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The Powered Universe: Chapter 2

Leto feels the air behind her arm surge forwards as she tries to hit Malcolm just below his sternum. His hand grabs her curled fist and holds her arm still as he moves his knee closer to her now exposed stomach. A sudden wall of air shoves its way into his body. He falls onto his back, Leto’s fist still securely in his grip.

She jerks forwards, and grunts as the twin soles of thick leather boots make contact with her ribs. Not hard enough to break anything, but she’s definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. The boots dig into her as Malcolm pulls her into them using her arm, and she’s lifted off her feet and flung forwards and over her prone Mentor. 

She uses some strong wind to keep her from falling, and to help her flip around in time to dodge the hand zipping towards her face. She catches the elbow that tries to hit her. Wind sweeps Malcolm’s feet from under him, and she shoves him to the ground. One leg over his shins, the other on his chest, and both of his hands pinned in hers, Leto grins in victory.

“I think I win this one.” She says, and Malcolm’s face gains a horrifyingly familiar grin.

“Do you?”

He swings a leg out from under Leto and raises it up. Stumbling slightly at the sudden change in balance, he curls his leg around hers and pulls it until she falls forwards. Rolling behind Leto and onto his feet, Malcolm grabs one arm and kicks her to the ground. Using her free arm, Leto pushes her and Malcolm into the air. 

She twists her arm out of his grip, and watches as he falls down again. This time, though, she pushes air up under her feet to keep her airborne. 

Malcolm looks up at her, his brows downturned slightly as he chews on his lip. Then, he nods and starts clapping.

“Good work.” He says. “Now, how do you go down without falling?”

Leto looks down. At ten feet, as long as she distributes her weight nothing should be broken. But without falling?

She takes a step forwards, and the air pushes against her foot as it ‘lands’. She takes a step down, and the same thing happens. And another. And another. 

Her feet hit real ground. Malcolm gives her a congratulatory pat on the back. “Take a shower. I’ll meet you outside.”

With that, he walks out of the training room, leaving Leto alone, panting as exhaustion starts to reach into her joints. 

She leaves her hair down after getting all the excess moisture out with the facility towels. It’s a lighter brown than her Mom’s, so are her eyes. Her long, pointed nose is the only part of her Mom that she got.

The sensation of fingers running through her hair startles Leto, but turning around she sees nobody else in the changing room. She shivers, turning back to face the mirror, and dry hair hits the back of her neck.

Oh.

She whispers a small thank you, and smiles a little as a curl of warm air brushes against her face. She finishes putting everything back into her bag, and swings it over her shoulder as she finally leaves for the day. 

Malcolm is waiting outside for her, leaning against the wall by the door with a cigarette between his fingers. He glances at her, and hums something. He lets go of his cigarette as it lights up a blinding white, and disappears into ash. 

“What are you doing?” Leto asks him. He’s never waited before. 

“I heard you graduated last week.”

Leto has to take a moment to fully process his words. “Yeah, I did.” She pulls her bag strap so that her bag is behind her instead of at her side. “Why?”

He stands up straight. “You turned eighteen this spring. Your contract with AHA states that starting at the start of next month you need to spend the next two years dedicated to Hero work. No job, no college.”

Leto’s heart skips a beat. “Am I compensated for any of that?”

“After your first year, when you get your tier assignment. Or if they let you get an office job, which they’ll only do if you end up being hopelessly incompetent.”

Leto grabs onto her bag strap to hide how much her hands are shaking. Her Mom didn’t let her work until this point because she wanted Leto to focus on school as much as possible between Hit training. She was going to get a job this summer. Was. She can’t.

Because of a contract her Mom signed when Leto was not even ten years old. A contract that she’s never seen. A contract that has defined her life for nine years. And will continue to for the next two, at least.

“Walk.” Malcolm’s harsh voice breaks through Leto’s catastrophizing. He’s a few steps ahead of her already, and she quickly falls in stride beside him.

Leto looks straight ahead. “Why didn’t you say this sooner?”

She can feel Malcolm’s eyes burning through her skull. “Why didn’t you?”

“What teenager in high school doing essentially four hours of extracurricular every day is going to think to go look at some piece of paper signed almost a decade ago?”

“A responsible one.”

Leto feels an incredulous laugh leave her mouth. “I don’t know what kind of childhood you had, but most high schoolers don’t have to worry about contracts and legal or financial repercussions of them. Not to mention, until now, I’ve only been told that I have a required number of hours per week training.”

At the mention of childhood, Malcolm’s steps halter for just a moment. He glances at Leto with an expression she’s never seen on his face. She thinks maybe he’s going to say something, but he just looks forward again and resumes his pace. 

She walks beside him in silence for the next several minutes, taking the occasional turn into a part of the city she’d never explored before. 

It’s…unremarkable. It’s not grungy or disheveled, nor neurotically clean and precise. There’s a clear amount of care put into keeping the buildings up, but not enough to power wash them every month, or even every year. Some of the apartment windows have taped up decorations, some are covered by curtains or blinds, some are just left empty. The business signs are clean, but not sterilized. Many seem to be small, hole-in-the-wall shops and restaurants, and there’s a few people wandering around inside the open ones. 

“Where are we going?” Leto asks as she realizes that she’s been following Malcolm almost blindly. 

“A friend’s. We’re almost there.”

“Why?”

“They’ll be able to help you.”

“Can I talk to my Mom first?”

Malcolm falters for a second time. That look from earlier shows up again too, and Leto raises an eyebrow at him. She stops walking and crosses her arms, trying to look confident. “What, didn’t expect that I’d want to talk about this to someone?”

He shakes his head. “No, no, not that. Just,” He looks off into space for a moment, “just forgot. You can call her now, but we- I can only meet them tonight. You can-” He groans as he rubs a hand over his face. “It’s complicated. For me. Call your mom, if you want, but we need to meet them tonight.”

Leto can’t help the curiosity that comes over her at Malcolm’s stumbling and stuttering. In the almost two years that he’s been Mentoring her, not once has he ever lost his composure. Not a single slip up in the cool, detached demeanor that he held up, and now it’s started to crumble.

She gets her phone out of her bag, and calls her Mom. She watches Malcolm as it rings, and rings, and rings, and rings. His face settles back into its typical impassivity.

The person you have called is not available.

“Hey Ma, I’m probably going to be late tonight. Malcolm is taking me somewhere. I’ll send you the address when I get there. Love you.” She puts her phone in her jean pocket, and looks at Malcolm. “Okay, take me to this super important person that you can only see tonight.”

He doesn’t even deign her with a response before continuing his previous pace down the sidewalk. It’s easy to catch up with the sudden distance, since her stride is longer than his, but it’s harder to cross the now uncomfortable silence between them.

The more she thinks about it, the more off her Mentor has been this whole impromptu journey. He seemed normal when they had sparred not even an hour earlier, so what changed? Did he learn about her contract stipulations while she was cleaning up? Or did this elusive friend of his let him know they were available? Maybe some third, even more secret thing she can’t even dream of happened.

Malcolm stops in front of an apartment complex. Leto watches as he stares at the call buttons mounted next to the front door, and tries to search his face for any change in expression, something to let her know what he’s thinking. Not a single muscle twitch as he raises a finger and presses one of the buttons. 

“Who is it?” The speaker crackles as someone’s voice filters through.

“It’s me.” Malcolm answers, and there’s a moment of silence as the person on the other side seems to think about it.

“The speakers are shit. Me who?”

He groans in frustration, the most emotion he’s outwardly expressed outside of when she lands a particularly good hit. “Malcolm.”

There’s no response from the person on the other side. The front door’s lock clicks, and Malcolm opens it and gestures for her to go first. The door clicks shut behind them, and Leto follows Malcolm up the stairs one slow step at a time.

One floor.

Two floors. 

Three floors.

Not a single word is said between them as they step onto the fourth floor and start walking down the hallway. It’s tense, at least on Leto’s end. She doesn’t know what Malcolm is thinking, or feeling, or if he’s even doing any of those things at all. 

He stops in front of door 418. Leto stops behind him, and watches as he hesitantly puts his arm up and raps on the door once.

Silence. He goes to knock a second time, but the sound of heavy footfalls stops him. The sound of a chain rattling, and a deadbolt sliding back is followed by the violent opening of the wooden door, revealing a person who immediately slams the door shut when she sees Malcolm’s face. 

Leto almost jumps out of her skin at the sudden sound. Malcolm knocks on the door again, this time hitting it more than once.

“Fyn, come on. At least let the kid in.” He begs, and there’s an edge to his voice that Leto didn’t know he could have. “She has nothing to do with this.”

The door clicks open again, and Leto actually gets a good look at them this time. They lean against the doorframe, brown arms crossed over their chest. Their worn fingerless gloves curl around their fisted hands, which show signs of mild burn scars. Their braided mohawk falls in front of their face slightly, which is the only reprieve Malcolm gets from their fierce glare. 

They have ten visible piercings in total. A pair of snake bites that look like bats, their ouroboros nose ring, three hoop piercings in each of their upper ears, and one earring in their right ear that looks like a spider hanging down on silk. Their vest and jeans are covered in various patches of all shapes and sizes, and there’s the hint of tattoos covering various scars on their chest that the vest barely covers.

They’re the coolest person Leto’s ever met in her whole life, and they look like they want to kill Malcolm where he stands. Their dark brown eyes move away from Malcolm to stare right at her. Their expression softens, and they sigh

“You can come in.” They move to the side to let Leto in. Their glare returns as they see Malcolm start to turn away. “Both of you.”

Her mentor’s jaw clenches, but he turns and walks ahead of her into the apartment. As Leto follows him in, Fyn gives her a small, gentle smile, and closes the door.

The apartment is small, and tidy. There’s no furniture outside of the table and couch, although there are few bookshelves that hold an eclectic collection of items. There’s a few succulent plants, some handmade figurines, and a few pictures and pieces of art put into cheap frames scattered amongst various trinkets. A couple frames are put face down, and she notices a thin layer of dust on top of them as she sits down on the couch next to Malcolm.

Fyn drags the chair at the table in front of the pair, and sits down in it. “So.” They cross their arms and lean back in the chair. Their dark eyes are staring right at Malcolm, who is refusing to look at their face. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

Leto looks at the man sitting next to her. His hands are in the top most pockets of his pants, and his eyes are staring at some blank spot on the wooden floor. Fyn shifts to lean forwards, elbows on their legs. They turn their attention to her.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Fyn.” They smile at her gently, and Leto feels some of the tension rise away from her shoulders.

“Leto.” She returns the introduction with a nod. She glances at the shelves. “I, uh, like the plants.”

Fyn’s smile reaches their eyes. “Thanks. I’m sometimes out of the city a few days at a time, so it’s easier to have something that doesn’t need to be watered as often.” The reach to the side and pick up a small round cactus. “And some of them make great improvised weapons.”

Leto looks at the door, which has two different deadbolt locks and a chain in addition to the key lock. “You didn’t lock up after us.”

“That’s because he’s here.” Fyn nods to Malcolm, who still hasn’t looked at them. “Y’know, Mal, a little heads up would’ve been nice.”

He shifts a little bit. “I didn’t know where you were until a little bit ago, and I didn’t know how long it’d be before I had another free evening.”

They hum dismissively. “Yeah, I know. I had to put my address in the incident report, and the big old HA would never let you talk to me after-”

“I know, that’s why I’m here now. Shit, Fyn, I’m trying.” Malcolm interrupts them, and finally meets their gaze. “Can’t you see that?”

Malcolm has never looked or sounded more desperate in his life. Leto doesn’t think she should be watching this, hearing this, experiencing this complete deconstruction of a person who’s been nothing but distant and put together. Fyn hasn’t even done anything, not from what she’s seen in the few minutes she’s been here. 

“I can’t, Malcolm. You look like shit, you brought a fucking child here with no explanation, you’ve completely retracted from not only me but everyone else over the last who knows how many years. Mal, why’d you bring a kid into this?!” Their voice slowly starts to get louder as they go on, and they gesture wildly at Leto. “She has nothing to do with our bullshit, much less yours, so why are you getting her involved?”

Malcolm looks at Leto, then back at Fyn. “She’s going to get involved no matter what. She’s my mentee.”

Fyn scoffs, and leans back into the chair. “What a great job you’re doing at it.”

Malcolm’s fists clench, then unclench, and he releases a loud sigh. “Fyn, look, be as mad at me as you want, but I think Leto would benefit from having someone like you in her life.”

Leto whips her head to look at him  with as much visible confusion as she can muster. “What? What does that mean?”

“I’ve seen where you live, and I know how much your mom works. Fyn is separate from all of that.” He looks at them. “And they’re also one of the most hard working, kind people I know.”

“You don’t know me.” Fyn argues. “You haven’t known me since we were 19.”

That starts another argument between Fyn and Malcolm, one which both of them refuse to back down, but Leto isn’t paying attention. She feels sick, and faint, and she wants everyone to shut up, and then she passes out.

First Chapter

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Ayo! Idk if you've received the ask cuz you haven't anwered it yet and i know tumblr loves being a functional webbed site (/lh /s), and it's been a while so i thought i'd re-send!

What kind of minecraft mobs/hybrids do you think everyone would be? Can be "main" story and BI, or both? (<- desperate for BI crumbs /lh)

If minecraft isnt your forte this could also be extended to dnd!!

Ahhhh i’ll do both for both!!!

For the main story:

Electrode is an enderman, and a sorcerer/artificer

Virtue is a villager, and a rogue

Leto is a parrot, and a druid

For BI (and yes i get the BI crumbs):

Gemini is a wolf (duh lol), and a barbarian/druid

Airael is a bat, and a bard/rogue

Bug is a snow golem, and also a bard

Cato is an ocelot and a bard

Malcolm is a wandering trader, and a wizard/rogue

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𝐒𝐨𝐥 𝟎𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  You knew these people two years ago, but can you fall back into the way things used to be?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: will be listed when they apply

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

a/n this starts pre-canon in the school year before Wednesday shows up, This is big time Slow Burn, strap in.

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From the corner of your dorm room to the closet-like room back home, all potions breweries smelled the same. Nevermore was no different. The potions classroom smelled deep and earthy, like walking through a moss covered forest. The air was smokey from the open flames, and tasted powerful from the sheer amount of relics and ingredients present. It was comforting. 

Your assigned brewing stand was against the side wall, a large window overlooking the quad by your side. Marcella, your partner, sat next to you. She was flipping through the new text books that had been passed out, examining the title chapters and occasionally stopping to examine a picture. 

You liked Marcella. At dinner, you had learned much about her. Marcella had been going to Nevermore for two years with her twin brother, Ajax. She was seventeen, liked the color red, and absolutely hated country music. Her favorite food was Kimchi-jjigae, she was from urban Oregon, and she loved scented candles. Macella liked to laugh at your dumb jokes and could carry a conversation like it weighed nothing. 

“The hell is conocybe pileus and why do I have to juice it?” Marcella was now hunched over the book, her face scrunched in question. She was reading the ingredient list for the assigned potion of today; a potion of clarity. A simple brew that shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. You had made it before for when some of the pills would cloud your mother’s mind. You had also learned, thanks to Leto, that it was a great way to help clear out a hangover. 

“It’s the top of a type of mushroom.” you answered Marcella, sliding on your heat preventative gloves. “You just kinda squeeze it until the mushroom juice comes out.” you mimed it, tightly balling your hands into a fist.

She chuckled, whispering  “mushroom juice” under her breath, eyes still glued to the page. “We also need to grab some alchemists paste, han fibers and shreiker’s blood.” 

“I can start grinding the lotus root.” Marcella got up and walked to the storage closet. 

Even through the chunky leather of your heat resistance gloves, you were able to peel the skin off of the delicate bulb and began grinding them in the provided mortar and pestle. Adding the first one to the cauldron full of spring water, you began to peel the second.

Marcella hummed slightly as she placed the rest of the ingredients on the table. She picked up the final lotus root, watching you struggle slightly. 

“Why are you wearing gloves?” through your periphery, you saw her pause before dropping the plant like it burned her “These aren’t dangerous for us, right?”

You chuckled, throwing the root down in the mortar and pestle. “No. I’m wearing them because it's still summer.” You began grinding down 

“What?” pure confusion laced her voice 

“It’s because the sun is still so close to earth.” you scraped the edges of the bowl before going back for a second pass. 

“I’m not following.” You dumped the second batch into the cauldron. 

“I get my powers from the sun.” You picked up the final root and began peeling “Whenever it is closer to the earth, they get stronger. Because it’s when the sun is the closest, summer is the worst season. It makes it a little harder to control, so I wear the gloves as a precaution, especially when making potions.” 

Marcella nodded, watching your hands move. 

“For example..” you began grinding again “accidentally cooking the lotus root would turn this into a potion of confusion.” You swiped the edges of the mortar “And, if we boil the shreiker’s blood too early, it would become more of a paste than a liquid.” Into the cauldron it went. 

Looking into the large pot, you stirred the mixture until clear. Marcella had begun to squeeze the liquid from the mushroom caps. 

“Doesn’t it get annoying, wearing the gloves and everything?” 

“I mean… kinda.” you reached for the alchemy paste “It definitely gets old, having to constantly think about it.” you put the white goo into the mortar and took just a pinch of han fibers “But I’ve never known anything different.” you started to grind the two together

“I get that” she put the vial of the mushroom juice into the potion “It’s like me with my snakes. Yeah, wearing a hat all the time can be kind of a pain, but it’s just a part of life, ya know.” she stirred. “Besides, I would hate to stone someone.”

“What’s it like to be stoned?” the second you said it, you knew you probably shouldn’t have. To your relief, Marcella didn’t seem to mind. 

“It’s weird.” Marcella reached for the sheiker’s blood “It’s like a blind panic when it happens, and then you wake up a day later still panicking.” She carefully put a few drops into the cauldron. “You’re stiff for like a week afterwards and your mouth tastes like dust.”

You hummed in contemplation, still grinding the mixture. By now, the white paste had turned a dull pink from the han fibers. 

“That doesn’t sound fun.” you reached for the spoon

“It’s not, but what are you gonna do?” she shrugged, and put the spoon in your outstretched hand. 

You scooped the goo into the spoon and dipped it into the clear liquid. Taking a quick glance at the text, you spun it clockwise and read the incantation from the book. Pulling out the spoon, the now glowing liquid bubbled more intensely before instantly calming to a clear, blue liquid. Grabbing a ladle from the station drawer, you spooned it into a vial. 

“A potion of clarity.” you handed the bottle your partner to write on. In the short time you had known her, you had already realized Marcella had better handwriting than you. After bottling the rest of the potion, you and Marcella cleaned your station until the bell to change classes. Unlike a regular school bell, it was deep in tone, and reminded you of a giant grandfather clock. 

The halls of Nevermore were not as crowded as you remembered them. Maybe it was because you were older, but everything seemed a little smaller. The pillars were not as looming and the thought of going through the quad was not as daunting. Still, you planned to just go back to your room during your lunch period. 

Walking along, a glimpse of color caught your eye amongst the gray of the stone; you stopped to examine. On one singular tile was a small landscape. Leaning closer you lifted up your sunglasses to peer at the art. 

You always wore the tinted shades to cover the constant glow of your yellow eyes; the only physical trait of your father passed down. You blinked rapidly at the sudden invasion of light unflitered as your eyes adjusted. 

The bright greens of the field and the blue of the sky stood out against the graying stone. It was so incredibly detailed. You could make out a bird in the sky, the shadow of a deer in the background woods, and even a beetle on a closer blade of grass. It was enchanting 

“Do you like it?” You jumped, whipping around to see Xavier Thorpe watching you closely. You were sure you looked like a deer in the headlight, and you felt like a child caught stealing desert. Chuckling at your reaction, Xavier extended his hand, fingers flexing at his artwork.

“Watch.”

As you stared at the painting, you could see the tall grass start to move as if bowing in the wind. You could hear the buzz of bees and the chirping of the bird you had spotted. A small smile graced your lips at the scene. You could almost smell the sweetness of the morning dew that lingered on the grass

“I did that at the end of term last year.” he pulled his hand back, and the paint lost its life.

“It’s beautiful.” you looked up at the boy 

“Thanks.” he smiled, eyes remaining forwards. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t think he did either. 

Xavier was different from when you had last known him. He had grown quite a bit taller, and finally fit into his lanky arms. His hair was much longer than his previous undercut, and his cheekbones had only gotten sharper. While you had seen him at the funeral, the difference was much more drastic up close. The Xavier you had known two years ago would have never painted the bricks at Nevermore. Back then, he was a stickler for rules, full of anxiety of what his actions would do against his father’s reputation. Even from this short encounter, you saw how differently he carried himself; he wasn’t so tense.

You were sure you were different as well. You had definitely gotten taller in the last two years and had filled out a bit as well. You were sure he remembered you just as well as you remembered him, but you just didn’t know how to word it. How would you? “Hi, I’ve been gone for two years, let's just be friends again”? “I know the last time you saw me was when my mom died, but let's just pretend that didn’t happen”?  No. 

So, you were stuck looking at the painting for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

“How have you been, (Y/N)?” he was the first one to speak 

“I’ve been okay. It’s nice to be back at Nevermore.” You looked over at him to see Xavier already watching you. He quickly averted his eyes back forward. “You?” 

“I’m alright.” 

You scuffed your boot against the floor. 

“Would you like to come sit with us?” his words were rushed as he spoke, the usual coolness of his voice replaced with nerves. 

“Huh?” 

“At lunch.” he quickly added “it’s pretty much everyone from” he paused “before you uh, ya know…” he trailed off.” he was so painfully trying not to bring the funeral up and your two year absence.

“That would be nice.” 

The table the group occupied was in a different corner of the cafeteria than the one you sat at the previous night with Marcella. At it sat all of your old friends: Kent, Yoko, Divina, Rowan, and plus two new people. Xavier explained on the way. 

The first was a gorgon boy. His name was Ajax and he was Marella’s twin brother; who wasn’t there because she had a different lunch period. He was goofy and obviously unaware of it. It was fun. The second was another siren, a girl named Bianca. She had only come to Nevermore two years ago, so you never met her before. She was gorgeous with her full lips and siren eyes. 

Bianca emitted authority to the point where it made shrink into yourself a little as you sat down. Still, she smiled with shining teeth and held out her hand to you. 

“You must be (Y/N). Everyone’s told me so much about you.” You took her manicured hand into your gloved one and shook. You didn’t hold on for too long. Even through the gloves, one could still feel the heat, especially now from your racing neveres.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she nodded, as if your reaction had garnered her approval. 

Somewhat expecting Xavier to sit at the open spot by your side, he walked around and slid in next to Bianca. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into his side.

Oh. 

It didn’t take a genius to put it together that they were thing. You felt the need to look away, an awful heat rising towards your face. You didn’t even know why you cared, but you did. You wished for anyone to talk so you would have a reason to think of something else. 

“How are you, babe.”

Oh thank god. It was Yoko who spoke. She looked over at you through her circled framed glasses and tapped her nails against the wooden table top.

“I’m okay enough. I missed you guys.” a chorus of “me too” filled the table Now just ignoring Bianca and Xavier, you fell into conversation. “What’s new with everyone. I was really bad at staying in touch.” 

It wasn’t a lie. You had been rather bad at keeping a regular correspondence with everyone while taking care of your mother. You had basically missed two years of everyone’s lives. 

Yoko’s permanent fangs had finally grown in. Kent had gone to Australia for a whole summer. Rowan’s telekinesis had gotten stronger to where he could move small buildings. Divina had charmed her way onto a filming set and had been an extra in a music video. It was somewhat overwhelming to hear all you had missed. 

After the initial tension of time was gone, it was easy to fall back into the way things were before. Making dumb expressions at Yoko for laughs, lovingly poking fun at Kent with everyone, swapping your food with Divina’s, casually debating with Xavier over random topics. Ajax had fit right in by making dumb yet funny jokes and contributing to the debates. Even Bianca had seemed to have carved a spot for herself, making small quips at Kent and adding her own opinions into the conversation. You had jumped in your seat when the bell had rang, not even thinking ten minutes had gone by, let alone 40. 

Standing up, you slung your school bag over your shoulder, and waited for everyone to be ready. Having your next class with Rowan, the pair of you walked off, laughing at Kent as he tripped over his shoe. A calming warmth washed over you as you and Rowan walked through the semi crowded halls. Everything was just like before; a small piece of the past could still live on.  

I made this an x reader but the only physical description is your eyes bc of your lineage (child of helios). I imagine them like Leto’s eyes from Lore Olympus. 

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TPU Chapter One: The Warehouse (D1)

Zephyr remembers when she was first picked up by an agency.

She was one of the 5% of the human population to have the Powered gene, giving her powers. She also was one of the even fewer Powered to be picked up by one of the Superhero Agencies. They helped her train how to be a more precise flier and helped her learn basic martial arts.

Of course, with her rise in prominence, there came someone else. Electrode. She has been told that in terms of power, Electrode was nowhere near the most dangerous, and yet she never seemed to be able to catch them. Hell, they didn’t even have a power. They just built things, and yet she has never been able to even touch them.

So Zephyr has been doing her own research on the few hours she got off, and eventually followed the sparse crumb trail to one of the warehouses. And today, on her first day off in a year, she was going to investigate. 

Donning simple black clothes, she sneaks onto the premises and goes to one of the many side doors. Checking the handle, it surprisingly opens with ease. She goes inside and closes the door behind her. 

The warehouse is unerringly clean and organized. On every wall are clear and large instructions on what to do in case of a fire, chemical spill, or technical failure, and the meanings of each symbol. She also finds a map and sees exactly where the office is, which is only accessible from a place listed as Work Room.

She quickly looks at the map, memorizing the way to the Work Room, and turns to see a henchman. He’s tall, wearing a simple blue shirt and large black pants. Around his neck is a lanyard with Electrode’s symbol on is: a circle with lightning bolts surrounding the outside. On the lanyard are a few pins, one with the trans flag, one that says “stay sexy and dont die”, and one with the Milky Way. 

“Uh…” He looks her up and down before a spark of recognition appears, and Zephyr steps back, preparing for a fight. “Oh! You’re Leto Marcella!” He smiles at her before realizing something. “Wait, why are you here?”

Zephyr is … very confused. Aren’t henchmen supposed to work for the villain? Why aren’t they trying to attack her? “Why does that matter to you?” She responds, not wanting to give away why she’s here. 

“Uh, because it’s your day off?” He asks like she hadn’t realized. 

But … “How do you know that?” She asks defensively, getting ready to attack if she needs to.

“Oh! Because Elecrode doesn’t want to fight you on your days off! Or hours, I guess. At least, that’s what they told me during initiation.” He shrugs before looking at the clock above the map. “Oh shit! Sorry, I have to go. Feel free to explore so long as you don’t commit arson or assault!” He runs off behind Zephyr, and she stands there in a fog.

She walks to the Work Room, vaguely aware of what was happening. She accidentally bumps into someone when she opens the door, their coffee mug falling to the floor.

“Ah shit not again.” They mutter, looking for a broom.

“I’m sorry!” Zephyr apologizes, running towards the one nearby and coming back as quick as she could. “I wasn’t paying attention!” She starts to sweep it up before looking up and seeing the person staring at them.

“What the fuck are you doing working on your day off?!” They cry out, pushing Zephyr out of the way, and her hands drop the broom and dust pan immediately. They grab the cleaning supplies and quickly sweep up the mess. They start to mumble under their breath as they go to throw it away, turning sharply to Zephyr once they’re done.

“Explain yourself!” They demand. 

Zephyr crosses her arms. “I wanted to check out the warehouse, make sure my months of hard work weren’t for nothing.” She huffs. “Why are you guys so nice? You’re supposed to be-”

“Evil? Yeah, that’s part of the job description.” The person goes to a coffee machine next to the trash can. “But the pay’s not bad. And there’s a clause that’s like, about ethical sourcing of all materials and food. I heard that Jeremy got a specific one about only stealing from people who get over a certain amount every year. Electrode is surprisingly good at writing contracts.” They take a now full cup of coffee and sips it with a hum. 

Zephyr relaxes slightly and steps forwards. “Pay?”

They turn to her with a smile. “Oh yeah, minimum here is like, $20 an hour. We also get consistent hours. Most people work eight hours a day, five days a work. A few of our more experienced employees, like me, work almost 24/7, except we get one day off a week, which we choose once we get that contract.” They take another sip of coffee. “But then again, we’re usually the ones who have less to lose.”

Zephyr almost chokes at the minimum wage. She doesn’t even get paid. She has a separate job outside of being a hero, two in fact. It’s why she rarely gets any time to rest. 

The person giggles at Zephyr, handing her a coffee mug. “Cappuccino, right?”

Zephyr takes the mug in shock. “How did you know?” She asks.

They grin. “Do you know this person named Virtue?” They say cryptically, and Zephyr gasps.

“Iced caramel latte?!” She squeaks, and Virtue laughs.

“Bitch I thought you knew my face!” They take another drink of their coffee. “I was your regular for five months, and we worked together for two!”

“Is this why you left?”

“It was the pockets- wait let me show you.” Virtue takes out three alarm clocks out of one pocket, and then goes back in to pull out a box of honeycomb.

Zephyr just watches in surprise. “This is the uniform?” Virtue nods. “Uniform at the Agency is spandex.” Virtue gags.

That’s when someone clears their throat. Zephyr turns to see Electrode’s mask staring at them. She almost screamed, but for some reason she couldn’t.

“Zephyr.” Their distorted voice filters through. “How’s the coffee?”

Zephyr splutters. “We’re arch rivals and you want me to give you a coffee review?” She demands. Electrode tilts their head. 

“Yes? Look I know you don’t know but we don’t fight in the warehouses. Conflict kept to a minimum.” They explain. “Especially after we built the underground library.”

Virtue shudders, so Zephyr can guess that whatever happened was pretty bad. “Okay.” She starts carefully. “I just, I don’t understand. You’re in a band shirt! I’m not allowed to listen to music anymore!” She cries out, and Virtue and Electrode gasp in horror.

“Babe, you need to quit now.” Virtue says, placing a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “Let us enlighten you to the wonders of music.” Electrode nods.

“I can’t, it’s a lifetime contract.” Zephyr laments, and Electrode gasps again. “I was ten, you can’t blame me.”

Electrode starts to spark, literally. “Those fucking assholes!” they yell. “Ugh, fighting you was so cathartic! What the fuck government?!”

Virtue takes out an eraser and throws it at Electrode, who calms down at that. “Sorry, uh, enjoy the coffee. I have a conference with those guys from Europe. If I don’t come out in thirty, you know what to do.” They turn and leave.

Zephyr is escorted home soon after by Virtue, who happens to live next door.

“Sorry about stalking you, by the way.” They apologize. “Electrode is very adamant that you two fight on your terms without you actually … saying anything verbally.”

“So you memorized my work schedule.”

“Exactly!” Virtue smiles. “Well, gotta get back. See you whenever. And you can always talk to me if you want to know more about initiation!”

Leto blinks, goes into her apartment, and goes right to sleep.

[rifmasterlists]

OC Game - Masterlist

Status: Open

Game Explanation

01 - Moysei Pyre vs Yukimura Sanada [Ikesen]

03 - Yong-min Park vs Vincent van Gogh [Ikevam]

05 - Eremurus vs Charles-Henri Sanson [Ikevam]

10 - Wayland Turing vs Asra Alznar [The Arcana]

12 - Emrys Jernigan vs Theodorus van Gogh [Ikevam]

13 - Saree Nett vs Keiji Maeda [Ikesen]

16 - August Yilmaz vs Arthur Conan Doyle [Ikevam]

22 - Alban vs Seto Kaiba [Yu-Gi-Oh]

25 - Phineas Abbess vs Nobunaga Oda [Ikesen]

30 - Ahjin Wang vs Anzu Misaki/Tea Gardner [Yu-Gi-Oh]

34 - Barthy Scourge vs Itachi Uchiha [Naruto]

48 - Circe Kensington vs Kakashi Hatake [Naruto]

57 - Okamuzumi vs Vlad [Ikevam]

61 - Marcella Bychan vs Kenshin Uesugi [Ikesen]

63 - Louelle Huang vs William Shakespeare [Ikevam]

69 - Deirdre of the Sea vs Bakugou Katsuki

79 - Leto Sheridan vs Jumin Han [Mystic Messenger]

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Intro Post

Hi! I’m Gatsby (he/they/xe/ey). This is an ask blog for the main three characters from my story @powered-universe-official: Zephyr/Leto Marcella, Electrode, and Virtue! Just send in asks or submissions!

DNI: Exclus, racists, ablists, etc.

[autoring]

V duchu tradic slaví značka Fiat 4. července výročí modelu 500, originálního italského mistrovského díla, které v padesátých letech přispělo k motorizaci Evropy a nadále ohromuje svými rekordy. Nyní se světu představuje model 500 Dolcevita, který je oslavou zrození italské ikony 500.

První speciální edice nové řady ztělesňuje hodnoty italské módy a životního stylu, které v padesátých letech ovlivnily design, módu, umění, estetiku každodenního života, chutě, představivost a požitek. To jsou ingredience, které tvoří osobitost a šarm Itálie. Fiat 500 je přitom bezesporu jedním z nejznámějších symbolů této země. Letošní výročí je o to zajímavější, že současně slaví významné jubileum celá značka Fiat, a sice 120 let existence, což je něco, čím se může pochlubit jen velmi málo automobilových výrobců.

Vytříbená elegance mistrovského díla v pohybu

Nová speciální edice 500 Dolcevita je určena náročným zákazníkům, kteří hledají exkluzivitu a eleganci. Stejné hodnoty jsou základem originálního italského stylu, který je v kolektivní paměti zdůrazněn lety Dolce Vita. Nový Fiat 500 Dolcevita se může pochlubit exkluzivní bílou karoserií Gelato zušlechtěnou červeno-bílo-červenou linkou. K eleganci přispívají chromované logo Dolcevita na zádi, chromovaná lišta na kapotě, chromované kryty vnějších zpětných zrcátek a boční lišty s logem 500. Vzhled doplňují elegantní 16″ bílá litá kola s diamantovou úpravou a prosklená střecha Skydome u verze hatchback.

Verze kabriolet modelu 500 Dolcevita si zaslouží zvláštní zmínku. Vůbec poprvé v historii modelu 500 se objevuje plátěná střecha s podélnými bílými a modrými pruhy a červeným logem 500, která byla inspirovaná plážovými lehátky a slunečníky italské Riviéry šedesátých let. Tyto pruhy připomínající bílé pláže a modré moře byly vytvořené jedinečným výrobním procesem za použití tkalcovských stavů, jež splétají současně modré a bílé nitě, což vede k svěžímu džínovému efektu a červené nitě pro logo 500, které je exkluzivním podpisem této speciální série. Verze 500C, tedy kabriolet, který je symbolem svobodného a emotivního přístupu k motorizmu, slaví letos 10. narozeniny. Neodolatelná 500C představená v roce 2009 vzdává hold otevřené verzi z roku 1957 a současně využívá nejmodernější řešení, například plátěnou střechu, která je skutečným oknem do nebe.

Fiat 500 pokořil hranici tří milionů prodaných vozidel

Vytříbená elegance připomínající svět lodí a jachtingu charakterizuje i interiér modelu 500 Dolcevita, což je patrné zejména na dřevěné čelní části palubní desky a kontrastní lince. Pro zajištění stabilnosti, pružnosti a odolnosti v průběhu času je dřevo aplikované na ultralehkou karbonovou skořepinu prostřednictvím výrobního procesu, který spojuje řemeslnou výrobu (broušení, tónování, finální úprava a kontrola kvality) a průmyslové postupy (ražení, frézování a montáž). Dřevo, které je nejpřirozenějším materiálem se zde snoubí s nejmodernějšími technologiemi pro absolutně výjimečný výsledek. Prostor pro cestující dokonale koresponduje s exteriérem vozidla a je zušlechtěn novými sedadly čalouněnými slonovinovou kůží Frau s logem 500, červeným lemováním a látkovou středovou částí se vzorem proutí. Slonovinové barevné schéma se odráží rovněž na lemech podlahových koberečků.

Fiat 500 Dolcevita je k dispozici ve dvou konfiguracích, hatchback a kabriolet. Řada motorizací této speciální edice zahrnuje zážehový motor 1.2 69 koní ve spojení s manuální nebo robotizovanou převodovkou Dualogic, a také 0.9 TwinAir 85 koní a 1.2 LPG 69 koní s manuálními převodovkami.

Vzrušení z šedesátých let se vrací abyste mohli dál snít

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Nová speciální edice 500 Dolcevita je pozvánkou k oživení nálady šedesátých let, kdy byl Řím hlavním městem mezinárodní letecké dopravy, domovem elegantních nočních klubů a luxusních hotelů, které přitahovaly herce a spisovatele, zatímco politici a VIP hosté se setkávali u stolů trendy kaváren. Jejich příběhy vyprávěli fotoreportéři Via Veneto, tzv. paparazzi, kteří byli mnohdy svědky bláznivých nocí. Jedním z nezapomenutelných obrazů té doby je slavná scéna Marcella Mastroianniho a Anity Ekberg ve fontáně Trevi z filmu La dolce vita (1960) od Federica Felliniho. Byla to nezapomenutelná léta Dolce Vita, během kterých se Itálie restartovala s novou hybností a nadšením, často ve vozech 500, které byly navržené tak, aby poskytovaly cenově dostupnou odpověď na rostoucí potřebu mobility a svobody lidí. Stejný vkus ožil i v nejznámějších letoviscích po celé Evropě včetně Azurového pobřeží, Forte dei Marmi, Portofina a Capri. Hvězdy té doby bylo možné vidět ve voze Jolly 500 z roku 1958, známém rovněž jako Spiaggina. Jednalo se o první speciální edici klasické 500, což jsme si připomenuly i během loňského léta se speciální edicí 500 Spiaggina ’58. Radost a sofistikovanost šedesátých let se dnes vrací s modelem 500 Dolcevita, která opět zkoumá svět módy a lodí, jako 500 Riva (2016) nazývaná také „Nejmenší jachtou na světě” a 500 Anniversario (2017) oslavující 60. výročí modelu 500. Není náhodou, že řada produktů, které vzešli z kreativity italského průmyslu, například Fiat 500 či skútr Vespa, si získaly pevné místo v kolektivní paměti a dodnes jsou zdrojem inspirace. Jsou to nadčasová mistrovská díla a Fiat 500 je jedním z nich.

Ještě větší kolekce pro stanovení nových rekordů

Nový Fiat 500 Dolcevita rozšiřuje kolekci více než 30 speciálních edicí, které vznikly za posledních 12 let. Jedná se o jedinečná vozidla, která vycházela ze spolupráce stylistického centra Fiat a kultovních značek ze světa módy, luxusních jachet či technologií, a jejich cílem bylo prozkoumat neobvyklá teritoria. Fiat 500 je skutečným trendesetterem, který nedávno učinil další krok vpřed se zavedením novinek, například dvou nových verzí Star a Rockstar. Cílem modernizace i nových verzí je upevnit úspěch modelu, který vloni, v jedenáctém roce svého života zažil nejlepší prodejní výsledky (téměř 194 000 prodaných vozidel Fiat 500 a Abarth 595). Stal se nejprodávanějším modelem skupiny FCA v posledních dvou letech, stejně jako lídrem segmentu městských automobilů v Evropě. Fiat 500 rovněž stál u zrodu celé rodiny nesoucí jeho jméno a styl, která zahrnuje modely 500, 500X a 500L. Tato rodina letos dosáhla velmi významného milníku, a sice tří milionů prodaných vozidel v Evropě.

Příspěvek Fiat 500 Dolcevita: speciální edice je oslavou “pětistovky” i 120 let značky pochází z auto-mania.cz

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

The Powered Universe: Chapter 1

“I’m scared.” Leto says as she looks at her mom. In the summer sun, her mom’s brown eyes glitter and her carefully put up hair gains a pale halo. Even though Leto’s only 16, she’s almost an entire head taller than her mom, and has to tilt her head to look properly. From her father, her mom insisted, even though there were no photos to prove it. 

“Oh baby.” Her mom croons, and she lifts a hand up to hold Leto’s cheek. “No matter who it is, they’ll love you. How can they not? You work so hard.”

“Ma-” Leto starts, but her mom moves her hand to put a finger to her lips.

“Shh, no fighting back, I’m right.” Her mom takes a step back and the gleam in her dark eyes softens as she looks up at her daughter. “You’re the hardest working Hero-in-Training I’ve ever seen.”

Leto moves her arms to hold herself as she fights the embarrassment that’s slowly rising. “You don’t know any other Hits other than Jason, Ma.” She protests, and her mom huffs.

“Jason doesn’t do anything.”

“Jason’s already got a Mentor.”

“And what has he done to earn one? You’ve put in more time anyways.”

“Ma, he can summon things, that’s more than what I can do.”

Her mom huffs again, and spends another few moments looking Leto over. Even though she’s wearing a simple button up from Rufus and the nicest slacks Clemmie owns, she feels naked under the scrutinizing eyes of her mom.

Her mom shakes her head, and from the way her shoulders quiver Leto knows that it’d be better left alone. “If you stand out here any longer, you’re going to be late. Go, go.”

Leto tries to fight against her mom pushing her through the embellished double doors, protesting on going in alone, but unfortunately she can’t go against her mom, no matter how strong she is.

The door swings closed slowly and silently behind her, leaving Leto alone in the entrance of the Hero Association. At least last time she was here, her mom was there with her. But then again, she had only been 9 then.

She wishes this could happen at the training center. At least she knows that place, and the people who work and go there, and every nook and cranny of it. Here, even just on the first floor, she feels lost and out of place.

Not that the way it’s built helps anything. From the spotless white stone floor to the unmarred off-white walls, and the unused but dustless black leather furniture, it’s very fake. Sterile, even. The air settles around her wrong and moves into her lungs unnaturally.

She makes no noise as she walks to the front desk, placed perpendicular to the doors and right across the one elevator. There’s no visible stairs, which has to be a fire hazard of some kind, unless the receptionist has some sort of water-based Power, which wouldn’t make sense. 

The receptionist is just as sterilized as the rest of the room. Her white shirt looks like she was ironed in it, with not even a wrinkle in it. Unless she just clocked in and sat down, she had to have been here for at least a few hours.

“Name?” She asks.

“Leto Marcella.” Leto answers. The sounds of the keyboard as she types is just as clean and precise as everything else here. 

“Occupation?”

“Student.”

“Power?”

“Wind Manipulation.”

“Reason for being here?”

“Mentor assignment. 1 o’clock PM.”

The receptionist hums, types a few more things down, and turns in her chair to face Leto directly. “Floor thirty two.”

The sound of elevator doors opening startles Leto, and she turns her head back to see the elevator is now open. “Thank-”

“Go.”

Leto nods, and walks to the elevator. There’s no button on the wall, and the doors don’t close until she steps into the middle of the space. Looking for floor thirty two, she notices the total of sixty different floors. What would the HA be doing with all that space? There’s not that many A and S tier’s, who would be using that space for their Nemeses and Heists, at least not enough to still demand sixty whole floors.

She can barely tell that the elevator is moving upwards, only feeling the air pressure change around her. It doesn’t take that long to get to her floor either, since nobody got on the elevator on her ride up. 

The doors open, and she steps out into what looks like a floor full of conference rooms. There’s rooms to the left and right of her, and a hallway in front of her that seems to branch out twice before reaching the windows. She looks further down to the left and right, and sees nothing that would indicate she needs to be in one of those rooms. 

The air around her shifts slightly, pushing her from behind and grabbing at the loose parts of her shirt. She moves forwards as she tries to settle the anxiety that’s started to bubble in her stomach. She walks past the first intersection, and as she starts to reach the second the air shifts and pushes her from the left. She turns right and continues past one, two, three doors before stopping at the fourth as the wind disappears. She takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door.

“Come in.” The muffled voice of her hand-to-hand instructor comes through the door, and Leto opens it to see all of her instructors from the training center sitting at a table, plus three strangers she’s never seen before.

Ms. Jensen gestures for Leto to sit down at the chair across from everyone, which she does. Sitting makes the eight pairs of eyes staring at her more intimidating. “Thank you for making it, Leto.” Ms. Jensen smiles at her, and it looks weird on her face. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Leto responds, making sure every word was enunciated. From across the table, Mr. Ortega gives her the smallest of smiles. 

Ms. Jensen nods, and lifts up a small stack of papers and places it in front of her. “As I’m sure you’re aware, the last seven years we’ve been monitoring your growth, in both physical and mental capacities, as well as your grasp on your Power.”

Leto nods in affirmation.

“Today we will be going over your growth, and deciding if you are ready to have a Mentor and enter the Hero space officially. Joining us today are the Citadel, Blitzfire, and Quantum Duke.” She gestures to each of them as she says their name. “If they decide to be your Mentor, you will be able to learn their given name, but for safety you will not know that until afterwards.”

“Actually, one more is coming for this.” Blitzfire interjects, and the five instructors look at her with confusion.

“Then why aren’t they here now?” Ms. Jensen asks. “And why weren’t we told? Do we need to wait for them?”

Blitzfire glances at Citadel, who nods. “We don’t know him either, or his name, or his Hero name, just that the boss upstairs said one more was coming and to not wait up for him.”

The carefully made balance of the room starts to tilt out of control as a theoretical wildcard is introduced. Mr. Ortega told her last year that the way Mentor assignment meetings are incredibly methodical, to try and eliminate as many stray variables as possible, to exemplify the Hit as much as they could. 

This fourth Hero broke that methodology. Leto relaxes enough to take a full breath of air.

“Well then.” Ms. Jensen resettles herself. She looks at the papers in front of her, then at the Heroes, then at Leto. “As your general physical instructor, and hand-to-hand combat instructor, you do very well. You’re eating enough, sleeping enough, drinking enough water, and are taking good care of your muscles and joints. You’re quick to react in a fight, and don’t let pain inhibit you too much. Not anymore, at least.”

Citadel takes out a small notepad and scribbles something. Quantum Duke whispers something to Blitzfire, and they quietly giggle at it.

“Now as for your weapons training.” Mr. Knox speaks up, and Leto prepares herself for whatever he’s about to say. Something awful, probably. “As long as it’s blunt or non-lethal, you do a fairly decent job. You don’t put in as much force as you could, nor do you hit particularly critical spots, but you’re competent. Anything more lethal than a wooden stick, though, you lose every fight, or fail every test. It’s pathetic.”

Leto hides the confusion from her face at how tame Mr. Knox is when describing her inability to use a dagger properly. Citadel scribbles something else down.

Mr. Ortega and Mrs. Hynes explain Leto’s ability to understand political situations, basic meteorology concepts, and recognition of Hero tier and Power structure as above average for her age, and Mrs. Hynes in particular sings her praises when it comes to being able to explain why the weather outside is acting the way it is. Of all her instructors, Mr. Ortega and Mrs. Hynes have always been her favorites. Not only because she leaves their lessons not sore and in mild agony, but because she could ask questions and have them answered. With words.

There’s only one instructor who hadn’t said anything. Mage Sparks. Her Power instructor.

Mage Sparks narrows their eyes at Leto, thinking for a moment before beginning her small spiel. “Leto has a very intuitive grasp of her Power.” They start. “And we’ve spent most of our time trying to understand not only how it works, but how to effectively utilize it both in and out of combat situations. It’s only been the last two years we’ve been able to work on using her Power specifically. Her Power makes her exceptionally quick on her feet, and can help her cover more distance with less energy and time than most Heroes. However, we have yet to figure out how to implement any of this inside of combat.”

Mage Sparks leans back, indicating that they’re finished speaking. Blitzfire and Quantum Duke whisper between each other, and Citadel snaps his notepad closed.

“Well,” Citadel starts, “you have a good head on your shoulders, that’s for sure.” Bad start. “But I’m out fighting often, and don’t like Mentees that dawdle behind me. So no, I’m good.” His head turns to Blitzfire, leaving Leto to feel more like some sort of pet on auction than a person. 

“Blitz, might do you good to take on a less volatile Mentee.” Quantum Duke teases, and Blitzfire groans and rolls her eyes.

“I’m not taking on someone that shy. What would that do for my reputation, huh? That’s the first thing keeping Harlequin Jester from busting down my door every week.”

“Well I’m not gonna take her, she’s not gonna be able to keep up with my schedule anyways.” Quantum Duke gestures at Leto flippantly. “No hard feelings, kid.”

Leto wants her mom. Her mom would know what to say, what to do. Instead, she’s here, alone, feeling more and more like a doll on the shelf with every minute that passes. Why did she need a Mentor?

The door clicks, and she turns to see an older man walk in. He looks out of place here, with her instructors dressed professionally and the Heroes in their masks. The man, however, is in a worn purple shirt with some band name on it, black pants that have multiple pockets clearly full of something, and a bright orange jacket that stops just above his ribs. His hair is messy, he has a slight stubble, and clear eye bags under his eyes. Her eyes first see the jacket, then flick to the small strand of bright green hair in front of his face.

“I’m not late, am I?” He asks, and Ms. Jensen checks her watch.

“By about an hour.”

“Ah, damn. Sorry.” He says with little emotion as he takes a chair stacked behind Leto, and sits down next to her. “So, how close are we to finishing it all up?”

Everyone looks at each other. Blitzfire is the one to lean towards the man with clear annoyance. “We just did. In fact, I was about to leave.” She stands up, and the other two Heroes follow suit and exit the room.

The man follows the trio with his eyes, and when the door shuts he looks right at Leto. “So, you’re the trainee, right?”

Leto just nods.

“And you can manipulate wind? Is it the currents, or is it the air itself you can manipulate.”

Leto looks at her instructors, who give her nothing in response. She’s on her own. This is the wildcard. The mystery. The exception. She looks back at the man. “It’s more complicated than that, but I can manipulate already existing currents and pressure systems. Essentially.”

The man hums. He turns his chair to face her, leans forwards slightly, and just stares. Something’s off. Something’s wrong. 

As the man starts to move to hit her, Leto spins her chair to face him and kicks with as much Power as she can muster, causing his chair to fly back in unison to hers, although hers stops before it crashes into the wall while his doesn’t. The instructors stand up in a hurry, ready to do something, anything, when the man stands up with a small chuckle.

“Okay, fair enough. I wasn’t going to hit you, y’know?” He says.

“I don’t, actually.” Leto says as she stands up, still tense. “I don’t know you.”

The man nods. “I’m sorry.”

The air is tense. Leto watches him hook his thumbs in his pants loops and lean back on the heels of his clearly well used boots. “Fine then.”

The instructors stay standing, ready for anything. The man moves one of his hands and holds it out from across the room. “I’m Malcolm. I heard you need a Mentor?”

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TPUD1 Chapter 4: Detach, Detain, and Leave

The aftermath of a massacre

Zephyr didn’t know that the Agency had bugged her room until she was sent to lead a raid into Electrode’s warehouse. She, some low tiers, and a small police force, were dropped in and, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, she couldn’t. She realized too late. 

This is the last thing she wanted. The people who work for Electrode aren’t evil, just desperate. She, too, would have taken Electrode up on the offer of a job if it weren’t for the goddamn life-long contract.

Most of them aren’t even Powered. Virtue isn’t even Powered.

The low tiers and police blow the first few doors down with explosives. There’s sirens and workers running to what are obviously safety shelters. Many of them are gunned down before Zephyr can say ‘no’. 

The man with the lanyard and pins stares at her, blood seeping through his shirt, and she sheds a tear for him. When none of her entourage are looking, she goes to him. He gives her his space pin and whispers his last words to her. She closes his eyes and rushes off to try and stop more bloodshed. 

She gets to the Work Room before the heroes and police, seeing Virtue and Electrode. Electrode looks furiously at her, and she chokes back a sob. Zephyr falls to her knees and presents the pin, trembling.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers. “I didn’t know until it was happening.”

Virtue and Electrode share a look, neither looking happy about it. Electrode steps in front of Zephyr. With sharp eyes, they analyze her, and nod.

Her nerves are on fire as her body moves without her command. She walks behind Electrode but in front of Virtue, who has adorned a simple white masquerade mask. She tries to move, but her body won’t listen. Why can’t she move?

The rest of the entourage arrive, covered in blood, and Zephyr wants to throw up. They ready themselves, the head captain saying something about this being the easy part. Zephyr wants to laugh. She’s the strongest of them and not once in three years has she ever been able to get close to the green-haired villain. Today was the closest she’s ever gotten. 

They ready their guns and Electrode laughs. Their distorted voice sends shivers down Zephyr’s spine and obviously unnerves the offensive group. Virtue tugs on Zephyr’s elbow, dragging her away. 

“You don’t know what you just set in motion.” The distorted voice cackles. She looks back and sees Electrode explode in a mass of lightning bolts.

The hero-police force are thrown backwards, some sustaining burns and some not rising. 

“Find the detonator!” One of the heroes yells, and Zephyr knows deep in her bones that this wasn’t a trick or invention. This was Electrode’s hand being shown, and everyone was looking at what they had played instead. 

The anti-gravity boots activate, making Electrode hover above them, and Virtue shoves her into a room and closes the door just as the screams start.

Zephyr stares at Virtue, who seems unnerved, with horror. Flashes of her interaction with The Drain coming back, not much, but enough. Her nerves suddenly settle from the burning sensation they had been feeling before. She steadies herself, gasping on sobs. Virtue is looking with emotionless eyes peering through the mask.

“He-” She heaves out. “I didn’t even know his name.” She finally lets the tears out, sobbing as she holds the bloody pin to her chest. “I couldn’t save anyone.”

Virtue grabs Zephyr as she collapses, gently letting her down onto the floor so she can lean against the wall. 

“They knew the risks.” Virtue whispers. “We’ll send money and condolences to any family or friends they had.”

Zephyr barely keeps back a wail. So many families torn apart that she could have prevented it. If only she had- if only she had-

Electrode walks in, mask thrown into a corner, and not a speck of blood on their suit. They and Virtue exchange whispers, and then they set their gaze on Zephyr. She wants to curl up and die, she failed. 

Electrode’s ungloved hand gently touches her own. “Their deaths aren’t because of you.” They say with certainty. “If they were, then you wouldn’t have this.” They touch the space pin. “You wouldn’t have cared.”

Zephyr wants to fight them, tell them how wrong they are, but she’s so tired. She wants to sleep forever.

Electrode squeezes Zephyr’s hand gently. “We’re going to get justice.” They whisper, voice deathly sharp. “You can join us in it.”

Virtue looks at Electrode with surprise. “But what about-”

“Fuck it all. I just lost 500 good, hard working people and I’m not gonna let the government glorify the 20 that caused this massacre.” Electrode cuts them off. “I’m not gonna hide anymore, either. Call the circle heads, we meet in two days.”

Virtue nods and leaves the room. Zephyr tries to curl into herself, but Electrode doesn’t relinquish their hold on her hand. 

“Zephyr.” They say, much softer than they have been all day, more like the way they are when they fight. “You’re gonna see a side of me that’s unlike what you’ve seen. I hide the way I am around the circles from you, and I hide the way I am around you from the circles. If you want to join my cause, I’m gonna wait until after the meetings. If you wanna leave, leave. I already have a way to get you out of that shitty contract and I’m using it.” They say, and Zephyr’s breath solidifies in her throat. What do they mean?

Electrode looks at them. They have freckles, light and dusting the area right under their eyes. “Leto, please believe me when I say that I won’t let you get hurt or die. Not now.”

She wants to scream at the use of her civilian name. She hasn’t been Leto for so long now.

Electrode seems to recognize this, as they say one last thing. 

“Don’t lose who you were.” They plead. “I did. I did the moment I made my moniker. Don’t make the mistakes I have.��

They stand up and go to leave, but Zephyr Leto calls out Electrode’s name.

“Who are you when you’re not Electrode?” She asks, and Electrode looks sad.

“A child who died a long time ago.”

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TPUD1, Chapter 1: The Warehouse

Zephyr finds something out that she never thought she would

Zephyr remembers when she was first picked up by an agency. She was one of the 5% of the human population to have the Powered gene, giving her powers. She also was one of the even fewer Powered to be picked up by one of the Superhero Agencies. They helped her train how to be a more precise flier and helped her learn basic martial arts.

Of course, with her rise in prominence, there came someone else. Electrode. She has been told that in terms of power, Electrode was nowhere near the most dangerous, and yet she never seemed to be able to catch them. Hell, they didn’t even have a power. They just built things, and yet she has never been able to even touch them.

So Zephyr has been doing her own research on the few hours she got off, and eventually followed the sparse crumb trail to one of the warehouses. And today, on her first day off in a year, she was going to investigate. 

Donning simple black clothes, she sneaks onto the premises and goes to one of the many side doors. Checking the handle, it surprisingly opens with ease. She goes inside and closes the door behind her. 

The warehouse is unerringly clean and organized. On every wall are clear and large instructions on what to do in case of a fire, chemical spill, or technical failure, and the meanings of each symbol. She also finds a map and sees exactly where the office is, which is only accessible from a place listed as Work Room.

She quickly looks at the map, memorizing the way to the Work Room, and turns to see a henchman. He’s tall, wearing a simple blue shirt and large black pants. Around his neck is a lanyard with Electrode’s symbol on it: a circle with lightning bolts surrounding the outside. On the lanyard are a few pins, one with the trans flag, one that says “stay sexy and don't die”, and one with the Milky Way. 

“Uh…” He looks her up and down before a spark of recognition appears, and Zephyr steps back, preparing for a fight. “Oh! You’re Leto Marcella!” He smiles at her before realizing something. “Wait, why are you here?”

Zephyr is … very confused. Aren’t henchmen supposed to work for the villain? Why aren’t they trying to attack her? “Why does that matter to you?” She responds, not wanting to give away why she’s here. 

“Uh, because it’s your day off?” He asks like she hadn’t realized. 

But … “How do you know that?” She asks defensively, getting ready to attack if she needs to.

“Oh! Because Electrode doesn’t want to fight you on your days off! Or hours, I guess. At least, that’s what they told me during initiation.” He shrugs before looking at the clock above the map. “Oh shit! Sorry, I have to go. Feel free to explore so long as you don’t commit arson or assault!” He runs off behind Zephyr, and she stands there in a fog.

She walks to the Work Room, vaguely aware of what was happening. She accidentally bumps into someone when she opens the door, their coffee mug falling to the floor.

“Ah shit not again.” They mutter, looking for a broom.

“I’m sorry!” Zephyr apologizes, running towards the one nearby and coming back as quick as she could. “I wasn’t paying attention!” She starts to sweep it up before looking up and seeing the person staring at them.

“What the fuck are you doing working on your day off?!” They cry out, pushing Zephyr out of the way, and her hands drop the broom and dustpan immediately. They grab the cleaning supplies and quickly sweep up the mess. They start to mumble under their breath as they go to throw it away, turning sharply to Zephyr once they’re done.

“Explain yourself!” They demand. 

Zephyr crosses her arms. “I wanted to check out the warehouse, make sure my months of hard work weren’t for nothing.” She huffs. “Why are you guys so nice? You’re supposed to be-”

“Evil? Yeah, that’s part of the job description.” The person goes to a coffee machine next to the trash can. “But the pay’s not bad. And there’s a clause that’s like, about ethical sourcing of all materials and food. I heard that Jeremy got a specific one about only stealing from people who get over a certain amount every year. Electrode is surprisingly good at writing contracts.” They take a now full cup of coffee and sips it with a hum. 

Zephyr relaxes slightly and steps forwards. “Pay?”

They turn to her with a smile. “Oh yeah, minimum here is like, $20 an hour. We also get consistent hours. Most people work eight hours a day, five days a week. A few of our more experienced employees, like me, work almost 24/7, except we get one day off a week, which we choose once we get that contract.” They take another sip of coffee. “But then again, we’re usually the ones who have less to lose.”

Zephyr almost chokes at the minimum wage. She doesn’t even get paid. She has a separate job outside of being a hero, two in fact. It’s why she rarely gets any time to rest. 

The person giggles at Zephyr, handing her a coffee mug. “Cappuccino, right?”

Zephyr takes the mug in shock. “How did you know?” She asks.

They grin. “Do you know this person named Virtue?” They say cryptically, and Zephyr gasps.

“Iced caramel latte?!” She squeaks, and Virtue laughs.

“Bitch I thought you knew my face!” They take another drink of their coffee. “I was your regular for five months, and we worked together for two!”

“Is this why you left?”

“It was the pockets- wait let me show you.” Virtue takes out three alarm clocks out of one pocket, and then goes back in to pull out a box of honeycomb.

Zephyr just watches in surprise. “This is the uniform?” Virtue nods. “Uniform at the Agency is spandex.” Virtue gags.

That’s when someone clears their throat. Zephyr turns to see Electrode’s mask staring at them. She almost screamed, but for some reason she couldn’t.

“Zephyr.” Their distorted voice filters through. “How’s the coffee?”

Zephyr splutters. “We’re arch rivals and you want me to give you a coffee review?” She demands. Electrode tilts their head. 

“Yes? Look I know you don’t know but we don’t fight in the warehouses. Conflict kept to a minimum.” They explain. “Especially after we built the underground library.”

Virtue shudders, so Zephyr can guess that whatever happened was pretty bad. “Okay.” She starts carefully. “I just, I don’t understand. You’re in a band shirt! I’m not allowed to listen to music anymore!” She cries out, and Virtue and Electrode gasp in horror.

“Babe, you need to quit now.” Virtue says, placing a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “Let us enlighten you to the wonders of music.” Electrode nods.

“I can’t, it’s a lifetime contract.” Zephyr laments, and Electrode gasps again. “I was ten, you can’t blame me.”

Electrode starts to spark, literally. “Those fucking assholes!” they yell. “Ugh, fighting you was so cathartic! What the fuck government?!”

Virtue takes out an eraser and throws it at Electrode, who calms down at that. “Sorry, uh, enjoy the coffee. I have a conference with those guys from Europe. If I don’t come out in thirty, you know what to do.” They turn and leave.

Zephyr is escorted home soon after by Virtue, who happens to live next door.

“Sorry about stalking you, by the way.” They apologize. “Electrode is very adamant that you two fight on your terms without you actually … saying anything verbally.”

“So you memorized my work schedule.”

“Exactly!” Virtue smiles. “Well, gotta get back. See you whenever. And you can always talk to me if you want to know more about initiation!”

Leto blinks, goes into her apartment, and goes right to sleep.

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I need someone to ask me about the tragedy of Leto marcella

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someone ask me abt leto 'zephyr' marcella pls pls pls. anything. pls

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What if 👀👀 Leto joined Electrode and Virtue earlier 👀👀 like just straight-up became ""evil"" early on in the series (Bonus: what if leto was even WORSE than Electrode and Virtue. Like she just falls off into the deep end, toppling buildings and killing countless civilians and stuff like that. I think that could be interesting, but it's not required or anything and could just be a seperate ask if you want to tbh)

eyyyy i had fun w this. some of it includes ideas im including in draft two that won't be too obvious until later :)

Leto sits in the empty meeting room, floating her complimentary coffee cup in front of her. The door clicks, she turns and sees a familiar mask, and an unfamiliar person.

"Zephyr, correct?" Electrode starts, taking a file from the person behind them and reading through it. "Interesting. Leto Marcella, twenty two year old full time barista, part time C-tier hero. Lives with her mother Iliana Marcella, who works two jobs, one at a supermarket and another at a library." They snap the folder shut. "Powered. Wind manipulation. Ex-hero."

Zephyr crosses her arms, huffs, and waits to see what else they say.

"Better than the last one." The person behind Electrode hums, moving to stand side by side. "That's an improvement."

"It is." Electrode sits down in a chair, leaning back and not looking at Zephyr at all. "So, what is your verdict?"

"Hmm." The person looks Zephyr up and down, dark brown eyes calculating and analyzing. "Keep her. It'd be good to keep an ex-hero for intel work."

"Well," Electrode stretches, and sits up to look at Zephyr. "You heard your right hand. Welcome to the team."

Zephyr grins. This is gonna be fun.

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Electrode stands in front of Zephyr, lack of armor a deliberate taunt. "Try and focus many streams of air into one point, see if you can hit something like that."

She tried. She's been trying all day. But she'll try once more. Zephyr focuses all of her energy into turning the building pressure within the current into a sharpened point, and releases.

The can set hundreds of yards away shatters.

-

"Please! Have mercy!"

"I am everchanging." Zephyr looks down at the man who ruined her life. "Change does not have time for mercy."

-

"Please, Leto, I'm worried." Her mom's voice comes from the phone. "You never come home. It's been months. Cleo says you quit."

Silence, then a sigh. "Call me back when you get a chance. Please."

-

"Mom?"

"Leto?"

Shuffling, muttering, something clicks.

"What are you doi-" A bang

A silence

-

There's a path of destruction left behind her. Buildings turned to rubble, corpses lining the remnants of streets.

Then, her body freezes. The familiar hum of levitation boots moves around her and Electrode stands in front of her, hair flying in the wind and mask secure on their face.

They click their tongue. "I thought you could have been better."

For an eternity, for a moment, there is unbearable, excruciating pain. Every fiber of her body is being torn apart and put back together. She tries to scream, but her mouth won't open. Every nerve is on fire, her head throbs with pain.

Then, like a switch, it's gone. And Zephyr lies dead in the rubble.

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Another tpu request!! And crossover time! Tpu character meeting hollow knight characters, maybe in like,, an among us or murder mystery situation? Sorry if this doesn't make much sense but i hope you'll like this request lol. As always, no pressure!

Pretty short, but I liked it :)

Virtue looks at the dead body in front of them. "Okay this wasn't me." They say, looking up at where Electrode was last standing. Only instead of the familiar green hair that they see every day, it's a very short creature of some sort.

Well it wasn't me either. The creature signs with hands of inky black. What even is this?

"A human, what are you again?"

God killer to some, siblings to others.

"And to me?"

A moment of contemplation. A vessel, or an ally.

"Hmm." Virtue hums, squatting down so that they and the creature are equal. "Well then, let's find a killer."

-

"Hey that's a cool sword needle thing can I have it?"

"Absolutely not."

-

"So you have a complicated family life, then." Leto sighs as she rides on the shoulders of the gigantic void creature named Hollow. "That doesn't sound super good. How are you doing now?"

I get by. My arm and body often ache, and sometimes I lose time, but I have family to help me. They sign, and Leto nods.

"Y'know, where I'm from, there's ways to help with what sounds like chronic pain. Not very well, the healthcare system is horrible, but there's ways to help. You ever think about getting a cane?"

-

"So, it's some third party that is not with you or with me." Virtue sighs as they close the notebook. "That's fun, I love that."

Really?

"Sarcasm. You ready?"

Always.

-

"Look what I can do!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

-

"This should do for now." Leto says as Hollow holds part of a guard rail in their hand. "But definitely look into getting something back at home."

Hollow tries a few steps with the makeshift cane. I like this. What else is there?

"Uh, painkillers, I think. I don't know, it's mostly stuff I've heard from friends of friends."

Hollow nods, like they just heard the secrets of the universe. Pain killers.

-

Virtue kicks the body of the killer. "So. Whoever this fucker is did it. You wanna go find our people?"

Fuck yeah!

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cane holly supremacy <3

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Breaking the Dam

Electrode, 29. Big Break 2 of 2

Electrode crosses their arms and looks over the thirteen Heads. “You all know what I’m about to ask.” They deadpan.

“Yeah, we do.” Disembowler spits out. “And my answer is no.”

“I don’t know what you’re going to ask.” Sandman pipes up, but cowers at the look Disembowler gives him.

Electrode sighs. “V’s been resting for the past few days, because they’ve done more work than all of us combined. Monitoring every fight from beginning to end, combing through every bit of footage they can before the next one. Dealing with me.” That gets some half hearted laughs. “So because they are resting, I have to be competent. Sandman, I was going to ask who was willing to participate or lend forces for the States fight.”

Sandman tilts his head in confusion. “Why would we do that?” He genuinely asks.

“Because the States Hero Agency currently holds some of the toughest S tier heroes, as well as the most S tiers. There’s also more area considering how it’s not one city but the entire Boswash metropolis. It’s not a requirement to join, just a request. So Disembowler, you may leave.” Electrode explains before gesturing to the door. Disembowler stands up, nods to everyone, and leaves. “The rest of you have a choice. Leave if you don’t want to join at all.”

There’s a moment of pause, and Teach, Marquess, and Monsoon stand up. Teach and Marquess leave without a word, but Monsoon stops by Electrode for a moment. 

“My losses were too large for me to risk them or me. I’m sorry.” He whispers, and Electrode nods. He lost thousands within his circle that day. Electrode wishes that they could have done more.

Electrode looks at those remaining. “Who will only give forces?”

Skeleton, Sandman, and The Blade raise their hands.

“Who will only fight?”

Gay-man, Nightmare, and Lullaby raise their hands.

“Both?”

Endless Wrath and Fissure King raise their hands.

Electrode grins. “Good to know. They’re already ready, yes?”

The five who offered those within their circles nod. “They’re all in the same place.” Fissure says. “Easier to bring them through the fissures if they’re all in one place.”

“That makes sense. Are they all hooked up?” Electrode asks.

“Not entirely. They have the cameras set up, but not activated or securely attached.”

Electrode nods, running a hand through their neon green hair. They take a deep breath and sigh, moving their hand to rub at the space between their eyes. “Okay, so we have about an hour before we need to head out. Fissure, can you and Gay-man get the cameras operating?”

Fissure and Gay-man nod.

“Good, get going on that and be ready ten before we start. The rest of you, we’re gonna talk strategy.” Electrode orders, and the two disappear into a black and purple fissure. The rest of the Heads circle around Electrode and listen as they detail the plan. It’s much the same as all the other attacks, with the exception that Electrode and Virtue will be on the field, and that it’s a much larger area. 

It takes most of the hour to explain the plan in detail to the other Heads, plus all their questions and clarifications. Once it’s all done, Electrode calls Supernova and Virtue down again, and they get ready to send the signal to Fissure King and Gay-man.

“Are all of your cameras working?” The group nods. “Good. Let’s head out.” They send the signal to Fissure and Gay-man, and Supernova opens the portal and they step out to the middle of New York City, surrounded by empty department stores and streets. The crackling so distinctive to Fissure King sounds, and a couple hundred thousand people step out in unorganized masses. The thirteen Hands of the thirteen Heads quickly find their way to their respective leaders, preparing to fight for their lives. 

The large mass of villains stand in silence, slowly dispersing around the empty city, waiting for a sign of any hero. The wind whips through the desolate streets, setting Electrode’s nerves on edge, and that’s when the first explosion rumbles through the city. Wrath’s distinctive dark orange and black flames wrap around her, only her striking red eyes showing through the flames roaring around her body. Her Hand stomps the ground, liquidizing the asphalt around her and letting it wrap around her until it resembles armor.

The Heads and Hands speed off into the streets. Electrode looks back at Virtue, who’s wearing the same style of armor that Electrode is, although theirs has detailed falcon’s wings on the back, matching their tattoo. Electrode holds out a hand to them, which they take. Electrode sends a small pulse of electricity down the suit, activating the face shield that also resembles a falcon.

Virtue goes to say something, but there’s another explosion closer to them, and Electrode whips around to see a building start to collapse. From behind their mask, they see it all.

Electrode watches as the chaos unfolds for the first and final time. All thirteen Heads, all thirteen Hands, fighting the best of the best, and winning. An empty metropolis on the East Coast of the United States, lit up by the gilded flames of S-tier heroes. A final, burning statement to the world. This is who protects you. 

They feel a hero rush towards them, loud and screaming. Thinking that he could get the drop on a “Powerless” villain. They don’t bother looking at him, eyes glowing a vibrant yellow that only they can see before all the neurons in his brain stop firing simultaneously. They turn on their heel and walk to the fallen body of the hero, anti-gravity boots bright against the dark asphalt and concrete. They look at him with no emotion. Electrode wonders if he really thought he could touch them.

It’s as they’re distracted that they hear it.

“Cato!”

They turn on their heel and see Virtue making a mad dash towards them, feel the panicked spike in their body, feel Virtue shoving them down as another hero barrels into their best friend, and the pair disappear in the smoke and ashes. 

“Virtue!” Cato Electrode yells out. Too little too late. They’re gone.

They’re dead they’re dead they’re dead they’re dead they’re dead they’re dead

Another hero (so many heroes-) steps out from the other side of them, smirking (they’ll make that smirk go away-). “This is why you Powerless fuckers shouldn’t get in the business of the Powered.” Her eyes are filled with misplaced superiority as the fights around them stop. Villains are watching, waiting to see what Electrode would do. Heroes are grinning, waiting to see Electrode beat up.

Electrode lets out a primal, wounded scream, and the villains scatter. Large arcs of electricity burst from every part of their body, striking everyone in a fifteen foot radius. The hero who had been insulting them (insulting Virtue-), is thrown back with a large, charred hole in the center of her chest. Other heroes are spasming on the destroyed ground, dead. There’s a few villains who didn’t make it far enough, but Electrode can’t find it within them to care. 

They’re dead they’re dead they’re dead they’re dead they’re dead

The limp body of Gemini and what used to be the body of Airael. Bug getting torn to shreds.

More heroes come to figure out what’s going on. They can feel it, every single miniscule thought, every movement, every breath, every heartbeat. They latch on to every spark, and light them on fire.

Heroes are screaming, begging, crying, falling, dying. Dying dying dying dying. They’re dead they’re dead they’re dead-

Electrode can’t breathe. A shock of surprise kills of every spark they had been holding onto, and the world around them goes quiet. Gasping, Electrode looks around wildly to try and figure out what is happening, and sees Leto.

No.

They see Zephyr.

Her eyes are red and puffy, but full of fear. Great gusts of air are billowing past her, and they realize that she has taken the air out of their lungs.

They fall to their knees, and mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to her. The edges of their vision start to go dark. There’s a familiar voice calling out their name, familiar hands desperately holding onto their face, their hair, their shoulders. Familiar eyes.

Electrode smiles, truly smiles, for the last time.

-

There was no funeral for them. Not even a burial. Not even a headstone. No, Virtue screamed and cried as everyone dragged them away, struggling to reach out towards the one person who understood their pain. To the body that was just left there to rot and be eaten away by animals and reporters. To their best friend. 

Not even Leto Zephyr took Electrode’s body. She only took Virtue back to the warehouse, telling them that they needed to destroy the lab. Virtue nodded at the time, but the moment the hero left, they were sealing all entrances to both the library and the lab so that it looked like neither had existed in the first place. Just like the both of them had planned. 

Virtue took a backpack and a duffle bag full of both their and Electrode’s things. They took the CD. And the make up. All the cash they had. Some clothes. All the tapes from the cameras (before also destroying said cameras). 

It threw them back in time to nine years ago, where it was Electrode- no. No it was Cato back then. Leading the both of them away from a house now so steeped in death that blood was weeping from the walls. Electr- Cato, so calm and collected. Now it’s Virtue’s turn to be calm when against the worst of odds.

Take the stash of forged papers, made last week in case shit went down. They also take Electrode’s.

Virtue is about to leave when they pause, and go back to Electrode’s room. Underneath their bed is a small box with their notes on their mask and boots, as well as the prototypes for both. Virtue takes the box. 

They’re walking onto the plane when the announcement arrives. Supervillain Virtue has disappeared. The smile that crawls its way onto their face is bittersweet at best. Electrode may be gone, but they didn’t die in vain. After all, this is only the beginning.

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i dont have enough focus for reading so i probably wont be able to actually read it (sorry, i don't even read my friends' work often and i feel really bad about it), but where would I find a short physical description of some of the characters in order to draw them for you? they all sound so cool jshdfg

that's all okay!! I will give you their physical descriptions :)

Electrode - very very short with bright green hair that's very fluffy (and one strand falls long over their ear). They have bright yellow eyes and are very pale. They have a lot of scars on their arms, and usually wear some random t-shirt, black cargo pants, and a black work belt with more pockets. They also have a lightning bolt tattoo on their wrist

Virtue - normal sized, light brown skin and dark brown eyes. They have medium length black hair that falls a little over their face. They usually wear all black

Leto - very tall, tan skin and light brown eyes. She usually looks scuffed up, and has long brown hair that's usually pulled back into a ponytail. She either wears her hero uniform (light blue suit with dark blue detail), or simple clothes

Gemini - shorter than electrode, fat with big curly blonde hair and brown eyes. She usually wears light pink or blue with a leather jacket, and is usually holding her drumsticks

Airael - tall, black with dyed purple hair and dark brown eyes. He wears jeans and band shirts, and has a lot of bat themed tattoos on his body

Bug - normal sized with black hair that's usually partially dyed different colors. Half of its face has a burn scar, and they have various tattoos on their arms and usually wear a long jacket that has its sleeves ripped off

Cato - short with short brown hair, brown eyes, and usually wears a jacket with a band shirt and jeans. They also have scars all over their arms and hands.