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Published:2019-08-09Updated:2020-04-09Words:77,966Chapters:19/?Comments:16Kudos:117Bookmarks:21Hits:4,844
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Chapter 5: Cognition 1.5
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Tedious. Waiting is ridiculously tedious, okay? Hey, Alabaster? Please appear soon. I'm getting really bored over here and I don't have any games installed on my phone, you know? Vampires read really fast, I'm already caught up on my Aleph comics and serialized novels! It's only been an hour and I've cleared half my backlog! That's some serious speed, but I'm getting really tired of waiting around!
I fiddled with my phone as I waited. I didn't get any text messages, it was pretty late and Panacea was working. Also Panacea was the only person who ever texted me. Maybe Kiss-Shot would if she had a phone? But other then that I realistically don't have any other people outside of my family with my phone number. It's not that I'm the kind of person who makes your eyes glaze over when you look at him, it's more that I'm the sort of person that creates an aura of 'absolute weirdness' that nobody wants to get involved in. It's not that surprising, really - look what happened when I went to go buy a young adult novel. 'I Went To Buy A Young Adult Novel And Now I've Become A Vampire?!' - written by Reki Kawihara, releasing this fall. I'd definitely pick up a copy, then hide it from everyone out of sheer embarrassment of having purchased such a book.
My phone apps were not very good at fulfilling my boredom. I didn't feel like reading, or watching anything. Instead, I browsed a popular webforum on my phone, not bothering to log in.
…
It's a pretty terrible post. Amazingly, there's not a single redeeming feature about this post in any way. It's one of the worst posts I've ever read in my entire life. I'd reply, but I don't really want to log in, and it seems like a hassle to get into an internet argument. But why would anyone even try to argue that Myrddin could totally beat any parahuman in the world? He's a third-stringer at best. There's no realistic way for him to win in a fight with the top echelon. Although, if Myrddin had prep time, he could absolutely defeat at least one of them in a battle. And, now that I think about it, with enough preparation time, Myrddin could definitely defeat two. Woah, wait, is Myrddin actually secretly super cool? Is he a very serious hero?
…
Nope, another burned building has been attributed to Myrddin. Please work on your collateral damage, Myrddin-san. It's negatively impacting the Boston Protectorate budget.
I put my phone away, instead choosing to broodily stare into the distance as I sat on top of my ship. It wasn't all that comfortable, but I didn't expect a broken ship to be an excellent seat in the first place. Even scanning the area was boring me; there was someone foraging for parts, and that was either Leet or Squealer. In the distance, if I squinted, I could see what was probably a brute moving things around. One of their arms was larger than the other, but I'd seen weirder mutations. I'd been to Palanquin before.
Case 53s were seriously a weird breed. No memories, but plenty of mutations. Was this vampirism Kiss-Shot had given me a similar mutation? It's not entirely out of the realm of possibilities, but I discarded the thought. Oshino had told me that parahumans and the supernatural don't mix, and as such, I have to assume that the nature of what I've become is entirely supernatural.
Someone knocked on my ship, and I peered off the edge of it. Below me was a group of people, a girl in a skintight red bodysuit and a man wearing a bulletproof vest over a blood red shirt. Surrounding them were mob characters, all wearing the exact same thing. I frowned. These people were definitely not Alabaster. The man waved up at me, and I waved back. The girl slapped him on the arm and he gave her what would be an affronted look if I could see under his mask.
Ah.
Wait.
I do know who these people are, don't I? It's one of those things that's totally obvious in hindsight, but at first glance you just think 'hey, isn't that the cape couple in Brockton Bay?' Which presents its own issues - for one, there are multiple cape couples in Brockton Bay, and each of them is simultaneously very well known and also not known at all. Like the weird rotating relationship Glory Girl had with someone from my school and Gallant. Seriously, Panacea, what's wrong with your sister? She's definitely two-timing one of them, right? Please get her the help she needs to be in a monogamous relationship! Not that I'm totally against open relationships or anything, it's just that I'm pretty sure Gallant has no idea she's dating someone from Arcadia as well! How's he going to deal with that in his civilian identity!?
The duo motions to me more aggressively, so I jump off the ship, landing on the ground with unnatural grace that isn't really befitting my character. We all look at each other for a moment, before the man kicks the ground in petulant disappointment.
"He's absolutely talentless in every way," he groused to the girl, who I could now see was wearing a skin-tight red bodysuit, and was definitely Othala. "I have never before met a person with absolutely no skills worth stealing. Even his ability to speak Japanese is adequate at best.
Woah, hey, is he really insulting my cultural heritage like that? I'm an excellent speaker of Japanese I'll have you know. There is no content that I don't comprehend in Japanese! It's meaningless to insult me like that!
"Wait," the man said, and if the girl was Othala, then he was clearly Victor. "He's got one obscure skill that I might want."
"Oh?" Othala asked, tilting her head. "What is it?"
"He can look at a girl and make a terrible approximation of their three sizes as long as they're under the age of-"
"I'm a gentleman, and most certainly not a lolicon, so I would appreciate it if you didn't finish that sentence!"
A beat passed, like a red frame.
"...I was going to say under the age of 25."
Oh. I had totally misjudged Victor. My apologies, Victor-san. Even if you are a Nazi, I shouldn't assume you would steal skills that would turn you into a degenerate. Unlike me, for I only appreciate the female form of women my own age.
"A-anyways, do you have the limbs?" I asked after a moment. Othala was looking at me with what I could definitely feel was disgust, even if I couldn't see her eyes underneath the full face mask she had. Why does she wear an eyepatch anyways? She's covered her entire face with her bodysuit! Isn't it totally pointless to put on an eyepatch over that!? In any case, why would a cape wear an eyepatch at all! It doesn't hide your identity even a little bit! Sure, thanks to Fleur's death people take using secret identities way more seriously but how can you have a normal life if you're just wearing an eyepatch as a mask!?
"Of course not," Victor replied bluntly, cracking his knuckles. "When we asked him what he'd done to piss off a powerful cape, Alabaster informed us that he hadn't done anything at all. There are no limbs."
What?
Wait, seriously, what? I saw Kiss-Shot's limbless form. She was definitely limbless right?
"No, that's impossible. He absolutely has her limbs, okay?"
The man shrugged his shoulders, and Othala crossed her arms as she looked away.
"We felt that… while Alabaster may have wronged you, there would be no need for further violence. If you simply accept our offer of mutual cooperation, everyone would be much happier, no?"
Mutual cooperation? I'm Japanese, you know? Don't you want to exterminate me?
"I can't cooperate if I don't have the limbs," I replied, my eyes narrowing beneath the domino mask. "Please just return them and we can all pretend that we never saw each other."
"I told you, he doesn't have any limbs."
There was a breath in the conversation, as we all looked at each other in this weird triangle of glances. My mind raced to figure out why Alabaster would lie about something so simple as this. Isn't he a criminal? Wouldn't he brag about his crime to his cape friends?
Oh.
Of course.
Alabaster can't tell them anything at all about the limbs of Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade. Alabaster, the cape, is nowhere near as strong as Weiss, the magician. Why he never bothered to reveal his actual level is unclear to me, but nobody would believe that Alabaster had taken down someone as ridiculously strong as Kiss-Shot. I looked at the two before me, ignoring the mob characters behind them.
"...So, how would I go about speaking to him myself?"
Victor laughed, and it was surprisingly genuine.
"You're not going to just waltz by every event we hold trying to find him are you? That'd be inconvenient for everyone involved. Just work with us, and you can meet him soon."
Work with them?
Work with them?
The audacity on display before me is ridiculous. I'm a minority, you know? Sure we asians may be 'model minorities' and all, but just because you ask me to work for you doesn't mean I'm going to get down on my knees and praise your existence.
I smiled, and Othala flinched.
"I don't particularly like that deal," I replied, cracking my neck. "Isn't there any way to move up the time table?"
Victor grinned at me, absurdly pleased by this situation. He nodded once, then twice, and raised his hand in the air. All the men behind him did as well. And Othala, looking around bewildered, eventually did it herself.
I did as well, just to fit in.
"SIEG HIEL!" They all yelled.
"..." I replied.
Victor lowered his arm first, walking backwards with Othala through the mob characters. I blinked at the movement, and tilted my head.
"Hey, you can't just leave! Aren't we about to square off? Raise our fists? Exchange some friendly banter before the battle?"
"Aren't you a bit out of your league?" He said, turning his head over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow. "Your costume isn't even done. Those are just ordinary clothes and domino mask. You don't even have any skills of value.
Wait, did he take my Three Sizes Detector? I'd worked hard to develop that skill! I took a brief glance at Othala just to check. 34… 12… 26?
"You're way off base, for one. That's not even close to her actual sizes," Victor said, making a face. "This is a seriously useless skill. How do you even go about developing something like this?"
I didn't tell him about the hours of practice I had spent to perfect my hidden technique. Not because I was embarrassed, because as a man, I of course spend a large amount of time staring at women. No, I didn't say a word.
This was because I had just remember Othala's power. As they were walking through the crowd of mob characters, she had touched most of them, always giving them a thumbs up, and a murmured word that my newly hypersensitive ears could easily detect. Usually it was 'good luck!' or 'do your best!' but one guy got a 'don't give up!' Woah, seriously Othala? He should absolutely give up immediately. Fighting's pretty dangerous, you know?
Victor grinned, a charming wide smile as he gave me a salute.
"See you in hell, new cape. Maybe you'll find some limbs on the way down."
He turned to leave.
This… this is a fight, isn't it? I could feel the hair raising on the back of my neck. If my heart had still been beating, this would be where it pounds. I took a deep breath, to prepare myself for something I had never done before.
I am going to completely dominate the battlefield. I had seen Karen do it once or twice, and Armsmaster did it most of the time. Lung as well. But all three of those people were ordinary humans, in two cases with a parahuman power backing them up. But the tragedy of that scenario is that they were still, sadly human.
The mob characters began to move towards me, each experimenting with the new powers that Othala had gifted them. One began to fly, the other started creating flames, and the last two both cracked their knuckles and grinned.
Oh, they must be the invincible ones.
I moved next to them in the blink of an eye, my hand already around the one on the right's arm as I lifted him over my head and jumped up in the air. Five, six, seven feet --
Then I smashed him into the ground.
Standing in the middle of the crater, I smiled at the rest of the mob characters, who were all viewing me more nervously. Really, just because you have a temporary power doesn't mean you're able to compete with an actual superhuman.
I heard a crack in the air, and gasped as something smacked against my shoulder. Looking down, there was a hole in my chest, right about where my heart would be. Oh yeah, Victor was an expert marksman, wasn't he?
I really shouldn't have let him leave.
Another gunshot carved through my arm, and I let out a cry of pain as it tore through my arm, the blood pouring out even as I was still looking at it. But why didn't it hurt when I fell off the building? This wasn't the convenient super-regeneration I was promised!
That was when one of the mob characters lit me on fire.
Having been on fire recently, I can tell you it was not a very good experience for me. Being on fire again in under a 24 hour period was absolutely not pleasant. I immediately dropped to the ground, rolling around to put out the flames as one of the two invincible mobs had started to approach me. Wow, superhuman senses are really useful, aren't they?
I grabbed his ankle as he came closer, and tossed him at the newly found pyrokinetic. The two stared at each other for a moment, perplexed, before their bodies crashed into each other, and formed a new dent in one of the many ships around the area.
This was so easy.
I laughed, jumping to my feet as I moved again, hopping up to grab the flier before he could get any further away and smiling at him. Then, I grabbed him, and dragged us both back to the ground. It was only nine feet, so it was fine.
This was so easy.
Moving again, I could see one of the mob characters starting to stand up, one of the invincible duo. Naturally, I couldn't allow such an occurrence, but I didn't really feel like moving over to him. Glancing to my left, I found the perfect weapon.
Picking up part of the wall of one of the broken ships, and rolled it into a simple line. A staff, or a spear basically. Tossing it up and down in my hand a few times, eventually I nodded, finding the weight to be acceptable. I spun it around, before turning towards the invincible mob.
Another gunshot ripped through my leg, bursting my kneecap into shards.
I stumbled. Of course, I fell. It was lucky that I had my iron rod already made, so I had something to lean on. I whimpered at the pain, letting out a gasp as I tried to stand back up, only to fall again. One of the mob characters looked at me in annoyance.
"All that talk for this? You're barely above even a human, aren't you?"
Hey.
Wait.
He's right, isn't he? Shouldn't I be more superhuman then I am? Shouldn't I have more willpower than I do? I grit my teeth, and grinned at him.
"Don't worry," I said with a smile, "I just didn't think any of you were worthy of my best."
This was, of course, a total lie. I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. Every part of me was terrified beyond all belief. I could barely think over the pain. But still, I stood up. I felt blood pouring out of my wounds, and their essence changing inside as it did. I could feel my body recreate itself every time I was shot. I could feel my organs rearranging themselves to avoid lethal damage.
I smashed my pole into his stomach, and watched him fly into a wall, which he barreled through with ease before crumpling to the ground. Wow, that one looked like it seriously hurt. Good thing he was invincible, right? I could see him blinking and gasping even from here, so he was definitely fine.
The rest of them were moving closer to me, and I was growing frustrated. Fighting wasn't supposed to be this easy, right? Sure, it hurt a lot, but I've never been in any serious danger. It's basically an elaborate dance right now, with little to no fear for my safety. There was no threat of death in this kind of battle, and all I felt was.
Bored.
This was so, so boring.
Is this just another part of what it means to be an 'immortal being', like Kiss-Shot? I don't even feel threatened and I've been shot multiple times. I cupped my hands around my mouth, making sure not to stab myself in the face with my spear, and shouted.
"OOOOI! VICTOR!"
Nobody replied for a moment. He was obviously still here. They wouldn't just leave all of their random mob characters out to dry, would they? Just because they didn't have superpowers anymore didn't make them worthless, right?
"I BEAT YOUR TRASH MOBS! LET ME FIGHT THE MIDBOSS!"
"Please don't refer to them as trash mobs, it's embarrassing," Othala said as she moved back through the mob characters, touching them to heal wounds and helping them recover.
"Ehhh, isn't he kind of right, though?" Victor scratched the back of his neck. "Even though they're trained by the incredible me, who knows seven hundred and sixty three ways to kill someone and that's just unarmed, they can't even take down one cape? He's just a basic Brute package, too. Did you see the way he was bleeding all over the place? You were right, he did look like a bleeder."
Oy oy, are you seriously insulting me right now? I took out four people alone, right? Even if I got hurt, it's not like it was difficult or anything.
"Don't mock him Victor," Othala said, and I could see her mask twitch like she was smiling. "He's trying his best, and it's simply all he can do, is it not?"
We all looked at each other for a moment, and the air breathed around us. Nobody moved, except for their compatriots crawling out of the line of fire. After all, this was a cape fight. My wounds were already healed entirely, and Victor and Othala were pretty dangerous. I'd have to take out Othala first, even if I didn't like hurting girls. But is a Nazi really equivalent to an ordinary girl, like Panacea? It's pretty doubtful, right?
"I'm just getting started," I lied, smiling. I couldn't feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, as my veins no longer pumped at all. "Don't worry, I'll only beat you half to death. That way you can tell Alabaster to show up tomorrow night."
I couldn't go out in the day. That meant that today, as a whole, was pretty much a wash. I hadn't found Alabaster. I didn't have any leads as to where Kiss-Shot's limbs would be located. I didn't even know where the next time the Empire might meet would be. But, in spite of all that, I was smiling.
"Othala, look! He can smile! Isn't it amazing how fights bring everyone together?" He leaned against her shoulder, twirling a gun in his hand. "It's really lucky that he's a Brute too! That means we don't have to hold back."
Victor raised his hand, and Othala slapped hers against it. What power did she give him? What could their tag-team attack be?
Then he rushed me. I was a bit shocked honestly, so I didn't move. We were 25 feet apart.
He cleared it in under a second.
Three shots. One to my stomach. One to my knee. One to my shoulder. I fell, bleeding on the ground with a choked gasp as Victor stood over me, bouncing on his feet. I could feel the bullets moving through my body, slowly dropping out the back as the blood seeped into the ground and I coated the Boat Graveyard with more of my DNA.
"Come on," he said, smiling. "Get up! You're new and all, but there's some real potential for you! I've shot you in three non vital spots, see?"
He spun his gun in his hand, twirling it by the trigger. "I'm an expert at almost everything. There's nothing that I can't do. You're the kind of person who relies entirely on your natural talents, right? Someone as incredible as me will always beat someone as ordinary as you. But in a scenario where both of us have powers, you're stronger than me. That means in theory, you're one of the worst opponents for me. I'm just an ordinary human without Othala around."
This was true, and I stood up again, leaning against my spear as I looked at him. Why was he even bothering to lecture me in the first place? Weren't we fighting?
"But experience can defeat strength any time. So go learn new skills, new cape. And when you do, come meet me again, so I can steal them from you."
I hurled my spear at his face. Why did he keep talking?
"Haha! Good thing Othala picked the right powers to give me," he said. He grabbed the spear out of the air, and began moving up as he twirled it expertly. "Now here. Let me show you how it's done."
He raised his hand, and out of nowhere, Othala smacked hers against it. His muscles rippled, twisting and turning a deep shade of red as his grin grew wider and wider. He spun my spear a few more times, then threw it up and down, catching it before nodding.
I didn't even see when it came flying back. I only heard a squelching noise and felt an emptiness on my right side. Looking down, I froze.
Where my right arm once was, there was a void. An empty space. The place where my arm originally belonged was gone. I let out a choked noise at the pain, and I could feel fear enter my body. Kiss-Shot, you were wrong. I'm definitely going to die here. I'm going to die. There's nothing that can save me from Othala and Victor.
I tried to stumble away, and heard him sigh behind me.
"Man, every time. Othala, we have to find some better fighters. This is kind of embarrassing, right? Do you think we could beat up Hookwolf together?"
She chuckled, but all I could feel was pain, and something rumbling in my chest. An essence I couldn't ignore, and I broke out into a run.
"Okay! We'll find you in a bit, new cape! Don't give up before then, okay?"
I ran.
I ran as fast as I could. Ten meters. One hundred meters. Two hundred meters. The thing in my chest grew and grew into a roar, until I had to stop with a gasp, feeling something on my right side. Shakily looking down, I saw a hand, scrambling at the air, covered in blood.
I could feel it. My 'arm' had already been 'replaced' by what Kiss-Shot had given me. Grasping at it with my left, I pulled my right arm out of my insides. The sound was disgusting, and I'm ashamed to admit that I cannot repeat anything I said in polite company.
But looking at it, moving it, I knew that I had truly ascended to an existence beyond humanity.
Turning around I looked back towards where Othala and Victor were. I could see Victor still, and he gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up as I looked back at him. He was waving my spear around excitedly, and Othala and him smacked hands again before he tossed it at me.
When did he steal the ability to become an Olympic javelin thrower!? Isn't this a bit ridiculous?! How am I supposed to compete --
My body moved on its own. I didn't expect it to, but it did. My hands grabbed the spear as it smashed through my stomach, and already the essence inside of me began to churn, swirling as I removed it with a shout as it repaired my insides. I waved at Victor with the spear. It was a good spear, but it needed to go.
I focused.
All I knew was 'the spear' and the 'trajectory'. While I may not be an Olympic javelin thrower, for as Victor said, I am totally talentless in every way. The most common person for an expert to lose to is an amateur. An amateur will make decisions that an expert never would. They'll see feints as flaws in someone's guard, a lethal bow as 'something I can dodge'. In a street fight, the most dangerous thing someone can do is assume it's like a martial art. And Victor was a master of hundreds of martial arts.
I threw the spear. Victor and Othala both watched it, and I smiled as Victor began to move, shoving Othala out of the way before the spear came home to the ground.
Directly through his leg.
He fell with a cry, and Othala started to scramble towards him. I moved towards the two, scratching the back of my head.
"Seriously, can we just pause for a moment? I just want to talk to Alabaster."
"Haah, haah," Victor panted, or laughed. It was hard to tell, because of what was clearly an incredible pain. "You're a bit of a cheat, aren't you?"
"It's a fight, not a dance," I said bluntly and crossed my arms. "I'm not trying to show you the perfect ending or anything. I'm trying to make you stop attempting to kill me."
Although it was unclear if they could do something like that. Even just being in the fight made me feel stronger than I was before, more sure of what I could do. But why? Capes didn't work like that. You didn't become 'a stronger person' just because you 'tried your best'. That's not how the world works at all. Was it because of the supernatural element to my powers?
"W-what do you want?" Othala stammered at me, making me feel a little bit bad. I had just speared her husband through and beaten up all of her guards. "W-what are you going to do to us?"
I blinked at them, tilting my head. "Let you go obviously."
A beat, like a white frame.
"What?"
They said it in unison, like they were both the same person. That's not your hidden power, right? You aren't both secretly the same human and I just don't see it, right?
"Well, I need someone to tell Alabaster I'm waiting for him. If I take you with me then aren't I just adding to the problem? I don't have an issue with either of you, I have an issue with Alabaster."
I looked at Victor for a moment, as he lay with a spear through his leg. Having been in such a position recently, I walked over to him and yanked it out. He glared at me sullenly and didn't say anything.
"Othala, please heal Victor. He's looking at me like I've seriously wronged him, even though what I did had no malice behind it."
"You had no malice when you launched a spear at me and he shoved me out of the way?"
"Of course not. That'd be absurd, right? I just wanted to make sure he couldn't fight anymore," I said, fiddling with my spear. It was a pretty good weapon, but I didn't really need one. I'd have to pick up some manga to learn some serious fighting techniques for Alabaster.
Othala shakily laid a hand on Victor's leg, and I saw it pulse with light as she quietly began her work. Victor looked at me for a moment, before laying back and sprawling out his arms.
"Haaah, even the incredible me knows when he is defeated. As amazing as I am, you new cape, are simply more amazing. I, Victor, will most certainly deliver Alabaster your message. It's Friday night, right? The two of you will meet on Sunday. Even if it's just for him to explain that he doesn't have any limbs that you might want."
I nodded, offering him a hand as Othala finished to help him up. Even though we'd just been fighting, I really hadn't wanted to hurt him too badly. He hopped up and down on his leg a few times, before barking out a laugh.
"As always, good as new! I'd offer to let Othala touch you up, but even I'm not stupid enough to offer help to the enemy. Kaiser would be furious if someone put you back into perfect condition before you had to fight Alabaster."
He extended a hand, and I shook it. A smug smile came over his face, and I froze. What skill had he taken from me this time? Was it something important? Something dangerous?
He let go, and pointed at Othala.
"36! 22! 39!"
She fidgeted under his gaze, and my eyes glued onto her as I tried to do it myself. But my hidden technique wouldn't activate. Victor had completely stolen my 'Three-Size Detector'. Victor looked at me with a grin, clenching a hand in victory.
"As always, even when I lose, I come away the victor! Goodbye, new cape! I'll put your skill to the greatest use!"
What was he going to do with it, tell Purity her three sizes in the middle of a meeting? Actually, having spoken to Victor now, he would absolutely do that. Victor, please do not antagonize the strongest Blaster in the city. It'll end badly for you.
I waved to them as they left, their guards picking themselves up and following after them. You know, for Nazis, they weren't all that bad. Sure, they'd absolutely have wanted to kill me if they'd known I was Asian under my mask, but as people they were pretty ordinary. They probably thought of cape fights as some kind of date night or something. Biting my lip, I pulled out my phone again. No messages. But Panacea was definitely right.
I needed to try to be a better friend.
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