‘...Fuck. It’s one thing for Marsha to believe it, but Maria and Mary..? They’ll definitely figure that somethin’s up with me and Jon.’
[...Yes. Fortunately, as they were only children themselves during the war, it is highly unlikely that they are aware of any of the clues regarding the presence of the Superhero Enhancement System, so who knows what conclusions Miss Calculated will come to. Perhaps she’ll do some research which will lead to her finding out about the system, if any of the relevant information from the war is documented anywhere. Though, I find that rather unlikely. They were always rather secret
Lucas finally thaws enough to attempt to answer Miss Chievous’s question.“Er… No..? It doesn’t have anything to do with you guys. Everything that has happened has… really been a bunch of coincidences. It, uh, honestly doesn’t have anything to do with anyone in particular… As long as none of you actively do something that gets in the way, it shouldn’t have any direct impact on you guys, I guess..?” Lucas’s resounding lack of confidence in his tone manages to even make him feel less sure about what he’s saying.[Lucas, you really shouldn’t be giving any more information than is absolutely necessary... It may seem ha
Once Lucas regathers his scattered wits and quits gawking at the ensuing destruction across the street, he rushes down the stairs two steps at a time.Since Miss Masher and Miss Chievous both noticed his odd behavior, they look over as well. Miss Chievous hisses, whereas Miss Masher says “Oh shit…” under her breath.‘Ugh, going through the two crosswalks is gonna take so long, should I just run right through the damn intersection? Bah, the accidents it would cause will lose more points than I save by rushin’ over, yeah?’[Most likely. If you really want to hurry, you should just jump over the traffic.] Lucas is standing a few paces into the seating area of the ground floor of the cafe, with Miss Masher in the process of cautiously climbing through the shattered window he had used as an entrance behind him.The overdosed offender is breathing heavily while standing in place, his attention roughly in Lucas’s direction, but he is still glancing around with hazy unfocused eyes while trying to figure out where Jonathan has run off to.Throughout his rampage so far, he has heavily damaged not just the area, but also his own attire. The shredded remnants of his shirt sway with every one of his ragged breaths, revealing peeks of exaggerated dehydrated looking muscles, soiled and sweaty, but completely uninjured. Miss Masher takes a few cautious steps back, grabbing an upended table that was resting against the short under-window wall nearby. She glances at Lucas, and upon seeing him coughing as he sits up with no visible injuries, she no longer spares him any further attention.With a firm grip on the table, she runs at the erratically flailing over-medicated man, shouting in order to pull his attention away from Lucas.The befuddled bully had managed to turn around to face Lucas, but he staggered a few times before ultimately falling to his knees, as his balance from the injured leg was thrown off more than he can currently mentally account for, even though he’s largely unaffected by the pain of it.I'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch203 - Fuck This Leg, In Particular
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Meanwhile, back over in the OP OD zone…Lucas is power-walking backwards with a taunting grin, kiting his overmedicated opponent in circles.Miss Masher is off to the side, rummaging around in search of anything that could potentially be useful in breaking the current stalemate. This process may or may not involve forcefully removing semi-damaged bits of terrain and seeing if they seem sturdy enough for her liking. Everything has failed this check thus far, not that that deters her from continuing her foraging.‘As much fun as I am havin’ with fuckin’ with him, what the hell shoul
While Lucas’s lingering overwhelming pain has overloaded his senses a bit, he feels a rising panic upon realizing he’s having some difficulty breathing, and is lying on his back whilst cradled in debris.‘Wai- no, no, NO!’[Hmm? Oh, calm down. It’s the first time, when you didn’t actually get injured.]‘OH THANK FUCK!’[...Well, at least you don’t have to get dressed again.]‘Wait… But wouldn’t that h
“Oh, actually, Mar- er, Mash, ya think this dude even understands what we're sayin'?" While Lucas is asking this, he twists the cap off of an artificially-flavored ‘fruit juice’ drink, recently tossed to him by Miss Masher. Then, he precisely throws the cap directly at his pursuer's left eye, earning an inarticulate snarl in protest of his actions.The overmedicated menace even attempts to lunge at him in retaliation, but Lucas just hops back quickly before resuming the same pace he's been maintaining for a few minutes now. He's still erratically circling around the cafe’s seating area backwards, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure there are no oncoming obstructions to his path. As Jonathan kites the Ankle Annihilator around the area and passes Lucas once more, Lucas sighs and starts following behind the aggressor, far enough back that he’ll be out of reach if he were to suddenly change targets.“Whelp, if no one has any other ideas, I guess that’s our plan? Oh, when I jump him, make a whole lotta noise, yeah? Maybe it’ll help slow him down another second or two to gimme more time to pin ‘em.” Lucas is answered by multiple agreeable hums. The conversation’s topic is completely clueless as to the content of their chatter as he combatively crawls after Jonathan.After the three-man lineup moves a bit further past Miss Masher’sI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch208 - Fancy Failure