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 like an insignificant amount but it really adds up.]
'So, is getting a good score on a minor quest always gonna be .1?'
[As a base value yes, there are both positive and negative potential modifiers though. If you do one extra minor mission a day that'll be an extra enhancement roughly every 2 months.]
'...I guess compared to working out the normal way that's a pretty good rate of gains vs its daily effort. Still though, ugh. Wait, even just doing 1 minor a day it'd take like… 7 years to get how much GDV your last guy had right? Are you trying to overwork me!?'
[There are significantly more minor GDV tasks available for you than there were previously. There are orders of magnitude more instances of them being triggered in the first place, and you also have no competition. About 15 years ago, a would-be hero would have to actively patrol the area to see a single minor GDV task in a week. While multiple heroes can complete the same task together, if the task didn't require it they will often end up with less GDV each than if just one had gone and done it alone. Of course, heroes would often patrol with their sidekicks, but otherwise, areas would be more or less divided into zones with one hero per zone.]
'Oh. I guess that makes sense.'
Absentmindedly shutting off the laptop, he slides it over onto the coffee table and then drags himself upright to address the flavorful floor.
'Great, I'm gonna have a pink spot on the carpet now, aren't I?'
[...You should have cleaned it sooner.]
Lucas wrinkles his nose in distaste, making his stance on the matter clear. Using up a few paper towels in the process of cleaning the bulk of cheesy pizza sauce residue off the carpet, he balls them up and tosses them at the same garbage can as before. Miss, miss, oh look, a hit.
[How are you so bad at this?]
'Shut up, I was better coordinated before. I probably should practice my aim now though, huh?'
[Apparently. Oh, I have news you… Might not want to hear.]
Leaving a foamy carpet cleaner to soak and hopefully combat the mighty prowess of tomato stains, Lucas gets up to collect the remnants of his trash accuracy and put everything away, excluding the roll of paper towels.
'Eh, what's up? Don't get me curious like that and leave me hanging.'
[Ahem. Alert; a new imperative GDV task has been assigned. Please prevent the complete destruction of this planet in approximately 5 years' time. Data is currently limited, the time span is based on current calculations. The exact cause is still unknown.]
'You what mate? You're kidding me, right? You need to work on your sense of humor, that's not very funny.'
[...I wouldn't joke about a GDV task…]
'Fuck. Just… fuck.'
[...To prevent being forcibly separated from the Superhero Enhancement System, it is highly advised for you to keep your identity as a hero secret. Please increase your GDV sufficiently to complete the urgent GDV task.]
Standing in place motionless, Lucas slowly blinks a few times while thinking.
'Didn't I already blow my cover with that fangirl?'
[That only exposed your identity as a person with super strength. Noone first assumes someone is a hero any longer, however, excessive public-facing good deeds without a cover will inevitably arouse suspicion.]
'Wait, are you telling me to be a good villain!? What the hell!? Wouldn't I lose the points I previously earned when doing villainous shit to keep up the disguise?'
By now his eyebrows are furrowed deeply and he's begun pacing back and forth between the kitchenette and living room, mentally scrambling for ideas on how to make this work.
[We could try to plan your… PR actions in advance, taking into account appearances versus their actual GDV cost. Posturing and language would probably be sufficient for a majority of the time, such as with your first minor GDV task with the old woman. If you don't mind the image of being a bit… Incompetent, you could fumble right before actually executing actions that would result in a GDV loss, minimizing actual numerical changes.]
Flinching when 427 proposed the idea of intentional ineptitude, Lucas flops back down onto the abused sofa again.
'As much as I hate it, that's probably our best bet. I at least get to pick out a cool supervillain name though, right!? So many of them are… Meh. Oh, I need a webpage if I'm gonna try and be public right? Should I wait until I get caught a few more times in action or try to control PR in advance… Ugh, who am I kidding, definitely need to try and guide my image in advance.'
Feeling a burst of motivation, Lucas sits up and goes to grab the laptop, directly stepping in the earnestly soaking carpet cleaning foam as soon as he lowers his right foot.
"Oh, come on!" Feeling betrayed by the entire universe, Lucas jerks his foot back up and scowls at the distinct footprint he left behind in the foam.
[Well, that's a good start for your new public image as an ineffective villain, good job.]
'Fuck you.'
Lucas has earned another round of laughter from 427, much to his dismay.
'Maybe it wasn't so bad having you talk like an emotionless robot, jerk.'
[Too late. In just one day's worth of time, you've already undone years of Maynard being as witty and conversational as a brick. There's no one to blame but yourself.]
Rolling his eyes while wiping up the poor hard-working foam, Lucas's face pales when imagining what it would be like spending 16 years straight exclusively communicating with someone like that.
'Wait, oh my god that would be awful... You're exaggerating, right?'
[...Conflict resolution was to simply punch it. If that didn't work, punch again. Still an issue? How about a kick? Still standing? Guess it's time to use something as a weapon now. Not done? Go find someone else to think it through. My IQ probably dropped from association. He was a legitimately good person, but absolutely dull company. I'm not entirely sure why he was as wildly popular as he was, his interviews were just as droll. Although, I was probably biased given how much I was just utterly bored with him.]
'I'm so sorry. I'd probably become a numb-ass robot too.'
[...Excuse you.]
With a grin and a chuckle, Lucas gets up to wander off in pursuit of not carpet cleaner enhanced socks. He cheated a bit by getting closer to the trash can before tossing it, but at least he got the used-up paper towels in the garbage can instead of next to it this time.
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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
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Little character theater:
Lucas, getting a bit excited about his future career as a villain: Oh man, I want to have the coolest supervillain name ever.
427, mildly alarmed: [...You seem to be perfectly content with the idea of being a villain?]
Author, worried about Lucas getting his hopes up too high: Don't jinx yourself Lucas, no matter what you come up with, it comes down to what everyone else decides to go with.
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
After they've finished cleaning up post-meal, Jonathan sheepishly admits he'd prefer for Lucas to stay home while he naps and wait for him to go out shopping. He expresses how it would be too awkward for him to wake up alone in someone else's apartment, in far too many nervous words. Consenting to his request, Lucas ends up lounging on the sofa, doing some research on his laptop computer while Jonathan burrows into his bed and immediately passes out like the sleep-deprived child he is.Leaving a few tabs open with a couple of different recipes for dishes he's considering making for dinner tonight, Lucas ends up sifting through 2-3 bedroom apartment listings in the general vicinity.'I know I try to be easygoing when I can get away with it, but getting this comfortable with the idea of living with a complete stranger so qu
Once they've both settled in on the patched-up sofa, Lucas goes over the mess of tabs he left open in his web browser with Jonathan while talking about his thoughts for their itinerary planned for today and tomorrow. Jonathan provides aggressive support for all recipes displayed, with the roast pork even earning active drool.However, when going over apartments, Jonathan starts expressing reluctance when Lucas indicates he should pick a place out for himself."Oh, it's just. Um, could we, um, for at least a little while… I mean, I should at least learn to cook first? I know not forever, but, um, c-could you at least help me get my bearings a bit b-before I'm on my own?" As Jonathan manages to somehow vaguely hint at his request, he reverts into fidget mode. He turns his head away to the side, not looking at Lucas nor t
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