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Dave's Eventual Cape Name (Vote is not binding, mostly fishing for ideas)

  • Sharky

    Votes: 3 6.1%
  • Palp

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Trouble

    Votes: 15 30.6%
  • Terrorist

    Votes: 12 24.5%
  • Town

    Votes: 1 2.0%
  • Snake

    Votes: 2 4.1%
  • Solid Snake

    Votes: 10 20.4%
  • Pikachu

    Votes: 5 10.2%
  • Something else I am putting as a comment in the thread

    Votes: 1 2.0%

  • Total voters
    49
  • Poll closed .
Chapter 58: Getting An Entire Family To Drink Your Zoomy Juices Sounds Almost Inappropriate When You Put It That Way. New
Chapter 58: Getting An Entire Family To Drink Your Zoomy Juices Sounds Almost Inappropriate When You Put It That Way.

January 16, 2010, Saturday. Brockton Bay, Pelham House.



After a brief moment of surprise from around the room, Sarah spoke to answer Bella's question. "First of all, I'm proud of you for asking and not just jumping on the opportunity Bella." She said, once again showing off her famous Photon Mom energy.

"There are a few upsides and downsides to consider." Sarah continued. "The upsides are somewhat obvious; a power boost making you effectively a low-level Parahuman without going through a Trigger event, god knows lots of people would wish for powers in a bottle if they could get them." Eevee, no, Dave shivered at that, hard. Hard enough that everybody noticed, though Sarah, Crystal, and Bella had all seen Dave do that before and so didn't say anything, and Vicky and Amy didn't say anything upon realizing nobody else was going to comment on it.

"Anyways," Sarah said, regathering her thoughts. "A speed boost is an excellent way to escape, and we simply live in a dangerous world, and as the closest friend of my daughter, an open Cape, you are in a little more danger than most. It would also, if I understand it correctly, give you an equivalent of a Thinker power by allowing you to think faster, giving you an advantage in the everyday parts of your life, even including school, as it would likely allow you to complete your homework faster."

At that comment, Amy, Vicky, and Crystal all sat up straighter and their eyes lit up in eagerness.

"However," Sarah said. "The downsides are worth taking into consideration. If you are caught using them, you would be outed as a 'Parahuman' without actually having a full set of powers to protect yourself, though Dave's items could help with that. That aside, if someone realizes exactly what power you have, it could risk revealing Dave's identity when they connect the dots that the two of you are friends, particularly after people realize that Dave can grant that power to anyone, people will wonder why a non-Parahuman would be given the speed boost power, and quickly realize there is a connection in your civilian identities."

Bella frowned at that. It had sounded like it was just generally upsides until the part about the risk to Dave's identity came out.

"I don't particularly care if that happens." Eevee said at that point. When everyone turned to her, she shrugged and continued. "Having a civilian identity is nice and all, but my only real friend, or even acquaintance, that isn't a Parahuman is Bella, and while I wouldn't unmask myself willingly under normal circumstances, if it resulted in her getting better protection, I'm willing to risk it. The biggest downsides for me when it comes to unmasking, would be Bella's safety and the unwanted fame and ability to go grocery shopping in peace."

As Eevee thought about it, she found less objections. "Actually," Eevee added, "even the grocery shopping in peace part could probably be handled with a fake ID and a form change to something more normal looking that isn't my real appearance. So really, if it improves Bella's safety, my identity being at risk shouldn't be a reason to refuse." Eevee said.

Sarah looked on in approval and a little bit of pride at that, both the heroicness of it and the act of thinking it through. Amy and Vicky, actually looked at the scene with a bit of admiration at seeing a genuine heroic moment… even if it was slightly ruined by the fact it was a scantily clad, buff, sexy, furry that was saying it.

Crystal meanwhile, was simply satisfied and smug at seeing everyone see how good her choice in friends was.

Sarah smiled and said, "Well, those were the biggest concerns I could think of. As you wouldn't actually be a Parahuman, you wouldn't end up with the need to use your powers that we have, so you could just keep it in reserve to use in emergencies if you want. So, at this point, I'd say it's up to you what you want to do." She told Bella.

Bella nodded solemnly, and grabbed one of the Stamina Perk bottles, before chugging the entire thing and letting out a burp. Then glaring at Eevee for some reason.

Eevee shrugged helplessly. "What? The soda items all work that way. You have to drink the entire thing for it to work, and they take effect at the forced burp afterwards. I can't do anything about the burp, and even if I could, it would just turn it into regular soda instead of something that gives superpowers. You saw Li—I mean Foxy drink it, you should have realized."

"I forgot about it." Bella grumped. Then brightened up as she pointed at Eevee. "I demand tail time as compensation!"

Eevee shrugged and waved her tail in front of Bella's face, where it was quickly grabbed and started to receive pets.



Crystal Pelham

Crystal, like usual, managed to accumulate more responsibilities by just being alive. She cottoned on— heh, cottoned on, when Eevee is all fluffy like cotton—to Bella's plan as soon as the sexy Eevee in the bikini walked into the living room.

While she very much enjoyed the show, she was now going to have to figure out what to do about Amy being obviously interested in women, and Vicky showing some interest as well. It was... probably best to handle them one at a time? Definitely not right now, maybe wait until tomorrow for Amy to sound her out after sort of ambushing her yesterday about her power and the Marquis stuff. Vicky… is admittedly less mature than Amy in general, but Crystal figured Vicky would probably take a conversation seriously.

Unfortunately, she would need to handle both conversations herself. She was pretty sure Mom had noticed both girls' interest in the admittedly attractive Eevee form Dave had taken, but Mom also wasn't very helpful when Crystal herself had found out she was also interested in girls. Granted, she was supportive, but she couldn't relate to being interested in ladies.

As the most senior member of New Wave that wasn't straight (that she knew of anyways), it was going to be up to Crystal to give these two the Brockton Bay talk about their interests.

Hopefully neither of them go into denial about it… that would be an absolute pain in the ass.

On the bright side, Hurricane Dave, or Hurricane Eevee in this case, had been extremely effective at breaking Amy out of her moping, and successfully distracted Vicky from trying to figure out what was wrong with her sister.

Right, just need to give my younger cousins the talk about being interested in girls while being a girl in a city overrun by Nazis, in a post-Legend world at that. This is going to be so complicated isn't it? At least it's future Crystal's problem. Present Crystal gets to enjoy a cool power-up.



The rest of New Wave had finished their patrol and agreed to meet at the Pelham house after receiving a message from Sarah.

Upon entering, they were met by an unusual sight.

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(There are no Oscar Trophies present in the scene though)





It was a man in a suit… but with Thomas the Tank Engine wearing pixelated sunglasses in place of a head.

"Come on in me chaps, have a nice cup of tea." Dave invited them in while uses his best British accent.

After everyone had actually entered the house, he clarified, "I don't actually have any tea, this isn't my house."

"I'm aware this isn't your house." Eric said as he sat down. "And I don't think Uncle Mark or Aunt Carol drink tea anyways."

"Well that's okay," Dave said, returning to his normal voice and accent. "I may not have tea, but I have soda!"



While Sarah pulled Carol to the side, everyone else received an explanation on the Speed Gun and the Stamina Perk items.

After the explanation was over, Eric immediately spoke. "I want both. I'm already the slowest flyer, but I also have the strongest forcefields, so the Speed Gun thing will just help cover my weaknesses." He glanced at all the adults in the room and belatedly added "And it will let me escape unfavorable situations more easily." He seemed to believe adding that to his argument would make it more likely he would be allowed to get it.

Neil on the other hand, had simply shrugged. "Obviously we will probably all want the triple speed with no downsides. I'll happily take the quintuple speed as well, even if I probably won't use it much for actual movement. It's just risky for someone like me to move that fast without the reflexes to avoid hitting someone, that would be like running them over with a truck at fifteen times my normal speed. I'm already a bit faster than a normal person because of my increased strength, so going full speed would just be a bad idea in most circumstances."

"However," he added, "it would come in handy in some circumstances, and with it being adjustable and toggleable, it has no real downsides as long as I don't use it when I shouldn't, and I like to think I'm experienced enough to judge when that is." He said somewhat humbly. "Plus, if I understand it right, it would let me hit a lot harder, because I could make my punches or kicks or tackles five times faster."

Mark had similar reasoning. "Yeah, that's about the same for me, except I'm not generally in close combat, and I might break my fist if I tried to punch someone at fifteen times speed, so I probably won't use it for that unless absolutely necessary. But, as Neil said, it being toggleable and adjustable means I can use my judgement on when to use it and to what extent. It's almost always better to have more options available. This is a little niche, but the Speed Gun thing isn't quite an exception to that."

Then he added. "Of course, the triple speed with the reflex boost and minor Thinker power is obviously something I'd be happy and honored to accept."

At this point, Victoria gave him her best puppy dog eyes, and asked "So… does that mean I can take both too?"

Mark looked at her thoughtfully. "You can drink the bottle, and after Neil and I, and your mother and aunt if they decide to use it, have experimented and trained with the Speed Gun boost, we'll see. You'll need probably need to do some training before and after though, just like with the Flopper, which you are almost ready to take I'd say. Just be aware that if you do decide to use the Speed Gun boost Vicky, that you will not be allowed to patrol until we are certain you have both the Flopper power and your new speed under control."

"What?" Vicky exclaimed. "Why?" She demanded.

Mark just looked at her dryly. "Because you would need to get used to both of them, and either one of them by themselves could easily turn a civilian into splatter if you aren't careful with it. Both could easily see you turning multiple civilians into splatter if you get even a little reckless."

Then, Mark went for the killing blow. "Your tendency to show off, like that stunt you pulled at school that we got a call about, could have easily killed at least one person if you had pulled that after having the Flopper and were going fifteen times faster than you were expecting to go and hadn't trained to get used to your new speed." He said, referring to the incident earlier in the school year when Vicky had cracked the concrete in front of the school by doing a dramatic landing on it.

While Vicky was gaping at the idea of facing consequences for her actions several months prior, Mark turned to Amy. "What about you, did you want the Speed Gun boost?" He asked gently. He wasn't sure what was up with her, but he could tell she had been feeling off since yesterday evening, and now that his depression was better, he was determined to do his best to be there for her.

Amy shook her head. "No, I'm not too interested in the other speed thing either."

Mark paused at that. "Are you sure? I won't force you of course, but it would make me feel a lot better if you could escape a bad situation more easily."

"I was still going to take it anyway," Amy assured him. "If only because Sarah theorized that it would help with schoolwork because I would be able to think, read, and write three times as fast as before."

"Still," Mark said. "I would encourage you to explore what it offers a little more. I've felt better about your safety since you started exercising and learning to use a firearm. If you're anything like me, you might find that exercise can help your mental state as well, which is particularly important since you have hospital work, which is famously one of the most stressful jobs in the world. If you want to take up running in the mornings with me, let me know." He said, and patted her shoulder.

"I'll think about it." She told him. Though, the burritos might also be able to give her a caffeine boost if she could finagle the right settings. Then, combined with the healing and nutrition, she might be able to actually handle mornings. Truly, the world had changed since Dave crashed into the life of New Wave.













Author's Note: Another Chapter down! Yeahya!...

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to announce that I will be changing my release schedule to 5 chapters per week for now. This chapter simply took a lot longer than I was expecting without ending up any longer in wordcount, and I don't want to burn out by trying to write at least one chapter every day. I did it pretty easily early on, because I was so excited to share the story that was in my head and explore it by actually writing it out.

I still am excited of course, but now that the initial burst of energy is gone, I don't want to try to force myself to maintain that pace. As funny as it would be to end up writing over 1 million words in a year if I did manage to keep it up… I don't think that's going to happen.

Depending on how things go, the release schedule will likely either remain at 5 per week, slow down to 3 or 4 per week, or move up to 6 or 7 per week. In any of these scenarios, once I finally get my stockpile to its goal, I will end up releasing extra chapters whenever the stockpile gets too large.

I just want to actually have my stockpile be at its initial goal for once dammit! I've never actually gotten the stockpile up to the 15-chapter mark that I had hoped it would get to.

For the chapter itself… I promise, next chapter, we will see a new Toy and Dave will visit the Firefighter Department. I'm afraid the rest of New Wave reacting to the dildo weaponry will have to happen off-screen however, just in order to keep things moving along.

Author's Note 2: Obviously, I've already moved to 5 chapters per week, so feel free to ignore that part of the original Author's Note.
 
Chapter 59: Meeting The Fire Chief New
Chapter 59: Meeting The Fire Chief

January 16, 2010, Saturday. Brockton Bay, Pelham House Garage.



Dave's request for an introduction to the Fire Department had been met with surprising enthusiasm.

It was decided that, since Sarah was busy getting everyone sorted with their new three-times boosted speed, Neil would be taking Dave to the Fire Department to make introductions. Apparently New Wave had friends in both the Fire and Police Departments from over the course of their long careers as heroes, and some of those friendships even dated back to when they had been the Brockton Bay Brigade and Neil had been the leader.

Neil had also agreed on behalf of New Wave to later introduce Dave and Lisa to the Police Department as well.

As they got into the smaller, non-Cape car the Pelham family used for smaller outings, Neil spoke. "So, why'd you want the introduction to the Fire Department? They are generally happy to work with any Parahumans that show up to help if there is a fire."

"Oh! A couple reasons really," Dave said, having transformed back into his standard Cape skin of Solid Snake. "I'd prefer to have any times I do work with them go as smoothly as possible to avoid misunderstandings or people getting hurt because I have to spend time explaining who I am and what I can do. I also am trying to get ahead in terms of Public Relations, and a good relationship with a crucial group like the Fire Department will only help with that. I was also going to ask them for a favor and offer them the usage of a couple of items."

Neil nodded thoughtfully as he started up the car and backed out of the garage. "That's a good idea, the Fire Department are good people, and will happily go to bat for you if you help them out. What favor are you going to ask? And what items were you planning to offer?"

"Well," Dave began. "I had a couple of ideas. The ones I am least certain about, are my incendiary and smoke grenades. I thought they might appreciate being able to practice with nonharmful smoke and fires that will be guaranteed to go out after a certain amount of time; but I'm only planning on offering, I have no idea if they would actually find either one useful. Unfortunately, the incendiary grenades don't burn things normally, so they can't be used for that controlled burn thing firefighters sometimes do to stop larger fires by burning up any fuel the fire might get to before the fire reaches that spot."

Neil hummed in thought. "Yeah, I'm not sure. They might be interested, but probably more so in the smoke grenades for practice drills than in the incendiary grenades."

Dave nodded. "I was going to offer to heal any current and former firefighters regularly as a sign of good will as well, they do important, dangerous work, and healing them is easy enough for me. The main thing aside from that though, was I was going to offer Fire Extinguishers from my power, and Radars. I'm not sure how good the Fire Extinguishers actually are, but they have unlimited fuel now, though they also blind anyone the spray hits. They do work on all kinds of fires, which I'm told is a fairly big deal because most Fire Extinguishers can only handle certain kinds."

Neil nodded. "Yeah, I can't say how excited they'll be for just Fire Extinguishers, even with unlimited fuel, they don't normally get called in for anything a single fire extinguisher can handle. The Radars though… that would be a pretty big deal for them."

Dave nodded, content his idea would work well enough.



It turned out, the person in charge of a city's Fire Department was called the Fire Chief. Dave had no idea until he had actual met one, but if anyone asked, his excuse was that he was less than three weeks old. Then, his plan was to ask if whoever asked him had known that the Fire Chief was the person in charge of a Fire Department when they were less than three weeks old.

Ahem.

Fire Chief Howard was a nice guy, big, and rather burly, but cheerfully met them with a smile, so he didn't seem intimidating despite his size.

After some brief introductions, Howard spoke up. "So Neil, what brings you around? It's always nice to see you, but since I assume this isn't an emergency…" He trailed off expectantly, and continued when Neil shook his head to confirm it was not, in fact, an emergency. "Since it isn't an emergency, we can chat for a while, but just be aware I am on duty. We can go ahead to my office so we're not in the way if a Fire Truck needs to leave."

With that, Howard led the way to his office, a fair way into the building itself.

"Feel free to have a seat." Howard said as he sat down, indicating the chairs in the corner.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Howard asked expectantly.

Neil gestured for Dave to go ahead, so Dave began to speak. "Well, I had a few things in mind. First, I wanted to touch base as a new Cape, and explain a little of what I can do so I can work with the Fire Department more effectively if need be. I also wanted to offer a few things and make a request in the hopes of improving my ability to help people as a Cape."

Howard nodded along at that. "So, I assume you asked Neil to introduce you so we knew you weren't a wacko or anything?" He asked.

Dave nodded. "Pretty much."

Howard nodded again in acceptance. "Well good for you. If only more new Capes did this kind of thing. You didn't necessarily need to bring Neil, I've heard about your work at the hospital, a couple of my boys were healed up by your machines, those knuckleheads thought the idea of being healed from burns by a 'Hotpocket' was the funniest thing ever. Still, it's always wonderful to see a new Cape decide to actually work with us and think things through instead of just jumping into a fire and expecting us to know how to work with them without ever meeting us."

Dave nodded happily, this was going great. "So, I've got a few abilities, the important ones for you guys to know, are that I get more stuff over time, and a lot of my things manifest in the form of objects I can use myself or give to others to use. Probably the most important thing you guys need to know, is that I can't die. If I would die, I enter a Breaker form instead, and then I'll just 'come back to life' after 10 minutes with full continuity of consciousness."

Chief Howard looked at Dave closely, then turned to Neil and asked, "Is this guy serious?"

When Neil nodded Howard took a moment before responding. "I see, in that case, it is a good thing you brought Neil. I know that one Nazi asshole does something similar with resurrection, but that's still a bit hard to swallow. Go ahead and tell me more."

Dave nodded. "Since I can't die, your people don't need to be too worried if I can't make it out of a fire, so you don't ever need to send someone in to help me specifically from a fire, I'll manage eventually. I also might eventually develop a power to make me immune to fire, but I don't have anything like that yet, but I will let you guys know if and when I ever do get fire immunity."

Howard whistled. "That'd be pretty impressive, but don't rely too much on a fancy Parahuman power for something like 'fire immunity', you need to worry about the heat itself and the smoke more than the fire in most cases. Unless you're fighting Lung or something I suppose, in which case fire immunity is pretty good."

"Let's see, what else," Dave pondered what order to say things in. "I can fly, I have immunity to explosions, not flames or force though, I'm around fifteen times faster than a normal human at my top running speed, but that's faster when I'm flying, and I can go faster than that if absolutely necessary. I'm easily strong enough to carry a person or two, and I have a few methods of healing, one of which works in an aura around me that I can toggle and whitelist or blacklist people on."

Howard had been nodding along, but not too enthused until that last one. "You'd heal my boys and girls?" He asked.

Dave hesitated. "Well, yes, but I was going to offer that anyways. I was referring to if someone was injured or something, I could heal them enough to pull them out of a burning building without risking killing them due to poor handling."

Howard nodded thoughtfully. "That's a pretty good spread of powers, and a lot of it could help us. We'd be happy to have you work with us whenever you are able."

"Oh, I wasn't done," Dave said somewhat shyly.



After going over Dave's ability to move things with the Magneto Stick and destroy obstacles with the combined power of his Crowbar and his now quadrupled damage from his Karma bonus, they moved on.

It turned out, Neil had been pretty spot on about the Fire Department's interest in the grenades as well.

"We don't really need those 'incendiary' grenades of yours." Howard said after they were explained to him. "We don't want our boys and girls getting into bad habits or thinking they know how to handle fire after getting them trained on fire that doesn't act how fire normally acts. The smoke grenades… are probably better off in your hands than ours. We have our own training equipment and methods already, no need to complicate them by bringing in fancy Parahuman tech and get sucked into logistical issues."

Dave nodded at that. "Fair enough. I had two other things I wanted to offer."

"I assume one of those is one of the Health Station thingies?" Howard asked.

Dave shook his head. "No actually, I didn't want to risk villains deciding to attack you guys in hopes of stealing one. Did you want one in spite of the risk?" Dave asked.

"Ah, yeah," Howard said disappointedly. "Fucking Brockton."

Dave nodded empathetically. "Fucking Brockton. I'm happy to heal up any of your people, I could come like once a week or so? I'm also happy to heal any former firefighters you guys know. All for free of course, you guys do important stuff."

"Oh, that's mighty kind of you. I speak for all my boys and girls when I say, thank you very much." Howard said, bowing his head slightly. "We're just firefighters, we can't help you much with political stuff or in a Cape fight or whatever, but if you ask us for help, we'll do what we can."

"Oh, well, I did want to ask a favor as well, but that is separate from the healing and equipment offers. If you think it's a bad idea, please feel free to refuse it. But first, I did have two other things to offer."

"Oh right, you did say that, go ahead." Howard said, slightly expectantly.

"In order, the one I suspect you will be less interested in, is a Fire Extinguisher my power has made. It does blind anyone hit with its foam, regardless of where the foam lands on them, so watch out for that. The reason I thought you guys might want some, is that it has unlimited 'fuel' and it works on all types of fires." Dave said.

Howard whistled again. "All types of fires you say? While here in Brockton, Lung's fires are the biggest issue, and unless your extinguishers are big enough to need an entire firetruck, they probably won't help with those; but… sometimes those Nazi assholes have a particularly stupid day and end up starting metal fires. Does your think work on those? Normally you need a special fire extinguisher for those, most fire extinguishers are only for the other kinds of fires."

Dave nodded. "Yeah, it'll work on metal fires, as well as gas, oil, alcohol, wood, et cetera."

"What about electrical fires and electrical equipment that is on fire?" Howard asked.

Dave nodded again. "Yeah, it'll cover those too." He answered.

Howard leaned back in his chair. "Well, if you can provide a sample for us to test and experiment with, we can see what we think. If it's easy enough to use, and works as well as you say, then we'll probably be willing to order some."

"Oh," Dave said. "I was going to give you them for free."

Howard shook his head. "Nah, if it'll help us, we can pay you. If you insist, we'll pay you less than we normally would, but a lot of us won't be happy if you don't get some sort of compensation for it. We do have some funds we can use; we are funded by the city itself." He assured Dave.

Dave shrugged. "Well, if you insist I suppose. So, the final thing I wanted to offer you, is an item called the Radar…" Dave began to explain.



After Dave's explanation was over, Howard was visibly excited. "You probably don't know how important this kind of thing would be to us. Every year, firefighters die because they are looking for people in burning buildings that either are already dead, or were never there in the first place. Something like this would save a lot of lives, even if it was just one person that goes to a fire that had one of these, it would be a gamechanger."

Dave nodded. "I assumed as much. My only concern is villains deciding to attack firefighters to try and get their hands on one. Do you think that would be a significant risk?" He asked.

Howard hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm. Those new druggy idiots wouldn't be smart enough to understand the value of something like this, the ABB wouldn't care either. The minor villains probably won't be interested in this sort of thing either. The Empire… they're the big problem. No matter what I do, in this city unless I get a lot more funding and a significant political backer for the department, I won't be able to eliminate Empire sympathizers. We don't have many in the Fire Department, I assure you, and even the ones we do get I fire whenever I catch them, usually that is because they are doing something as insane as driving more slowly because the fire is in a 'black neighborhood' or something."

Howard hummed again, visibly thinking. "The Empire will find out about it eventually, that isn't in doubt, but will they attack us to get one?" Howard closed his eyes in thought. "They might." He eventually concluded. "I can't be sure one way or the other, but they might. It'll hurt their image, and if they are stupid enough to attack any of us while we are on the job, they might lose a Cape or two if they send someone like Stormtiger against five strong lads with axes, but they might do it."

"However," Howard continued. "I think it'll probably save more lives if we use it anyways. Both of our firefighters and of victims we would be able to reach more quickly and easily from knowing exactly where they are. If you give us one to test, I can get back to you tomorrow and we'll pay you a fair amount for, say, 69 radars. That would let us have three people in each of the 23 Fire Stations in the city be equipped with one. That way, we will be able to have someone with one at every fire in almost any circumstance."

Dave nodded with satisfaction. "Nice."

Howard nodded seriously while Neil coughed at the number of Radars Howard wanted. "Yes, it would be nice, even if someone isn't on shift, there would still be another two people at any given Fire Station equipped with one, and so even if there are two fires at different locations, a single Fire Station could still send someone with one of these Radars to each fire, even while the other person isn't available." He said with satisfaction.

Neil coughed harder.

"You okay Neil?" Howard asked with concern.

Neil nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, just had a tickle in the throat."

Howard frowned. "Well, if you're sure. Coughs are serious business. I've lost a couple people to diseases from too much smoke inhalation over the years."

"I'm fine," Neil assured him. "I was just surprised is all."

"About what?" Howard asked with confusion. It had been a perfectly normal conversation after all.

"Nevermind," Neil said. "Just keep discussing, I'll be fine."

"Well, if you're sure." Howard mumbled. "Anyways," he said, speaking more clearly now. "What was the request you wanted to ask the Fire Department for?"

"Well, I have an item called a teleporter…" Dave began to explain.



"I see, so you want to set up one of these receiver pads at each Fire Station?" Howard asked.

Dave nodded.

"Good idea, that'll give you good coverage of pretty much the entire city, with flight and the fast speed you mentioned before, you'll be able to respond quickly and effectively as soon as you hear about something." Howard praised, making Dave instinctively preen.

Dave almost requested 'praise me more!', but decided that should be reserved for when it would be funnier, like when it was Lady Photon, Bella, or Lisa. Maybe Armsmaster.

"Yeah, we can get that set up." Howard said. "Especially with all the stuff you've offered. We probably would have agreed even with just an introduction from Neil and his assurance you were the real deal and on the up and up. With all of this other stuff, my people would riot if I tried to refuse something this simple. If you want to handle it now, we can find a good spot in each Fire Station throughout the city, and I can introduce you to each person in charge of each station and explain things. If any of your teleporters are damaged, I'll also look into it and determine if it was idiots being idiots, or idiots being saboteurs to try and slow your response time."

Dave paused, it hadn't occurred to him that gang sympathizers in the fire department might damage or destroy his teleporters. It was probably fine, it wouldn't slow his response time that much even if they succeeded at one or two Fire Stations, and then it would just give him an excuse to point Lisa at the problem to identify the corruption and pass the information on to Howard.

Content that it wouldn't be a major problem; he gave his agreement. "Sounds good," he told Howard. "Let's go ahead and handle that now. Neil, er Manpower? Did you want to come?" Dave asked, stumbling slightly on whether he was supposed to call Neil as Neil or Manpower in this situation.

"Neil or Manpower is fine in this situation Trouble." Neil assured him. "I'm in costume, but it's a private setting with someone I've known for a long time, and it isn't anything official. And yes, I'd be happy to come along."

Howard nodded and stood up. "Excellent, shall we go then?"







Author's Note: Bam, another chapter down! This is another mostly serious one, but that's because Firefighting is serious business, so Dave is doing his best to communicate as clearly as possible and be taken seriously and respected.

I looked up a few things for this one, like what the name of a person in charge of a city's fire department is, and 'how many Firefighting Buildings are in a city'. It turns out, a Fire Chief is in charge of a city's Fire Department, a 'Firefighting Building' is a Fire Station, and the three examples I saw of how many Fire Stations are in a city were: 38 in Baltimore, Maryland; 34 in Kansas City, Montana (for those not aware, yes Kansas City is not in Kansas); and 33 in Seattle, Washington.

Now, those are all pretty big cities, while Brockton is on the smaller end, but I wasn't super-sure how many to put in Brockton, but I was thinking 20 or so at first. Then I looked a little closer, and found out Baltimore, with 38 Fire Stations, has a population of around 635,000; but Seattle, with 33 Fire Stations, has a population of 785,000 people. Then I just got confused because when I looked a little closer, I found that apparently the 'Seattle Metropolitan area' has over 4.15 MILLION residents (that's like, more than the combined population of multiple other States in the US combined (obviously only specific states with a low population, but still)). Then, I realized I didn't know if Seattle's 33 Fire Stations was for the 785,000 population area, or over the entire 4.15 million population area. Thus, I gave up and decided to go with 23 Fire Stations for Brockton Bay so I could just keep writing instead of going down a research rabbit hole very few people were likely to notice.

If any Seattle/Baltimore residents or experts (are there people whose job is the study of a specific city?), or just Firefighters or people familiar with Firefighter statistics and such want to weigh in on this, please let me know what you think makes sense and why. I'm happy to change the number of Fire Stations in Brockton as needed.

According to its wiki page, Brockton Bay had a population of around 350,000 people as of the battle against Leviathan… I'm assuming that matters for how many Fire Stations are in a city.

…

Having added more on to the chapter since the previous parts of this Author's Note, the decision for 23 Fire Stations ended up being a blessing in disguise. I was thinking about how many Radars the Fire Department would want, and when I concluded three per Fire Station would probably be good, a little bit of mathematical magic happened. The result was truly a happy coincidence, but while it wasn't intentional, I'm now less inclined to change the number of Fire Stations in Brockton Bay.

I'm now happy with the 23 Fire Station decision.

Next chapter, we have a new day and a new decision I'm rather excited for.
 
Chapter 60: What's In Your Head? New
Chapter 60: What's In Your Head?

January 17, 2010, Sunday. Brockton Bay, Dave's Apartment.



Dave woke up the next day feeling… green. He ignored the giant bees still in his room and began his morning routine.

After a thorough scrubbing in the shower, he determined that the green-ness of his skin wasn't caused by makeup applied onto him by whoever kept waking him up. He would find them eventually though. He SWORE it!

After finishing up his shower and morning routine, he prepped his tea, orange juice, and bagel, and sat down at the table.

Hi Dave!

You got lots of soul growth yesterday, and combined with what you already had, there was enough room in your soul for something extra special.

Yesterday, you learned things, you set up a teleport system by cooperating with the Fire Department (that part was actually quite a bit of Soul Growth, it is kind of like getting experience in a game by completing a quest using diplomacy, with a bonus for completing a quest with diplomacy for the first time added on), you set up the groundwork for future things with Armsmaster, you gave New Wave a new wave of upgrades (heh), and you got growth from what the people you have helped have been doing (Dragon is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that department).

Now, for the big treat resulting from all that growth: You get a new Pack-A-Punch today! I've judged that there is enough room in your soul to let you use one on something without harming you. This method of letting you use one when there is a bunch of free room in your soul seems like a pretty good method of letting you use PAPs (Pack-A-Punches) without risking any harm to you or your soul.

So, there is now one available in your shop again, pick carefully what you want to use it on. Oh, I've also made it so you can toggle the visual effect of a Pack-A-Punched item, so you aren't stuck with whatever you use it on looking like molten cheese forever, but you can have it look like that if you want.

That just leaves your new role for today, which you might have been able to predict based on your new skin color.

Your new role for today is Zombie! Not to be confused with Infected.

Obviously this comes with a few major benefits, but it would normally also come with some downsides. That is not so here though! You have so much free space in your soul, you can immediately get the best of the best in terms of Zombie benefits!

Now, don't be alarmed though, there was no wasting of soul space here. For example, not appearing normal would be a pretty significant disadvantage a Zombie would normally have, right? Well, in your case, your skin has the normal green tinge of the role, but it is also toggleable. Which I made extra economical, by combining your soul's perception of a TTT Zombie (which just looks the same as a normal person but the avatar becomes green), with your soul's idea of a regular zombie, which has no change to skin color but may be rotting or dead-eyed or covered in wounds. So, by simply combining the best of both worlds, I made it so you can have the skin color of a 'normal zombie', which is just whatever your normal skin color is, and the lack of rotting or wounds of a TTT Zombie! And it all costs much less in terms of soul space than just manually adding a toggle to the green-skin-ness of the Zombie role would cost!

Now, in addition to this, your Zombie claws and the benefits thereof can be toggled by retracting or extending them, kind-of like Wolverine's claws, except your claws are just your nails and fingertips changing shape slightly and becoming quite a bit stronger.

These, when combined, let you appear completely normal if you so wish, while still having the Zombie role, and all the benefits it entails, be enabled. Speaking of which, you have no obligation to either moan constantly (sexually or otherwise), or constantly say the word "brains". You can of course, do either one of those, or both, if you so desire, but you don't have to, unlike a normal Zombie. You're welcome.

Now, for the role itself. As I'm sure you could guess, your version of the Zombie role retains its benefits, meaning your claws retain the ability that let you turn anyone you kill with them into another Zombie role. I'm sure the locals will love that; they seem to love free power-ups anyways.

Next, of course, you have the Zombie ability of super jumping! Just like a jumping-type zombie in a zombie game or movie, you can jump super far! This comes with immunity to fall damage, though you already have that from the PhD Flopper.

In addition, you get the ability of super spitting! You can spit as a medium-to-long-distance ranged attack that will do similar damage as to what a bullet would do, though even if you kill someone with this it won't turn them into a Zombie, you still need to use your claws for that. It's a bit unintuitive, I know. You'd think a Zombie's super-spit would be just as able to turn someone else into a Zombie as a Zombie's claws would, right?

Finally, naturally, you get access to the Zombie role's shop. All THREE items in it! Granted, you already had access to one of said items, but still, there's some solid stuff in there!


Dave nodded his head with contentment as he applied cream cheese to his bagel after digesting what Daf had communicated with him.

As he began to eat his bagel, he pondered exactly what to use the PAP on.



Having finished his breakfast, Dave came to a decision.

He pulled out his trusty Jetpack from his inventory, and went through the Detective buy menu to buy a PAP.

The PAP completed its work in a few seconds, and in short order, he was no longer holding a Jetpack. He was now the proud owner of a Passive Levitator.

The Passive Levitator was the PAPed form of a Jetpack, and worked along similar lines only in the sense that it still granted flight. The Passive Levitator worked as long as it was anywhere in a player's inventory, and instead of the finicky, rubber band-like flight of a jetpack that had a decent chance to kill the user, the Passive Levitator worked more like Creative Mode in Minecraft. It allowed hovering, slow and fast flight in any direction, including down, and allowed one to hold a gun while using it, unlike the default Jetpack which needed to be held in ones arms in TTT, which meant one couldn't hold a gun or potion or other item instead… or well, they could, but they would simply fall and likely die because they were no longer holding the Jetpack and wouldn't be able to switch back to the Jetpack and build up enough momentum to cancel the fall damage quickly enough.

It was of course, still possible to make fall damage happen by deliberately going straight down at high speed, even with the Passive Levitator. Or it would be if it weren't for the Flopper and his new role.

Regardless, now, Dave effectively had permanent, perfect flight, as long as he had the Passive Levitator in his inventory, which removed the possibility of someone attacking the Jetpack while he was using it to fly and an attack removing it from his person, and making him immediately fall to his death.

Perhaps it wasn't the best possible decision he could have made, but unrestricted flight was pretty cool, and being able to hover in place was such a huge advantage in combat against landbound enemies, it was absolutely worth it.



With that done, Dave decided to do a bit of metaphysical housekeeping with his fall-damage related abilities now that it was more relevant with the perfected jetpack and the super jumping.

After a bit of experimentation with some of his many, many, mental toggles and switches, Dave found a way to 'disable fall damage' without causing the explosion from the PhD Flopper. He decided to leave that as his default for now, he could just turn the PhD Flopper explosion back on whenever he needed it after all.

This left his next priority, the Zombie shop.

He opened it up and found exactly what he expected.

The first of the three items in the shop was one he already had, Body Armor. He would probably be buying all his Body Armor in the future from the Zombie shop, given the other two 'items' couldn't be given to other people and there were no other items he knew of that could be in the Zombie shop. So, all his future Zombie Credits would likely be best spent on Body Armor.

For now, given it had been more than ten minutes since he woke up, he had enough credits to buy the other two Zombie shop items.

The first one was Zombie Speed. It made it so that, when his claws were out (meaning, they weren't retracted), his speed was increased by 35%. In other words, his speed was multiplied by 1.35 times. After a little help from a calculator, he figured out that meant his speed would be around 20.25 times as fast as a normal person while his Zombie claws were out. That was from the 3 times multiplier from the Stamina Perk, and the five times multiplier from the Speed Gun, resulting in 3x5x1.35=20.25 which was a pretty solid boost for land speed, if he did say so himself.

Naturally, his flight started out faster, and would then be multiplied by 20.25 from its base speed, making him quite fast, even for a flyer Cape.

The next and final 'item' in the Zombie shop, was Zombie Regeneration.

After he bought it, it did the same as it did in the game, a regeneration of 1 health per second, which was about two or three times the speed of Paladin healing, but they stacked, giving him the equivalent of about 1.5 health regenerated per second.

Dave estimated that was comparable to some versions of Wolverine in terms of regeneration speed, so it too, was an extremely solid purchase.

Combined with the Body Armor making him take 30% less damage from all sources, he had a considerable boost in all areas now.

Well, now he just had to figure out what to do with the rest of his day. It was the weekend, so it was when Cape activity was most likely, so he probably shouldn't start anything that required a large time investment in case he needed to go out suddenly. Luckily, the Fire Department would notify him if they spotted Cape activity, and he assumed Miss Militia or Armsmaster would notify him if they encountered a Cape situation and needed his assistance, so he was probably as set up as he could reasonably be at the moment in terms of that.

He didn't really want to visit the Police and set up things with them until Lisa got her costume and Cape name ready. His assistant-esque person (he wasn't sure what their official title was going to be) Dragon was sending wouldn't arrive until tomorrow, so there was no point in trying to make contact with rich people to heal them or anything on his own. Tinkering would require a time investment, though he could whip some stuff up with just what he has and the mud samples he had already taken from the woods.

Well, when all else fails… it's time to bother someone. As the closest available victims friends, Lisa and Bella were first on his list of people to bother.









Author's Note: This chapter is on the smaller side, but I cut it off here to try and increase my stockpile a bit. Next time, we have a chat with Lisa and Bella, and possibly more stuff after, depending on how that chat goes.

For this chapter, I'm quite excited about the Zombie role, it really does have cool stuff. The Zombie role is one of the roles that offers a direct power-up for Dave that doesn't then get spread out to a bunch of other people the way a lot of his items end up doing, making him a little more unique.

This chapter also reveals what I decided to do about the PAP. It now is something Dave gets one of whenever he has a particularly large amount of free soul space, which is both logical in-story and makes the story smoother, as it would be a little OP if he could just instantly PAP everything, but there are a lot of really interesting things that are a result of Pack-a-Punched items, so I think this is a nice way to meet in the middle.

The Zombie role also marks the first role/item Dave has access to that can give someone else a role! Shame he has to murder them in a specific way to do it and that doing so will turn their skin green and possibly give them a compulsion to add 'brains' to every sentence and possibly murderous urges. Otherwise, it would be quite a strong Trump power!

Oh yes, the chapter title is a reference to the song Zombie by The Cranberries. It's also something a lot of people think when encountering Dave, and an objectively interesting question considering he isn't actually a Parahuman, and thus doesn't actually have the things in his head that one would expect (the Corona Gemma and Pollentia).

Author's Note 2: Unfortunately, I didn't get around to making an update to the list of Dave's abilities/roles/items over the weekend, but I'll do my best to get to it next time. For the foreseeable future, the time of day when I release chapters will likely be less consistent, but it will still be 5 chapters per week, one chapter per weekday until further notice, just the time of day may be less consistent.
 
Chapter 61: Screwing Over Villains With The Power Of The Internet New
Chapter 61: Screwing Over Villains With The Power Of The Internet

January 17, 2010, Sunday. Brockton Bay, Bella's Apartment.



After Dave settled down on one of the sofas in Bella's apartment, he started off the conversation with the most important question.

"Would either of you like to become a Zombie?" He asked.

"No." Both Bella and Lisa said, without even looking away from her computer in Lisa's case.

"Would you be willing to donate your brains to the Zombie charity?" He asked.

"What? No." Lisa said, before looking up.

"Brains…" Dave moaned, having turned totally green. He began reaching his arms out and slowly walking towards Lisa.

Lisa immediately pulled out her Banana pistol and shot Dave in the head with an entire clip, killing him instantly.



"Huh." Lisa said after a moment. "That was surprisingly satisfying."

"Any idea what was up with that?" Bella asked, nudging Dave's corpse with her foot slightly.

"My power says it was his idea of a joke, though it predicts he will feel bad about it afterwards." Lisa said. "I just sort of reacted without even consulting my power. Zombie movies have become a lot scarier since my power activated and started telling me how plausible they were."

Lisa took the opportunity to complain a little. "Seriously, ever since I hit a certain threshold of having looked into enough Biotinkers around the world, my power started telling me almost every single zombie movie was plausible. The only things it ever had a problem with were things like human behavior or plot armor of characters. It only ever objects to things like characters finding exactly what they need just in time instead of things like the Zombies themselves or what the Zombies can do."

"There there," Bella said, patting Lisa on the head like she was a particularly grumpy cat. "Zombie movies tend to be kind of crap anyways. You're really not losing much if you decide not to watch any in the future. They usually just kind of fall apart into either misery porn or near-propaganda levels of good ending depending on how they treat the interactions between Capes and whatever is making the Zombies. Only some of the Aleph ones get around that by just not having any Capes in the movie."

Lisa grumbled a bit. "I know, but it's still annoying that it won't let me watch a trashy movie genre without pointing out all the plot holes."

"I'm sure we can find something that it will let you watch in peace." Bella said placatingly. "If not, we can do some experiments to see how we can make it say as little as possible to interrupt you while you are watching fictional media."

"It's fine," Lisa said, waving away Bella's attempt at placation. "It doesn't do anything about things it considers unrealistic enough, like Pokemon. It also doesn't do anything with cartoons in general really, unless I prompt it to."

"Still," Bella said. "It would be a useful exercise to determine how better to manipulate and wield your power more effectively. We don't have to do it soon or anything, but I think it would be a good idea to work on it eventually."

"Fine." Lisa said, recognizing that improving her usage of her power was probably a good idea in general.



Meanwhile, Dave decided to take the opportunity of being dead to look around and see if there was any suspicious activity near his and Bella's apartment building. There hadn't been, but since he had been dead anyways, he had figured it was better to check considering that Lisa had an unknown group targeting her.

He had felt so bad about his little prank, that he had let Lisa kill him. His excuse if anyone asked, was that it was good practice. A lot of his current and future arsenal depended on people killing him, so he had used his mental toggles as quickly as possible when he realized what was happening. It turned out, he could use his toggles very quickly, and his Old Man combat Thinker power did a lot of heavy lifting to let him adjust his state to exactly what he needed.

That had let him disable the Beggar ability to come back to life on the opposite team of whoever killed him, disable his Body Armor without actually taking it off and turning it into item form, blacklist himself from his Paladin Healing, toggle off his Zombie Regeneration, and control his instinct to dodge the bullets, which he could have easily done with his Combat Thinker power and his enhanced reflexes and 20 times speed boost. And he had done it all in less than a single second, though he wasn't sure exactly how fast he had been.

He probably hadn't needed to do all of that though. The Banana gun was actually a very powerful weapon, particularly for a pistol. It was probably one of his stronger weapons in fact, even leaving aside its stealth capabilities that came from being a banana.

Still, after he resurrected, he needed to apologize, and should probably also check in to see if Lisa had figured out anything about who was after her while he was still thinking about it.



"I'm sorry." Dave said as soon as he came back. "My joke was in poor taste, and I apologize." He said sincerely, before changing into Pikachu form to give puppy dog mouse(?) eyes to Lisa to earn forgiveness faster. "Will you forgive me?" He asked.

Lisa caved immediately. "Fine, just stop looking at me like that." She said, turning away from the Pathetic Pikachu ™ expression Dave was making.

"Yay!" Dave cheered, happily bouncing up and down, still in Pikachu form.

He decided to ask what he had been considering earlier while he still remembered it. "By the way," Dave said, slightly more serious in tone now. "Have you gotten any clues regarding who is after you?" He asked.

Lisa nodded smugly. Dave wondered briefly if smugly was her favorite adverb or just the one most commonly applied to her, before trying to focus on what she was actually saying.

"The people after me are a group employed by a local Villain called Coil. They are actually mercenaries he employs and supplies with gear, including Tinkertech. Coil is considered small-time by the locals, but he's actually a powerful Thinker, and based on my analysis, has a lot of influence and moles in the local PRT, which is part of how he stays so under the radar that even people online aren't sure what he can do or what his goals are. Of course, the other part is that he is using his Thinker power somehow to help him stay low profile." Lisa explained.

"So, what's his power." Bella said, making Lisa suddenly look decidedly less smug.

"I don't know." Lisa grumpily admitted, gritting her teeth slightly. "There isn't even any footage of him for my power to analyze his personality based on his body language, let alone to analyze his power. My power says he might have something similar to Accord, that lets him make perfect or near-perfect plans, but I've been applying what you taught me, Bella, and I have my doubts about that."

"It could be his power of course." Lisa continued. "But I think it is simply the most obvious one based on what information I have available, which is that his mercenaries seem to universally succeed in combat, which they only do rarely, and that his mercenaries have strange and erratic behavior, indicating they are being directed by a Thinker power. But I don't know if their erratic behavior is an indication of some sort of limit or downside to the Thinker power directing them like how Accord needs increasingly complex plans for larger problems, or if they are acting strangely because it is genuinely the best possible move for them to make for whatever their goal is at a given time."

Lisa let out a breath. "Honestly, despite knowing who it is and that they work by hiring mercenaries, I haven't actually made much progress in solving the issue."

"Hey now," Bella said. "That's still pretty damn good progress for only a few days' worth of work."

"I agree." Dave said, nodding quickly. "My research indicated he was even less of an issue than Uber and Leet, and I was considering trying to recruit those two. That he is that powerful and that big of a problem is extremely valuable information by itself. I suppose it also highlights the dangers of certain types of Parahumans, like Thinkers, Strangers, and Masters. You don't necessarily know how dangerous they are until they reveal themselves, even if they've been active in an area for a long time."

Bella made a considering noise, drawing the attention of the other two to her. "Do you think we should be helpful, and provide the internet a service by updating his wiki page on PHO?" She asked. "I don't know the exact process, but PHO does offer something that lets someone add a 'Verified Cape' tag to their handle, and that could let you edit his wiki page and say something like 'a Thinker Cape has analyzed him and estimated he is also a Thinker, with an estimated rating between x and y'." Bella suggested 'innocently'. "You know, just to be helpful. Maybe even make a dedicated thread for watching the movements of his mercenaries if your power says that wouldn't put anyone in danger."

Dave chuckled slightly, while Lisa thought about it.

Eventually, Lisa shook her head. "Maybe later," Lisa said. "For now, I'd rather keep it as a card up my sleeve, or whatever you want to call it, that I know more about him than is publicly available. A thread for watching the movements of his mercenaries though… that could work. I think he wants as little attention as possible at the moment, so a thread dedicated to watching where his mercenaries go and what they do wouldn't put any idiots chasing internet recognition in danger, because it attracts a lot more attention to shoot civilians than it does to shoot gangsters, which is what they currently are known to do."

Lisa made a considering hum before continuing. "A simple thread dedicated to spotting his mercenaries, with when they were spotted and where, probably wouldn't put anyone in danger, and it would get me a fair bit of information, while seeming like normal PHO Cape-spotter activity. It would almost certainly change the behavior of Coil's mercenaries to an extent based on how he reacts to being a little more in the light, but it would also make it harder for them to try pulling something like kidnapping people, which is always a plus."

Shortly after that, it was decided (by Lisa) that Lisa would make a few sockpuppet accounts on PHO to act as civilian Cape enthusiasts for things like starting new threads that she didn't want to be known as having started herself, in order to deny Coil as much information on her as possible.















Authors Note: Tada! Chapter! Another short one while I get my stockpile up in case I don't get much writing done on my trip.

Dave figures out how easily he can get himself killed. The Good Boy role means it can be highly beneficial to be able to kill himself via other people as easily as possible. If he really wants to trigger the Good Boy role's blindness, he will also turn on the Old Man role's one-health aspect to make it so he can just body slam someone to kill himself on them.

Author's Note 2: I in fact got basically no writing done on my trip, so the original author's note was well-thought-out apparently.
 
Chapter 62: Buying Shit is Very Specifically Not Literal. New
Chapter 62: Buying Shit is Very Specifically Not Literal.

January 17, 2010, Sunday. Brockton Bay, Bella's Apartment.



After everyone had settled down again, Dave explained the issue facing him to Bella and Lisa. Namely, that he wasn't sure what the best use of his time was for the day.

He laid out his thought process for the things he had eliminated as possibilities of to the two of them to see what they thought, as well as the options of doing some Mud Tinkering or just patrolling and hoping to run into something.

Bella hummed after hearing it all. "Well, I suppose the two things I can think of, are to contact the PRT to see when their Image department wants to meet with you. You said something about Lady Photon setting up an arrangement with them for you so you wouldn't have to worry about your image too much or something? Anyways, I don't actually know if they are working on weekends, so on second thought, that one might wait."

"You could go on a patrol with the intent of doing PR instead of looking for trouble," Bella continued. "But that might be better to wait for until you've spoken with the PRT Image department."

"The other thing I had thought of," Bella said, "was that you could do some online shopping for mud samples from around the world. I don't know what exactly would be useful for your Tinkering, but I would think more exotic muds from various locations around the world would only be helpful. For example, I know volcanic soil is supposed to be super amazing for fertilizer, so I would guess mud made from volcanic ashes or volcanic soil would also be interesting. Or seeing if you can do things with stuff like those 'mud mask' things, which are actually guano."

"Excellent idea!" Dave said excitedly, before exiting Bella's apartment to retrieve his laptop to do some shopping on.



After retrieving his laptop, Dave returned to Bella's apartment, facing a slightly bemused Bella.

"Why are you back here?" She asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"In case you had more ideas while I was looking at my options for things to buy. Or, if you left, I would be keeping Lisa company while we each do our own thing. I figure two people staring at separate screens in total silence while doing unrelated things but being in the same room counts as partial socialization, so I would be meeting my Freytag's Pyramid of needs for socialization if I did it long enough!" Dave explained.

Lisa turned around incredulously at that. "Um." She said, raising a finger to object.

Bella waved Lisa's objection away. "No worries, Lise, I got this." She said, before turning to Dave. "Dave, Freytag's Pyramid is a thing in English classes used to describe the outline of a story by dividing it into stages. You meant the Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs." Bella explained, before nodding in satisfaction at having cleared up the misunderstanding.

"That wasn't what I was objecting to!" Lisa nearly shouted at the two of them.



Dave began his Mud shopping by looking at the mud and mud-adjacent things that existed, using the power of the internet, to see what his power told him could be used for Mud Science. He couldn't find out exact details without scanning them with his Mud Analysis Device, but he could get an idea of if something would work, and in some cases what it could be used for.

It turned out, clay of various types worked fine, as well as things that could be used to make his own mud (ie. Water, sand, dirt, ash, etc. of various types).

Some types of poop worked as well, which Lisa theorized was based on the association of those poop types with mud. The poop types that his power told him could be useful were: bat poop, also known as guano, which, as Bella had stated, were used in things called 'Mud masks' for beauty treatment, like that green stuff on people's faces with the cucumber slices in movies; cow poop, possibly due to the term 'mud pie' sometimes being used to refer to it; and pig poop, possible due to its association with mud from it mixing in with the mud in a pig pen.

That said, he wasn't super interested in any of the things his power told him he could do with the various types of poop. He could use regular mud for beautification things, so he didn't need guano for anything since that was its only use his power came up with without scanning it with the mud analysis device. He wasn't really interested in making food out of poop, which meant the cow poop lost most of its prospective use (which strengthened the theory that it only qualified for his power because of the term 'mud pie', given there wasn't much other reason specifically cow poop would be able to be turned into food). And he just didn't think making a fertilizer would be the best use of his time and resources, making the other use of cow poop, as well as the uses for pig poop his power came up with, not worth doing.

As far as Dave was aware, while making a new, better-in-every-way fertilizer would be helpful to the world, it didn't exactly fill any major need. The world had more than enough food to feed everyone on it already, the problem was getting the food to where it needed to go, which fertilizer wasn't exactly helpful for.

So, with it decided that he would not be buying or Tinkering with poop, he looked into other prospective uses for mud and mud-adjacent things, while seeing what he could buy online.



It turned out, people sold all sorts of weird (non-literal) shit on Craigslist and eBay. Including all sorts of mud, clay, sand, and water from specific locations.

Unfortunately, most of Africa was a massive (again, not literal) shit hole, so lots of things from there were actually rather expensive due to all the fighting and near-total lack of functioning governments that weren't Parahuman feudal warlords. Apparently, that made it hard to collect things like mud from the Nile River. Who knew?

Although, ash left behind by Ash Beast was surprisingly cheap, probably because he left it almost everywhere he went, but Dave ordered some given how many uses his power could come up with for it.

After finding out that Ash Beast's ash could be helpful for his Tinkering, he decided to look into other Parahuman-based substances that he might be able to use. There was apparently a Parahuman in the New York Protectorate called Clay who could generate a clay-like substance his power thought would be useful as well. It would have been nice to know about that before his trip to New York so he could have asked for some samples in person.

He did have Prism's number now though, so he could probably just send her a message and see if she could ask her colleague for a little.

His research also found that apparently, there were some places in Haiti that added mud to some of their food, and his power indicated he could use Haitian mud to make a sort-of food multiplier, where the multiplier-device would turn mud into a copy or extension of the food it was applied to. It was kind of like a replicator in Star Trek actually.

Although, it seemed that the Haitian mud-based food was a 'extreme poverty' thing, not a 'culture' thing or a 'surprisingly nutritious/tasty' thing.

Nooooo! Now I'm sad! Dave mentally wailed pathetically.

He cheered up again after finding out about Mud Volcanoes and Mudpots though.

Those seemed fun.

The ideas for things he could make with all these muds were simply overflowing in his mind, he really couldn't wait until he could start making things. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until Dragon and Armsmaster finished up their preparations and he could set up a small temporary space near where the future Tinker base was going to be so he could make things to make the actual base itself so he could make a dedicated workspace for large projects.



Dave did end up ordering a large glass container-thing as well since he was doing online shopping anyways. He still had twenty giant, possibly robotic bees in his bedroom from when he woke up yesterday, and even if he couldn't be hurt by them (and they wouldn't hurt him anyways), they were still really loud, and he didn't think he could handle trying to sleep with them in his room too much longer.

At the same time, he could hardly just kill the cute little giant murder-bees. But he also wanted to be able to move freely between the rooms of his apartment without constantly being careful to avoid a bee escaping his room. And he wanted Lisa to be safe whenever she came over to his apartment for Cape research purposes.

Regardless, given the rather large number that was in his bank account when he woke up on Earth Bet (thanks Daf), it wasn't exactly a monetary burden to order a large glass box for things that didn't need food, water, or air.

With that done, he needed to figure out what to do next. After a moment of consideration, he decided to start with: Delegation! Yay!

"Bella," he said after coming to that decision. When she looked up in acknowledgement, he continued. "I want you to be in charge of making sure Lisa gets proper socialization." He began, making Lisa pop her head up, eyes wide with horror.

"No thanks!" Lisa interrupted. "I can do socialization all on my own. From right here, on my computer. Where it's nice and safe and I can decide exactly who I talk to and when."

Bella turned from Lisa to Dave. "I see why you want help." She admitted. "I am busy with college; it is a full commitment to anyone taking it seriously. Those stereotypes and movie things about college parties are total lies, don't let them fool you." She started to go off track, before noticing Lisa looking hopeful that the conversation would derail itself.

"Anyways," she said, determined to dash Lisa's hopes. "I can do that to some extent. I can introduce her to Crystal, I'm sure those two will get along well, before we drag in the rest of New Wave at least." She began, ignoring Lisa's pleading expression. "I can poke at her occasionally to go meet up with or talk to others I know she's met, at least through phone calls and texting if nothing else. I remember you said you both met Parian together, right?"

At Dave's nod, Bella continued. "I'll try and get her to talk with Parian some. They have a fair bit in common, being young female Capes who are being targeted by nefarious organizations. Lisa with Coil, and Parian with the Empire. Parian might even have tips or contacts she can share to make Lisa feel like she is accomplishing something other than socializing." She said, bulldozing over Lisa's muttered complaints about still being in the room.

Dave nodded to himself. "That's a great plan. Truly, I am a genius for putting you in charge of this."







Author's Note: And thus, Lisa's fate is sealed, doomed to socialization and being taken away from the comfort of her computers and forced to talk to people in person.

Also, mud stuff! And a container for the bees he released in his room the previous day when he woke up with the Queen Bee role.

Also, in this chapter there is a brief mention I'm shocked it took this long to get to, that being that Dave woke up with a pretty hefty bank account. It's not too surprising when you think about it. This is after digital currency started existing, and digital currency is ultimately information stored on computers, so anyone with enough knowledge of the exact ways a computer physically works, and planet-wide telekinesis that is also extremely precise, can just give themselves however much money they want by making all the important computers believe that much money exists in their bank account.

So, Daf gave Dave a ton of starting money, because it was absurdly easy for him to do so. If Earth Bet was a purely physical-money society, Daf would have been stuck with finding lost physical coins or bills or credits or whatever it would have been, and gathering those up and moving them without anyone noticing. Which Daf could have done, but only to a certain extent without risking notice by a Thinker noticing something off when he needs to either physically move already existing currency or create new physical currency and run into the problem of currency generally having serial numbers.

This chapter took a long time due to my trip interrupting it, so it's on the shorter side (1.9k words before the author's note), but I'm going to stop it there so I can say I've gotten another chapter done. Next chapter, is another one I'm expecting might be difficult and time-consuming, yay! (That yay in particular was sarcastic).

Author's Note 2: Due to my low, low chapter stockpile, and my busy schedule, there will likely not be a chapter tomorrow (or a second one today depending on where in the world you are).
 
Chapter 63: A Meeting CrystalLisas (Get it? Like Crystallizes?) New
Chapter 63: A Meeting CrystalLisas (Get it? Like Crystallizes?)

January 17, 2010, Sunday. Brockton Bay, Bella's Apartment.



Crystal Pelham



Crystal leaned back on her bed. Then decided to just give up on posture, and simply flopped onto the bed face-down.

She had just finished dealing with giving Amy the gay person in Brockton Bay talk. Which was awkward. So, so, incredibly awkward. Not that it was Amy's fault it was awkward, though Amy's innate awkwardness didn't help. It was just the nature of a talk involving telling your cousin you knew she was gay, but you understood because you were bi, but she had to be very careful who she told because the city was infested with Nazis and she was extremely high profile as of about a month ago when she became one of the strongest healers on the planet.

And of course, the talk they had had only two days ago was fresh in both of their minds.

She was not looking forward to giving Vicky that talk. The gay/bi talk, not the Amy power and parentage talk. At least Amy hadn't denied being a lesbian, and was even self-aware enough to be able to confirm she was a lesbian and not bisexual.

Crystal was more than a little worried that Vicky would deny being into women, likely out of a misplaced sense of what was normal appreciation and what was sexual interest or something. Given some of Vicky's past comments, it was obvious she was also interested in guys, probably more so than ladies, thus Crystal's anticipation of stubborn denials. Well, as long as she kept her expectations low, she can let her hopes be high.

On the bright side, as she told Amy, after all that absolute bullshit was finally dealt with, Vicky would at least pick girls when she tried to set up Amy with someone. Given Vicky herself was single as well, Crystal would have thought Vicky would be a little less confident in her matchmaking skills, but her zero percent success rate for both herself and Amy clearly hadn't resulted in any hits to her confidence in matchmaking.

Also on the bright side, eventually she might get to tease Amy over this. In a friendly way obviously. But Amy was simply adorable with the way she got all flustered, it made Crystal's mischievous side wonder if Amy would simply implode if Crystal introduced her to the other kind of Earth Aleph Anime. The kind involving things only remotely possible with powers like Amy's.

Crystal finally turned over from being face-down on her bed so she could actually breathe, and heard a notification on her phone.

Apparently, Bella wanted to introduce Crystal to that Thinker Dave had picked up to protect from kidnapping.

She giggled slightly at reading Bella's description of the Thinker, describing her needing socialization like she was a pet that needed to be adjusted to being around other animals, but didn't want to be around other animals.

Knowing Bella wouldn't risk her safety, she wasn't worried about introducing herself to a Thinker either. She wasn't sure how much she trusted Dave's judgement, though he admittedly had a 100% success rate of finding trustworthy individuals to trust as far as she knew, he just seemed like he was going to choose poorly eventually when deciding who to put his trust in.

Bella had great judgement though. Also, it wasn't like Crystal had anything in particular to hide. She was an open Cape after all. If she lived anywhere in the United States or Canada other than Brockton Bay, she wouldn't even be 'in the closet', to the extent one could even say she was. Her parents and best friend knew she liked girls as well as guys after all. Given Bella trusted this girl, and the girl had already been around Bella for a while, that clearly wasn't going to be a problem either.

So, she peeled herself off her bed, and began getting ready to go to Bella's apartment. She would need to take a car or walk in order to not draw too much attention to where Bella lived, but that just meant she could wear clothes she would normally need to worry about getting messed up by wind from flying.



Crystal had ended up jogging to Bella's apartment. It wasn't actually that far in the grand scheme of things, even with both of her new speed boosts disabled, and she needed a certain amount of exercise anyways if she wanted to continue looking as awesome as she did… and it was important to be fit as a superhero, she supposed.

Fixing her hairband after the jog, she went in, and took the stairs up to Bella's apartment. After knocking and being let in, she followed Bella to the couches in the living room, noticing the signs that Bella's apartment had another occupant.

In the living room, was Dave, who was in his normal form, and the Thinker who Dave had called Foxy. She had thought it was a joke about the girl being sexy, but upon seeing her, she could see why Dave picked that as a temporary name. She really did have a sort-of vulpine look to her face; and of course, she was a Thinker, and foxes were associated with cleverness.

"Hi, I'm Crystal!" She said brightly, holding out her hand to the younger girl, who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen.

The girl visibly looked at her for a moment, before reaching her hand out to shake her hand. "I'm Lisa," the girl introduced herself.

Dave golf-clapped, earning a glare from both girls.



After a little more of the standard polite introductions, Crystal had just settled down onto a couch.

"So Lisa," Bella said, "Crystal isn't too bad is she?" She asked in a way that made Crystal suspect she was missing context.

"No," Lisa said grudgingly, "but that's not why I was reluctant." She added instantly.

"Of course not," Bella said soothingly, before jokingly adding, "you were reluctant because you are an antisocial stray cat that hasn't been properly socialized yet."

Lisa, seemingly unable to come up with a clever comeback, went with the truth. "I was worried, because my power means I learn things that people don't want me to know, even if I don't necessarily intend to learn them, and that makes things complicated when trying to be genuine with people, especially Capes."

Ah, Crystal thought. A genuine, understandable, and valid concern.

"It's okay," Crystal told Lisa. "I don't mind you using your power on me."

Lisa somewhat rudely rolled her eyes a little. "Do you even know what my power is?" She asked doubtfully.

Crystal realized she didn't, which was rather awkward.

"My power is deduction. Sherlock Holmes taken to the extreme." Lisa said. "You have less to worry about as an open Cape with a publicly known Trigger, but everyone has secrets and private thoughts they don't want other people to know about."

Lisa paused, then looked at Dave. "Well, almost everyone." She amended her earlier statement.

"That's fine," Crystal insisted. "You can use your power on me if you want, and I don't mind if you use it on me by accident either."

Crystal had just dealt with this sort of bullshit with Amy, and she was determined to get through it here too. It really seemed like a decent chunk of powers simply made the person who got them worse off in many ways. First Amy, and now Lisa had serious psychological burdens as a result of their powers.

"No, don't do that." Lisa said suddenly, looking at Crystal. "No pitying. You're not even pitying me for the kidnapping thing." Lisa said, her statement that started strong turned into a slight whine at the end.

"The worst part of my power by far was the migraines anyways, but Dave's healing aura, health stations, and burritos all work to heal those, so they aren't really a problem anymore." Lisa added.

"Sorry," Crystal said. She was familiar with the sort of people that hated being pitied, and it appeared that Lisa was that type.

"So, would you like to demonstrate your power?" Crystal offered. She knew that when she, Eric, and Vicky got their powers, they had all been happy to show them off. Even Amy had been happy to show off some of what she could do, albeit to a lesser extent.

"Oh, oh, tell me what you think I was doing earlier." Crystal said excitedly. She had never met a Thinker before, so she was excited to see if Lisa could figure out Crystal had been face-down on her bed then jogged.

"Fine." Lisa said, not acting nearly as reluctant as she seemed to want to portray herself as being. Clearly, she also wanted to show off what she could do, not that Crystal could blame her.

Lisa stared at Crystal for a moment, before she slowly began speaking. "You were talking… to Panacea… about… Brockton Bay? No, nazis? No, some group nazis target. You were talking to Panacea about her being a lesbian in Brockton Bay, and why she can't come out, with why she can't reveal her sexuality being said nazis." Lisa said.

On the one hand, that was very impressive, and reminded Crystal of seeing shows done by mentalists, that is, the mundane non-parahumans that use knowledge of cold-reading, micro-expressions, statistics, and probability to 'guess' things about people and what they are thinking.

On the other hand, "oops," Crystal said sheepishly. "I did not think through what I was asking you to figure out." She admitted, before looking to see how the others were reacting.

Dave simply golf clapped again, Bella was giving her an expression that suggested she had doubts regarding Crystal's intelligence… and that she was there when Eevee was present too and obviously saw Amy's interest at the time.

Lisa meanwhile… "I already knew Panacea was a lesbian." Lisa said upon seeing Crystal focus her attention on her. "That's exactly the sort of issue I try to avoid. People don't like it when that sort of thing is revealed without their permission. That's leaving aside the actually problematic things about people that I might find out. Anyone with a secret will have a grudge against me because I could find out about whatever it is." Lisa visibly restrained herself from continuing at this point, though Crystal wasn't exactly sure what she would have said next.

Regardless, that meant the poor girl was going to be in serious trouble socially, given her potential social circle requirements already included 'able to defend themselves' due to the whole kidnapping problem, this requirement of 'no high-level secrets' meant Crystal needed to befriend this girl more than ever! There weren't exactly many people Lisa could have a healthy social relationship with, so she saw more than ever why Bella had asked Crystal to socialize with Lisa.



They chatted a little more after that, and talked some about Pokemon, which drew Lisa out of her shell enough that Bella and Dave both began making smug faces at being correct that Lisa would enjoy it.

Crystal also gave Lisa a rundown on the Capes and Gangs of the Bay based on her own experience as a long-active Cape.

"Yeah, the Chorus gang are kind of nuts." She was saying. "They attacked a mall a while back, and that was what made Amy get her powers, because she was there."

"I hadn't found much about them, I didn't even realize they were still active." Dave said from the side.

"Yeah, we, as in New Wave, went pretty hard at them after that. They only had three Capes to start with, and they were all on the weaker side in terms of powers. They mostly got by from a reputation of being crazy, being small enough the Empire and ABB didn't care about them, and never provoking a large-scale response from the Protectorate. We captured one of the Capes and put a bunch of the grunts in prison, where they stayed because the Chorus gang doesn't have the Empire's resources. Then it seems like one of the remaining two Capes either died or left, because he hasn't been seen in a while, and the remaining one was spotted injured a couple weeks ago, but otherwise hasn't done much." Crystal explained.

"Huh," Dave pondered. "Is there a point to making an effort to specifically capture that one to eliminate the gang's last Cape?" Dave asked.

Crystal shrugged. "Yeah, they're unfortunately pretty crazy, so there isn't really any point in doing anything like letting them stay so that worse criminals don't come to fill in the void. Sadly, Brockton only has the kind of gangs that can't be worked with; Accord's Ambassadors or even some branches of the Elite would probably get support from the PRT if it meant kicking the Empire and ABB out of the city while avoiding a Boston Games scenario. So, if you encounter any Chorus Gang people, Cape or otherwise, just go ahead and arrest them."



After that, Lisa, who had seemingly warmed up to Crystal, told her about who had been trying to kidnap her.

"Coil, huh?" Crystal repeated. That made some sense she supposed. Thinkers, Strangers, and Masters were always going to be the categories that could successfully keep a low profile while amassing power, and in hindsight, the large number of consistently employed mercenaries with Tinkertech weapons was a pretty big red flag. Coil had probably gone unnoticed by everyone the same way she hadn't thought about him much: Brockton had bigger, more obvious problems.

Coil had clearly succeeded at keeping a low profile, given how many people on PHO thought he either didn't exist or wasn't even a Parahuman. Crystal didn't think she had ever even fought any of his mercenaries, or that anyone else in New Wave had for that matter.

"Well," Crystal began. "Whenever you want to fight him, call me and I'll help you kick his ass. If he has a few more holes in him afterwards than when he started, well he shouldn't have resisted." She said to Lisa, demonstrating by shooting a laser from a finger on one hand to a finger on her other hand, letting her forcefield absorb the beam.

Lisa gave a genuine smile, and the chatting after that was even more open and less guarded than before.

By the time Crystal left, Lisa had gotten a whole bunch of recommendations of Earth Aleph shows and movies, and Crystal was satisfied that Lisa was a good egg and that she had gained at least some of Lisa's trust. Even if Crystal felt a little bad about putting Lisa on the spot to demonstrate her power, and accidentally got Amy outed as a lesbian to Dave and Bella. Not that either cared, but Crystal felt quite bad that she didn't choose a better example than 'what was I doing earlier' to ask Lisa about.







Author's Note: Tada! A bit of Crystal point of view! She had The Talk: Gay-Person-in-Nazi-Town Edition ™ with Amy offscreen. Then, Crystal and Lisa finally meet! It goes perfectly well, as expected by literally everyone except Lisa.

I cut a small scene from this chapter that didn't really add anything, where Dave asked Lisa if Crystal was nice (while Crystal was right there), and Lisa said yes, and Dave said "That's what you would say if you thought she wasn't nice!". I ultimately cut it, because the reference to TTT was rather subtle and it sort of just distracted from the main thing, which was Crystal and Lisa meeting.

We get an update on the Chorus Gang, who sort of disappeared pre-Canon in the original story as far as I know. They don't even have their own Wiki page, despite being the ones to make Amy trigger. So, I gave them three Capes, and an explanation on how they disappeared before Canon started and why nobody pays attention to them anymore (that being, they only have a single injured Cape remaining at the moment).

Crystal finds out she is perfectly happy to leave a would-be-kidnapper of an underage girl with more holes in them than they started with. Nonlethal holes of course, but a kidnapper doesn't really need their legs to work right? Or arms. Or dick. She can cauterize wounds with her lasers to make sure they don't bleed out after all. Lisa approves.

Crystal accidentally outs Amy as a lesbian to Dave and Bella through a poorly worded question to Lisa. Dave, Bella, and Lisa, all don't care at all, (and Bella already knew because she was at the Eevee event and she has eyes and could clearly see Amy staring… although that does imply Vicky doesn't have eyes because Vicky did not notice Amy staring at all) though Lisa is interested now that New Wave seems to have changed a lot since she last checked on them based on what she got from Crystal.

My poor, poor stockpile is basically gone now due to how busy I've been. We'll see how much writing I get done over the weekend, but I'd give it a decent chance that next week I will have to announce that I'll have switched to a 3-chapter per week schedule of Monday-Wednesday-Fridays. It's sad, but there's not much I can do about my time constraints.
 
Chapter 64: Miss MiLisa Meeting New
Chapter 64: Miss MiLisa Meeting

January 18, 2010, Monday. Brockton Bay, Dave's Apartment.



Dave woke up to the sound of buzzing. The bees from a couple days ago were still in his bedroom, luckily none had escaped at any point from his entering and exiting the room.

As he got up and began going through his morning routine, Dave thought about his plans for the near future. Shower thoughts being a thing meant thinking while in the shower was more effective right?

Ideally, the large glass box had had ordered yesterday would arrive today, so he could round up the bees and put them into the box. While Dave could just try and get his power to give him something to handle the bees, he'd rather just handle them this way. As nice as it would be (or rather, bee) to have something that would let him place the bees he released back into the space where they were accumulating, he really wanted to be able to have a sign that said 'In Case of Emergency, Break Glass', and put it on the glass box full of bees.

Today, Dave would need to go with Lisa to introduce her to Miss Militia, and while he was at it, he would give Challenger a Stamina Perk bottle to triple her speed as thanks for helping with Lisa's training. Actually, didn't Lisa say Challenger was a Cape that had a reflex boost as part of her powers? And that she could probably handle the boost from the Speed Gun as well? I suppose I'll offer when I meet her at least. I'll see about setting up a meeting with Velocity as well. While he is very fast, some instinct I have makes me feel like he is way slower than he should be for a 'speedster'.

Ignoring the ideas and images that the term 'speedster' brought to mind, and how satisfying it would feel to make Velocity faster, Dave made sure to remember the other thing that was happening today.

Today, the assistant Dragon had promised to send him would be arriving via plane from 'Canada', then driving from the airport to Brockton. Which, since Canada clearly wasn't real, was obviously just code for a secret, hidden location somewhere north of the United States, like Greenland, but a little to the left.

So, he needed to meet the assistant and help them get situated and explain his needs and wants, and let them get to work on helping him figure out how to do things like heal rich people in the most effective way of keeping the world functioning and making enough money to fund his projects.

After his shower (it turned out, showers were great for thoughts!) and morning routine was finished, Dave began preparing his tea, orange juice and bagel, and sat down at the table while letting the bagel toast.

You thought it was Daf! But it was me! Daf! Hi Dave!
There isn't much to say today, you got a new role, and it's one I know you've been waiting for.

Your new role today, is the Summoner. As you know, the Summoner is a traitor role that doesn't have any special powers, but has a different shop from a normal traitor, and starts a round with five credits instead of two.

As usual, having access to your new Summoner shop means you've unlocked a bunch of new items, some of which are also available in your other shops now, but many of which are not.


Dave wasn't sure what the first part was, it felt like some sort of reference he might have once gotten, but he certainly hadn't seen anything like it since he was on Earth Bet. The rest was interesting though, as Daf had said, he had been waiting for the Summoner role for a while now.

After all, the Summoner role was going to be the key to defending the Tinker base.



After finishing off his breakfast, Dave went next door to see Bella off to classes and let Lisa into his apartment so she could begin planning for Cape stuff.

"So," he began, facing Lisa. "Today was the day you wanted to talk to Miss Militia about training, right?" He asked.

Lisa nodded. "This should be when she is least busy, aside from possibly at night. As a Noctis Cape, she is most likely on night duty as well, but as she is probably the only quick response Cape the Protectorate has on most nights, I wouldn't want to either meet or train with her at night in case she suddenly needs to leave for an emergency."

Dave nodded. "Fair enough." Then he pointed out the door. "Onwards! To adventure!" He cried dramatically.

For some reason, Lisa just sighed.



They arrived at a building that seemed like a weird combination of a gym and a shooting range. Both Dave and Lisa were in their Cape identities, though Lisa was wearing a makeshift purple-and-black costume and a large domino mask. They had walked to the building after following directions to the address that Miss Militia had texted to Dave.

They went in to the building to find Miss Militia already in the lobby in her costume, with nobody else present.

"Hi Trouble," Miss Militia said, doing one of her signature eye-smiles, before turning to Lisa. "And you must be Foxy?"

Lisa nodded, doing her best to make a good impression on her new trainer. "Yes, that is the temporary Cape name Trouble picked for me. I'm sorry about my costume, my real one isn't ready yet. It's nice to meet you." Lisa said, reaching out her hand, which Miss Militia shook.

"It's nice to meet you too." Miss Militia said with another eye-smile. "Before we got started, I wanted to do my best to alleviate any concerns you might have. This place is owned by a friend of mine, he uses it to train people that intend to go into things like the military or the police, or become a PRT agent. As you can see, it has a shooting range, and is fully equipped in terms of safety equipment, and has everything necessary for exercising to develop one's body, and has a sparring ring and first aid equipment in that room over there."

"Also," Miss Militia continued. "In terms of defenses, there is the fence you must have seen when you came in, and a full set of cameras covering the entire area from multiple angles, and alerts that go off that have been connected to my phone if any of the cameras experience disruption that might indicate hacking. The walls, doors, and windows are all reinforced and locked, and the windows have special blackout curtains for privacy purposes."

"Wow," Dave said. "That's very impressive, the walls have locks? And this is all unofficial?" He asked, wanting to make sure no unnecessary records of Lisa came into existence.

"Yes— what? No, the walls don't have locks Trouble, you know what I meant. This place has no direct connection with the PRT, only many aspiring agents training here; the owner is a friend and is former military, and he agreed to lend me the place occasionally in exchange for being able to say that Challenger and I have trained here. There are no records of Foxy here being anywhere near here or me as far as the PRT is concerned, or as far as the Protectorate is officially concerned, though Armsmaster is aware and Challenger will be here later." Miss Militia said.

"Is that enough to alleviate concerns?" Miss Militia asked, turning to Lisa. "If you have other concerns or suggestions for ensuring your safety, please let me know so I can see what I can do."

Lisa hummed a little, seemingly measuring Miss Militia's sincerity, before smiling. "No, I think that will be sufficient. Has Trouble told you about his Radars?" She asked.

Miss Militia nodded, "Yes, those are extraordinarily useful in a variety of situations. Ah, I see, you believe we can keep an eye on anyone that stays still nearby using those to identify possible spies or potential attackers." Miss Militia said, catching on to Lisa's idea as she spoke.

Lisa nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, I have narrowed down who is after me, and it turned out to be Coil, who employs mercenaries equipped with Tinker Tech." She said, looking carefully and probably using her power on full blast at Miss Militia while she did so.

Miss Militia frowned in surprise. "Coil? He—well, I suppose… Hm…" And from there, Lisa filled Miss Militia in on her findings, interspersed with repeated warnings that Coil would find out anything that made its way into official PRT or Protectorate paperwork or databases from the combination of his moles and his Thinker power.



After that conversation, Miss Militia took Lisa and began sorting through the guns Lisa had brought with her, and trying to decide how to prioritize Lisa's firearm training.

"Pistols are probably the most important." Lisa said. "The only other major weaponry that is highly nonstandard is, well, has he shown you the dildo weapons?"

Miss Militia sighed. "Yes. My power really likes the rotation one. My power normally won't do anything with Tinkertech, but for some reason it really likes Trouble's weapons and will copy them fine for the most part."

Lisa nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, a lot of powers interact strangely with him, I suspect he is even a minor-to-moderate blindspot for a lot of Thinkers. Anyways, as… unusual as the dildo weapons are, they are also strong enough that I need to learn how to use them, so aside from pistols and melee and unarmed combat, those two are the most important weapons for me to learn."

Miss Militia nodded. "Not that I don't agree, but out of curiosity, why pistols?"

"Well, a lot of Trouble's more exotic weapons are in pistol form, like the Flare and Freeze Guns, or his Speed Gun. Even his weird Mud Analysis thing looks like a pistol, so I expect a lot of his future items that I might end up using will also be in pistol form. And of course, they are small, easy to carry around, and less provocative than other firearms." Lisa answered.

Miss Militia nodded again. "Good reasoning. Well, for now, we can start with working on pistols and general firearm safety. I'll let Challenger work on the melee and unarmed aspects of your training when she gets here though. While I am an expert at both, she is better, and is adept with a wider variety of melee weapons, and can better train you with more unusual melee weapons that Trouble's power might form. Personally, I trained with her a bit to get my skill with a crowbar up to snuff after my power developed one that is based off of Trouble's crowbar, so I can vouch for her skill in training people. Anyways, let's get started."









Author's Note: Yay! Chappie!

Dave makes plans, including giving Challenger and Velocity a speed boost soon. Challenger is, funnily enough, a bit of a challenge, because any author that wants to use her needs to come up with a powerset for her that makes sense with her equipment and known actions, along with the situation in the Bay. I'll talk more about that when we get to her though.

Velocity is interesting in that while he is very fast for a Parahuman, he is much much slower than basically any comic book speed-based hero or villain, and has a downside to his speed added on (though admittedly, the thing about the world affecting him less while he is going faster also has upsides).

After writing this chapter, I took a look at my stockpile, how much I was consistently writing, and my upload speed, and found I will run out of chapters soon if I keep my current upload speed of 5 chapters per week now that I'm busier.

So, unfortunately, it is likely I will switch to three chapters per week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The good news is, that will mean once I FINALLY get my dang stockpile to where I want it, I will be able to do extra releases or longer chapters. That won't happen for a while, but it WILL happen eventually.

If I get enough writing done before this chapter goes up, the change to 3 chapters per week might get delayed by a week, but I'm not too hopeful of that actually happening.


Yeah, it's gonna be a 3-chapter per week schedule for now. Sorry about that, but in a turn of events nobody could have possibly expected, life did not in fact stop moving when I began writing a story. How inconsiderate of life, right?

Having busy-ness ramped up even further since I started working on this chapter, I'm going to let y'all know that even the 3-per-week may turn into my initial planned release 'schedule' of 'they come out when they come out', which would then turn back into some other schedule as I rebuild my stockpile. The 'they come out when they come out' wouldn't necessarily be less than 3 chapters per week, but it could end up that way.

Sorry again about the constant, repeated, schedule changes, I got caught up in the excitement of writing when I decided that I should try a one-chapter-per-day schedule instead of doing the smart thing and doing 3 or 4 chapters per week and simply building up a massive stockpile.
 
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