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A Novel Approach (Worm Libriomancer system- Gamer lite OC) by MalcolmTent6730

Books » Worm Rated: M, English, OC, Words: 232k+, Favs: 743, Follows: 884, Published: Jul 25, 2024 Updated: 3h ago

223Chapter 5

January 16th, 2011 Ellington Hotel, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 6:00 PM EST -SP:8600

After another seven or eight hours of raucous fucking, I'd had to shower thoroughly before meeting up with Kim for an agreed upon date. She'd been volunteering for most of today, but once she got off she insisted we spend some time together.

We ended up meeting at Fugly Bob's and I arrived about fifteen minutes early for our rendezvous, so I headed up to the counter to order.

One of the things I thought was amazing about Kim was how comfortable she was with me. Outside the brief moments she spent inside her own head about our relationship, she pretty much never worried about image or propriety. One of the big examples of that was how much she ate when we went out, which was to say almost as much as I did.

Between her serum enhanced metabolism and working out, she could really pack it away, and it always gave me some pleasure to order a pair of challengers, the giant burger that you could get for free if you finished it.

The manager came out to process my card, glaring the whole time because we'd ordered it before, and he knew we could finish it. Sadly for him, there was no limit on the number of times someone could take the challenge, and they were reticent to change the rules because it was heavily associated with their brand.

"Wow." Said an impressed voice from behind me. "I didn't know you could even get two of those at once."

I turned, surprised to find Vicky, Amy, and a couple people I didn't know standing behind me. I grinned at the girls. "One is for me and one is for Kim. Even I have my limits. It's good to see you Vicky, introduce me to your friends?"

"Oh! Right, sorry." She gestured to the tall blonde guy with an arm around her. "This is my boyfriend Dean, our friends Missy, Carlos, Dennis, and Chris. And of course you know Amy. Everyone, this is Simon Collins, that friend of Amy's from her volunteer work I told you about."

I smiled and waved, but before I could speak I heard an enthusiastic squeal of "Amy? Oh my god it's so nice to see you." The perpetually disaffected redheaded healer turned bright red as my enthusiastic girlfriend all but tackled her in a hug, picking her up and squeezing her tightly.

After setting her down, Kim slipped under my arm, going up on tiptoe to give me a peck on the cheek. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was so the drama."

"No big." I said with a shrug. "Was just saying hi to Amy and her sister. I got our food already."

"Perfect." She almost moaned. "I'm totally starving. Did you get me a diet coke to go with the burger?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, dear. I made sure the soda you're going to eat alongside the five thousand calorie grease soaked mountain of beef, bread, and cheese was diet. I know you have to watch your figure."

Kim glared at me, bumping me with her hip, but I saw a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips as we took our food and headed over to the nearest table. The rest of Vicky's crew sat down at the table with us after getting their own food, and Kim and Amy started chatting about work. Before they could get too into the discussion though, there was a low rumble from outside.

Every person at the table looked up in suspicion. "Did you hear that?" Asked Kim.

Vicky nodded. "Yeah, stay here. I'll go check it out." She stood up, bolting for the door, which she yanked open, and stepped out only to freeze as what I only barely recognized as a fucking red turtle shell with a white border sailed out of nowhere and smashed into her, bouncing off and skidding away down the street.

We all blinked, and her face hardened. She floated up off the ground to get a better look and Dean frowned at the roads outside where we could hear screaming. "That was a shell from Mario." He said unhappily. "It's one of the biggest video games on Aleph. Only one place that could be coming from."

Sure enough, two minutes later Vicky floated back down and stormed into the restaurant. "Uber and Leet." She spat furiously. "There are about a dozen shells, and a bunch of weird skeletons, and the two of them are floating around on a cloud with a camera on a fishing pole. THey're wearing weird colored hats and overalls."

Dean nodded. "Mario. We-" He paused and looked at us. "I mean, you and Amy should head out to meet up with your family. The rest of us will go our separate ways and lay low. It feels safer if we don't provide a single target." He shot a worried look at me and Kim.

It was pretty obvious given the company that Dean was probably a cape, but unlike the Dallons he couldn't say that. I felt Kim's hand clamp down on mine though, and I knew she felt the same way.

She needed to help, and honestly I felt the same. I was here with my girlfriend, which meant Nightfall was here. My hero identity might be nascent, but if I wanted him to mean anything I needed to help the people I could already hear screaming. Where Vagabond was all play and no work, I wanted Nightfall to balance the scales, and that meant being there when people were in trouble.

We all made excuses, and Kim and I hurried away, taking refuge in a bathroom. "You have your costume on you?" I asked quietly. When she nodded I gestured her toward an empty stall, then slipped into another, drawing my book from a pocket. I read out my Nightfall costume, slipping on my mask and drawing my plasma pistol again.

It felt amazing, honestly. Having ranged capabilities again. With my boots I was even more prepared, given what I knew about Mario. When we stepped out of our stalls. I nodded at her outfit. "Man, can't believe you fit the tac vest in your backpack. I'm going to try to harry the idiots with the camera, you get the civilians out of harms way, alright?"

She growled in frustration. "But what am I supposed to do if one of the skeletons tries to stop me. Or I get blocked by a shell?"

Considering it for a minute, I sighed and flipped my pistol in my hand, offering it to her. "Here, use this. I have other tools. Just be careful, and don't fire that at anyone who isn't a serious brute. Environmental damage and shock shots only. It's not something you want to fuck around with."

Staring at the device for a second, she sighed, nodding. "Alright. I don't really like guns, but the skeletons are like…robots or something, so they should be fine. But you won't have any ranged attacks, so be careful alright." She pulled up her mask, leaning forward to press her lips to mine, then pulled back, a fierce expression of pride in her eyes. "We can do this, Simon."

I pulled her hard against me, kissing her a bit more deeply, and I MIGHT have grabbed a handful of toned cheerleader booty. If called on it I'd have claimed to be high on adrenaline, but despite a slight stiffening, she relaxed into the kiss, allowing the grope.

When she pulled back she was blushing so hard I could see it through the mask around the edges. "Well…that was…nice. Maybe we can do that more. Later. If you come out of this unhurt."

"Are you bribing me to be careful with butt touches?" I asked with a laugh. When she went to protest I held up a hand. "I'm totally cool with it by the way, I just wanted to check."

With a quick wave, I was out the door, taking long loping strides through the restaurant and toward the door. It was barely any time at all before I emerged from the building out into the chaotic street, noting all the screaming people with worry.

My eyes scanned the sparsely occupied road, with most of the people having already run away, and locked onto my first target.

Arms snapping up, I kicked off the ground toward a corner of a building, sending my body hurtling through the air, when my feet hit the wall I pushed up and off, my bat cape catching the air and sending me sailing across the space between me and the trajectory of one of the shells.

When I was on the right course, I closed my arms, sending me hurtling through the air like a harpoon as I descended at an angle. Flipping midair, I landed feet first without any real fall damage on the flying green shell. To my delight, the massive construct froze in place, and I hopped down easily enough.

I scanned the scene, finding an open direction where another shell was chasing a crowd of screaming people, and I hauled back and kicked my green one toward it.

The huge green shell blurred across the distance, smashing into the red one and just…vanished. They flipped over as soon as they made contact and just dissolved.

"Hey!" Shouted the enraged voice of one of the men I'd just spotted up on the cloud. He was wearing a red plumber's hat. "What the fuck, dude? Who are you? And why are you trying to ruin our game?"

The green hatted guy, who I was pretty sure was Uber, hoisted something over his shoulder. It took a second to recognize the giant ass mallet. "Leet. Load me up in the cannon!"

The red hat guy nodded, pulling out a small cannon on wheels. Uber climbed into it, and Leet fired the thing, sending his hammer wielding friend (who was way too big to fit into that thing naturally) flying across the intervening space towards me.

Around us, I could see more capes arriving. Vicky tanking shells while Amy tried to fix sprains and broken limbs. The wards, Gallant, Triumph, Clockblocker, Kid Win, and Vista, were all intervening against the scores of skeletons and attacking the cloud directly. There was plenty of backup, but it left me dealing with MC Hammer on my own.

I cracked my neck, excited to fight my first villain out in the open in front of everyone. I waited until he landed, shot at an arc that somehow let him land safely.

"You're dead, edgelord." Sneered the taller man menacingly. "We can't do much to the wards, but we're not some punk ass bitches you can use to establish your rep. I'm going to smash you into a meat pancake."

He roared and charged, hammer coming down overhead to smash into me. A quick sidestep with my boots sent me blurring out of the way as the hammer cratered the ground, and another tap of my feet, had me perched atop the still buried weapon and pushing off to bring my knee up right at Uber's face.

Squawking, the villain stumbled back out of the way to avoid the blow, managing to hold onto the hammer. A flick of my bat cape caught the air and let me swerve aside as the hammer swung through the space I'd just occupied, and I kicked off it as it retreated, sending me across the street at speed.

I flipped midair, landing against the building on a crouch and landing gracefully as the hammer wielding rogue glared at me. "Will you stand still?" He snapped angrily.

"Make me, bitch." I said with a shrug. He roared in outrage and charged again, and I bounced nimbly on my toes, putting basically no energy into it so I didn't go flying. The fight was just getting started, and I was already loving it.

January 16th, 2011 Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 7:00 PM EST -SP:8800

There was a fight going. Or rather, about a dozen fights going. Several wards and Kim vs. and army of skeleton…things (they weren't turtles) and Leet, who had pulled out some kind of fire based powerup that turned his hat white and his overalls red and was literally chucking fireballs into the crowd from his surprisingly nimble crowd.

And then there was me, fighting Uber all by my lonesome, barely dodging the surprisingly mobile hammer that whistled past my face as the shockingly competent Uber tried to smash me into Nightfall paste with it.

Lucky for him, I had an advantage. Between the boots and the serum, I was at about Brute 3 in terms of speed, and Uber was just a regular human (albeit one at peak condition and with an absurd level of skill).

The extremely light hammer was making up a lot of the different, however, and I was starting to run into serious problems.

"Why won't you DIE?" Screamed the green clad villain as he swung his hammer like a madman, desperately trying to kill me. I had no idea what I'd done to offend him so much, but apparently he'd decided my death was at the top of his christmas list this year, joy.

I was getting tired. Like…absurdly tired. My dodges were mostly using the boots and as little energy as possible, but my reflexes could only do so much. I didn't have any real skills besides the basic martial arts Kim had been teaching me, and those hadn't been geared toward defense, really.

I scrambled through my head for an idea of how to get out of this. I could theoretically read something out, but I didn't have any books on me, which left me with only shit I already had as options. The monkeys could help, but they would also cause more trouble than they were worth. Lucky was mostly out for the same reason, since I had to keep my identities separate.

Which left…my mind froze (though luckily my body still worked fine) and I grinned a vicious grin under my mask. I did have something I could use. Something I'd been holding onto for a while that wasn't really doing me much good.

Shifting my position slightly, I started to circle around Uber, still dodging his attacks. Once I had my back to a nearby alley, I waited in place, trying to get the timing perfect. I dodged three swings, until finally, he tried an uppercut blow. I bounced back onto my hands, bringing my feet up, and planted my boots on the flat head of the hammer.

The magic of the boots negated impact damage to my feet, but it wasn't sophisticated. It couldn't tell what was a fall and what wasn't, so when the hammer hit the boots, the magic activated and completely dispersed the negative effects on my body. Pushing off with my hands I let the swing follow through, and with a mighty heave of my bent legs, followed it as I pushed off, using both my own absurd jumping power and the hammer's impact to rocket myself straight up on an arc toward…you guessed it, Leet's stupid ass cloud camera thing.

It was pretty fucking awesome, seeing the shock painted across Vicky's face when I came hurtling up toward Leet like a literal bat out of hell, leading with my knee. He was facing away from me, hurling fireballs at the wards, and didn't even see me coming as my knee smashed into his spine, sending him pitching forward off the cloud.

Vicky dove, and I landed smack dab on the cloud, too high for anyone to notice me. I slipped a hand in my pocket, came out with the book, and read a quick passage, stashing the thing inside and then putting it away before I could even see the point gains.

Before I could fall much, I triggered my cloak's special ability, shapeshifting into an actual fucking bat, and flapped my way over to the nearest empty building ledge before anyone could spot me up where the tinkertech vehicle had been. Most of them would probably assume the thing vanished when Leet went flying, and if he claimed someone stole it they wouldn't believe him anyway, so it was safe enough to grab.

Honestly, it was probably a reckless thing to do…but I couldn't resist. I was at eighty eight hundred points. If that thing was C-rank, like I suspected, that would net me another thousand, and I was about to tick over into eighty nine hundred, meaning one more thousand would get me to ten thousand combined with that boost.

I was so caught up in the excitement, I completely missed the small form on a fucking HOVERBOARD drifting up in front of me, just off the side of the building. I'd resumed human form, and the power suit wearing tinker was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"That was SO AWESOME!" Bellowed Kid Win. "You turned into a BAT! How did you do that? Are you a Brute or a Changer? I saw you jump super high too. But you were gliding with that cape earlier right?"

I chuckled. "It's a cloak, and yeah. I was. I'm a Tinker, though I'm also a grab-bag, so I have a few tricks up my sleeve." I glanced down at the fight below. "Shouldn't we be…helping?"

He waved me off. "They're about done. Without Leet distracting Glory Girl she mopped up Uber pretty easy. I just wanted to come introduce myself and thank you for the help. I'm guessing you and the ninja girl are new on the scene?"

"Fairly new." I admitted. "We've done a job or two. I'm Nightfall, and that's Lenore. We're Independent Heroes. We saw people in trouble and wanted to help out."

I really wanted to tag another verse of my ballad, but with wards around it seemed needlessly reckless. They were all about law and order, and it would be stupid to try anything illegal in front of them. "Anyway, I'm going to check on Lenore. It was nice meeting you."

Saluting casually, I stepped off the building, plummeting a few hundred feet and landing seamlessly on my other foot like I'd just taken a step. I felt a slight creak in the boots. Nothing physical but like I might have been brushing up against their limits after such an active night. I made a mental note to pick up some sort of repair item to fix them.

Looking around, I spotted Kim blasting apart a skeleton with the plasma pistol, only for it to hiss and spit steam as it vented, rendering it unusable as a second skeleton charged the cowering forms of the civilians behind her.

I pushed off, rolling midair as I came in at a low arc and slamming both heels down on the monster with a brutal double axe kick, bouncing right back to catch myself on my hands and push off into a back handspring. I landed calmly as the large monster stumbled back, immediately catching its balance and changing course to attack me.

It moved pretty slow, and was only halfway to me when the next bolt of plasma (a highly charged one) hit it center mass and blew it apart into chunks of charred bone.

Whistling, I turned to Kim. "Damn, you don't mess around, huh?"

There was no return banter forthcoming as she tackled me, holding me tightly with worry. "That was so crazy." She said in a shuddering breath. "I thought you were going to die. I'm so glad you're ok."

"Likewise." I said with a smile. Holding her felt good. I had a brief flash of my hips caving in Shego's ass cheeks as she cheered happily, but I pushed it away. That was Vagabond. Nightfall was a good boyfriend, and he'd made a lot of progress today. It felt nice to have someone like Kim be proud of me, which I could literally feel in her hug even if she hadn't been muttering it.

Making a mental note to find an object that could make a second body for me, I pushed down the worry about getting caught. I had options, but now wasn't the time to be thinking about it.

Vicky touched down in front of us, carrying Amy, who rushed over to help the civilians Kim had been guarding. They weren't badly injured but seemed to have some bumps and bruises, and the healer was nothing if not effective.

"Wow, you sure have great timing." Beamed the blonde bombshell. "That could have gone a lot differently if you hadn't showed up. Uber and Leet don't usually have this level of firepower. Maybe one or two of these things, but an army of skeletons? Definitely out of the norm. We owe you guys."

Kim waved her off. "It isn't a problem." She said in a slightly husky voice not so different from her own as to sound ridiculous but more than enough to disguise who she was. "We were happy to help. I am Lenore, and this is Nightfall."

Gallant, who was almost definitely Dean (apparently the two of them were working things out) strolled up in his armor, carrying a restrained Leet. "All the shells and skeletons are clear." He said tiredly. "Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to thank you too. I'm Gallant, and I just heard your names. I was wondering if you might be interested in joining the Wards. Or the Protectorate I guess. I'm not sure how old you two are."

"We appreciate the invite." I said without pause. "But we prefer to work independently. Less politics, you know. Do you honestly think your PR department would let me dress like this?" I gestured down at myself.

He grinned at me. "You'd be surprised. Shadow Stalker manages to pull it off."

I considered pointing out that Shadow Stalker was a well muscled girl who wore skin tight leather, and was catering to a whole OTHER demographic, but I didn't think it would be helpful, so I just shrugged it off.

We chatted for a bit, but I didn't want to stay too long, lest the Protectorate show up and decide to be more forceful with their invite than Gallant. I said my goodbyes and Kim and I took off into the crowd.

As we walked, someone bumped into me. A cute blonde with a button nose who vanished into the crowd. With my reflexes I could have stopped her, but rather than rob me she seemed to have slipped me some kind of note. I stepped into an alley, glancing around to make sure we were covered, and then gestured for Kim to get changed behind the dumpster as I read my costume back in (confirming that the cloud HAD been C-rank).

While she did, I retrieved the note and opened it up, scanning the contents. It didn't say much. 'We need to talk. Ten PM tomorrow, Rifle Tower Complex, east side- Tattletale.'

I raised an eyebrow. That name didn't inspire confidence, but the note was interesting. Why had she approached me as Nightfall and not Vagabond? Was she a hero too? Was it an opportunity thing? What did she know?

Stashing the note before Kim came back, I decided to accept the meetup, though I'd have Lucky do an invisible search of the place first. Before that though, I had something else to deal with. In a few words, I'd have officially reached ten thousand points, and I was officially going to have enough to grab my first B-ranked item.

Now I just had to figure out exactly what that was going to be. Immortality? Super powers? A companion to help me with training? I had so many options. Whatever I ended up with though, I could say one thing for sure. Both my identities were going to get a huge boost in productivity, and I couldn't wait.

January 16th, 2011 Collins home, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 8:00 PM EST -SP:10,000

It was here. I was FINALLY ready to get a B-class item. Or a C-class person, I guessed, but I was having enough trouble balancing the three women who were already in my life. I'd save that for later. For now, I was about to select the most useful B-class trinket I could find. And since that list included things like permanent super powers, I had quite a selection to choose from.

Climbing in through my window, I read my Nightfall outfit back into the book, then collapsed on my bed. My first time out as a real cape had been…exhilarating. But it had also exposed some serious cracks. Without my plasma pistol I'd been stuck in a holding pattern, I'd eventually found an opening, but it had taken way too long.

I'd considered getting another weapon. I was betting there were some seriously terrifying B-class weapons. Visions of magic swords, super science cannons, and powered armor danced in my head…but quickly faded.

My plasma pistol was basically enough to blow a hole in most people that weren't low level brutes, and I barely got a chance to use it as it was. I didn't really WANT to be a mass murderer. The story feature that helped me gloss over death was great, but that didn't change my initial inclinations, and murder wasn't something any reasonable person did for fun.

Any weapon I picked up was going to be even more dangerous than the pistol, and I'd have to constantly police myself so I didn't kill someone by accident. It just wasn't what I was looking for.

Armor, powered or otherwise, was cool too. But between the my coat's full body dispersal turning every attack into blunt force and the mithril shirt absorbing blunt force, it would take a staggering amount of power to destroy it and do me any serious harm. The enchantments would burn out, but for now the combination was as good as any B-class defensive gear I could imagine.

If I had time to gear up, I had defensive options, so armor wasn't a huge priority.

Utility was a more interesting set of options, and there was some potential there, but Lucky was already a damned good utility aid, and I hadn't really explored everything he could do. Adding another utility item was just going to end up spreading me too thin.

The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that I needed something that could change ME. Something like a real superpower. I'd paged through my books, and come up with a few options for that so far, and I was somewhat torn about two of them.

I'd actually found four possible options, though I'd already come up with logical reasons to discount two of them. First was a Nemean Lion hide trench coat from a series I read about greek demigods. The thing was LITERALLY impenetrable, and part of me just really wanted an invincible coat.

But as I'd noted earlier, I had what amounted to a B-class armored coat (for now) and I couldn't justify burning my biggest windfall to date on an upgrade solely for Vagabond that he didn't even really need.

Second, I'd considered summoning a teacher. There was an old martial artist from a series I read who practiced this amazing martial art that could literally cut stone with bare hands. I could improve not just my own abilities, but Kim's too, and he was a powerful hero in that world who would be able to provide us backup.

Which was why I ultimately decided not to. Keeping my double life (triple life?) from Kim was hard enough. Keeping it from an experienced crime fighter with a strong moral center seemed like it was a reach. Eventually I'd need to come up with a workaround for that, some kind of clone skill or item so Vagabond and Nightfall could be in the same place at the same time. That would put everyone off the idea preemptively.

But now wasn't the time for that. I was balancing things just fine right now, and I had a pressing need to increase my base abilities.

Which brought me to the third option. A genetically engineered spider from the Ultimate Spider-Man comics. This one had potential. There were so many upsides to the spider powers. Predictive danger sense, enhanced strength and agility (not to mention the synergy between the acrobatic nature of those powers and my boots), not to mention enhanced regeneration.

But the problem was, those abilities were spread too thin. Spider-Man could do a LOT of things, but B-class gear could give a single overwhelming ability. I could become good at a lot of aspects of hero work, or become the BEST at one thing.

That led me back to one of my very first potential purchases. The Heart of a Star.

The world was dangerous. Endbringers, cultists, villains, experiments gone wrong. People died every day from random accidents, smashed by cars, or even turned into bombs by the Simurgh. Any ability I got, any power, any item, they could all be overcome. I could have a bad day, or an accident, or just make a stupid call, and then I'd be fucked.

But if I got the Heart of a Star, I'd be immortal. Not eternally young, or a quick healer. Immortal. Full stop. Nothing could kill me. I'd be guaranteed to survive an Endbringer attack, or getting stomped by Hookwolf (or Fenja and Menja, but stepped on by a sexy valkyrie was objectively less terrible than being murdered by fishhook puppy).

I picked up my copy of Stardust, the book that had started it all, and flipped to the passage that I wanted. Near the end of the book, where Tristin got the Heart of a Star. Not through violence, but through love. I didn't want a janky discount version.

Sufficient point total. B-class energy source: Heart of a Star. A fount of everlasting life, the essence of eternity. A force imbued into the user that grants them everlasting life and vitality, unceasing youth and vigor, and a never ending existence.

I felt a shift in the world as I read. First from the draining of so many points (I'd already accrued another hundred, so I wan't empty, but it was a surprisingly unsettling sensation) and second from the power itself. As I spoke, a shard of something came from the book, something bright and harsh and undying.

I couldn't describe it, not on a physical level. It was obscured by its own light. So bright and terrible that the shining colorless glare of its power overwhelmed my vision. It was burning me, not physically but blinding my eyes, and I screamed as my retinas were seared by point blank exposure to the brightest light of a fuckign celestial body.

The Heart invaded me, shooting into my mouth and down my throat, dropping down my gullet and into my stomach where it seemed to explode with power as it hit my gut, waves of power wracking my body like a seizure.

I screamed, I couldn't help it. Tristin had been given this ability from the love of a woman, and it had been much more…subtle. I was taking the power wholesale, and only the existence of the loophole for witches to cut the Heart out made it definable as a physical item. Still, I was taking what wasn't given, and though my power made it mine by right, there WAS a price.

Pain. Pain beyond anything I'd ever felt as my body was invaded by a force from beyond this world. I was altered at a fundamental level, changed from something that could die to something that could not, and the very definition of my humanity was recontextualized to the universe. I was a constant, a certainty, and it felt WRONG.

The screaming tore my throat and hurt my chest, I was being louder than a person should have been able to be, bypassing protections on my body that kept me safe, I tasted blood, and I felt a sensation of worry and panicked sorrow, only to realize Lucky was in the room, presumably muffling my noises with his field so the neighbors didn't call the cops.

I threw up a few times, there was a lot of blood, and then, finally, it was done.

I blinked at the ceiling. The process had healed my eyes. I could heal injuries, though not usually instantly. It took a while for the overflowing life inside me to mend damage. The worse the damage the longer it took, and actual death was bound to take even longer to repair…but I would repair.

No matter what happened, no matter what was done to me, I would never die. I was less sure than I had been a minute ago that it was a GOOD thing, but I knew it without question.

Still, after I shook of the trauma of being essentially tortured out of my mortality (thank you story powers, I felt the experience recontextualize just like the thing with Stormtiger) I was excited. The doom and gloom stuff seemed long ago, and I didn't need to worry too much. I was immortal, and that could carry a lot of water in terms of mistakes. I was objectively safer now than I had ever been.

Not to mention, there were a LOT of dangerous and potentially fatal objects in fiction. Magic weapons fuelled by life force that would be cheaper because suicidal gear was just objectively worse in terms of quality. I had way more options than I had before.

I felt something poke my face, and I looked up to see emerald eyes (literally) staring down at me in concern. I sighed. "Sorry bud. I didn't realize it would be that bad. I didn't mean to worry you." I reached up and pulled my cat into my arms. He was surprisingly warm for being made of metal, and he purred and snuggled against me, glad I was alright.

Despite being a passive aggressive dick at times (read: a cat) Lucky did care about me, and I felt strangely soothed by knowing I had someone on my side who knew the truth about me and cared anyway. Lucky didn't give a shit about Vagabond of Nightfall. He was my cat.

We laid like that for a while, and after assuring himself I was ok, Lucky imperiously disentangled himself from my hug and floated over into my closet. He gave me one last meow of disdain, then phased through the wall and was gone. I just rolled my eyes, getting up to go get rags and cleaner.

Then I paused, and tried reading the puke into my book. It worked (no points for that, understandably) and then I walked into the bathroom and read it out into the tub, flawlessly removing blood and bile from my carpet like it was never there.

Walking back to my room, I flopped down on the bed, letting out a long breath as I considered my situation. I was too beat mentally to go out, and I wasn't in the mood to call up any of my girls, so I just lounged, letting myself relax after a crazy ordeal. I don't know how long I laid there like that (I might have dozed off) before the front door slammed and mom called up to me that she brought home pizza.

Smiling, I climbed to my feet and stretched. That was what I needed. Some time with my mom, feeling my humanity. I needed to shake off the cobwebs of what I'd done. Plus I was starving, apparently going blind and then screaming yourself into a ruptured voice box worked up an appetite. Who knew? I chuckled to myself as I headed downstairs. All that was gone like a dream, and all that was left was excitement. I couldn't wait to see what I could do with my new powers.

January 17th, 2011, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 9:45 PM EST -SP:200

"So there's no one around but her?" I asked Lucky as I stared down from the highest building alongside the Rifle Tower Complex. I was meeting Tattletale there in fifteen minutes, but I wasn't an idiot. My cat's stealth and detection capabilities meant he was more than up to finding any hidden traps. Of which there were apparently none.

I'd spotted the blonde in the skintight purple suit a while ago, but I hadn't approached. Lucky's once over was the smartest play.

Oddly…that was hard to focus on. I felt different since I'd taken the Heart. Better. Like nothing could touch me. It seemed so easy to dismiss anything they could have planned because I was well and truly unkillable. Of course, that was a stupid mindset and I'd taken to ruthlessly beating it out of my head every time it popped up, but it was definitely a factor.

I'd had to cancel on Bonnie tonight, pushing our little meetup back to tomorrow, and she had NOT been pleased. She was going to be all sullen and bitchy until I sweet talked her out of it, and if this meeting wasn't worth it I'd be pissed.

Finally, I decided I'd done enough prep work, and I leapt traight up off the side of the building, my boots sending me shooting up about twenty feet before my cloak caught the air and carried me soundlessly across the intervening space to drop onto the roof behind her (also silently). "You looking for me?" I asked casually.

She yelped, whirling around to glare at me. "Christ!" She hissed. "Someone needs to put a bell on you. You're early. Were you followed."

"Hello stranger, I'm Nightfall. It's nice to meet you too, I'm happy to come to your weird cryptic meeting without any sort of context." My tone was drier than the Sahara, and she winced a bit at the bite in the words.

"Right." She said wryly. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm…you'll understand what's going on soon. Suffice to say that I'm not exactly in a laid back headspace." She stared at me. Her eyes scrutinized every inch of me repeatedly, and she shook her head in amazement. "Nothing. I'm not getting anything. That's amazing."

I rolled my eyes. "See, when I mentioned the cryptic meeting thing earlier I was being sarcastic. I'm happy to help out someone in need, but I'm going to need more information. This whole thing is a little cloak and dagger for me. And while I DO wear a cloak, daggers are a bit old fashioned."

She shook her head. "Right. Sorry. I just…I couldn't believe it when I saw you. I'm a Thinker. My power lets me subconsciously process information about people by looking at them. Think of it like reading body language. But you…I get nothing. It's like looking at a brick wall. It's so peaceful and soothing."

"You called me here because I'm relaxing to hang out with?" I asked skeptically.

"No!" She snapped. Then she took a breath. "Sorry. No. I'm getting to it. You seem to be immune to Thinker powers. That's a very good and very bad thing for you. What do you know about Thinkers?"

I shrugged. "They're annoying know it alls and they make things really difficult for basically everyone. No offense, it's just all I've been told."

"None taken." She said bitterly. "Because my boss is a Thinker too, and I hate his fucking guts. He's…bad. Truly awful as a person, but more than that, uniquely terrifying. He's got this city on lock, though nobody knows it. He plays the gangs off each other, slipping through the gaps to collect as much power and influence as he can."

Vagabond probably would have just shrugged that off, but Nightfall was different. This identity cared about people, about the city. "Who is this person?" I asked carefully. "Why haven't I heard of them?"

"I told you, he's a Thinker." She said bitterly. "I don't know exactly what his power is, but it's some kind of foresight. He sidesteps any incidents that would expose him. His name is Coil, and I think you might be able to help me take him down."

"Ok, ignoring for a moment why I would put my life at risk to help someone who basically just told me straight up she was a villain." I said slowly. "How would I be able to help with that?"

She shook her head. "Not only CAN you help, you pretty much need to. Coil is a Thinker, but he mostly operates remotely. His base is heavily fortified and he uses his powers to maneuver his forces. If your power works on him like it works on me, he has no idea you exist, because you shouldn't even appear in his sight. But the louder the waves you make are, the more he'll notice the discrepancy between whatever he's seeing and your existence."

Behind my mask, my face froze. That…was bad. Not just because he would be able to suss out who Nightfall was, but because he would eventually notice that Vagabond had the same Blank ability. With only the two of us (and my civilian identity) having the power, it would be easy for him to figure out my identity.

Tattletale was a problem too, but a manageable one. She needed to actually be in front of me to use her powers. If I avoided her as Vagabond she'd never catch on. Coil, however, was a notable pain in my ass now that I was aware of him. Vagabond and Nightfall were low profile-ish right now, but if I kept building my reps, I would enter his field of observation eventually, whatever that might be.

"So you're saying it's in my best interests to help you take out Coil." I mused. "That explains why I would help. But why do you even want him gone. I thought he was your boss? Does he not pay double on holidays or something?"

"He doesn't pay AT ALL!" She hissed. "He threatens and blackmails me and my team, forcing us to do what he wants. He's a bastard and a menace and I want you to bash his fucking skull in with a tire iron until his brains turn to a fucking slurry." She caught herself, taking a deep, centering breath. "Sorry. That was perhaps a bit intense. Now. I need your help. Can you help me? Please?"

I considered it. Tattletale did need my help, and I kind of needed hers. I didn't know shit about Coil, but if I needed to take him out, I would have to get a hold of a lot of info, probably fast. If I was Vagabond, I'd have asked for payment, but since I wasn't…as a hero I was kind of stuck agreeing to help just to be helpful.

Not that I was going to do that. If I was raiding a supervillain lair I was going to benefit from it. I'd steal everything that wasn't nailed down in that place, and then I'd steal the fucking nails. But she didn't need to know that. "Fine." I said eventually. "But I'm not doing anything without my partner, and I'm not rushing into this. You're sure that Coil won't notice me right away?"

"I'm not sure what his power is." She admitted. "But I've tested some of the limitations. I THINK it works on people who are…connected to him? I pick up flashes, but he's careful around me, shuts down physically so I can't read much. As long as you don't get directly involved with him, he shouldn't notice you too quickly. How long were you planning to wait?"

"Not too long." I said reassuringly. "But I won't rush either. I need to do my due diligence. Can you give tell me exactly where his base is? I have methods of surveillance that he shouldn't be able to detect." Even telling her that much was a risk, but I didn't think she'd be willing to come out with the info if I didn't give her something.

She closed her eyes, like she was counting to ten. "I…understand your caution. I know you don't have to help me, and I appreciate it. I REALLY think that sooner is better, but you can of course take all the time you need." She gave me a forced smile.

Which was good, because I wasn't going into a villain's lair without extensive mapping, and probably several new items as insurance. In fact, I was leaning toward trying to summon someone specifically to deal with Coil, if he was that dangerous. There had to be some book characters who would be Thinker proof, and having an assassin take him out would free me up for a shopping spree when we hit the base.

Of course, all of that meant I'd need to manage Kim's involvement carefully. But since I didn't have to ACTUALLY tell her anything just because I told Tattletale I did, that was doable. If it became inconvenient I could just do it without her.

There were plenty of possibilities, and I was in no hurry. Like I told her, this wasn't a rush job, as much as she seemed to want it to be. The girl was basically biting her own tongue until it bled so as not to scare me away. It was kind of sweet.

At the end of the day, my biggest motivation here was to both further my heroic rep and steal a lot of hopefully expensive items for points. There were so many possibilities for powers and items to complement my immortality it made me dizzy, but I was dirt poor right now.

She gave me the address for the underground base. "PLEASE be careful." She said worriedly. "If he notices you snooping around things could get very bad for me very quickly. Just…try not to get caught."

Lucky could phase through solid matter and was undetectable by any of the tech I'd ever heard of on this world. MAYBE a dedicated Tinker who specialized in detection could pick him up, but I wouldn't even say that was a given. Still, I was the good guy right now. I put a hand on her shoulder, getting a slight jump. "Listen. It's going to be ok. I know what I'm doing. Just hang on and we'll get you out of this."

She nodded slowly. "Thanks." She muttered. "I know you don't have to help. I owe you one."

I'd collect on that eventually, but it wasn't pressing. Better to have a favor from a Thinker for a rainy day. "Alright. You should go." I said, fishing out a pice of paper. I scribbled my number on it, then showed it to her. "Memorize this. Don't keep the paper on you. Only text me from burners and destroy them after you're done."

She smirked at that. "A man after my own heart. Thanks, I'm plenty paranoid." She scanned the number, never taking the paper. "I got it. I'll text you a dead drop in case you need to get me any information."

Stepping beck, I nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll look into the base and get back to you about what's going on. Give me…give me a week or so. That should be enough time to come up with a course of action." And gather some points.

At her nod, I turned and strolled over to the edge of the roof…and stepped off. My cape caught the air and I glided away smugly. That was a hell of an exit. I was already out of sight by the time she made it to the edge, or at least so Lucky told me. It was awesome having a robot cat spy.

So. I'd found my first real target. Not just to steal from, but to destroy. I couldn't leave a rogue Thinker loose in the Bay if he might be a problem. Time to do some recon.

January 18th, 2011 Rockwaller Estate, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 9:00 PM EST -SP:400 (nsfw warnings: daddy kink, hardcore, maledom, anal)

I was sitting on a tree branch. "You need to let me in." I repeated as I tapped on the window. I was keeping my voice down out of habit, but Lucky was floating above the frame jamming the sound so it didn't extend past the bubble Bonnie and I were in.

"Why should I?" She spat. "I wasn't important enough to come see last night. What changed? I'm not your fucking SIDE PIECE Collins. You can't just blow me off when you feel like it and then show up like nothing happened." Her face was hard, but her eyes looked almost hurt. It was kind of a surprise.

"I can explain that. IF you can let me in. I even got you a surprise." I reached into my pocket, plucking a golfball sized emerald I'd snagged from the book for just such an occasion. I held it up, and she looked at it sullenly, then averted her eyes, reaching up to flick the latch so I could climb inside.

She turned and stalked away, her toned bronze buns flexing under her lacy pink nightie in a way I really appreciated. She turned and flopped down on the bed, crossing her arms and depriving me of the view of her cute and surprisingly light pink nipples through the gauzy front of the gown. "Well." She said with a pout. "Go ahead I guess."

I walked over to sit next to her, and she looked away. Having developed something of a read on her through our interactions, I grabbed her roughly, yanking her into my lap. She inhaled sharply, eyelashes fluttering a bit. "What do you think you're doing." She all but purred.

"You said I should steal something while I was here." I said lazily, my hand sliding under her nightgown and pressing flat to her toned stomach. Her skin was hot under my finger tips.

It was almost intoxicating how different she felt to Shego. Bonnie was in shape, but it was yoga shape. Pilates shape. Spin class shape. Shego was a hardened mercenary, but Bonnie was all the right kinds of soft and pliable. She let out a low whine at my hand on her stomach, and I let it drift down to toy with the lace of her barely there panties.

She swallowed hard. "Well you're the thief." She said breathily. "What do you see here worth taking?"

I reached down to cup her pussy through her panties, the heel of my palm grinding her clit through the thin material. "Plenty. But when I rob this house, I always have a partner. How are you going to help me steal the dirty little slut who lives in this room?"

"I'm…still your partner?" She said in a cautious voice. "You left me alone last night. I waited all day to see you." Her cheeks flushed. "So we could, like, talk about crime-" I ground down with my palm, cutting her off with a moan.

I leaned down to kiss her neck. "No more pretending." I said harshly. "You tell me what you want or you don't get it. Partner's don't play games. No euphemisms, no double entendres. Tell me what you wanted from me last night."

"Your cock." She whispered in a shuddering voice. "I wanted you inside me. I deserve it. I was so good for you the last time, but you wouldn't stay. You're not…you're exciting. All those losers at school think that ditching class makes them bad. You blackmailed me into robbing my own family. It was so fucking hot."

Nipping at her ear, I chuckled. "We stole a bunch of shit from your dad's office. Don't you think he'd be disappointed?"

She snorted. "What else is new. I'm the daughter he doesn't care about, the one he ignores. You spent more time talking to me about my interests when you were robbing us than he has in my entire life."

"Maybe I should be your daddy." I chuckled, but she froze on my lap, eyes fluttering. Her hand clamped down on my wrist where I was cupping her. "Uh, Bonnie, are you ok?"

She bit her lip, looking over at my over her shoulder. "Call me BonBon?" She asked tentatively.

"Ok…BonBon." I said slowly. She shuddered, wriggling in my lap, her phenomenal tanned ass almost swallowing my very present hardon. "What's up?"

Reaching down, she pushed my hand off, slipping her panties to the side as she pushed up on her toes, a hand going behind her back to work at my pants. My cock popped free, and she didn't even look as she lined me up and sat down on it full force. I felt my dick smash into the end of her like a battering ram and her eyes flew open wide, her breath almost knocked out of her as she whined. "Oh, daddy."

Her cunt was fucking phenomenal. Shego's had been hotter and a little wetter, but Bonnie was tight as a drum, and her pussy seemed almost greedy to keep me inside. "Holy shit." I groaned in ecstasy, mentally having Lucky cover us with a sound barrier. "What the fuck was that? Bonnie what the hell, we could have gone slower…"

"No!" She snapped, head whipping around. "I'm not like Kimmy. I can take you right fucking now. You're fucking IN this pussy. Do you like it?"

She started rocking on my lap, rolling her hips and ass in a sinuous motion that only barely worked because her toes were touching the floor. It was glorious. I leaned back, hands on the bedspread as she planted hers on her knees, getting her whole lower body into the ride as I let her roll herself up and then back down me like a condom.

"Fuck Bonnie that's fantastic." I groaned. "But you didn't need to-"

She flicked her hips, slamming herself down my dick and drawing another ragged moan. "No being nice." She whispered. "I want you to adore this pussy. To become obsessed with it." Her voice got high and whiny. "Tell me you're proud of this pussy."

I have to admit I kind of lost it when she said that. She was clearly a deeply fucked up girl…and the whole thing about sticking your dick in crazy was nonsense. Crazy pussy was magical. I slapped a glistening bronze ass cheek. "I'm so fucking proud." I growled. "This is world class pussy."

Her hips sped up. "Oh daaadddy." She sighed happily. "I knew you'd love it. Get it in deeper for me. Show your girl how much you love her."

I grabbed her hair, yanking back her head as I shoved up into her. "This is my pussy now." I hissed in her ear. "No one touches you but me. Understood? I might let you fool around with other girls if I feel like it. But this is the only cock you need."

"Yessss daddy." She giggled almost manically. "I NEED this cock. Need it harder. Fuck your BonBon daddy. Get that pussy."

I yanked her to the side, switching our places and shoving her onto the bed. Ripping her panties off, I grabbed her hips and dragged her back until her lower half hung off the bed, bubbly tan ass exposed, then I shoved back into her with a grunt.

Shego had been on top most of the time. I'd worked her hard, but she was still 'mommy' and she decided what I got. Bonnie wasn't making any decisions at all though. I pounded away into her rough and wild and she just grunted and whimpered and took it, whining thanks and invitations as we fucked.

"Fuck this is good pussy." I growled as I palmed her bouncing ass. "I'm getting this every fucking night if I can help it. Is that understood?"

"Yes daddy." She wailed. "BonBon's pussy is yours every night. Just FUCK ME." I sped up and she whined. "It's so good. You're so deep. I can feel the head of your cock beating up the back of my pussy. Like you're pounding your fucking name into me. FUCK YES, get it daddy, get deeper and harder. Use me like I deserve."

My hips sped up, and her cunt tightened like a fucking vise, hot squelching echoing in the bubble as her creamy cunt overflowed from the third orgasm since I'd started, pussy juice running down her thighs and soaking her comforter.

"I'm gonna fill you up BonBon." I grunted as I felt my balls tightened. "I'm not pulling out."

She whined, her words becoming gibberish. 'Daddy not my cunt. Don't fill my cunt don't fill my pussy don't don't don't stop fucking me don't stop don't pull out don't let a drop out don't let me go fill my fucking pussy-" Her dirty talk had devolved into senseless blithering, punctuated by exclamations like "COCK" and "FUCK" and lots of whimpering sentences that didn't make much sense but were still extremely hot.

"Fuck GET READY!" I growled almost violently. "Daddy's gonna give his BonBon her fucking cream filling." I groaned, letting my balls unload deep inside her as I finally came, rewarding all her frantic fucking with the creamy treat she'd been throwing her hips for.

She shuddered, climaxing hard with a wail that would have probably summoned the cops if not for Lucky, then she slumped forward onto the bed, legs giving out, sliding apart and leaving her fat ass and well fucked pussy hanging out in the air, dripping and used and very beat up in a really exciting kind of way.

I patted her on the ass, getting a lazy whimper. "BonBon?" I said to her quietly.

"S'it daddy?" She slurred.

I reached down, my fingers diving into her pussy, and she whined happily, wiggling her hips. I got all the cum, pussy juice, and just general lubrication I could and just dragged it up between her cheeks, ringing her rosebud with my fingers as I tried slick up her back door. "I'm afraid I'm still hard." I said with a warm smile. "Your pussy is a little wrecked. So I'm breaking this ass in."

She gave a sleepy giggle. "S'ok, I can-" Her eyes flew open. "Wait what?"

My hips caved in her fabulous cheeks as I buried myself in her guts, my dick lubed up with vigorous fuck juices. She clamped down on her squeal. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCKKK." She grunted, face turning red from the effort of not screaming. "What are you-" I slid out and back in, enjoying the clench as another moan ripped through her comment.

"My BUTTT!" She wailed, twitching under me. "Daddy that's my BUTT. You're in it! You're in my fucking butt!"

I slid myself out and then back in, hands clutching her hips. "I need another hole to finish in BonBon." I grunted as I slowly widened her ass. "You wouldn't want me to get all pent up? Do you want me to stop?"

"Want-" She ground out. "Want you to cum. Want you in my butt. Daddy's butt. Do it. Get in it. Fuck that ass. Do it." She was getting riled up, like she was making herself almost angrily horny. Her lucidity seemed to come back. "Fuck it. Get that asshole. Get your fucking cock in my daddy, get in deep."

I picked up speed, and her grunts turned to moans. "Fuck that's a tight ass." I groaned happily. "You might want to bite the blanket BonBon. Now that you're used to it I'm not going to go slow." Her eyes widened, and she scrambled to bunch up some blanket and bite down as I started fucking sodomizing the bitchy cheerleader in earnest.

We fucked like that for hours. I used her asshole a few more times, her mouth once or twice, and got back in that oh so friendly pussy a few more times. By the time I finished with her in the morning, even I was starting to calm down. I zipped up my pants, patted her slightly bruised ass, and told her to call in sick so she could get some rest. I'd be bailing on school too. I smelled like a whorehouse. I grinned as I slipped out the window into the pre-dawn blackness. That had been a good night.

AN:/ Next chapter on here (a few chapters in the normal posting schedule) we'll be getting into some more interesting items that'll definitely kick him up a notch in terms of power, all 10k of the advance chapters is on pat-reon at that site /malcolmtent

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