"Okay fine, we'll clean the place up soon! Ugh, most of the stuff in the front room is probably junk anyway, we should be able to clear it out enough that you can have your own bedroom... Don't look at me like that! I'm not some hoarder or anything like that!" As Lucas caves under Jonathan's judgmental stare, he even feels like the dog is judging him too. Which he is.
"If that's not a hoarder, then what else do you call someone that keeps a room full of junk for no good reason?!" As Jonathan subconsciously channels the wrath of his mother that disowned him, Lucas can't help but sputter a bit.
"I'm just a... Lazy... Pack-rat... That really doesn't sound much better, does it..." As Lucas achieves enlightenment with this rare bout of introspection, he exhales a deep sigh.
[...The first step is admitting you have a problem.]
'Hah! Screw you.'
"Well, whatever, we'll take care of it, okay? ...I gotta say though, you losin' your stutter when yer yelling is pretty funny." As Lucas finishes saying this, Jonathan is, of course, immediately self-conscious.
Now it is Jonathan's turn to sputter a few times, his face slowly turns red over the course of a few seconds until he eventually then turns in place and bolts out of the room, too flustered to retort. He hastily places the vacuum's dirt trap down next to the garbage can in the living room and then sprints into the bathroom at top speed, slamming the door behind him.
Lucas's self-satisfied taunting laughter echoing throughout the apartment hardly serves as any comfort for the shy teen.
Feeling the need to stand up for the bullied child, the pup lying beside Lucas sits up and glares at him, barking twice.
"What? Don't you tell me no, it's hilarious." Lucas has a huge grin on his face as he turns his attention over to the doggo that is attempting to scold him.
The pup snorts, barks twice again, and then rears back slightly and stomps his front paws down onto the soft bed once, bouncing a bit from the movements. Lucas finds the dog's actions far too cute to count as a reproach, causing him to laugh a bit more.
"Fine, fine, I'll apologize in a bit." While Lucas tries to humor the pup, he gives him a brief ear rub as additional consolation. He gets another firm bark combined with another authoritative stomp, however, the doggo's resolve seems to weaken from the delightful ear rubs.
Lucas can hear the dryer door getting opened and its contents getting rummaged through from the front of the bathroom, as well as some muffled, low talking. Shortly after, 427 bursts out laughing.
'Oh? What'd he say? Come on, tell me!'
[Ahem, and I quote: 'How can someone so nice be such an asshole?' He's not wrong.]
'Ayyy, I resemble that remark.'
Lucas is rewarded with some more laughter from 427. He really has been such a bad influence on the diligent little system, ex-person, thing, friend, whatever.
"I gotta tease him at least a little more first though." As Lucas slides out of the bed, he gets another pair of barks sent his way. "You can't stop me!"
[...Even if he is more intelligent than you, there's something funny about you arguing with a canine.]
'You could have left that first part out you know. Seems I'm not the only jerk around here.'
427 is particularly amused by the fact that Lucas didn't even try to argue with him, making another round of laughter.
As Lucas finishes getting out of bed and turns to face the dog again, he is rewarded with the sight of another stomp, this time with enough force that the pup's entire body bounces on the bed. Still grinning from earlier, Lucas reaches out to pick up the dog and let him down on the floor, chuckling a bit more throughout the process.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it'll be worth it though, trust me. Come on, let's go." Lucas says this as he finishes setting the pupper down onto the ground. Once he releases his hold, the mutt runs in two small circles around him and then walks out of the bedroom.
Lucas grabs his laptop and heads out to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table. As his smile spreads with a mischievous look, he heavily knocks on the bathroom door with the back of his hand, causing the stressed wood to creak a bit with each impact.
"No point hiding in there sulking, brat, ya know I could get through this wood door in a second." The joy of stirring up trouble has crept beyond just being a facial expression, now also tinging Lucas's tone of voice as well.
Rising to the bait, Jonathan spits back a sullen "Fuck you, jerk." which is muffled by the door between them.
[You really love bullying the poor child, don't you?]
'He makes it too easy!'
"Aha! That's more like it. A much more becoming attitude of the second in command in my upcoming supervillain organization." As Lucas finishes saying this, there is a sudden gasp and clatter of a hard object falling onto the tile flooring of the bathroom.
Immediately afterward, the door is ripped open from the inside, revealing Jonathan's brightly lit face. He's now dressed in the light blue pajamas covered in little cartoon fishes that he had picked out to bring home from MF's Fashion Boutique, albeit a bit sloppily. His overgrown black hair is also a disheveled mess, he probably had just pulled the shirt on before opening the door.
"You mean it!?" Jonathan practically bounces while asking, his eyes wide open as he stares at Lucas expectantly.
"Eh? Who else is it gonna be? The dog? How about Mr. Quacks? He's at least more intimidating than you normally are, considering ya seem like you'd apologize if someone else bumped into you." Even though Lucas is blatantly insulting him, Jonathan's smile grows and he starts laughing.
"Clearly the dog should be first!" Jonathan verbally jabs back, having already written Lucas off as being tsundere yet again.
Accepting the nomination, the pup gives one loud, authoritative bark. This leads to Jonathan's laughter intensifying, and both 427 and Lucas join in as well.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 6
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 10
Lucas current GDV: 5.76 (-.01 net change)
Lucas's fame level: 2* (Mostly just local)
Lucas's hero suspicion level: 1* (Only highly paranoid people)
Jonathan kills this chapter: 0
Jonathan total kills: 4
Jonathan deaths this chapter: 0
Jonathan total deaths: 2
Jonathan current GDV: 1.7
Jonathan's fame level: 1.5* (Just local)
Jonathan's hero suspicion level: 1* (Only highly paranoid people)
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Little character theater:
Jonathan, immediately accepting the convoluted apology: Oh! Oh! You're making Mr. Quacks the mascot, right!?
Lucas, fragile ego soothed by not having to make a real apology: Well duh!
A certain super-intelligent pup: Whine. Bark Bark.
427, trying to console the doggo: You're probably going to have a better position than just being a mascot. Frankly, you really would be better suited to lead than Lucas is.
Author, grinning mischievously: You know, it's almost alarming how easily you cheered Jonathan up, Lucas.
Mr. Quacks, pleased with his nomination: Quack!
"All right, enough of that. Seriously though, we need to at least come up with a name, if nothing else. I was lookin' at some existing ones, seems the bar for naming is uh... Pretty low." After speaking just a few words, Lucas has already turned and started walking away from the bathroom. He doesn't even remotely bother to check if Jonathan is actually following or not.Once he makes it to the coffee table, Lucas grabs his laptop and goes over to plop down onto the patched-up sofa. As he settles in, he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table and pats the sofa cushion next to him a few times, encouraging the pup to come up and join him. Instead, he suddenly gains a Jonathan, who ends up picking up the pup to hold on his lap. Once the pupper is in place, he leans over to look at the laptop screen.'Yeah, one day is definite
With everyone turning their attention back on track, they don't make it very far into the list before Jonathan speaks up with a confused voice."Wait... Alliance of Salvation? What... What kind of supervillain team name is that?" While he does a double-take and asks this out loud, he furrows his brows to the point they're practically touching. On the other hand, Lucas bursts out laughing."Right!? I had the same thought when I first saw 'em, so I looked 'em up. Turns out they're mainly a drug cartel, specializin' in some seriously heavy stuff. Like, whatever that dude that was harassing you this morning was on type shit. So yeah, the name weirdly makes sense in context. I'm pretty sure that if their HQ burned down, they'd probably get the entire country high. ...And give everyone cancer or some shit too." As Lucas gives this
Continuing on with laughing their way through the exceedingly long list of supervillain organizations, another F name catches Lucas's eye.'Oh? Floralanche? Heh, sounds like they should be neighbors with Dan.'[They practically are. They're three buildings down the block from Faunahorde. As far as I am aware, the florist shop's owner Nightshade personally tends to the growth of all of the seeds, fruit, and various other vegetation that the miscellaneous inhabitants of Faunahorde consume.]'Oh, hey. They related or something?'[Not as far as I am aware.]'Huh.'"Um... Luca
While Jonathan is still having fun role-playing as a beam of happy sunlight, Lucas resumes scrolling through the absurdly long listing of supervillain organizations.Only a little further into the S section, Lucas bursts out laughing, bringing an abrupt end to Jonathan's LARPing session.As Jonathan's curiosity takes over, he looks at the inciting name, thinking for a brief moment before promptly joining in the laughter."How fuckin' petty do you have to be to name your organization 'Slaying Doom Flock'!? What did the boss of 'Doom Flock' do to you, bro!?" As Lucas manages to say this between bouts of laughter, he slaps his thigh as he leans forward for a moment.[It's a good thing you just got that endurance en
After a blissfully peaceful night of rest, Lucas is annoyed awake by a beam of sunshine sneaking through the gaps in his curtains. Trying to escape the offending daylight, he rolls over to his other side, keeping his eyes tightly shut.As he's trying to fall back asleep, after a few seconds he notices an odd smell. Not particularly strong or offensive, but uniquely different from anything he's woken up to before.Once curiosity overwhelms his desire to attempt catching additional zzz's, he slowly opens his eyes, freezing in place for a moment while his brain catches up to current events.He's instantly reminded that he no longer lives alone perforce of the sight before him. This view being that of a surprisingly large pair of fuzzy dark brown balls about 2 inches away
Once the majority of the contents of the bag have been demolished, Lucas is still slowly eating the last of the extra-crispy home fries with his bare hands.The pup is sprawled out on his stomach, his long spindly front legs awkwardly holding a plain bagel in place as he slowly gnaws on it, more for the sheer sake of chewing on it and not because he has any lingering hunger at this point.Jonathan has already finished eating and has washed his hands free of any lingering bacon grease, though he had notably eaten the most out of the three of them, and by no small margin either.As should be no surprise to anyone, no small amount of home fry crumbs have landed on the cursed patch of carpet. However, with the power of snoot, the dog resolved that issue quickly enough. Jon
Between no longer being punchy from fatigue, as well as becoming desensitized to how awful most of the names are, their continuation of going over the list of supervillain organizations doesn't grab them anywhere near as much as it had last night. There are still the occasional chuckles and bits of snark, but it is half-hearted at best in comparison.The multiple pages of names beginning with Villain, Villains, Violence, and Violent are so numbing that they're all extremely thankful they stopped when they did last night.Starting the W's earns a pause though when the very first entry is 'Wahahaha!' Needless to say, Lucas and Jonathan take turns doing their best evil laugh to try and do the name justice.Not wanting to miss out, Willy gives a warbling howl as well. This
After an alarming amount of time, by 427's current standards at least, of high-intensity buzzing competition, there is still no clear winner. Nearing his breaking point, 427 finally interrupts.[It's great that you are all bonding so well, but we REALLY don't have time for this.]Lucas had been mid-buzz when 427 spoke up and the sudden mechanical voice startles him into fumbling. Willy does not hesitate to consider this a failing on his part, barking at him twice, then turning to look at Jonathan for his turn.'Hey! You could have at least waited until it wasn't my turn, jerk.'[…]'Okay, okay, you're right. Busy day and all that. Meh.
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