With his eyes fixed on the treacherous purse, Lucas swallows nervously.
'It won't be very long before he shows up right? What should I do 427, just immediately grab the bag back and find a way to disarm him, but then let him run off? It's not like I can restrain him and turn him in to the police, they'd probably just laugh me away if I even tried. It doesn't feel like it's enough though...'
[While that would count as a successful GDV task completion, you don't want to let him off that easily do you? I understand you're probably still traumatized from last time, but you don't have to let him go unscathed. Break an arm or two perhaps?]
Lucas's nervous expression falls from his face, instead, his mouth stretches into a sinister smile.
'You know 427, you're really starting to grow on me. Ah, what's more important to a thief than his hands? Ehehe, nothing, that's what.'
[...As long as you're happy. Completing the GDV task without any penalties will increase your GDV by replacing the previously earned amount with the new higher value. As you have probably guessed by now, re-doing a GDV task simply replaces the previously earned value, only new unique GDV tasks will add their full value.]
Looking at the contents of his hands, Lucas frowns slightly.
'Bah, the extra cardboard box made it easier to stack last time, oh well, guess I'm having crushed pizza.'
Setting the beer and garlic knots on top of the pizza box, he shifts his hold so that he's carrying the stack of lunch with just his left hand held over his head. Looking like a waiter with a tray stacked high with food and drink, he gets a few odd glances his way. He leisurely follows the purse-bearing young woman, keeping an eye on the recently arrived thief-to-be.
[There we are. Alert; a new minor GDV task has been assigned. Please prevent this purse-snatching incident. Have fun, just don't completely cripple him or there will be a GDV penalty, albeit not as large as outright murder.]
"Excuse me, pardon me, good samaritan passing through." Lucas says with a snicker as he grabs the thief's hand that is holding the strap of the purse by his wrist, promptly twisting it with an audible crack.
The thief lets out a shrill scream that Lucas finds oddly satisfying. The purse falls out of the now useless hand onto the ground, going completely ignored by Lucas.
The thief turns to the side and backs away from Lucas as best he can to put some space between them, glaring at him with a wary expression mixed with fear and anger. He kicks at Lucas's legs to distract and hopefully trip him, reaching covertly to pull out his knife with his left hand.
'Oh good, that makes getting the knife easier, thanks bro.'
Lucas merely braces himself and is completely unfazed by the kick, actively keeping his eyes locked on the familiar knife. With the thief being the one caught off-guard, Lucas releases his wrist and reaches over to chop down on the lower part of the thief's left arm with the side of his flattened palm and cracks his ulna bone, making a large and painful bruise. The sudden pain makes him release his murderous knife, letting it fall onto the sidewalk with a clatter.
Screaming out in pain, the thief rapidly backs further away while staring at Lucas with pure sheer terror, breathing heavily with shaky breaths. Once he is out of arm's reach he turns and runs away as fast as he possibly can, looking awkward with his useless arm and hand hanging strangely. Lucas makes no effort to pursue him, simply bending over to pick up the knife with a self-satisfied smile. He had managed to elegantly hold the pizza box with friends over his head with his left hand the whole time.
[Congratulations on completing your minor GDV task for a reward of .1 GDV, replacing the previous .05 GDV for a net increase of .05 GDV. I can sense you growing bored with this announcement. An additional reward of .01 for confiscating the weapon was previously rewarded, this value remains unchanged. And you claimed you didn't know what to do.]
Lowering the pending pizza party, Lucas casually sets the knife down next to the beer on top of the pizza box and then turns to look back at the fruits of his labor.
Standing in her original location, the purse's owner is standing with said notorious purse held against her chest with both arms crossed over it. While she is watching Lucas warily, it is nowhere near the levels of fear from the previous cycle. With slow deep breaths, she seems to be waiting for his next action before saying or doing anything, a trace of an unidentifiable expression across her densely freckle-covered face.
"Ah, don't worry, we're good. I uhh, had a bit of a bone to pick with him. Don't mind me." At a bit of a loss as to what to do at this point, Lucas gives her a charismatic smile while trying to assert there is no need to be scared of him. Deeply embedded mannerisms make him feel too awkward simply walking away, regardless of the world he's currently in.
She relaxes her hold on her purse a bit, lowering it down instead of clutching it to her chest, smiling up at him.
"Tha… Thank you. I… I had never seen a supe, um, fight up close before. That was… Um, are you an out-of-town villain? May I… May I have your autograph?" As she manages to stammer this out, her eyes are practically sparkling with hero (villain?) worship.
Lucas freezes awkwardly, his now stiff smile briefly twitching a bit at its left corner.
"Oh uhh, no autographs. Ah, look at the time, my pizza is getting cold, got to go!" Lucas turns and starts awkwardly power walking towards his apartment. His new fangirl watches him with clear disappointment written across her face.
427 bursts out into laughter, the clear sound not having the normal hint of a mechanical tone, making him sound much more like a human speaking through a phone call rather than how he usually sounds like something synthesized.
"Oh um, what's your villain name? I'll buy some of your organization's merchandise!" She calls out before he's gotten very far from her. At a complete loss as to how to respond, Lucas just starts walking faster while trying to ignore her as if he didn't hear anything.
[Congratulations on earning your first fan, you coward.]
427 starts merrily laughing even harder than before. Now Lucas's ears and face are turning red as he breaks out into a full run back home to his apartment. He's just mentally screaming incoherently, amusing 427 even further.
If he had a physical form, 427 would probably be struggling to breathe due to laughing too hard at this point.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 2
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 3
Lucas current GDV: 2.5 (+.05 net change)
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Little character theater:
Lucas, in full awkward freakout mode: What the hell was with her reaction!? AaaaaAAAAHHHHH!!!
427, in the best mood he's been in for decades: [There's never a dull moment with you, hahaha.]
Author, laughing as well: Good job Lucas, you just couldn't make it one day without becoming famous as a supe one way or another. At least this time it was toned down, so no one else knows just how strong you are.
With the flush starting to slowly fade from his face, Lucas slams the door of his apartment shut by leaning back against it heavily. Taking a few deep breaths, he then kicks off his shoes and goes to set the pizza plus partners down on his coffee table. Once his hands are free, he heads back over, re-locking the door. Feeling some semblance of security, he heads into the kitchenette to wash his hands, grabbing the confiscated jagged knife on the way and tossing it into the sink before promptly ceasing to care about it.Returning to the patched-up sofa, now wielding a butter knife, Lucas closes his eyes for a moment in silent directionless prayer before opening the box to see the damage."Nooo, my baby! Look how they massacred my boy." He mourns aloud, witnessing the majority of cheese and sausage being stuck to the lid of the
Lucas spends some time lounging on his patched-up sofa, waiting out the peak of laziness from overeating. With his laptop balanced on his stomach, he pokes about between a few different games, but doesn't really get into any of them.'After everything that's happened recently, I'm completely out of it, sheesh. Also, it feels a bit weird knowing you're always just… Over there listening 427.'[If you're not gonna be relaxing anyway, you could always go out and…]'I am NOT going out grinding minor missions. Bleh, I was always the type to skip unnecessary side quests in RPGs.' Lucas mimes a gagging motion in the middle of the thought in a demonstration.[...Just saying. It may feel li
After a peaceful night spent at home failing to come up with a satisfactory supervillain name for himself, Lucas now sits hunched over a half-eaten bowl of soggy generic store-brand cereal. With a distinctive brown cowlick and his eyes barely open, he sulks down at the offending cereal in a futile attempt at pinning the entirely of the blame for his failure upon it.'This is way harder than I thought it would be. Any other time you could ask me for random villain names and I totally would come up with a bunch, but now that it's for myself I'm just… It doesn't help that there aren't any cool thematic words for simply being stronger than normal.'[Perhaps a change in scenery would help?]'...You really want me to go questin', don't you?'
Upon having decided it has received sufficient affection, the cat gets up and saunters off into the depths of the bodega. With a heavy heart due to the ephemeral nature of feline whims, Lucas goes up to the service bot to diligently buy his candy bar and goes to leave while stuffing his face with chocolatey goodness.[...It seems your newly gained son has gotten into trouble again.]'Ahh, the burdens of being a young single father. Did he finally piss himself?'[Not yet, at least. Alert; a new minor GDV task has been assigned. Please prevent the armed dispute in front of the convenience store. Seems the drug deal left one of the parties involved unsatisfied.]Holding the remainder of the chocolate bar w
As Lucas does his best to ignore his underaged stalker, he makes it to about half a block away from his apartment building before finally having enough of it. Abruptly stopping, he suddenly spins around to try and catch the young teen in the act. Before Lucas's eyes have a chance to completely focus on the familiar too-large black jacket and baseball cap, there's suddenly a blur and he's gone.'Woah what?'[Oh, that's how he was able to keep up with your pace. Seems he's in his early developmental stages for super speed. He does look like he's about the right age for your average naturally occurring enhanced individual.]'Uhhh, then doesn't that mean that messing with him was actually like, really dangerous? Wait, what the hell did he need my help for then
Lucas stares down at the switchblade peacefully resting on his coffee table in front of him, uncertain as to whether he should laugh or cry. Still not directly responding to Jonathan yet, he grabs the knife and hits the button to spring it open, manually closing it and repeating this action a few more times before tossing it back to Jonathan in a closed state. Before finally starting to speak up, Lucas can't help giving a small sigh."Why give it to me? It doesn't do me any good, you need it more than me. And you're welcome, brat." Sinking back into the sofa again, Lucas re-crosses his arms and can't help sighing yet again before continuing. "Yes, I'm a strength supe, you're one of a very short list of people that are aware of the fact. Before you even ask, I've only recently gotten my powers and as you may have guessed I don't have complete control over it yet, though it seems I've
With a pale blue jersey-knit shirt and a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants folded neatly beside him, Lucas sits on the edge of his bed, facing his dresser while rubbing his face with both hands.'What the hell has been with yesterday and today? Ugh. I think I have some new socks still in the packaging, really need to take him shopping for everything else though. Uhhh, how expensive would a small new wardrobe be? Shit, need to go grocery shopping too... Don't tell me one day after becoming a so-called hero I'm gonna have to go steal shit to be able to take care of some random-ass homeless kid?'[Ah, actually, the request for financial assistance went through, I didn't really have any good opportunities to bring it up in the time ever since it was processed. I recently submitted an additional request for assistance su
As he waits for Jonathan to finish up in the bathroom, Lucas scoots forward and refreshes the bank account's website again. Somehow, it is still the same unbelievable amount, the reality of this is finally starting to sink in a little bit into Lucas's mind.While Lucas continues to openly stare at the screen, Jonathan opens up the bathroom door and comes out dressed in the soft pale blue tee and gray sweatpants with a towel draped over his shoulders. Holding up an end of the towel with one hand, he's still drying his hair. With an expression of hesitant worry across his face, Jonathan looks around a bit before seeing Lucas watching him with a raised eyebrow from the patched-up sofa.Jonathan flashes a cheerful smile once he makes eye contact with Lucas, practically skipping over towards him. Lucas can't help barking out a sho
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