Fortune... Huh. One of the local hero-mentors at the academy is very fond of coming up with pretty good names. Randomness is the basis of the power that belonged to this girl, and therefore, now to me. She randomly summons items, and I feel like this ability was worse before. After all, my enhancement has improved its capabilities, and I will need to study them better.Jess Morgan is now the name I will bear while in this body. It's a pity for the girl, I somehow took her place in some unknown way.Glancing again at the thin body of the girl in the reflection of the mirror, I decided to get dressed after all. Pushing a couple of drawers aside and opening the closet door, I froze a little from what I saw inside. There were almost no clothes. Only old frayed sweaters with stretched sleeves and patches, a couple of tattered plaid shirts, blue jeans, and one dress, also had an empty hanger next to him. Looking at her, I immediately realized that there hung the blue dress in which she was
“You may not like it, but we will need to stick together,” she said in a slightly guilty tone. “We will huddle together in your little apartment.At this point, I raised my eyebrows in surprise. For some reason, everything turned out the way I wanted it to. If she stays with me, then I will have access to the information that is so necessary.- Why?"Do you know why they did this to you?"I shook my head from side to side, I really didn’t know this, and I didn’t even have any guesses. For me, all these events flew by somehow fleetingly and very vaguely, all because of the huge blood loss, the consequences of which I now do not even feel. Still, for me, as a hero with vast experience in fighting evil, experiencing something like spitting into a huge ocean, nothing will change and the ripples from this incident will disappear as quickly as they appeared.“That's the whole trouble, it seems to me... no, I'm sure that you weren't chosen by chance,” Violetta said in a serious tone, “Think
Is it always this noisy in here?My question was drowned in a cacophony of country music performed in a modern way with an admixture of some tearful pop filled with sad bravado about the injustice of life.Vee, who sat across from me on a semi-circular sofa that surrounded a low lacquered table with a lot of inscriptions and phone numbers carved into it, placed two bottles of beer and a couple of small bowls of peanuts on its surface.She only replied with a short smile, and then pointed to her ears. Her lips moved, saying "I can't hear you because of the damn music" and that's it. On this, our communication ended before it began. Although we didn’t need to communicate much in order to somehow begin to understand each other. At the moment, we have come to this bar filled and soaked with dirt, to wait for those who will convince me of something.All week Vee and I lived in my tiny apartment. They lived together and harmoniously. She helped me settle in, went shopping and cooked until I
Hearing my question, V thought. She looked around the crowd at the bar, then looked at the guy who had already stopped showing me signs of attention, and then said:- You can even become a villain, the main thing is to do it the way you want, and not the way you should!But if you need to save a person...- So what? Your life is more valuable to you than anyone else. If you want to save someone, do it; if not, don't. Everything is simple.Her words were indeed simple, but they were fundamentally different from my views. The hero must always save people, this is his duty.But I'm not a hero anymore...Do I need to hold on to the past? Maybe you should let him go?Not! You can't do this! I just can't leave things as they are! Let the traitors think they got away with everything. They not only hit me in the back, but it turns out they were holding me for an idiot. They did their business behind my back, and they used me as some kind of chain dog. I was so blind and stupid.But how can I
Here, after a short time, I stand in front of the doors of the superhero academy and look at my own reflection reflecting my expression of complete confusion and uncertainty frozen on my face.What should I do there? Am I doing the right thing? Why become a hero again?In addition, there was something pleasant in the reflection.Vee did such a good job on my new look that I really liked it myself. Hair cut in a bob style, if I'm not mistaken so Vee told me, and dyed dark green with some ashy hues. A brand new red shirt with rolled up sleeves, emphasizing a thin waist, tight jeans and sneakers. Crazy simple outfit, but I like it. I don't feel as uncomfortable in it as if I were wearing a dress or shoes. And here is comfort and coziness. I also have a brand new hoodie a couple of sizes larger on my belt.I really like my new image, sometimes, without realizing it, I hang at the mirror, starting to admire the beautiful girl in front of me. During all this time of my stay at home, I ate,
- Well, I, in general ... hand-to-hand combat, not everyone, after all ...What he's trying to say is that melee combat isn't really needed for heroes with ranged abilities.Here the girl intervened, she measured the guy with a pitiful look, and then grunted disapprovingly, from which he turned purple.“You should thank this young lady for helping you,” the woman said. “And the youngest lady herself, you need to learn not to interfere in someone else's conversation until she is asked. In extreme cases, you could raise your hand.She is strict. Even stricter than Barret, who relied more on army training. There you just need to insult and shout as loudly as possible, so that the soldier could not hear his own rebellious thoughts full of common sense and rationality. Yolanda, in turn, really looks like she came out of the school for noble maidens, where she was the headmaster.But what are the "ranged" type abilities? It turns out there is a "neighbor"? Of course, I understand what they
- Next? Yolanda's voice boomed.The next girl was the one who interrupted the conversation between Ted and the mentor. A dark-skinned beauty with a curvaceous figure in the right places. Round hips, large breasts covered in cloth. The hair is braided into dreadlocks dyed ashy. Everything looked very beautiful and attractive, the girl perfectly emphasized her own merits.“Rene Tenner,” Yolanda read the name on the list, “Weakly expressed telekinetic abilities, intelligence is above normal.“Hmm, Marcus, come on,” Barret said thoughtfully, stepping aside to make room for another mentor.The man immediately took his place and approached Rene, who began to noticeably get nervous."Don't worry, it's just that I'm more versed in such psychokinetic matters," he said in a soothing tone. "The main thing for us is to appreciate your abilities." All this for your future.- Truth? the girl asked with slight disbelief."Show us your strength and we'll find the perfect training method for you befor
A few days ago...Grinn is listening!“Get your ass up and drag it to the address that they will send you,” an annoyed voice of the police captain rang out, “There is a case for you.- Which? I try to open my eyes.My head hurts from a hangover, I want to throw my damn phone out the open window.“You are a detective and I am a police captain, if I say that you need to get your dog's ass up and come to the place of investigation, then you do it!” That's an order!If this old senile is screaming, then things are getting pretty bad. The captain never passes cases to me in a calm tone, ready to snatch from the day off as soon as his adorable guys sit in a puddle and cannot solve the case. Fucking trash.“I can send you to hell, and nothing will happen to me,” I turn over on my back, looking at the ceiling, opening my eyes, “And you will have to blush in front of the controls ...Sticky plaster, a lot of cracks, and it seems that moisture is gathering in the corner. These eternal rains o