#they would be buddies who are constantly mysteriously injured and have parts of their lives that they're real shady about

[science-lings]

I feel like Matt and Phoenix would be best friends

they both wake up and worry about how they're going to afford rent, go to court to defend someone who totally looks like they did it, have an insanely homosexual moment with their best friend, think about that one time that they hooked up with She-Hulk, not think about how their type is people that scare them a little, get the shit beat out of them and then come out kind of fine, find a big important corrupt guy to send to jail when everyone else is too afraid to touch him, and then they go to sleep alone because their martyr complex extends to avoiding romantic connections.

They also care less about the word of the law and are willing to break it for the sake of actual justice and push through injuries through sheer willpower.

[narniasummerexchange]

Modern Romanticism

for @little-narnian-notes

Word count: 2423

Summary: Modern!au. You meet Susan at university and your emotions snowball.

The university is beautiful. A roving campus steeped in centuries of history and knowledge. A gorgeous lawn you can imagine yourself studying on in the warmer months and a name and plaque for everything.

Downside? The fact you think you’ve made a grave mistake with your classes for the semester. You can just feel the thousands of dollars gurgling down the drain in the pursuit of intellectual enlightenment. Still, you plough on in the hopes that the next set of classes is better now you know what you don’t want.

You stifle a yawn and frown at yourself. You’ve held off from coffee for this long, but it’s getting to crunch time and there’s no more room for being strong and exercising self-restraint. You need caffeine.

Standing in line at the little cafe down the road, you rub at your eyes as you examine the menu. It’s a fairly average place - cream walls with old mass-produced paintings and stiff wooden chairs with rocky tables that you wouldn’t dream of resting your drink on. The usual or drink of the day, you ponder.

“One medium latte, regular sugar please.”

The voice in front of you sounds nice enough, gently pulling you from your early morning daze. Shifting in your worn jeans, your eyes follow the figure to their bag. The satchel is familiar, with its gold lion badge against warm brown leather. It sits a few rows in front of you in your Wednesday morning and Friday afternoon Intro to Poetics lectures. Someone clears their throat and you leap forward sluggishly to place your own order, coughing out a general apology. You stand aside once you’re done, eyes wandering till they fall on the customer in front of you.

The young woman is devastatingly pretty. Quiet, attentive eyes that seem to fragment light. Feathery lashes that tickle the fainest of freckles, surely earned from summers gone by. A glow to her cheeks and a striking lip colour flawlessly streaked on. If you had some kind of artistic talent, you might have gone on about her for longer. Her order is called and she drops the barista a whisper of a smile with her thanks, leaving you with your inadequate thoughts.

You find out through plenty of coincidence and eavesdropping - a rather bad habit of yours - that her name is Susan. An old school name, but you don’t question it. In fact, it suits her. Sophisticated and timeless.

It’s silly. You’ve never even had a proper conversation with her, why is she suddenly so interesting to you? Now you know she exists, as much as you try to stop yourself, you start seeing her everywhere.

Susan is very keep to herself, despite the many people she knows and enjoys. A spectre that weaves the quad pillars between classes. Long, whispering hair and a glide to her step. It contradicts all of the tidbits that you’ve picked up about her.

Most mornings you see her in the cafe, sometimes with a latte - usually those days entail vibrant makeup, maybe to distract from the long nights - other times with a green tea. You still haven’t introduced yourself during lectures, which you’re fine with - at moment, you’re existing educationally.

When you finally speak, your thoughts by now have gotten away from you and you’ve put this poor girl on a pedestal of beauty and curiosity. The lecturer for poetry - a kind woman who wears flowing tops in kaleidoscope floral, just the type of person you expect to teach such a class - asks for a group brainstorm on romanticism in the 18th century. Your partner in crime, Jonathon is away with the flu, leaving you high and dry on the buddy front. Susan is looking around, till her eyes land on you. She makes a little gesture at you and you nod, pulling your stuff together to move to her.

“Hi, I’m Susan.” She says brightly, holding out her hand.

You utter your own name, firmly gripping your hand. She looks at you, with a glitter to her eyes and a twitch to her pink lips.

“We get coffee around the same time, don’t we?” She drops your usual order.

“That’s about right. I’m surprised you recognised me, seeing as I’m always behind you.”

Both of you laugh at your attempt for humour then get down to it, knowing there’s only a limited amount of time.

Conversation flows easily with her and it’s not a struggle to remember what was said just ten minutes ago when her mind races eloquently and jump starts your own. Between your interpretations of what it all means, to how it’s seen today, ideas bounce back and forth constantly like the ebb and flow of the waves. It’s a little painful when time is called. Still, she smiles at you, the edges of her mouth curling.

You grab her phone number at the end of class, as she assures you that she’ll find you on messenger later. It feels like some sort of victory really.

She messages you the next day, asking if you were up for a party on the Friday. Spontaneous and filled with emojis. Much more like the nuggets of facts you;d heard. You decline though, stating you had too much to catch up on that weekend. Maybe next time, she replies. But, honestly, you’ve never been one for the night life of university. Of the house parties and pub crawls till your eyes fall out and you fall over. You get pictures on her snapchat story of that weekend, her make up sharp and figure flattered in the same kind of red that swirls in her glass. This was more common of her.

Anyway, there’s always still the cafe in the morning. Now you smile when you make eye contact and make brief small talk while you wait. Names pop up here and there, mixed with if only’s and back when’s and you wonder if the people who she’s made these memories with are very far away. You walk in time with one another back to campus and she babbles about what happened on the weekend and about how she wishes her roommate would tone it down on the punk rock for a moment so she can think - or at least share the speaker. She asks you about your days and feelings and that need to look at her blooms again. To take in every single part of her, because there is just so much there to admire.

Nowadays, you meet up to proofread work before handing it in or just to study in general. You excel in Shakespeare and the Elizabethan language - begrudgingly - and she seems to have the hang of everything else. Sitting in the cafe is your new favourite thing, especially in the mornings when the sun isn’t too strong as it filters down the street and into the big glass window the both of you have claimed as your own.

Susan looks at you, warmth rounding her cheeks and pen poised above paper. Her burgundy sweater devours her adoringly but you know from the cut of the fabric that it probably wasn’t hers to start with. “Has anyone told you that you’re quite the romantic?”

You splutter, her lovely aesthetic stationary feeling too pretty for your tactless grip. “P-Pardon me?”

She laughs. It’s not bell-like, but full and soft, like cotton sheets and a cat’s purr. She taps her pen to the spiral-bound notebook pinned under her wrist. You’ve managed to stuff a pie of paper under a table leg so it doesn’t rock and you’re careful not to be the one to kick it.

“Your way with words. It’s long and flowery. But not in a bad way! You just sound like a lovesick teenager about everything. Even coffee if I’m reading this right. There’s a pause and she smiles, turning it from a sharp beam to a glow. "It’s cute.”

Your face feels red and you can’t look her in the eye as you croak out a broken thank you.

It’s just getting to autumn and she’s suddenly gone very quiet. It’s mothers day and you’re both situated in the cafe, comparing notes again on what you suspect to be your own lecturer’s work. Her make up is a bit more subdued and her long hair is tied up off her face in fluffy, slept in waves. She reminds you of your first meeting, the colours de-saturated. She hasn’t done a very good job of hiding her weariness, from the way her nimble fingers tick slowly to the dullness in her eyes.

You clear your throat shyly. “Su, are you okay? You’re awfully quiet.”

She stares at you for a long moment before sighing. “Yeah. Sort of.”

“How come you aren’t at home, though? Didn’t you say that you lived close by?”

If your parents weren’t overseas for their anniversary, you would have made the long trip back home to cook breakfast and dry cupcakes along with binge-watch that murder mystery series you mum adores so much. She nods and shrugs, pulling her hands away from her tea into her lap.

“My parents aren’t very well at the moment. None of my family is. Just before the start of the semester, there was an accident - the train that derailed down by the south tunnel?” You nod for her. “We were all coming back from holiday. I missed the train in favour of one last night at the festival- James was really cute - but the rest of them - my parents, my three siblings, a cousin and a few family friends - went ahead on time. They were all in the front carriage. So at the moment, it’s just me. Everyone else is in hospital. Seriously injured or in a coma.”

You can’t resist the urge to reach out your hand to grip her arm. It jerks her eyes up to make contact with yours.

“How horrible! Su, I’m so sorry. I’m here for you, you know that right?”

She gives a melancholy curl to her lips and nods, twisting her arm to squeeze back. “I know, thank you.”

You make it your mission afterwards to watch over her. Insist on her messaging you when she got home from a night out, even though she was making all her friends do the same to her. Offering a cookie or two in your lectures - warm and just slightly soft in the middle with gooey choc chips, her favourite. Popping up with notions to go out and explore the town. She had been so kind to you before, you felt the need to return the favour.

This is when things went down hill.

You thought you had her on your mind before, not it was borderline obsessive. Not just her well-being, but just her. Did she like what you wrote? Did she know it might have been about her? Susan’s rapid existence had snowballed violently into a full-blown crush. You try your best not to stare at her too much, pressing crescents into your palms to quell the urge to hug her out on the university’s front lawn. She talked more about her family now that her burden was off her chest. How Edmund would read poetry with her, no matter how little patience he had for it. That Peter would we livid she was wearing on of his favourite sweaters out so quickly. Eustace would be prodding Lucy’s innocent buttons, with his best friend Jill holding no loyalties except to women. She hugs you when you part now, her rosy, floral scent surrounding you in a pleasant haze and her silky hair brushing elegantly against your cheek. Oh, if you had a truly creative cell in your body, you would have written great stories of her by now.

Together you sit in her living room, on a well-loved but slightly bowed sofa, some tv series you wanted to binge on playing softly on the screen. Legs innocently tangled and in your most comfy pyjamas, while she whines just a little for the bag of snakes on your other side. She’s devoured the chocolate pretzels you brought around, knowing she would enjoy them. Your insides are coiled tight and your heart thudding out of your chest warmly. You kick the bag aside and turn to face her, still almost shoulder to shoulder. You can’t not say something. Now with how soft she looks and the comfort and perfect familiarity seeping into your bloodstream.

“Let’s go out sometime.”

She blinks at you, argument cut short. “W-What?”

“We should go out sometime. Just us. Like on…on a…a date.”

The tension spikes and thickens like whipping cream. She stares at you, beautiful glowing eyes flashing with the screen. The blanket smells like her, floral but not too strong with a hint of something else underneath. Her freckles stand out under the artificial light and you wonder for half a breath what you must look like to her.

“I really like you, Su.” You take a breath and a moment to gather your thoughts. You don’t want to sound like rom-com, even if you both like them. “You’ve become really important to me since we met and I’d like to try this with you. Know I can make you happy, especially now and be there for you. Hope you feel something. So, can we?”

You lay your hands out on the blanket between you with bated breath, so much so you might turn blue, but you wouldn’t mind. There is a pensive moment where her eyes examine you before she bridges the gap to twine her cool fingers with yours. Her cheeks bloom red and you grin at her, so bright that you can’t see through your lashes.

“I - of course. You’ve been with me in a way most of my other friends haven’t. I’ve - I’ve thought about you a lot. So, yeah. Let’s give this a go.”

The sigh that passes your lips is heavy and your face floods back with colour. Her next action leaves your breath caught in your throat again as one hand slide up your arm to cup a cheek. Eyes bore into you and her narrow nose is a breath away from yours.

“Can I…kiss you?” She murmurs. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we sat down, really.”

You laugh breathlessly. “If you want.”

When her lips press against yours, all your thoughts finally settle so it’s just…Susan.

[mic-and-cheese]

Kannon Profile

One sentence description: Former government spy who found happiness in villainy

Full Name: Kasey Bel Nickname: Kannon Reason for Nickname: Kannon is a code name to protect Kasey's identity while time traveling Supervillain Name: Villusionary Age: 21 years (in 1964) Sex: unknown Gender: nonbinary (specifically, ambonec) Place of Birth: unknown Birthday: June 23rd Currently living in: unknown island in the Pacific Species/Race: Human [super] Ethnicity: African American Occupation: government spy or supervillain, depending on point in time Sexual Orientation: greyromantic asexual Social Status: Middle class, upper class as a supervillain Relationship Status: In a relationship/married depending point in time Status: Deceased

Appearance

Body Build: Short and thin, nearly underweight Height: 4’10” Weight: 98 lbs Skin colour: Dark Hair style: Short, slicked back, and a bit choppily cut Hair colour: black and dyed white Eye colour: Dark brown Distinguishing Features: two-toned hair, often scowling but can occasionally be caught making strange expressions for seemingly no reason Preferred Clothing: business casual; likes most things comfortable and modest Accessories: time travel gauntlets

Supersuit: a suit made as a collaboration between Kannon and Syndrome. The suit is made with technology from the 2080's that Kannon had archived before going back in time. It contains a vast number of functions, including the ability to scale walls and ceilings, disguise itself as another person and even replicate their voice, or not be sensed at all, break objects using the breaking frequency of the object itself, fly with the use of rocket boots, is bulletproof, and make basic predictions of an enemy's motion to aid in combat.

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: history and the future, high tech (especially planes), the 1960's, bossa nova music, warm, tropical places, quiet places without a lot of people, small spaces, nature (especially jungles and beaches), contemporary design, documentaries, learning new things Dislikes: loud places, lots of people, the cold, snow, spiders, mornings

Hobbies: reading, watching old movies and documentaries, listening to music, going on long walks, studying aerospace engineering

Habits

Kannon is oddly stiff when they move

They're prone to running their hand through their hair, putting their hand on their chin, not making eye contact and constantly looking around

Kannon is also fidgety with their hands and has picked up some of Syndrome's habits as well

Strengths/Weaknesses

Strengths: intelligent, quick thinker, quick runner

Weakness: emotionally distant, has a hard time understanding and recognizing other people, feels like they don't have a purpose without other people, physically weak, doesn't like to acknowledge their own faults

Skills/Abilities

Though Kannon doesn't know it, they are technically a super. They have the ability to go almost completely unnoticed by others. The power is always in affect, unless Kannon really wants to be noticed, and it doesn't effect people Kannon knows well. Kannon is about as qualified as an astronaut and has a number of skills acquired from their training, such as the ability to fly a plane, do surveillance work, repair a vast assortment of machinery, and administer first aid. Kannon is also skilled at disguising themselves.

Fears

Getting lost, not having a purpose, being trapped, open spaces, plane crashes, fire, losing Syndrome, being the center of attention

Personality

Is a very quiet and secretive person, though very observant. They prefer to spend their time on the sidelines, watching others. In fact, you'll hardly notice they're even there. Despite this, it's not difficult to persuade Kannon into action with the right motivation. Although Kannon enjoys studying small details and can make great connection between them, they tend to be oblivious to them if they aren't pointed out. Because of this, Kannon seems to be a bit spacey

Quiet, and secretive, yet observant. They prefer to spend their time on the sidelines watching others. Kannon hates being part of the action.

Loves studying small details, and can make amazing mental connections between them, but can be oblivious to larger details

Oblivious and emotionally distant in general. Has a hard time expressing genuine emotion and reading others. Their understanding of the emotions of others is more logical than empathetic, and Kannon does not feel sympathy

Kannon feels lost and without a purpose without someone telling them what to do or what goal to work for

Relationships

Family: Biological family unknown, later has two children, twins Hal and Maisy Love interest: Buddy "Syndrome" Pine (Boyfriend/husband depending on point in time) Friends/Allies: Mirage (used to be friends before Mirage stopped working for Syndrome) The Underminer, Baron Von Ruthless, Bomb Voyage, and many other villains (temporary allies) Enemies: Mirage, The Underminer, Baron Von Ruthless, Bomb Voyage, many other villians, all supers, especially the Incredibles, and the NSA

History

Most of Kannon's history prior to time traveling is unknown, especially because one of the unforeseen side effects of time traveling is slowly forgetting events before the travel. Kannon was trained as a government spy somewhat early in their life, though their exact age when they started training is unknown, however, Kannon's vast level of qualifications within their lifetime suggest that they may have begun training as a child, or that most of their knowledge was artificially learned, though they don't remember it.

Kannon time traveled back to the year 1964 in order to document missing information about Syndrome's rise to power that didn't add up. Their mission required them to observe Syndrome's corporation from afar. Because the mission required that Kannon do as little as possible to prevent disturbing the timeline, they often hid in plain sight disguised as an inconspicuous person. In 1964, Kannon used their knowledge and resources to find Mirage in order to get closer to Syndrome's corporation in an inconspicuous manner. Mirage at the time was also a government spy sent to research mysterious activity surrounding Syndrome. Kannon and Mirage quickly became close friends, and the two were hired by Syndrome in 1965. During Kannon's observation, they witnessed the deaths of many supers and Mirage defect to Syndrome's side, as well as the creation of technological advances that were unheard of for their time. While in Kannon's native timeline, they had a great respect and admiration for Syndrome as a superhero and inventor praised by the public, Kannon discovered that Operation Kronos was nothing but a plan to kill off supers while Syndrome created the facade of being a hero. Kannon was revolted at this revelation, but still continued to monitor the corporation's actions until 1970. In 1970, Operation Kronos had nearly come to completion as Mr. Incredible was finally located and brought to Nomanisan Island, yet in Kannon's native timeline, Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl had been retired since 1955, yet there they were. Not soon after, Mirage came to Kannon, asking them to abandon Syndrome's mission with her for endangering her life, but Kannon refused for the sake of their mission. By this point, Kannon had realized they were no longer able to travel back to their time due to a timeline inconsistency, unaware that the reason for the inconsistency was because their actions had inadvertently prevented Syndrome's guards from killing the Incredibles family. The realization that they could not return home threw Kannon into a highly unstable crisis that prompted them to ask any other known tech genius they could find to remake the time travel device as soon as they got off Nomanisan, completely overlooking the fact that they could very well jeopardize the future further by interacting so heavily with anyone from this timeline. Only the next day, and Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, two kids presumed to be their children, and Frozone defeated the robot that famously attacked Metroville and in their native timeline was defeated by Syndrome, (the Omnidroid 10, Kannon as discovered). Kannon had been near the scene of the attack, accompanying Syndrome as both back up and as means to escape from Nomanisan when they got an alert that something had gone wrong; Syndrome later devised a plan to ambush the Parr household, but decided instead to kidnap their youngest and previously unknown child to raise as a sidekick. When the Parr's returned home, Syndrome attempted to make his escape with the child, but was foiled as Mr. Incredible threw his car at the Mantajet, throwing Syndrome into the jet's engine, and injuring Kannon to the point that they feared death if they did not quickly remake the time travel device, they'd surely die, if not of their injuries alone, then of an infection or outdated medical practices. They made the decision to save Syndrome, who was at the brink of death, in the hope that Syndrome could somehow recreate their time travel device to send them back to their time, now that Operation Kronos had failed, abruptly ending Kannon's mission and forfeiting any loyalty they once had to the government in favor of simply living. Kannon was able to stay hidden with Syndrome until their small recovery force had arrived, the force composed of some of the few still loyal to Syndrome after Nomanisan had been discovered by the authorities and Syndrome's assets frozen. They then went into hiding on another, smaller island Syndrome had previously prepared in case Nomanisan was compromised and Kannon began to spend their time looking after Syndrome, nursing him back to health. As they continued to interact more and more, they made a deal with one another. Syndrome would recreate Kannon's time travel device in exchange for assistance on his next plan, Operation Zeus once he had recovered enough. After their agreement put them on positive terms with one another and the lonliness of the island forced them to seek out each other for any sort of socialization outside of the few guards, they slowly developed a friendship. A few months later and Syndrome and Kannon's friendship would slip into a relationship. By May of 1970, Operation Zeus was ready to begin. Kannon began to contact other supervillains to work for them, promising high tech weapons and money in the future in exchange for creating incidents of terror and robbing banks to supply funding for later phases, and by 1971, using some of the funding provided by the villains they hired, Syndrome and Kannon were able to create a new, state of the art supersuit that allowed Kannon to artificially use a wide variety of superpowers, and expand their island operations. The competion of this suit marked the beginning of Operation Zeus' phase 2; Villusionary became Kannon's supervillian identity, hacking into systems, stealing blueprints, technology, and secret documents from heroes and villains alike, including many of the very villains they had hired. Having acquired these new plans, various technologies, and weapons, Syndrome began to improve upon both his and Kannon's supersuits, as well as using the information they gained to discover the weaknesses of those they stole from. Though whispers of the thief had begun to spread in both superhero and villain circles, the cloaking abilities of both Kannon's suit and their natural abilities prevented them from being spotted. In 1972, Syndrome was finally able to recreate a compatible time travel device by using parts from Kannon's device and purposefully hacking into them to prevent them from shutting off after detecting a timeline inconsistency, and having recovered enough to continue Operation Zeus on his own, began to prepare for Kannon to return to their own time. However, by this point, Kannon had become accustomed to the 1970's, and loved Syndrome too much to simply leave, all the while their memories of the 2090's were beginning to fade, so Kannon decided to stay. By 1974, Syndrome and Kannon got married and had two children, twins Hal and Maisy and decide to put Operation Zeus on a semi-hiatus to raise them. Though Kannon no longer used the Villusionary persona, Syndrome continued to make modifications upon the previously stolen tech, including one particular invention, the hypnotism technology created by Evelyn Deavor. Meanwhile, Hal and Maisy were brought up taught to believe that their parents were superheroes in the sheltered environment of the island. In 1984, they resumed Operation Zeus and begin phase 3, using the modified hypnotism technology, no longer in the form of googles, but instead as a chip small enough to be injected into the eyes. Once again under the guise of Villusionary, Kannon began tracking down supers and inserting the chips as they slept, each chip programmed to hypnotize the supers into a frenzied, destructive state. Now with supers going rogue and the villains they previously hired ordered to go on massive rampages worldwide, the public has no choice but to rely on Syndrome as their hero, spreading the false narrative of a former villain who found the good in his heart to become a hero and save the people from a spreading epidemic of violence, while Villusionary masqueraded as the sole mastermind behind the crime spree to throw the public off Syndrome's trail while also giving him a nemesis to "defeat." Under their theatrical reign, they killed several of the villains they had hired, and jailed dozens of supers, only for them to "break out" in order continue the charade. However, with the sudden reemergence of Syndrome, Mirage was quickly on his and Kannon's trail; though she had previously believed that Kannon and Syndrome had both been killed in the plane crash. Mirage eventually tracked down Syndrome and Kannon to their home, and though she did not find Syndrome, she found Villusionary, who profusely denied being Kannon and telling her that Syndrome was dead. Mirage knew this was all a lie and got into a fight with Villusionary, and severely damaged the suit's mask, forcing Villusionary to reveal themselves as Kannon. After their discovery, Kannon was able to make their escape after Mirage's failed attempt to capture them, but not before Mirage caught a short glimpse of Hal and Maisy fleeing with Kannon, the kids' similarities to their father further proving that Syndrome had been alive far longer than Mirage had originally thought. The family's discovery by Mirage forced them to relocate and prematurely put Operation Zeus into full swing, planning to stage a massacre of the NSA to prevent any information of their discovery from becoming public knowledge. Though the massacre was a success, what Kannon and Syndrome hadn't anticipated was that the villians they hadn't killed were hungry for revenge after word of their betrayal spread, forcing them to relocate again, and calling off Operation Zeus until further notice. Finally, in May of 1992, Kannon and Syndrome were cornered and killed by the villains they had betrayed that had once again tracked them down. Hal and Maisy were able to get away and in 1993 used the repaired time travel devices to go to the year 2094 to escape the wrath of heroes and villains alike who wanted them dead purely for the actions of their parents. Hal and Maisy would go on to become superheroes and open a supervillain reform center.

Trivia

Despite Kannon's love of technology, they have a rather difficult time using it. Though this is only because they're not used to technology from the 60's and 70's. They're much more proficient in Syndrome's tech and tech from their own time, though they got used to it eventually

Kannon pretends they don't care much for music, but in reality loves a wide variety of genres and will often hum or dance to it when they're alone

Kannon mostly calls Syndrome Buddy, but will often switch names, usually taking minute cues from their own or Syndrome's mood. Their use of the names is a very personal aid to their communication, with each name having different connotations

Because Kannon is a historian, they like to document events and daily things that seem mundane to most people

Favourites

Food: pretty much anything with shrimp Colour: black Animal: tasmanian devil Number: 5 Holiday: New Years Season: Summer Time of day: Night Genre of music: Bossa Nova Genre of literature: Non-fiction Genre of shows: Documentary Genre of movies: Action, old horror movies

Health

General health: Excellent, doesn't get sick easily Any physical illnesses?: No Any mental illnesses?: developed PTSD after the plane crash Take drugs?: No Smoke?: No

Mental/Emotional State

Archetype(s): Career Criminal, Champion, Seeker, Turncoat Act before thinking/Think before acting?: Think before acting Emotion-wise, generally: distant, numb, perceives their own and others emotions with logic rather than feeling

Conversation

Way of speaking: very slight southern accent, speaks in a very academic manner Common conversation starter: "Tell me about it." Swears?: Like a fucking sailor. Usually only swears for sarcasm or if surprised, rarely swears when angry

Education/Intelligence

Education: Unknown, but presumably highly educated in multiple fields like psychology, history, anthropology, sociology, mathematics, computer science and engineering, electrical engineering, and mechanical engineering IQ: 145 EQ: 60

Secrets

They are fascinated by death, destruction, and suffering. They don't like those things per say, but they find them interesting

Kannon didn’t believe they could fall in love before meeting Syndrome

Kannon wishes they were more musically inclined, but hasn't done much to pursue it

Kannon hides most small details from people, even if they aren't things that need to be hidden

They are somewhat of a pathological liar, though their lies are mostly white lies. These lies rarely get discovered because they're usually not things people look into, and Kannon remembers them well. Many of their lies they make up on the spot for no reason and haven't even realized that they were lying until they've already spoken

Kannon is scared of cats and horses