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 it as he had done earlier. He hands the hoodie over for Jonathan to do the same, once he has his breathing under control. It seems Jonathan has yet to master the art of breathing blood.
While they can't help watching Mind Flare a bit nervously, they do understand that he clearly has no malicious intent towards them.
While handling the hoodie, they notice that the blood seems to be sliding right off of the paint-saturated areas. Perhaps there were waterproof top-coat cans in the mix, or some sealant.
'...Weirdly cool. Wait, when did I become so numb to watching people die horribly right in front of me?'
[I'd say the subway station was the final tipping point.]
'I'm not sure which is more unnerving, the fact that you were able to point it out immediately, or the fact that I'm pretty sure you're right.'
The insurmountable shoe tower, long may it reign, blocked off the bulk of the burst of blood from tainting the neatly folded pile of purchases. The tower itself, however, now proudly bears the marks of its provided succor. It's an absolute mess.
The currently painted red service bot pokes about in the storage area under the register briefly, pulls out a towel to wipe itself off first, and then begins cleaning the check-out counter.
Mind Flare pointedly does not look directly in Lucas and Jonathan's direction, instead, looking past the two now-headless corpses over to the resplendent shoe tower. Recrossing his arms, he taps his right index finger against his left upper arm, frowning for the first time in the time since the duo has made his acquaintance. Noticing his side profile that shows how deep in thought he is, Lucas doesn't hesitate to speak up.
"It's... It's fine. As long as the actual goods are fine, I don't mind if the boxes are stained. Just... Just wipe off the bulk of it before packin' 'em up to ship out is all I ask. And... I get it. We get it. We're all supes here, and those guys were assholes." Hearing Lucas speak up, Mind Flare's immediate relief is unmistakable. Jonathan is aggressively nodding along with his statement, giving an affirmative hum.
"Are you sure? It's not your fault in the least, after all. Ah, I'm terribly sorry that you had to bear witness, it's quite an unsightly thing." Even though he still won't look directly at them, it's clear that he is being sincere.
'Oh, he's self-conscious about it, isn't he? Or at least, really doesn't want other people to see his messed up makeup, heh.'
[That seems to be the case.]
Clearing his throat while he puts the sullied hoodie back on once again, Lucas continues to placate the slightly sulky supervillain.
"It's fine. Really. Though uhh... Where's the bathroom?" Before Lucas can continue further, Mind Flare briefly raises a hand to cut him off. Once Lucas falls silent, he re-crosses his arms, resuming his tapping.
Now that a bit of time has passed, the sounds of squeaky wheels and multiple walking service bots approach. It seems this may be why Mind Flare whistled earlier.
There are a total of three bots, two of which are pushing huge plastic-bag-lined bins on wheels, large enough to fit three adult men in each. The third is pushing a cart with a stack of towels, miscellaneous cleaning supplies, and a mop paired with a soapy water-filled bucket.
'I'm starting to become uncomfortable with just how prepared they are for this. Wait, did he whistle twice because that's how many bodies there were?'
[...It's certainly efficient.]
The bot that was pushing the cleaning cart walks up to stand before Mind Flare at attention, holding out a small, warm, damp towel. The other two bots work together to move the headless bodies into one bin, and the merchandise that will require more than just a spot clean into the other.
With the bot before him, Mind Flare finally stops tapping his index finger against his arm. Accepting the towel to better wipe off his hands, he juts his chin in the duo's direction.
"Take these two gentlemen to freshen up, full VIP treatment." Once he gives this command, he bows his head slightly in the duo's direction before walking away, wiping off his exposed skin with the towel as he goes. Regardless of how irritated he may be, he maintains the same composed rhythm as always with each step.
Receiving its orders, the bot goes back to its cleaning cart briefly, claiming two more similar towels for the duo. Handing one to each of them, it begins its spiel.
"Good afternoon honored guests. Allow me to apologize once again on behalf of our fine establishment. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I shall guide you two to a specially reserved bathing area. If I may have your relevant sizing and preferred colors, I will acquire a change of clothing for you in the meantime, all services free of charge. Our top-of-the-line private laundromat will tend to your current garments, unless you should desire otherwise. You may continue shopping once you have freshened up, or we can provide you with a ticket to reclaim your possessions at a later date at your convenience."
Once it ensures that they are following, the service bot guides Lucas and Jonathan to an elevator marked with a sign reading "Employees Only".
Lucas is a bit stunned and doesn't answer right away. Jonathan, on the other hand, has wide eyes and a bounce to his step, nearly starting to blurt out his response. Hesitating with his mouth open before actually saying anything, he stops and looks at Lucas, waiting for him to go first.
"I, er, no color preference. Whatever you have an excess of in-stock I guess, as long as it's comfy. Uh, medium across the board, shoe size-" Lucas begins giving his answers, let's spare you the details from him as well as Jonathan following after.
Once they've all entered the elevator, the bot takes them up to the eighth floor.
Reaching their destination, one look is enough to tell that this is a high-end spa, staffed entirely by service bots.
'Okay, so a private laundromat sorta makes sense... But, a spa? What the hell else is in this building?'
[Well, it's also Mind Flare's HQ, so it shouldn't be too surprising, all things considered. I'll operate under the assumption that was a rhetorical question, as opposed to listing everything off.]
'...Now I'm even more curious? No, none of my business, forget it.'
[As you wish.]
Being spoiled to this degree is a rare occurrence, and it's all free, so the duo decides they may as well make the most of it. It's all robots here anyway, who's gonna judge them?
Lucas leisurely washes up in the available shower, taking his time in being pampered afterward.
Jonathan, on the other hand, races through a shower and then takes a nap in a mineral bath. His companion is a rubber duckie he got from who-knows-where, resting on a neatly folded towel on top of his head.
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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: 4.48 (+.01 net change)
Jonathan current GDV: .75 (+.01 net change)
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Little character theater:
Jonathan is too busy napping as hard as he possibly can. Shopping is such tiring work for a growing boy.
Lucas, melting from a back massage: Maybe being Mind Flare's sidekick wouldn't be such a bad idea?
427, at a complete loss on how to deal with Lucas: [Weren't you scared of him just a moment ago? Just pick out your own amenities once you have a base...]
Author, with strict authority: By the power vested in me, I declare that Jonathan gets a rubber duckie friend.
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
Understanding how selective Lucas is with his hostility, Jonathan briefly recalls how he had previously used similar wording regarding the two men he threw onto the subway tracks. Also, the strange sharp gasp he made shortly beforehand. Making this connection, he doesn't question further and does actually go over to attempt to open the driver's side door, the angrily yelling man inside warily watching him through the window.Unfortunately, Jonathan's strength proves insufficient to open the door thanks to the way the metal has warped from the collision. As Jonathan continues to struggle with the bent metal, Lucas has coughed a few more times and walks over, choking back any expressions pertaining to the miserable state of his arms.Mind Flare and Josephine have also finally finished making their way over.
As Wraith Hunter continues speaking with the super-villains present, Lucas's attention is still on Mikah. Watching him closely, Lucas is trying to gauge if he heard anything incriminating from his location at the far end of the crosswalk.Beside him, Jonathan makes a quiet startled noise and jumps slightly, then looks up at Lucas wide-eyed. He goes to reach up and touch his arm, then catches himself just before he does so, instead, he starts tugging on the edge of his shirt to get his attention.Off to the side, largely ignored, Black Ash Snow is half watching the interaction between Lucas and Jonathan, but it's more out of general disinterest in the conversation that is happening rather than any real focus. While he's curious about what happened and why the truck is clearly aimed at his store, he's far too awkward to interje
Being predominantly unfazed by the projectile truck parts, Mind Flare and Josephine are both standing nearby. They're busy chuckling at the driver shoved down into the street, serving as a cushion for Lucas. An equally amused Jonathan is also nearby, although he is busy trying to think of a reason to go looking for Wraith Hunter."An acquaintance of yours?" Mind Flare can't help asking Lucas in a voice full of good humor."Nah, but I saw the way he was driving this way. I mean come on, think of the puppies. The nerve, seriously." Lucas shifts his position so he's now sitting cross-legged and tilts his head a bit. While bearing a raised brow, he looks up at Mind Flare. "Think he's got something against Black Ash Snow?"The driver yells something incoherent into the crus
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