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.
"Oh? And what are we up to now?" Mind Flare can't help speaking up, looking at Jonathan tugging on the door handle as Lucas watches from the side, arms hanging limply.
"Oh, um, Lucas asked me to try to b-break his nose." Turning around so his back is to the driver, he lowers his voice so only Mind Flare can hear, although Josephine hears as well.
Mind Flare looks rather amused with this admission, while Josephine openly laughs.
"Well, perhaps I can help then." Her melodious voice is tinged with good humor. She gives a brilliant smile as she gestures for Jonathan to step aside.
Anyone looking inside Faunahorde would see the movements of Black Ash Snow coming to the front of the store.
"Um, sure, th-thanks." Classic Jonathan.
He complies with her request, hopping from the little step and taking a few steps over to stand next to Lucas. He takes in a sharp breath as he gets a good look at the state of Lucas's arms, now that he's not surrounded by the lingering cloud of concrete dust, getting a pained smile in response.
Josephine remains standing where she is, a distinct look of concentration on her face as she closely watches the driver. To everyone in the group standing outside, it seems like the volume of the very cross supe pinned in place inside the truck has dropped significantly. With the way his mouth is going, he seems to be yelling just as fiercely as before, though.
Gradually, everyone nearby begins to feel the reverberations in their chests, a silent quake from within, that slowly increases in intensity. If it wasn't for the fact that no discernable source is audible, one would perhaps think one of the nearby vehicles had their bass turned up far too high.
As the driver had not been wearing his seatbelt at the time of impact, he had previously slammed forward, hitting his head on the windshield and leaving the start of an elegant spider web of cracks. Now, as the interior of the truck trembles slightly, a few small grains of glass start falling from these cracks, dusting the area nearby.
The previously stationary hula girl bobble figure mounted to the inward-bent dashboard begins to gently sway with no visible outward trigger. With every second that passes her seductive dance grows more and more fervent.
Aware that something is very, very wrong, the driver seems to be struggling to try and move again, but to no avail. According to his appearance, his yelling should be growing louder, however, it outwardly seems that the volume is decreasing further. There is a distinct look of pain across his face, his scrunched-up features akin to someone with a harsh headache.
The spiderweb cracks on the windshield have crawled out to claim the entirety of the windshield as their territory, the fallen grains of glass jumping up and dancing to the same intense rhythm as the center position hula girl.
In his desperate struggle, the driver has finally managed to free his left arm, grasping and throttling the door handle with urgency. Making no progress in this regard, a slow trickle of blood begins to leak out of his left nostril. As cracks begin forming in the side windows, Josephine slowly raises her hands before her, held a few inches apart.
Outside the oppressive cabin, Lucas has a shit-eating grin the whole time, staring directly at the driver's face that is contorted with pain. Through this distraction, he temporarily doesn't notice his own pitiful state.
[...You're really starting to enjoy this a bit too much.]
'Hey, hey. I'm just watching a musician put on a performance. Mmhmm, purely artistic appreciation.'
[...Why even bother trying to lie if you're not going to put any effort in.]
'Eheh. Besides, think of the puppies.'
[I'm starting to think you'd get along with Black Ash Snow rather well.]
'Hmm, not a bad idea, buddying up to my man Dan.'
[Don't you dare call him that, goodness gracious.]
As Lucas gives a mental laugh to 427, the door to Faunahorde opens with the discussed supervillain coming outside. He hasn't brought a pupper friend this time, but the little bird is dangling from his braid as merrily as last time.
Coincidentally, this happens at the same moment the truck's windows shatter, so not only does Black Ash Snow get to see it, the sound of his approach is covered.
Once the windows burst open, the sound of the driver's screaming is suddenly clearly audible at the normally anticipated volume. The dancing glass and hula girl within seem to lose their inspiration, the intense yet silent resonance within everyone's chest dispersing.
Having dropped her look of concentration once the windows shattered, Josephine pauses for a moment, bearing a small self-satisfied smile.
Clapping her hands before her, the oncoming rain of glass hits an invisible force that causes the shards to all bounce away, a rippled curvature visible in the negative space between the pieces.
Placing one hand gently over her heart, she bends her other arm to hold her fist behind her back. While still facing the driver which has switched from his pained screaming back to his initial anger, she makes a deep, formal bow.
Raising back up, she turns to Lucas with a slight smile. Before he can control his expression, she catches sight of the delighted grin he had stretched across his face.
"Will that suffice?" Josephine may have a calm, perfectly composed expression, but there is a subtle hint of mischief in her tone.
"Perfect, bravo, I'd be clapping if I c-" Lucas can't even finish his praise as the angry shouts cut him off.
"Just you fucking wait, I'll pay every one of you assholes back a hundred-fold!" Before he can continue ranting, unfamiliar laughter rings out nearby, startling him into silence.
[Oh, I was so focused on reading the data on those wavelengths I stopped keeping watch around us…]
'Wait, that wasn't Danny?'
[...Please, just don't. I'm sure he'll introduce himself shortly]
"Hahaha, ahh, sorry, I didn't want to interrupt. Jolly good show though, wonderful. Bit of a shame that you stopped really, this bastard has been driving us mad off and on for a while now." The look of contentment writ across the stranger's face isn't far off from Lucas's. He's a bit shorter than Lucas, bears a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow whereas the top of his head is shaved completely clean, and is wearing a yellow and white tracksuit, which is quite bright against his moderately-tanned skin.
"Fuck off Wraith Hunter, don't try and be all arrogant when you didn't even-Mmph!" Starting to rant anew, the foul-mouthed driver suddenly acquires a balled-up wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth, once a breeze and a blur have moved past the group. Wraith Hunter is suddenly standing on the small step leading to the driver's side door on the truck, one arm leisurely pulling back out of the broken window.
"Anyway, where was I… Ah yes, introductions are in order. I'm Wraith Hunter, you're probably not familiar with me, but you should have at least heard of the organization I'm with, Gang of Spirits?" The three established supervillains in the group all nod politely, however, Lucas and Jonathan have blank looks on their faces.
[Don't worry, they're a middling tier organization at best, it's not much of an insult that you don't recognize them. However, I do believe they have at least an alliance with The Blood Smith, who could prove useful, given your current situation. Unless, of course, you'd rather use your new upgrade on regenerative abilities? I wouldn't advise it personally. Doubly so with the current audi- Bzzt...]
'Wait, my new upgrade?'
[...]
'..?'
With a vague suspicion, Lucas looks up to see Mikah coming out of the front of MF's Fashion Boutique.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 6
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 9
Lucas current GDV: …
Jonathan current GDV: …
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Little character theater:
Off in the background, Black Ash Snow is drawing circles on the ground, too awkward to speak up when someone else stole his entrance.
Jonathan, wide-eyed: Lucas I reALLY NEED TO TALK TO YOU. ALONE.
Lucas, casually suffering: Yes, hello Mikah, it's good to see you. Please disregard the mental screams of agony, I can't quite help it. Fuck.
427, being quiet as hard as he can: (... Intensifies)
Author, smiling: Hi Mikah, how are you?
Mr. Quacks, brimming with curiosity: Quack?
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
[Incoming. Bzzt...]Wraith Hunter, Mark, and Josephine all fall into an incredibly similar conversation loop as the last cycle. As this is going on, Mikah has begun making his way outside.One main difference, well, apart from Lucas and Jonathan's differences, is that Dan actually got included. Feeling less awkward this time, even with the bird nesting on top of his head, he tries to get more information out of Lucas."Well, I guess I owe you a thank you. I'm sure you know who I am, but I fear it isn't mutual?" As Dan cautiously ventures into the terrifying realm of starting a conversation with a human, Mark can't help paying a bit of attention to their interaction. It's not every day he gets to see his antisocial friend start up small talk with an impulsive goof and a
Now wielding a small rectangle of simultaneously dangerous yet valuable cardboard, Lucas and Jonathan finally manage to break away from the congregation of supervillains. Supervillains who are still hanging out in the middle of the road next to the truck, continuing to divert traffic. Mark has even posted some selfies to his Mind Flare social media accounts while posing in front of Franz pinning down the imprisoned driver. All while also tagging Black Ash Snow's accounts as well, of course.Lucas doesn't even need to wonder when he's far enough away from Mikah.[What the HELL Lucas!? You know we need to onboard Jonathan! You saw how much of a threat being careless around those supervillains can be! Why would you just casually give your plans to Mikah like that!? Now you are socially obliged to let all of those supervillains k
Despite Lucas's paranoid suspicions, the rest of the subway ride continues to be uneventful. Throughout the journey, both he and Jonathan have happily eaten a borderline alarming quantity of food each. Even still, they have some leftovers that they're intending on bringing back to the apartment with them.Now that Jonathan has appeased his localized black hole, the look of contentment on his face is the very definition of the phrase 'the cat that got the cream.' And much like said proverbial cat full of cream, he's on the brink of a food coma.Feeling the distinct need to be a spoilsport, Lucas occasionally elbows him to keep him awake. Even despite Lucas's insistence on being a wet blanket, they're both in rather high spirits. Going home after a busy day will certainly do that, and that thought particularly resonates with Jo
Once Lucas and Jonathan have spent a bit more time earning the stray mutt's trust, Lucas tentatively lifts the gangly mid-sized pup up into a sort of half hug, half carry. The dog not only doesn't resist, but he even takes the initiative to climb up a bit and rest his head in the gap between Lucas's neck and left shoulder.Having been accepted by the animal in his arms, Lucas internally melts a bit before standing back up. Unfortunately, during this process he gets a good strong whiff of eau de wet dog, significantly dampening the heart-warming atmosphere.'Woo doggy, that's some powerful stuff. Poor thing doesn't seem wild, must have been abandoned...'[Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems that is no longer the situation.] As the bathtub slowly fills with water set to a satisfactory temperature, Lucas finally comes to terms with the fact that he has to actually stop holding the dog. He slowly crouches down, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the large white tub."All right buddy, down you go." As Lucas lowers the pup onto the bathroom's white tile floor, the dog's scrappy tail is happily wagging away while he looks up at Lucas.Once all four of his little paws are firmly on the ground, Lucas finally releases him and leans back a bit. With the clean white tiles serving as his background in the well-lit bathroom, the dog's filthy state is even clearer than ever."Sheesh, you're all limbs. You've gotta have more than just a little Greyhound in ya. Eh, good, you and Jon should have fun zI'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch39 - Bark!
Very slowly, Lucas has finished painstakingly removing each and every tag from everything they brought home and putting all of the relevant things into the washer, as well as prepping it to run but leaving its door open.As Lucas plops down onto the patched-up sofa and starts channel surfing in order to distract himself, a clean and mostly dried-off dog darts out of the bathroom to roll around on the wall-to-wall carpeting of the living room, kicking his legs happily into the air. Jonathan's laughing can be heard from the bathroom for a few seconds before he shuts the door.Lucas is so delighted by the sight, he drops the TV remote he was previously holding right on the floor and gets up to run over and play with the dog. Unfortunately for 427, he has yet again released the mental pterodactyl-screech assault of happiness.
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