckle. "I can't help but admire the nerve of it all. Lucky for us, you're a veteran at this, Militia."
"How do you handle someone like her?" Dauntless inquired, taking a seat on a nearby chair, his expression somber.
Miss Militia cringed. "You run away as far as you can if you can help it," she sighed. "If you can't... you play the game until she eventually slips up or gets tired of it. I'm not sure it applies here though."
"Think you could manage if we get her in the wards?"
The heroine's expression turned to one of sheer terror as she emitted a soft whimper.
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MisterKDA (Original Poster)
Posted On Apr 1st 2011:
So, there was this new villain who decided to rob a video game store. Three heroes tried to step in and save the day, but things didn't turn out well for them, and the thief managed to escape.
I happened to be outside the store and caught some footage of what went down. It's a little shaky, but honestly, we didn't see much anyway.
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I just wanted to buy a new game and now I don't even want to play anymore lol
I'm pretty sure this is going to be the talk of the town for a few days.
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►MilkTeaSaikyou
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
Wow thanks!
This happened an hour ago, right?
I heard about this from a buddy, and honestly, there hasn't been much info floating around until now. Looks like the PRT isn't too excited to share details about this new guy. I guess since they took a hit, they're just dragging their feet on the announcement?
►White Fairy (Veteran Member)
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
Another villain in Brockton Bay.
Just what we needed.
At least, she didn't harm anyone.
►Bagrat (The Guy in the Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
Thanks for the video.
So it wasn't even wards.
It was a full Protectorate team with some heavy hitters and they couldn't get her? Because it's definitely a girl, like we could see escaping on the motorbike.
I would really like to know what happened inside with the explosions and the lights.
►OrangeMoonkin
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
I work at the store that was just robbed. It was a girl, probably pretty young. She had this weird ability to teleport objects or something, and she could make things disappear just by touching them.
She grabbed nearly everything from the shop.
Thankfully, we're okay, but it's strange because she seemed nice. She even offered us cookies before we left the building!
►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
We are currently conducting a thorough investigation of the premises. An official announcement will be made once we have confirmed the safety of the building and completed an initial evaluation of the villain's capabilities.
At this time, we are able to confirm her name as Vill-V.
Should you possess any information or leads regarding her, we kindly request that you reach out to us.
►Hibiscus
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
What kind of name is Vill-V? How do you even pronounce it?
From what we can see of her, her costume appears to be very well-made.
Did they end up sending Armsmaster into the building to see if she left any more explosives? They didn't seem that strong, though.
►Vill-V (Verified Cape)
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
Dear audience of Brockton Bay,
On this splendid occasion, I am delighted to present to you three short samples, freshly curated from the delightful essence that is yours truly.
Assault - Dauntless - Miss Militia
Three collected, four remaining, I presume?
Shall I factor in the younglings? Indeed, I shall! Let it not be claimed that I show bias against heroes due to their age.
Thus, there are also seven wards left to address.
Have a wonderful day!
►GreyRaccoon
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
What is this? I'm not sure if I should be laughing, but I am. It is the first of April after all.
Don't you have the rest of the video?
Please!
►Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied On Apr 1st 2011:
WHY NOT ME TOO?!
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The young woman spent a considerable amount of time poring over the responses she received after her much-anticipated debut on PHO, which was marked by the release of three entertaining video clips featuring the heroes getting a delightful chantilly cake smashed into their faces. A subtle smile crept onto her lips as she read through the pages, noticing that many of the more active posters in town were already formulating theories about Vill-V.
The audience's reaction appeared to be overwhelmingly positive, with many viewers expressing their amusement and enjoyment. However, amidst the laughter and lightheartedness, there were a few individuals who attempted to maintain a serious demeanor, struggling to reconcile the absurdity of the situation with the persona of the Magician.
Still, a nagging thought lingered in her mind. Not a single person had taken one of her pastries. How could that be? Should she consider making them more appealing next time? Perhaps even more enticing? But deep down, she knew her friends would never let it slide. With a resigned sigh, she placed her phone on the table beside her.
Having recently returned from her sortie, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, knowing that the Magician had skillfully taken the necessary precautions to obscure their trail, ensuring that no one could trace their steps back to the sanctuary of their home.
Today, her tranquil existence had come to an end; she would now have to face the quirks of her other self. One of them.
The black-haired girl shifted her gaze toward the room, absorbing the comforting familiarity of her surroundings. Each item was precisely where it belonged. For once, no one had disturbed her carefully composed feng shui; it seemed that everyone was preoccupied with their own tasks today, especially since it marked their first official appearance as a cape.
The space was adorned with rustic wooden furnishings, exuding a cozy, earthy ambiance. In addition to the typical appliances found in a living room and kitchen, one wall was a vibrant tapestry of greenery, while every window was framed by an array of plants soaking up the gentle rays of sunlight. The air was infused with a delicate blend of aromatic herbs, hinting at culinary delights or perhaps more mysterious uses.
She needed to repot some basil cuttings today. Approaching the container filled with water, she observed the herbs eagerly absorbing the moisture, their roots stretching out nicely. Gathering a few pots, she set to work. There was something soothing about engaging in these familiar tasks, and as she tended to the plants, a gentle melody began to escape her lips, harmonizing with the rhythm of her movements.
As she carefully positioned the first pot, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the nearby wall mirror. Her long, silky black hair was tousled, a reminder that she hadn't bothered to fix herself up after their recent escapade. Wearing a wig had never been the most comfortable experience. Since acquiring her powers, her appearance had transformed dramatically, rendering her almost unrecognizable. The traits she once knew had merged with those of the entity now residing in her mindspace, resulting in a more feminine look and softer features than she had originally possessed.
She knew she would need to wear her colored contact lenses again soon. The unusual purple tint in her gray eyes was not something she wished to reveal, though the issue could wait for some time, so she continued her task, lost in thought.
Spoiler: Taylor in her house
It was grieving that when Taylor's abilities emerged, she experienced such profound isolation and despair that her powers conjured up "imaginary" companions.
Since that day three months ago, she had become host to a unique presence. This presence was not just one being, but a collective of eight distinct personalities, each with their own traits and idiosyncrasies. Taylor found herself woven into this complicated quilt of identities, now a part of something far more complex than she had ever imagined.
Was she truly the same person she once was? Probably not.
Would she ever go back if she could? Not a chance in hell.
Vill-V was regarded as one of the most brilliant minds of her previous world. She called herself a polymath, a universal genius, and while the title might come off as pretentious, Taylor found herself agreeing with it. Each of the eight facets, including herself, had their own areas of expertise, whether in science, the arts, or even the mystical. After all, cooking is a form of art, isn't it?
The recollections that haunted Taylor during her trigger event were nothing short of horrifying.
She had been captivated by the flames, the ambition, and the chaos that surged within her.
Yet, alongside that thrill, she had also grappled with remorse, overwhelming guilt, and a sense of hopelessness.
The sheer ridiculousness and magnitude of Vill-V's endeavors were far from ordinary.
These reflections had brought Taylor down to earth. Her struggles seemed trivial when weighed against the trials faced by the brilliant mind. Thus, she allowed Vill-V to take the necessary actions, despite her reservations about theft and other moral dilemmas. There was a task at hand and she would, of course, let her closest friends do what they wanted as long as they didn't harm innocent people.
In the midst of her transformation, Taylor found herself intertwined with an aspect referred to as Looking Down upon the Stars. This union had bestowed upon her two main abilities: culinary arts and and the more occult alchemical knowledge. Initially, it appeared to be a harmless path for the young girl, seemingly innocuous at first sight, at least compared to the world-ending catastrophes the others could unleash. Little did she know how mistaken she truly was at that time.
Moreover, she had an uncanny ability to acquire new skills at an astonishing pace. It was hardly surprising, considering that in her youth Vill-V had become a mechanical engineer in just three months, creating a legion of drones that could challenge armies.
Additionally, she had an extraordinary skill with both short blades and also a baseball bat, as the Vill-Vs believed that the protagonist ought to be proficient in such a weapon? Though she had never considered herself a natural fighter, she had dedicated herself to rigorous training over the past few months, and now she had become quite skilled with various armaments, even if her experience in real combat was limited.
Previously, as she watched the Magician glide effortlessly among the heroes she had admired since childhood, a sense of wonder washed over her. Lacking any extraordinary equipment, she had relied on her instincts, hoping the hero would take it easy on her throughout the encounter. Her success had come purely from her self-assurance and style.
One of the other facets, known as the Conductor, was the most seasoned among the personalities and had a way of making everything seem effortless. She moved through the underworld with grace, forging friendships with ease, and frequently stepped in to assist Taylor whenever the situation called for it. However, lately, she had begun to withdraw her support, much to Taylor's frustration, which had led to embarrassing situations.
Together, they had started outlining a number of ambitious projects together, knowing full well that significant funding would be in order. Vill-V had faced disappointing encounters with bureaucratic systems in the past, fueling her desire for financial autonomy. This was a sentiment Taylor wholeheartedly embraced. The authorities couldn't be trusted.
One of the initial concepts involved acquiring equipment from the heroes for analysis and potential replication. They were the most accessible capes to draw in, much to their misfortune, and the grin that had spread across the Magician's face upon their unanimous agreement had sent a shiver down Taylor's spine. This aspect had proven fruitful, and she was aware that the more research-focused members of the Vill-Vs were already studying Dauntless weapons within their collective dimension, the realm where they all resided and kept their gear.
Having completed the task of replanting the basil, she was now tending to her small garden, watering the delicate plants when the sound of the doorbell echoed through the air.
"Coming!" she shouted before materializing her blue-colored contact lenses and putting them on.
Taylor approached the door, turning the lock before swinging it open to reveal a stylish young Asian woman standing on the other side. With a hand resting on her hip, she scrutinized the outfit of her younger friend.
Spoiler: Sayaka
"This top is absolutely dreadful," the newcomer remarked, her voice laced with disapproval. "I specifically told you to get rid of it."
"Nice to see you too, Sayaka," Taylor replied, her expression one of indifference. "I think it's great; it's comfy."
"And what on earth happened to your hair?"
"I took a nap," Taylor fibbed, her face revealing nothing.
"What am I going to do with you?" the older girl sighed, shaking her head as she stepped inside the residence.
The young woman wasted no time, draping her jacket over the hanger and kicking off her shoes before sliding into a pair of cozy slippers, as if she belonged there. Taylor was unfazed by the routine; it was a familiar sight, and the crinkled paper bag in Sayaka's hand indicated that her friend had indeed picked up some items from the grocery list she had provided.
Taylor shut the door behind her and trailed her friend into the kitchen. Sayaka was already busy unpacking ingredients from her bag, carefully arranging them on the table for her personal chef to examine. The young chef scrutinized each item with a discerning eye, nodding in approval as she assessed their quality. Sayaka had always believed in indulging in good food; it was one of her guilty pleasures, and her slim figure certainly didn't reflect her love for culinary delights.
"Everything seems perfect," the younger girl said with a nod as she began putting the ingredients away in their designated spots.
"Naturally, I always invest in quality ingredients," the fashionable woman remarked with a casual shrug as she pulled out one final item from her bag. "Check this out. Xeres vinegar. Imported. Authentic. Aged for twenty years." A sly smile began to spread across her face.
Taylor paused for a moment, narrowing her gaze as she examined the label on the bottle of condiment. The arrival of the endbringers had drastically changed the landscape of everyday life, and with Leviathan's emergence, the availability of imported goods had become a rare luxury. Items like this, once commonplace, had now become prohibitively expensive and were typically reserved for those in professional circles, making her appreciate the rarity of what her friend held in her hands.
"How did you manage to get this?" Taylor inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"I simply asked one of my regulars," Sayaka replied, a smug smile playing on her lips.
"Hand it over," the young girl said straightforwardly, reaching out for the bottle.
Sayaka instinctively withdrew her hand, taking a step back as Taylor leaned in, eager to seize the coveted bottle. "You really need to get rid of that sweater," she remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.
Taylor glanced down at her oversized wool pullover, a garment that was undeniably far from fashionable. Its bulky silhouette and muted color palette did little to enhance her appearance, yet it enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort that she cherished. The soft fibers allowed for easy movement, making it the perfect choice for a relaxed day at home. She couldn't fathom why she would ever subject herself to the constricting slim pants and fitted top that her friend had chosen for their casual gathering. After all, this was her sanctuary, a place where she should feel at ease, free from the pressures of style and appearance.
"Curse you," the young girl muttered as she reluctantly agreed to the blackmail.
Taylor removed her sweater, unveiling a plain black tank top underneath. Her physique was athletic, with defined muscles in her arms and shoulders, and her curves accentuated her femininity more than her previous self, though still modest compared to Vill-V's original body. Thank goodness for that.
"Why do you hide away when you have such a nice figure?" Sayaka asked, arms crossed. "At your age, I would have loved to look like that. You're already taller than I am and you're only sixteen."
"I don't care what others think. I just want some peace," Taylor said with a weary sigh.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," the older girl responded, taking the piece of cloth and tucking it into her bag. "I'll dispose of it on my way to work. So, what's for dinner?"
Taylor eagerly grabbed the coveted bottle before she answered, "Vegetable quiche. Unilaterally cooked salmon with hollandaise sauce and fresh dill, served with roasted broccoli and glazed carrots. We still have some clafoutis left from yesterday for dessert."
"Sounds amazing!" Sayaka exclaimed, leaping onto the nearby sofa and grabbing the remote to turn on the television.
The atmosphere was comfortable and routine for Taylor, who felt a sense of ease as she watched her friend bustle about. Sayaka typically brought the majority of the ingredients for their meals, while Taylor took on the role of the chef. After experiencing Taylor's cooking, Sayaka had become a devoted fan, abandoning her previous reliance on takeout and delivery. Taylor's culinary skills were exceptional, though they had come from Vill-V, a millennia-old genius that had had plenty of time to refine her skills. She had not even "enhanced" the food; it was pure culinary expertise. Unlike the unfortunate incident with the cats—yes, that was a story best left untold.
Taylor tied her hair in a rough ponytail and started her tasks as Sayaka paused to watch the local news, which was reporting on the latest villain causing a stir in town. The coverage was lackluster, featuring only a few clips captured outside the shop and a brief video of the thief making her escape on a motorbike. The PRT were doing their best to mask their embarrassment over the situation. Little did they know, Taylor was aware that two fools were already busy editing the footage captured by the camera hidden in the cartoon villainess's hat. Perhaps the complete video would be unveiled tomorrow or later that evening?
"What's happening? I didn't hear anything about this. How is that even possible?" The older girl's face showed disbelief. "I just watched the news a few hours ago and didn't catch a thing."
"It just occurred an hour ago. I saw the posts on PHO earlier," Taylor replied, concentrating on chopping vegetables into a fine brunoise for her entrée.
"Seriously?" Sayaka exclaimed, pulling out her phone to check the forums. After a moment, she chuckled, scrolling through the posts. "What is this? She really did just mess around with the heroes. I need to investigate further. This will definitely be a hot topic at work tonight."
"Most likely," Taylor said nonchalantly. "Do you have anything special lined up for today?"
"Yeah, just some ABB business," the Asian woman said, crossing her legs while her eyes remained glued to her screen. "Nothing too unusual… although we do have a new girl starting. You might need to assist her at first since you know how demanding Hanako can be."
"Oh, that's fine," she replied with a shrug. "No worries at all."
The next few moments passed in silence, the only sounds being the rhythmic chopping of the knife and the whisking of eggs for the quiche.
She worked diligently, her focus split between her tasks and the hosts speculating on the significance of Vill-V's name. Good luck to them, she thought. At least the authorities had managed to get her name right, complete with the correct pronunciation. She was more invested in the discussion for the sake of her companions than for herself, as they all experienced the pilot's perceptions together. It was the least she could do for them.
To the Magician's merit, Vill-V's debut as a villain went flawlessly, and the tools the trickster had prepared beforehand had been totally functional. She had thoroughly analyzed the abilities of the heroes she could face and devised clever strategies to counter them. Remarkably, she had kept her most powerful tricks hidden, which was fortunate, as they might have been too much for her initial performance, which was intended to be more subdued.
As Taylor sautéed the diced vegetables, she glanced over at Sayaka, who was deeply engrossed in scrolling through various social media threads. Beneath her playful demeanor, she understood that her friend approached her job with utmost seriousness. Being a hostess required not just conversation skills but also a wealth of knowledge about the local area, particularly in a place like Brockton Bay, where navigating the complexities of gangs and parahumans was essential. Staying informed about the latest happenings was crucial for her role.
"I wonder how the various groups will respond to her. She doesn't seem overly aggressive at the moment," Sayaka said, resting her hand on her cheek in contemplation.
"True, no one got hurt, but she did take quite a few things," Taylor replied, sliding the quiche into the oven.
"People are already coming up with wild theories, but we hardly have any solid information. From the short clips we've seen, she did manage to confront Assault, Miss Militia, and Dauntless all at once and escaped after her stunt. That's pretty big."
"We'll likely have more information soon," the younger girl remarked while arranging the side dishes for the main course. "It looks like she recorded the whole encounter, so she probably has everything on tape. A lot of people are already urging her to share it." She made every effort to seem as indifferent as she could, though she struggled to suppress a laugh, and she was relieved that her friend didn't catch her reaction.
"She definitely will," Sayaka asserted confidently. "Her subscriber count for her video channel is skyrocketing. It would be a missed opportunity not to take advantage of it."
Really? The Magician would undoubtedly be thrilled. Upon discovering that she could earn money by hosting shows online, her excitement had been palpable, and she had wasted no time in organizing her performances. Residing in a world that still held promise certainly had its advantages, in stark contrast to the genius's former home, which had met a dismal end.
"I'm sure she will, as you said; it would be a shame not to capitalize on it."
Taylor would need to acclimate to the chatter surrounding her, as she was Vill-V, or at least a fragment of the whole and their superpowered dissociative identity disorder. Was it even appropriate to label it that, considering they now all coexisted simultaneously in their dimension, even if only one could steer the physical form on Earth? Regardless, she had played a role in crafting the fireworks and was responsible for making the oil even slicker, ensuring that Assault would struggle even more, and surprisingly, she had relished the experience. Damn it, she was a villain. Once upon a time, she had aspired to be a hero, and now she found herself concocting schemes to outsmart her idols.
The minutes drifted by in a serene hush, the two of them lost in their thoughts. On television, the local reporters buzzed around, desperately seeking more details about the unfolding events. One of their colleagues had made his way to the scene, attempting to question the PRT officers who were securing the area outside the video game store. In the background, Armsmaster, the leader of the local Protectorate and a skilled tinker, was seen rummaging through the store, intent on piecing together the methods Vill-V had employed—methods that, to Taylor, seemed rudimentary for any competent technician.
As dusk settled in, Sayaka rose to turn on a lamp. She strolled over to one of the windows, gliding past the electronic keyboard and guitar resting beside the overture. She gazed out the window for a while, lost in thought, before shifting her attention to the instrument beside her. With a playful touch, she pressed a few keys at random. "We ought to hit karaoke again sometime. Last time was such a blast, and everyone was taken aback by how well you sang."
Taylor stared at her friend as her lips thinned.
It wasn't even her that time; how frustrating. Taylor recalled the moment when the Conductor had chosen to indulge Sayaka, accepting the offer despite knowing that Taylor would never have participated, merely to place her in an uncomfortable situation for amusement. And indeed, the artist possessed remarkable singing talent. The alter ego had possessed most of the artistic skills that Vill-V had honed over the years, and she could likely hold her own against the world's top musicians and singers if she chose to.
"I agreed to that outing because you promised there would not be many participants," Taylor said, her eyes narrowing in accusation. "You lied."
Sayaka sighed dramatically. "Oh, come on, Alice, it turned out to be a great night. You even confessed you enjoyed yourself, so quit acting like a grumpy cat."
It was not her at that time!, Taylor screamed internally.
"Maybe I was just a bit out of it," the younger girl said, glancing away with a sheepish smile.
"Sure, and I'm the Queen of England. You hardly ever drink," the Asian woman replied, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin.
The Conductor had mastered the art of mimicking Taylor to such an extent that it was impossible for anyone to distinguish between them, even when she playfully decided to tease her with stupid decisions. The artist had taken it upon themselves to choose their name, without consulting anyone else, and at the time, Taylor had simply accepted it, not giving it much thought. However, now she had realized that even the selection of that name was a joke.
"I'll win eventually. I just have to throw treats and you'll come meowing," Sayaka said, waving her hand dismissively.
"Just set the table, you witch," Taylor replied with an exasperated sigh.
With a soft chuckle, her friend set to work, reaching for the plates and cutlery from the kitchen shelf with practiced ease. She arranged them neatly on the small round table that occupied the center of the room. Next, she retrieved the glasses and settled into her usual chair, patiently awaiting Taylor. It was clear to her that the cook would never seek assistance in her cherished domain—the kitchen.
Eventually, the cook appeared, balancing a plate in each hand, and with the finesse of a seasoned waiter, placed them on the table despite her casual attire of blue jeans and a tank top. The meal featured a vibrant quiche accompanied by a fresh salad and crisp vegetable sticks, all artfully arranged to resemble a gourmet dish.
Taylor settled across from her friend, who was eyeing their meal with anticipation.
"Bon appétit," the Japanese girl said before diving in.
"Itadakimasu," Taylor replied, maintaining their lighthearted banter.
"Is this one different and larger than the last one? Did you put in goat cheese?" Sayaka inquired after sampling the dish.
"Yes and yes. I've been working on making the filling airier," Taylor replied, nodding. "I know how much you enjoy your fluffy desserts."
"Of course, I do," the woman said before taking another bite. "It's delicious as always."
The two girls enjoyed their meal at a leisurely pace, the soft hum of the television providing a backdrop to their conversation. The news reporters had returned after a brief weather segment, still buzzing with excitement over the unfolding events. Even after an hour had passed, they were fervently discussing the situation, attempting to uncover more details. The reporter on-site had even been forcibly removed from the store while trying to gather information. Given Brockton Bay's reputation for its cape population, it was no surprise that the media was so persistent in their coverage.
Eventually, Taylor stood up, clearing the plates from the table before making her way to the open kitchen to prepare the next dish. Sayaka remained seated, patiently watching the news, her eyes flickering between the screen and her friend.
"Are you still trying to find extra work?" she asked after a moment.
"Yeah, but it's tough in this town without crossing some lines," Taylor replied with a sigh as she placed the two pieces of fish inside the buttered pan.
"You have one foot in, though?"
The younger girl shrugged. "Unfortunately, yes, but I'd prefer to keep it at that. It's still a regular job, even if the employers are a bit sketchy."
"Maybe you should consider being a hostess in a few years. You know the languages and you're adorable," Sayaka suggested with enthusiasm. "The pay is decent."
"Absolutely not."
"But you still interact with most of the clients and you're good at it, right?" Sayaka said, raising an eyebrow.
"I can choose to ignore them very professionally if I want," Taylor replied with a shrug. "I can be the quiet bartender when I feel like it."
Moments later, the cook completed her preparations and presented the next dish, featuring a steaming salmon paired with glazed carrots and broccoli, all beautifully arranged on the plate.
"Absolutely my favorite place," Sayaka exclaimed as Taylor set the steaming dish before her. "I can smell the dill; you cultivate ithere, don't you?"
"Yep, they've finally grown enough for me to use."
"I'm so glad I was there to help you out back then."
Taylor snorted. "You saved them, not me."
"True, true, but it was still the highlight of my year."
It was the Conductor who had crossed paths with her that fateful day when she was leisurely searching for a job, only to be confronted by a group of ABB thugs. Had it not been for the timely intervention of the older girl, the artist might have dismantled them with utmost prejudice.
Over the past months, Taylor had come to truly value Sayaka's presence, drawn to her honesty and sincere kindness. She also admired Sayaka's talent for sourcing the finest ingredients in town, a skill honed through her connections, though it was a detail best kept under wraps. Hehehe.
"Not too bad, I guess."
Sayaka shot her a playful look and whispered a word that sounded like "...ndere," which Taylor couldn't quite understand, opting instead to overlook her friend's playful behavior.
"Preparing meals for just one or two persons isn't really different," Taylor added, attempting to sound casual.
"Oh, my hero," Sayaka replied with a teasing tone.
The two friends enjoyed their meals quietly, savoring the flavors of the beautifully crafted dish. Their conversations were minimal, as they met nearly every day and worked in the same establishment, already familiar with the details of each other's daily lives. Eventually, they reached the last part of the meal course.
While they savored their dessert, the local news channel broadcasted a live press conference featuring the PRT, where Officer Reave, a spokesperson for the local team, addressed inquiries regarding Vill-V's debut and the heroes' unsuccessful attempt to apprehend the villain.
"The establishment has been secured, and operations are expected to resume normally in the coming days, as the shop is covered by insurance. The property damage has been minimized, but the financial loss is estimated to exceed fifteen thousand dollars," the agent stated in a measured tone.
"Can you provide additional details about Vill-V's abilities?" one reporter asked the officer.
"Current intelligence indicates that Vill-V is a matter teleporter with unknown limits, rendering her potentially highly dangerous. It is advised to proceed with caution upon any encounter."
"The three seasoned heroes were bested, or at the very least, they failed to capture a single new teenage villain. How could this happen?" another journalist inquired with eagerness.
"Indeed, the heroes were unable to apprehend her due to the lack of knowledge regarding her abilities at that time. The PRT opted for a cautious approach, considering the young age of the cape and the fact that she had not caused any physical harm. Would you have preferred us to take more aggressive action against a minor?"
Taylor sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the conference as she processed the unfolding events. The Magician had gambled that a public confrontation would compel the heroes to behave carefully towards a fresh and new parahuman, provided she refrained from harming bystanders or wreaking significant havoc. It turned out the gamble had paid off; the potential backlash would have been overwhelming for the heroes to bear. The dynamics of cape politics were undeniably twisted, and the trickster had embraced the task as a fun challenge.
It was unsettling to see herself on the local news; even though she hadn't been in command at that moment, it was undeniably her body being controlled by one of her alter egos.
"I'll go get ready," Taylor said after a moment, realizing her friend was also engrossed in the broadcast. After all, Brockton Bay was a city filled with parahumans, and the latest cape news always captured people's attention.
Sayaka nodded. "I'll do the dishes in the meanwhile."
Taylor smiled softly as she made her way to the bathroom to refresh herself. After a brisk shower, she settled in front of the mirror, taking a moment to admire her reflection. Her complexion looked better than ever, a testament to her dedication to good nutrution and physical fitness, which had sculpted her figure into a delicate yet athletic silhouette. She felt a sense of satisfaction with her transformed appearance, relishing the anonymity that came with her new identity. It was a relief that no one could recognize her, and her life under this fresh persona was unfolding smoothly. With a towel wrapped around her, she carefully brushed her hair, ensuring it fell neatly before stepping out into living room.
She cast a quick look at the older woman occupied at the sink before heading to her bedroom to fetch some clean clothes.
The room was filled with an array of items, featuring a large shelf that held a diverse collection of books on various topics. Scattered throughout were numerous models and toys, remnants of the Vill-Vs' creative pursuits during their leisure time. Most of them were enthusiasts of mechas, and Taylor herself had shared that passion, even in her childhood prior to her trigger event. After all, she had built some of those miniature Dragon suits herself.
Taylor opened her wardrobe and glanced at the dresses and stylish suits the Conductor had placed there, all of which she had crafted herself. After a moment of hesitation, she decided on a simple pair of jeans paired with a classy beige turtleneck sweater. It was a discreet choice, just enough to keep Sayaka from bothering her.
The girl checked the time on her watch, noting the small needle that showed fifty-five percent power left in the device. In the past hour, her Key had only managed to recharge about five percent of its total capacity. The device's performance had certainly improved since its last upgrade. This amelioration was the reason they allowed the Magician to proceed with her little show today. The trickster had still burned through fifty percent of the tool's charge during her debut. A prolonged conflict was out of the question for now, though she didn't expect any kind of conflict for the night or any use of the matter teleportation the contraption allowed.
Taylor gathered her hair into a neat ponytail, ensuring it was tidy before inspecting her nails and giving them a quick file. Maintaining good hygiene was crucial for anyone in the culinary world, and even though she was currently bartending, the pay was significantly better than the meager wages of a kitchen worker in an average restaurant.
After freshening up and applying a touch of light makeup, Taylor headed to join her friend, who was likely waiting for her since they both needed to get to work soon. In the larger room, Sayaka was sprawled on the sofa, engrossed in her cellphone, when she noticed Taylor was finally ready to go out.
"You know what? Maybe I should just move in here," the Asian woman said, still lounging on the cushions.
"No," Taylor shot back without hesitation. "You just like it here because your place is a disaster. You should clean it up."
"It's not that bad," Sayaka retorted, a hint of defensiveness in her tone as she stood up. "But you could use some company! I still remember finding you in a pool of vomit a month ago."
"That was just an accident," Taylor said, recalling the mortifying moment when she had tested one of her potions on herself, though it wasn't as dramatic as Sayaka made it sound. "And honestly, most of the time my own company is enough." She did, after all, have seven mind sisters, all of whom were more than a little eccentric.
"Sure, whatever," Sayaka replied with a chuckle. "Let's get going."