"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 definitely not enough time to get used to him zippin' around... Hell, I might never get used to it.'
[I'm sure you will eventually.]
Lucas clears his throat loudly, attempting to cover up the fact that he was briefly startled by Jonathan's sudden appearance. Since Jonathan was already focused on the laptop, he is more or less successful in his attempted deceit.
"Ahem, well. Anyway, as I was sayin', some of the names are fairly ridiculous, so I don't think we need to worry about standing out TOO much no matter what we go with." As Lucas continues speaking, he goes to start scrolling through the lengthy worldwide public listing of supervillain organizations. A few names down, he suddenly thinks of something.
"Oh yeah, can you read buddy? We can say the names out loud if you need us to." As Lucas turns his attention down to the doggo curled up on Jonathan's lap, who is also looking at the laptop screen intently, he gets a short, proud, bark in response.
"Such a smart boy!" As Lucas freely gives praise, he gives the pup a few ear rubs.
Now it is Jonathan's turn to clear his throat loudly to hide a negative emotion, namely in his case, jealousy over a certain dog being praised.
"Um, an-anyway, do you have any ideas? Hey!" After Jonathan stutters for the umpteenth time, Lucas elbows him, pushing him a few inches thanks to the force behind it.
"Seriously, what are you so nervous about? It seems like any time you're either focused or distracted enough you don't stutter, so I'm pretty sure you don't have any sort of disorder, yeah? So what's up?" As Lucas shifts his attention away from putting any more immediate effort towards naming the organization, he crosses his arms and leans back, sinking into the backrest of the sofa a bit.
"Huh? When... When else..?" As Jonathan looks at Lucas in confusion, Lucas uses his eyes to signal in the direction of the studious pup that is diligently reading over the names of supervillain organizations on screen. Jonathan remains confused for a few seconds and then a look of realization takes over his face, with a trace of horror.
"Oh-Ohhh... Well, um, anyway, I don't, I don't know. It's just... I don't know..." As Jonathan's stammering gets even worse, he has started nervously fidgeting and twining his fingers together, his gaze firmly fixed downward.
When the pupper notices Jonathan's anxious behavior, he circles around so as to be directly facing him. He lets out a soft whimper and nudges Jonathan's chin with his narrow snoot briefly, then gives an attempt at a comforting lick.
'...Just how awful were his parents to make him like this?'
[I don't exactly have the means to casually look up who they even are, let alone how they've treated him over the years. I agree that there is a high probability that one if not both of his parents were abusive, though. I do believe I've mentioned before that it is not uncommon for unpowered parents to kick out their children when they show signs of developing powers. However, it generally was an already toxic relationship to begin with when that is the course of action they choose to take.]
'Yeah, no shit. Fuck, I don't think I've ever hated a complete stranger so much before.'
Lucas purses his lips for a moment while he tries balancing out his emotions.
'Honestly, I grew up as an only kid and had a fairly average, ehh, I guess kinda distant, relationship with my folks. I'm frankly at a loss as to what I should do right now? Jon obviously needs a hug or something, yeah?'
[...A hug would probably be a good idea. I'll make no claims about being an expert on interpersonal relationships, but it seems pretty clear he needs comforting.]
Lucas heaves a slightly exaggerated sigh and then reaches out with his left arm. Placing it around Jonathan's shoulders, he pulls him in for an awkward half-hug.
"Seriously kid, you'd have to fuck up pretty bad to make me kick you out. This is your home as long as you want it to be, you can just relax already." As Lucas gives the most tsundere platonic comfort he possibly could, it proves rather successful, though by no means due to any skill on Lucas's part.
Jonathan makes a brief choking sound, and then while he's wrapping his arms around the dog on his lap he gives a small nod. He bites his lower lip for a moment, stays frozen in place for a few seconds more, then slowly begins curling up against Lucas's chest. Once he's reached his final position, the side of his forehead is resting just below Lucas's collarbone while he leans heavily against him.
The pup pulls his head up and gives a very direct stare in Lucas's direction, who takes a moment to try to guess why.
"Eh? Of course, that goes for you too, buddy." When Lucas says this, the fuzzy good boi starts wagging his tail and goes in for maximum cuddles.
The human-shaped good boi makes a sound that could either be a chuckle or a sob, Lucas has no idea which. Jonathan himself probably doesn't know either.
'Is that seriously all it took to make him cry? Shit, don't make fun of him for crying, don't make fun of him for crying, don't make fun of him for crying...'
[Oh? Ah, so remember that... Hmm, what did you call it... Ah yes, quest chain? To incentivize Jonathan away from growing into a cold-blooded murderer? It seems you have triggered another step of it.]
'Oho? Wasn't it a ton of points too?'
[I wouldn't say 'ton' but congratulations on completing your moderate GDV task for a reward of 1.5 GDV, same bonus modifiers as last time of; prompt completion, exceeding requirements, and overwhelming goodwill from the target.]
'Niiice. Wait, why is it still ongoing though? You'd think it should have finished when he became part of the system?'
[...It seems he still is carrying a significant amount of emotional baggage. Or was, no way of saying for sure if this is what it took to clear? I'm skeptical that it was that simple though. It's a bit of a shame that Boss System doesn't have the means to similarly gauge animals, I imagine you would have received similar GDV rewards from your canine friend as well.]
'Yeah, seriously.'
After letting Jonathan have a few minutes of quietly consented cuddles, Lucas eventually feels that time is up. He lightly squeezes Jonathan's left shoulder and shakes him a little bit.
"Feelin' better there kiddo?" With Lucas's nudging, Jonathan realizes what he was just doing and quickly sits bolt upright again, although he is still hugging the dog. Lucas is about seventy percent successful in suppressing his laughter, and he can watch in real-time as the tips of Jonathan's ears turn red. "Heh, it's fine, really. I get it."
'Yeah no, I don't really get it. But I'm pretty damn sure that that's the right thing to say just now.'
[...I concur.]
Jonathan sniffles once and nods his head slightly, still not saying anything while he remains hunched over the mutt. It is extremely likely that his voice would crack if he were to talk right now, and he's already feeling self-conscious about it before it even happens.
"You wanna get some sleep first, or should we look at names for a little while?" While Lucas asks Jonathan what he wants to do, he pushes him gently, making him rock to the side before sitting upright again.
'Hehehe he's like a roly-poly toy.'
[...]
"Oh, um... Now is fine... For thinking of names..." And there it is, Jonathan's voice cracks while he says 'fine'. Lucas even manages to keep quiet without laughing, he really does have a conscience. If only he'd continue using it in regards to poor Jonathan.
Jonathan's shoulders tense up after his throat betrayed him, but after a few moments of not getting teased for it, he finally relaxes. He sniffles one more time and rubs his face with his right hand, getting a few dog hairs stuck in the half-dried tears on his cheeks.
Once he's mostly composed himself, Jonathan clears his throat and then straightens his back, turning slightly so as to be facing Lucas's laptop.
"Yeah, okay. Let's look." Jonathan manages to have the firmest resolve in his voice that he's had all day.
Lucas can't help chuckling a bit as he gently pats Jonathan's back twice, then turns his attention back to the matter of naming their supervillain organization.
[Honestly, I do believe you handled that surprisingly well.]
'Damn right I did, I'm the best.'
[…]
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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: 7.27 (+1.5 +.01 = +1.51 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: 1.71 (+.01 net change)
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, feeling extremely embarrassed yet also thankful, trying his absolute hardest not to show any of it: Should we pick a cool name or a funny name?
Lucas, nearly biting his tongue off while trying not to make fun of Jonathan right now: I dunno, whatcha think would be better?
An equally emotional super-intelligent pup: Bark!
427, currently regretting complimenting Lucas: How can this man be so arrogant?
Author, cheering: Hurrah for found family!
Mr. Quacks, happy for Jonathan but feeling a little left out: Quack..?
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.
When Lucas is about halfway through unlocking the series of two barrel-bolts and four locks, he pauses in the middle of his actions and looks down at Willy waiting patiently by his feet."Hey, wanna show Dan, er Black Ash Snow his lookalike?" Lucas asks the pup with a huge mischievous grin spread across his face.Willy promptly gives a single, excited, bark. After voicing his opinion, he dashes off to fetch it himself."Oh! Um, since it's right there, should we bring all three?" As Jonathan makes his timid recommendation, he gets a bark that is clearly a question based on its tone in response."Yeah, they're just across the street from each other." Lucas answers on Jonathan's behalf, and there is another enthusi
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