Having recently arrived at a major four-way intersection, Lucas and Jonathan stare up at the massive building diagonally across from them. Multi-tiered stone steps lead up to a corner entrance, its double-wide glass doors are held open with large free-standing signs with the store's current promotional information on them. Above the broad entryway is a sign with "MF Fashion Boutique" written in a large and elegant font.
The outer walls are completely transparent, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing that every floor has a double-height ceiling. The first six floors display a mix of tables and myriad racks on racks of merchandise, with the occasional male mannequin or other such promotional displays. Beyond these six floors, the remaining ones still have a few promotional displays, however, there are walls covered in posters and tapestries blocking off further sight inside behind them. Even from across the intersection, the huge escalators in the center of the store that connects every floor are clearly visible.
The entire building aesthetically appears divided in half, following the seam where the two double-wide doors would touch, were they closed. Throughout every visible floor the left side, when facing in from outside, has the more classic and conservative designs, whereas on the right side are the more vibrant and trendy designs.
"Wow, I didn't think it would be so big." Jonathan lets this slip out as he gawks up at the building across from them. Lucas immediately cracks a grin in response before giving the classic follow-up.
"That's what she said." Lucas barely gets the whole line out before bursting out into laughter at his own bad joke. Unfortunately, Jonathan encourages him further by laughing along with him. As well as two random passersby. Universal, timeless humor.
427 can only give an exaggerated sigh to express his disapproval of Lucas's poor taste in humor.
Still laughing without any care for his image, Lucas goes out onto the relevant crosswalk that is currently vaguely akin to being safe to cross.
Having crossed once, the duo waits for the next change in traffic alongside three strangers. While idling, Lucas notices the soft yipping of a puppy from nearby. As his attention is immediately diverted, he turns around in the direction he heard it from.
The storefront on this corner of the intersection isn't completely glass, however, it does have a large window display to either side of the main door, which is on the side facing MF's. The display leading up to the corner near Lucas currently has three black Labrador and two Husky puppies competing to see who can be the cutest. They are all managing to be simultaneously winning. Those chew toys are absolutely doomed.
One of the Huskies, in particular, seems to have a case of the zoomies, one ear flopped inside-out as he goes about his antics. Watching this scene, Lucas gasps softly before letting out a "D'aww" and starts smacking Jonathan's arm with the back of his hand, pointing out the puppy with his other hand.
"Look, look, that one's just like you." He can't help announcing this insight once Jonathan turns around to look.
Romping a few more steps, the puppy manages to trip over its own feet, landing on its snoot. This doesn't do much to reduce the similarity with Jonathan as far as Lucas is concerned.
Watching the tumble, Jonathan isn't sure if it was an insult or a compliment. Oh, knowing Lucas, it's a compliment either way. He smiles without saying anything, chuckling a bit at their antics as the puppies continue pupping puppily.
[What happened to "Enough fun for now, we have a busy day ahead of us?"]
'THEY'RE. ALL. GOOD. DOGS.'
[...The light is about to change.]
'Ugh, fine.'
Lucas's lingering gaze on the puppies flicks up to the sign over the storefront. Written on it in a simple font is "Faunahorde" with a few paw prints around it, as well as a few bird claw prints. Coughing from the exhaust of a truck that just went past, he begrudgingly turns to cross the multi-lane street over toward their destination.
[Besides, while you were distracted by the puppies, I'm pretty sure Black Ash Snow was staring at you, and he seemed to be thinking hard about something. The weird thing is, you got .01 GDV as it happened.]
'Wait what? Where even was he?'
[...In his store?]
'Eh?'
[…How foolish of me to assume you are familiar with all the local supervillains. He runs Faunahorde. Before you even ask, since you don't seem to know anything about him, his ability is to speak with and command animals.]
'!!! He can tell all the good bois all about what good bois they are! You really jipped me with strength! I want a refund!'
[Ignoring your misplaced priorities, it wasn't an option anyway. His is one of the few unique superpowers that Boss System hasn't been able to replicate. Shit, you've really corrupted me already, I didn't even consciously intend on calling it Boss System.]
'...At least that makes me feel a little better.'
Pausing on the steps of the clothing store, Lucas looks at one of the promotional signs nearby. It is advertising a line of card-suit-themed clothing, doubling as an advertisement for Alice Song's latest movie release that Mind Flare played a supporting role in.
'Oh yeah, I still need to d******d that. I need to remember to get popcorn for it too. Oh! 427 keep a grocery list for me, and add popcorn to it.'
[You... Sigh, fine.]
Looking up at the displays on the various floors before going in, Lucas's gaze lingers on a blue sequin dress on a male mannequin with matching stiletto heels in front of it up in the fifth floor's window display. As they enter the store, Lucas can't help elbowing Jonathan, at least he manages to control his strength enough that he doesn't make him stagger.
"So, fifth floor right?" Lucas's look of mischief as he says this makes it clear he's just teasing him. Either not realizing it's a joke, or just wanting to cover all his bases, Jonathan pales a bit as he responds.
"...Just the first three please."
"I know, I know, just pullin' your leg. Start with some everyday clothes here first, head up to third for some comfy clothes around the apartment, then spend whatever time we have left to kill on the second floor looking at all the super-suits? Figure we're good to stay here till 4:30, maybe 5 if we don't wanna do anything too fancy for dinner tonight, still need time to hit the grocery store regardless." After chuckling at Jonathan's response, Lucas gives a much more reasonable plan of attack.
Giving an enthusiastic nod and humming an affirmation, Jonathan darts over to look at some patterned hoodies off to his right.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 6
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 6
Lucas current GDV: 4.4 (+.01 net change)
Jonathan current GDV: .69 (still nice)
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Little character theater:
Jonathan, enthusiastic about spending as much of Lucas's money as he can get away with: Oh, oh, how many outfits can I get!? I get multiple pairs of shoes right? I wear sneakers out pretty quick... (Wait no, he's just looking forward to actually owning things again.)
Lucas, quite amused: Since when were 14-year-old boys so excited about clothes shopping?
427, with a very warning tone: [Just remember, you're not the only super-powered individuals that come here.]
Author, blinking and then staring out into the audience seating once they're done speaking: Shhh 427, don't take the fun out of the upcoming chapter's events. Wait, oops, I just did. You're probably expecting it anyway, right?
As Jonathan diligently takes inventory of every single style of clothing on the first floor, Lucas is slowly being buried under a mountain of fabric. Not that he has been putting up any resistance, if anything he keeps verbally directing Jonathan to grab more things in his size as well. While he is unaffected by the weight of what he is carrying, he feels tired from watching Jonathan zipping back and forth.[...Are you two planning on buying the entire store?]'Pfft, look how excited he is. Besides, we both should probably have several changes of clothes left at each of the apartments we get tomorrow anyway, so no harm in getting a bit extra. A lot extra. This really is a lot, isn't it?'[Just how do you plan on getting it all home?]
While the mighty cloth mountain, as sung in legend, was once the tallest point at the checkout counter, it has been trounced by the glorious shoe tower. Insignificant before its regal splendor, Jonathan has to hand the shoebox he bears to Mind Flare to add to its majestic parapets.[Oh dear. You probably won't make it to the grocery store tonight at this rate. Is there anything you're in the mood for, I'll start researching restaurants in the area for you in advance?]'Uhh... Not really. Apart from being rude, I'm worried if I ask Jonathan right now, we'll end up with a third joining us. And making the plans for us. Whew. At least hearing Jon's version of the exploding duffel bag incident was pretty funny. I guess MF is a bit... Lonely?'[Probably, on multiple
No longer being supported by telekinesis, the rack of merchandise heavily crashes back onto the ground. Surprisingly, only a single shirt slips off of its hanger onto the ground, otherwise, all of the remaining merchandise stays more or less in place.Mind Flare sighs heavily, every ounce of his body language expressing how absolutely done he is. Pulling a handkerchief out from one of his suit jacket's pockets, he carefully dabs some of the blood off of his face, taking care not to smudge his makeup. After doing this, he wipes his hands off a bit as well, dropping the handkerchief onto the soiled floor once he's done. Then, he raises his right hand to blow out two short whistles using his thumb and index finger.With far less care than Mind Flare had used, Lucas pulls his hoodie off to wipe his hands and face on the inside of
After some time spent in spoiled luxury, Lucas is lazily reclining in the front area for floor eight. Without any traces of Jonathan in sight, Lucas eventually asked a bot to go hunt him down.'Ya know, either that robot has better fashion sense than me, or it was someone else that picked the clothes out.'[I wasn't tracking Mind Flare at the time if that is what you are insinuating. Though he does have a whole team of designers staying here, so it wouldn't be too weird to have a person hand select it.]He has an absentminded look on his face as he rolls the bottom hem of the shirt between his right thumb and index finger. The soft fabric is certainly a much higher grade than something he'd expected to get for free. Also, the entire outfit of; a dark green hal
Taking longer than was really necessary, Jonathan eventually settles on light blue pajamas covered in cartoon fishes and a dark blue tracksuit with a few vertical white stripes. With these painstaking selections bagged to go, Lucas leads him off for the grand finale of the trip, the suits.Ever since Mikah left, 427 and Lucas have been having a constant back and forth.[-Also, while being aware of other supes nearby is clearly beneficial, when we're at a large organization HQ like this there is obviously a very high concentration of them. Though yes, I will admit, that ones that there would be a reason I cannot inform you of them in real-time are worth advance notice.]'As long as you admit to your mistake.' After a bout of comical posing, Lucas's attention returns to reality. Once again aware of the presence of the patiently waiting service bot, he loudly clears his throat before speaking."Ah, yes. Very good, we'll be wanting several each. Does it cost anything extra for putting in custom orders?" Given his cadence and choice of words, one could almost forget how ridiculous he was being mere seconds ago. But not quite, it was just too much.He'd probably deny it all the way to his grave, but Lucas is rather enjoying the absurdity of superpowers in this world, and this new villain lifestyle. You can get away with anything."Only the cost of modifications selected would affect pricing. The suits available in-store ready-made are largely to allow distinguished villains to tI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch29 - Unfounded Smugness
[Hmm, that greeting from the raven might not have been for your benefit. Seems it caught Black Ash Snow's attention and he's on his way from the back room.]'I can sorta understand getting MF's attention between the rainbow disaster and how much money I spent, but I really don't know why Ash is in on it too.'[Who could say?]The raven seems to have become greatly agitated all of a sudden, hopping from side to side while making a grand display of flapping its wings. With its croaking squawks of varying intensity, it seems to feel the cause is urgent.'What's got him all riled up all of a-'As Lucas turns his attention from the fluffy cut
"What!? No no no, there's gotta be a healer right? You know where there's a healer near here, right!?" With his eyes ringed in red, Jonathan's voice cracks as it raises in pitch towards the end of asking Mind Flare this. While Jonathan had originally been near Lucas on the side of the truck opposite Mind Flare, he had dashed over at full speed and is now face to face with him. Or at least, as close as he can be, considering their height difference.'This is pretty painful to watch, even if I know it's not going to be the end result... But seriously, not now Jon. You're not helping, urg.'[Well, he certainly gets full marks for intent.]While Mind Flare had a bit of a thoughtful look on his face when Lucas made his request, it has softened into genuine pity as
Lucas and Jonathan—dressed decently but nowhere near as fancy as yesterday—are most of the way to Cat’s Paw Cafe, pointedly not utilizing the stinky subway station to get there.‘Ya know, it’s been surprisingly peaceful, yeah? Though, not havin’ people gawk as much as yesterday is kinda nice. All that attention was gettin’ old fast.’[Ahem, well, fortunately, Boss System approved my long-term task priority filtering proposal.]‘Oh? Whassat?’[Compared to before, now it requires an opt-in before being bombarded with every single task in range. Before receiving alerts—and therefore penalties for ignoring them—we’ll run the calculations of the tasks’ estimated impact vs. potential unwanted attention. This effectively weeds out a majority of minor tasks—plus some moderate ones—by accounting for how suspicious it would be for you to know the event was taking place, let alone be believably compelled to interfere. I knew there was no need to ask if you were interested in activating it immedi
Once the allotted thirty minutes have passed—precisely down to the second—427 tentatively undeafens Lucas. At first, all he can hear is a booklet’s pages being flipped through, followed by Lucas grumbling.Hesitantly removing the remaining sensory suppressions one at a time, 427 nearly sighs with relief upon discovering that Lucas is standing in the kitchenette by the new automatic drip coffee maker—thankfully dressed—in the midst of poorly attempting to demystify its instruction manual.‘How the hell is this so complicated?’[Ah, making good on your promise to Jonathan?]‘Oh, thank fuck; yer back. Took ya long enough.’[…Hello, again, to you, too.]‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back. So, anywho, can ya scan through this or somethin’ and tell me how to use it?’[…I already looked up the instructions from everything’s model numbers earlier. First, measure out—]427 guides Lucas through measuring and grinding a serving’s worth of coffee beans and setting it up in the machine with such in-d
For a few peaceful minutes, Lucas delights in demolishing the delicious delicatessen delivery. As Jonathan reaches for his coffee cup to gauge if it’s cool enough for a sane person to drink, he ends up cutting himself off with a yawn, earning a side-eye from Lucas.“Hey, ya barely got any sleep, yeah? Instead of havin’ caffeine, shouldn’t ya go take a nap?” Upon Lucas’s question, Jonathan pauses, looking at the contents of his mug with an obvious longing. “I’ll make ya a fresh one in like half an hour; I’m sure 427 can figure out howta use whatever newfangled machine ya got,” Lucas continues, his eyes also fixed on the beverage.[…I suppose I appreciate your vote of confidence.]Jonathan’s gaze lingers on the coveted coffee for a moment before he sets it back on the table. As soon as he lets go of it, Lucas lays his claim upon it.“Um, o-okay, yeah. I just, um, sh-should take a shower first,” Jonathan stammers as he stands.Lucas hums an agreement around a mouthful of coffee.[Did y
Thankfully, there are no further interruptions during the rest of this round of deliveries. Or even during the next one, either.Once Jonathan finally has the fourth and final load of freight, he makes a detour to a delicatessen. More specifically, the one where he previously purchased yesterday’s breakfast.After equally uneventfully acquiring milk, third breakfast for himself, and first breakfast for Lucas—since he’d totally only eat sugary baked goods if real food wasn’t conveniently available—he makes his way home.With his back to the recently re-locked front door, Jonathan reclaims the last armload of supplies as he looks at Lucas’s still-shut bedroom door.‘…Our food will still be too hot to eat for a little while; I’ll make some coffee first.’Jonathan may or may not be making up excuses to keep putting off waking up Lucas in the hopes that he’ll do so on his own, knowing full well that he probably won’t.While taking longer than necessary to decide which appliance to christen
“Ah! Um…” Jonathan’s face scrunches up a bit as he looks over his pending purchases.‘Can we at least turn off tasks while my hands are full? I really don’t want to drop everything and have it get broken or stolen by the time I get back to it… It will be annoying enough having to run back and forth a bunch.’[Requesting temporary task suppression… Permission granted; disregarding minor tasks for one hour at no penalty, effective immediately.]Jonathan barely represses his urge to sigh with relief.Before Ji Soo works up the nerve to express concern over Jonathan’s vacant stare at the wall behind the service bot, Jonathan’s attention returns to reality and redirects to said bot.“Um, c-could you hold some of it for a few minutes once I’m done paying? I-I won’t take long… Like, five minutes?” Before fidgety Jonathan even finishes asking his question, the bot is already nodding.“Certainly. Do you wish to use a private scanning kiosk to complete your order?”‘I’m surprised it’s even an
Jonathan, however, doesn’t hear the utterance of recognition. Unaware, he continues his quest for a coffee maker.A short time later, Jonathan stands--while quietly grumbling--before a row of two-in-one coffee/espresso machines.Behind him is a sea of drip coffee machines, with cold press equipment further off to the side. Alongside the arrangement of two-in-ones sits a selection of espresso machines, both automatic and semi-automatic.‘How are there so many!? What even are the differences? Wait, no, don’t answer that. The technical details will probably just be even more confusing.’[Understood.]Although Jonathan notices movement in his peripheral vision, he doesn’t outwardly react to the recent arrival at the end of the aisle. Instead, he pulls out one of the two-in-one machines set at eye level, rotating it so he can read the back of the box.“Ah! Don’t get one of those! That entire line is overpriced trash,” the newcomer blurts out, muffled by the layers of carbon-filter fabric f
After the harrowing--see also; totally normal--experience of getting his hair professionally cut, Jonathan blinks a few times as he looks himself over in the mirror. ‘Oh, wow. That’s way better.’ He’s now sporting a long-top, backswept, tapered hairstyle with a rounded back. Given how clearly tense he was throughout the entire cutting process, a trendy skin fade would have fairly obviously been too much for his liking. After giving Jonathan a few moments to make his mental evaluations, one of the hairdresser’s dreadlocks uses a soft-bristle brush to clear away the loose hair clippings around the collar of the barber cape. A few other coils of his hair organize the various tools he used, setting them aside for cleaning. Meanwhile, he quickly sweeps aside the bulk of the rogue tufts of hair on the ground in a much more conventional hands-on-broom method as he uses the mirror to make eye contact with Jonathan again. “Lookin’ good, mon. Well? Whaddya tink?” His question pulls Jonath
Once Jonathan is finally en route to the hairdresser...[Safe distance from Mikah’s power detected. Alert; you have exceeded 10 GDV. You have one enhancement available.]‘Oh! Um, you said before that rank three vision should be good enough to see through Maria’s powers, right?’[Correct, rank three should be sufficient as long as her target is in motion. Rank four would be necessary to see anything stationary, given the current strength of her powers. Please be aware that going beyond rank three for any individual enhancement has additional requirements.]‘Three should be good enough to avoid most of her pranks... Use my upgrade on vision.’[Please confirm that you would like rank two vision.]‘Yeah.’[Understood. Please close your eyes during calibrations to avoid nausea.]Jonathan slows from running at enhanced speed into a normal-paced jog for a few steps, then stops and shuts his eyes.[Bzzt... Calibrations complete.]He opens his eyes and looks around, blinking several times.‘Wo
The duo’s fiery funnel further forces the growing multi-car pile-up towards the middle of the street for a few seconds longer. Finally, the flames falter and fade. After a short delay, the wind wanes as well.‘Oh, I shouldn’t give them any extra reasons to think I’m a threat.’Jonathan swiftly shuts and pockets his switchblade as he follows the sidewalk. While doing so, his attention flicks between the ongoing chaos in the street and the front door of Howling Cartographer’s HQ lobby.Ashley steps through the door with Jason right behind her. They both take a moment to appreciate their destructive handiwork with smug expressions. Considering that Jonathan is conspicuously the only person still in the immediate vicinity, they quickly focus on him.Before either of them manage anything beyond a glare, Jonathan raises both hands in a submissive gesture, showing that he isn't wielding a weapon. "I-I just wanted his gun!"Ashley's exposed eye squints with amusement, the not hair-hidden cor