I'm sitting in a booth at "Tony's," a small restaurant, the cleanest one on the Boardwalk. I'm scrolling through my phone feed. Lisa already chewed my brain out about "who here is a Glory Girl fangirl and is now going on a date with her?" Besides, she of course knew exactly what Glory Girl had called her and just found it amusing. Go on Parahumans Online, she said, read the Administrator thread, she told me.
About the "date with Vicky" - she didn't object. Said yes, we need to maintain contact with the Dallon sisters, because Panacea is something else, we need a healer, because if she, Lisa, gets wounded, she can endure while I stick my tongue in her, but she won't let me lick Coil, he can just die. At my bulging eyes, she just laughed. Says she learned exactly how the First Butcher's healing power works after the first kiss. Said it was pretty cool and that if I only had this ability, I could take a pseudonym like "Kiss of Life" or "Healing Tongue," and behind my back they'd call me "Horny Nurse." And a nurse costume with a very short skirt, deep neckline and white stockings. Of course, no panties. What kind of "Horny Nurse" wears panties? You can put a bag on your head, but everything below should match the image. Because, my dear Taylor, she said, squinting, it's not just your saliva that heals... but other fluids too. That's when I couldn't take it and called her perverted and shameless. To which she shrugged and said that blood also heals - if you don't turn it into blades but deliver it as liquid, something like threads or tentacles... what were you thinking about? Here it was my turn to blush.
In any case, they wouldn't let me go on a "date with Vicky" in jeans and a black hoodie. When Lisa finished making fun of me, she found me clothes in seconds and even called some very concerned girl from somewhere with two boxes of various things, who washed and styled my hair, put some makeup on my face and took an obscene amount of money for all this by Brockton Bay standards. Though yes, it's time to stop thinking in terms of a broke schoolgirl, I'm now a crime boss of half the city. Just need to squeeze the Merchants and Empire.
As a result, in the two and a half hours that passed since our meeting with Glory Girl, I didn't manage to get into my phone and was now catching up. While Glory Girl was running a bit late and I could afford to read the forums on "Parahumans Online"...
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♦ Topic: What the hell is happening in BB?
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Bagrat (Topic Author) (Veteran) (Expert)
Twenty minutes ago they sent video from Brockton Bay! Everyone remembers Administrator, who is Butcher Fifteen and Poison Ivy at the same time? Well, today Administrator put an end to Hookwolf's criminal career, one of Empire 88's strongest capes. Video here. (attachment)
White Fairy (Veteran)
Yeah, I already saw it. We have about a hundred such videos on the local network already. From different angles and various quality. The best video is on Leet and Uber's resource, I don't know how these two clowns manage to get to hot events, but the fact remains - their quality is amazing and the sound is good. Your video can't be heard at all, and the whole point is in the dialogues. Though the battle scene isn't bad either - did you see how she cut Hookwolf in half with a sword? Incredible.
Laser Augment (newbie)
This Administrator is a vigilante! Killing a person is like blowing her nose to her! If she didn't already have the title Fifteenth, she should be called the Butcher of Brockton Bay. Think about it, people, this is lawlessness.
Coyote-C (user)
I like her. How she says "I assess this as a direct and immediate threat." And - wham! With a sword! Swoosh! There was one Nazi, now there are two! Keep it up, Administration!
Azavae (veteran)
Ahaha, did you see? Administration! Crazy! She's obviously cosplaying Armsmaster! If I were the Bearded Guy I'd sue for brand usage as a trademark!
Little_wing's
I officially confirm that Administrator has panties at home with Armsmaster's face from his Heroic collection. Remember when there wasn't a direct ban from PRT on using branded images on underwear? It's a collector's item.
Bagrat (Topic Author) (Veteran) (Expert)
Little_wing's - are you serious? Be careful, that's close to revealing a cape's identity, which is a federal crime. But panties with Armsmaster's face - that's cute. Though, as far as I remember, those were more like sports shorts... and the sizes weren't that big. I have a complete collection of Protectorate merch from the early years, but the sizes there are straight up children's.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Administrator is Armsmaster's daughter! Well, not daughter, but rather his creation. Armsmaster created her from a set of spare parts left over from assembling a motorcycle. She's his Galatea! After all, Armsmaster can't love a simple, "flesh" woman, but one like this, made of iron and gears - he very much can. But after he assembled her, he faced a full ethical problem - she turns out to be his daughter, and that's incest. Armsmaster couldn't allow such a thing and sent her to live her own life. Look how she talks - the poor girl copies her father's manner.
MonstaMe97
Dude, chill. You're joking, it's a bomb. But chill, or I'll die laughing. Dude, did you see how she chatted with Glory Girl later? Like a normal chick from the neighborhood, such business. Glory Girl is fire, such tits in white-gold. I'm telling you, there's chemistry between them...
Fishmon
I told you! Did you see?! Glory Girl and Administrator - there's definitely something between them! It's love with fists! Glory Girl is a masochist! Just no one could beat up Glory Girl before, and she's one of the real tomboys, she needs her partner to be stronger than her. Well, of course, how could Gallant beat her up? In general, an irresistible force met an immovable object! I'm telling you, in public they fight, but in private - they make sweet sounds in unison... Leet and Uber, that's what you should be recording! Half the kingdom for leaked intimate video of Administrator and Glory Girl!
XxVoid_CowboyxX
You're just like a child. There's Rule 34, man. Here, catch - photos and videos. There's Administrator Mommy, and Glory Girl as daughter, there's Administrator as a school teacher and my favorite, when they're in the ring in mud tearing each other's bras off. Administrator's tits are decent, though in my opinion too big. In the original they're noticeably smaller. And videos too - look, some aren't even half an hour old...
FlippinMad (user)
Perverts! Never understood guys, why do they like such things?!
Little_wing's
Why only guys? I like it too. As for tits, hers really are smaller... but neater. Hmm... here, catch - photo.
XxVoid_CowboyxX
Seriously?! You... where from?! Who are you?! Is this really a photo of Administrator's tits?!
MonstaMe97
Wow. Bomb. Saving it.
Bagrat (Topic Author) (Veteran) (Expert)
Chill out. Just a photo, no face. Similar figure, but that's all. Little_wing's - you're really walking the edge. What if Administrator finds out?
Little_wing's
Pfft... she's reading this forum thread right now. Hi, beautiful! I posted your tits on the internet. Don't be offended, but the world clearly lacks beauty. Let everyone know that you're not only the stern mistress of Brockton Bay, but also a sexy beauty! PS - really, don't hit me on the head, I have thoughts there. PPS - and they're not bad ones!
"Arrrgh!" I growl, leaning back in my chair. Lisa posted a photo of my chest! Well yes, you really can't see the face there, but still! It's my chest! For some time I sit in confusion. I'm embarrassed. At the thought that now everyone sitting on the internet can look at my chest... what if they don't like it? It's not that big, and my nipples are small and the shape isn't perfect and one is bigger than the other and...
Wait, stop, I think, what did you expect? As soon as you become even slightly famous - all this starts immediately. I actually understand Lisa, she's taking control of the narrative, thanks to stupid phrases like "I assess this as a direct and immediate threat," and now also photos of my chest - people stopped perceiving me as a threat. So little was done, a bit of video, a bit of photos, two or three comments and the image of Butcher Fifteen sank into oblivion, and Administrator appeared instead. She's funny, tries to talk like a robot, look they've already made memes, like Administrator standing before an Endbringer saying "no threat detected, proceed." And the chest photo immediately removes all questions about humanity... and also presents me in a favorable light. A sexually attractive girl can't be a terrible criminal, ask anyone. Look, like in the musical "Chicago," Roxie and Velma, what kind of murderers are they? They're too attractive to be murderers.
I understand all this, but still... Lisa! She's going to get it... I swear I'll tie her to the bed and mercilessly spank her until she begs for mercy... and even then... oh she's going to get it!
"Um... Taylor?" a voice sounds, and I look up. Due to my confusion and irritation I didn't even notice Glory Girl approaching my table. Though, what Glory Girl, she's in civilian clothes, so - Victoria Dallon. Just Vicky. She's wearing an ordinary jacket, the kind cheerleaders wear, with number "69" on the back and Princeton University emblem on the chest. Below - short shorts and sneakers. A cap with a long visor and dark glasses. Ah yes, she's hiding from paparazzi. When your face decorates posters and billboards all over the city - you have to hide, otherwise everyone will know where you're going. For a second I understand her, I don't even have five minutes of fame and already my tits have been seen by the entire internet. Then I push these thoughts far into the corner of my consciousness, big deal, tits. The internet will buzz for five minutes and forget, there are plenty of tits online. Narwhal walks around completely naked, only partially darkens force fields to hide "the most sensitive places." And even then, I heard that's censorship imposed on TV and posters, but in battle she doesn't really bother much. And nothing, no one shames her behind her back.
"Am I at a bad time?" Victoria asks, taking off her dark glasses: "you look like..."
"Ah... no, nothing like that. Sit down. Just... someone leaked my intimate photos online. Oh I'll get her..." I threaten with my fist into space: "such a beast."
"Seriously?!" she makes a concerned face: "that's a crime. You need to file a report, there's nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to fear either. Let me help you and..."
"I'll handle it myself," I say: "oh she's going to dance for me. Lover of walking the edge..."
"Taylor! You can't handle it yourself! I've seen how you 'handle things yourself,' only corpses remain after you!"
"Hmm. That's a thought," I say. I wonder how many times in a row Lisa can... I'm multitasking after all, I...
"Don't make that face, you're scaring me," Victoria says: "let me try to contact Dragon, she can destroy almost all photos... but you know, if something gets on the net..."
"Ah, don't worry," I say: "you can't see the face there... and even if you could, so what. I'm just surprised. And this happens to all celebrities anyway. Look, I saw your photos in a swimsuit. And you can see everything through the fabric. A real high-resolution poster - I have it hanging in my bedroom."
"S-seriously?!" she blushes: "in your bedroom?!"
"Uh... but nothing like that. I mean I haven't... on you in a long time... I prefer Narwhal, calm down."
"What?! You used to... on me..."
"Just a few times!"
"Take that poster off the wall immediately!"
"Hey! It's my wall! And my poster! I paid eighteen dollars for it, by the way!"
"Seriously? They're that expensive?"
"Terribly expensive. Almost twenty bucks. I saved on breakfasts," I proudly raise my head: "and I'm not parting with it!"
"Almost twenty bucks," Victoria shakes her head: "how expensive. I didn't know. And they barely paid us anything for the shoots. Mom says it's good for the image, and we also signed a contract with Playboy."
"With Playboy? And where can I see your..."
"Chill! Only after I'm eighteen," Victoria raises her hand: "for now I'm advertising their products. This stupid tiara - I wear it all the time because of this contract."
"Really? And I thought you had delusions of grandeur walking around with a crown on your head."
"What! It's uncomfortable and makes my hair itch. And the costume design... I'm practically naked in it..."
"I like it," I nod and Victoria looks at me and moves away.
"Oh, come on," I say: "we're both girls. You don't need to fear me. I'm safe. We're girlfriends. Right now we could go to a hotel and lie there together completely naked and nothing would happen. Because we're girls, right?"
"I don't believe you one bit," she squints: "not one bit. You're a pervert and you have a girlfriend. By the way, isn't she jealous? I wouldn't want to make additional enemies for myself in one evening."
"Who? Tattletale? Oh, she adores you," I say. Victoria stares at me and I break immediately.
"Well okay. You... don't inspire enthusiasm in her, I suppose," I say: "but it was always like that. It's not because of me. Not because we're meeting today. She just doesn't really like people in general."
"I see. By the way, Amy also... isn't thrilled with you," she replies.
"As I expected," I shrug: "and we could be called colleagues. I'm also a healer... of sorts."
"You have healing abilities? Cool. You're just a 'grab bag cape.' I only have strength. Wait, so you can heal? Listen, maybe like Amy you could start working in a hospital, then you'd have a chance to atone for your sins."
"Yeah right," I scoff: "just like Mary Magdalene. But there's a nuance... I'm more likely to sin instead..."
"How can you sin by healing? Don't talk nonsense, Taylor."
"If to heal you I have to stick my tongue down your throat - that's how. And... the throat is the most innocent part."
"Ew, fuck! Taylor!"
"I can't help it, that's how the ability works," I spread my hands.
"Even your abilities are perverted!"
"It's not my fault."
"I don't know. It's somehow suspicious that everything about you is perverted. Even your sense of humor. Even healing abilities. Keep in mind, if I'm dying and you have this ability of yours to heal me - just let me die, okay? Don't stick anything in me."
"Sigh. Such a scheme fell through," I sigh sadly: "what? First beat you up, then save you. Then beat you up again and save you again. Beating you - minus karma, healing - plus karma. In total, the sum would be zero karma, but how much pleasure!"
"From sticking your tongue in me?" Vicky clarifies, blushing.
"Don't underestimate yourself. I'd get pleasure from the whole process. I also like beating you up."
"Taylor! Stop joking! We're... here on business!"
"Alright, alright," I raise my palms: "don't stress. I already ordered us food, your favorite latte in a large cup with caramel syrup. Come on, ask questions, or you know, let me... you have a curl that escaped..." I reach toward her with my hand and then my phone rings. Insistently. I curse. I take the phone. Of course, Tattletale. I answer.
"Hello?"
"Taylor! Under no circumstances touch her with your hands! No contact! Don't touch her skin! Never! Do you hear me?!"
"Uh..."
"Remove your hands! Move away from her! No physical contact between you!"
"What happened?!"
"Coil. Another probability line. There you died."