Because it can't die yet.
----
I was a little later arriving at the Schroeck's
than I'd thought. Mostly because I'd had to
double back to the train station to pay for the
gum I'd stolen from the store there. I hadn't
meant to, I'd just noticed the gum, felt like
some and then I was a good twenty minutes from
the station when I realized I hadn't paid for it.
Hex' isn't a sepearate personality, or a voice at
the back of my head. It's just that some of my
reflexes are different now. I've got a harder
time caring about how other people feel about my
actions, and slightly sticky fingers. Not that
being able to pick pockets hasn't come in handy
since then, but... I'm getting off topic though.
I teleported into the Schroeck's back yard,
hiding myself from the neighbors as best I could
with the house itself and the trees. I pulled a
small smoke bomb out of my pocket and dropped it
at my feet. In game, when you change costume
there are no special effects, you just suddenly
have different clothes on. As the game
translated into the real world, you've got
whatever effects you described your character as
having. With Hex' that means I can do what I'd
jokingly reffered to as 'Oiroke No Jutsu' to
change clothes quickly. Technically the smoke
isn't necissary, but there is a question of
style.
I switched from my travelling clothes into Hex's
last costume. It's the only one that doesn't
either expose more skin than I'm comfortable
with, or isn't really form fitting. Granted the
grey and black armoured tights under the trench
coat don't really leave too much to the
imagination, but the coat covers most of that
up. I adjusted the sunglasses, and blinked a few
times. Firey auras eminating from your eyes take
a bit of getting used to.
There was no putting it off any longer so I
walked up to the door and knocked.
----
The following is something set a little later, towards the end of the meeting at Bob's. I was reading Acyl's "Four Season Shuffle" and thinking about how the various powers would work in the real world. Oh, and the GIFTer thing is explained
here.
----
We were still milling around Bob's place trying
to figure out what to do when Ebony bellowed and
silenced us. he'd been watching the local
television channel when a breaking news story had
interrupted.
We didn't really hear what was being said, but we
didn't need to. A group of costumed arseholes
were in the middle of a street ripping down
buildings and attacking the people who hadn't
been able to run.
We were out the door as fast as we could when
Peggy said she knew where the street was. Those
of us who'd been playing capes no faster than the
villains. It's fun on the computer at least
partially because it isn't real. This was, and
people were getting hurt.
****
When we'd arrived at the fight, I'd summoned my
minions, I have no idea where they were before
then except possibly for Isopropanol, and sent
them in to support Lora'Lai. Peacebringers need
team mates, and hey, ninja are people too.
Those of us with the Dark power set had thrown
our variations of Tar Patch under the feet of the
arseholes, and then the group had charged.
I think that the large mass of blue and gold
uniforms might have tipped the GIFTers off about
what was going to happen, because their apparent
leader choked off his speach when he got a good
look. Of course that might have also been the
fireball Yukiyo tossed in his face.
I dropped down next to one of the ambulances that
was stuck behind the police cordon. Some of the
cops turned on me, leveling weapons. I ignored
them and focused on a group of civilians I could
see hudled behind a smashed car.
When I'd been writting fan fiction about Hex I'd
always described her teleportation powers as
reaching into the darkness, and between. An
attempt to tie her teleports into her dark power
set and ripping off... er borrowing from
RevDark's description of Gil's teleportation.
As the trip to Bob's had shown me, I'd suceeded.
Teleporting felt like throwing myself into the
black waters of an iced over river. Teleporting
others, I was reaching in to that river and
yanking them through.
The family that materialized next to the EMTs
looked rather shocked, for which I don't blame
them. The paramedics overcame their own surprise
quite quickly and set to work, but the cops
didn't stop threatening me until the third group
of terrified civilians appeared out of thin air.
"What are you people?" One of the cops asked
after he'd lowered his gun.
"The calvary," I grunted out as I pulled another
bystander out of harms way. The teleportation
was taking a lot out of me, my limbs felt slow
and heavy. I wasn't certain how long I could
keep this up.
I also wasn't certain what I'd do once I'd run
out of people to rescue. Hex' has never had the
best of times in Siren's Call, and I wasn't sure
how effective she'd be here. As it turned out I
didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
The cop who'd been talking at me, I'd been
distracted alright, looked up and gasped in
surprise. Hex' has good reflexes, I'll say that
for her. My old self would have still been
kneeling there, puzzled, when the broadsword
arrived. As it was I immediately rolled forward
and narrowly avoided being skewered as one of the
GIFTers drove his sword into the pavement where
I'd been.
He wrenched the blade tip out of the ground and
smacked the cop aside. Thankfully he didn't seem
to have much idea of how to use the sword, as the
cop took mostly the flat of the blade to the
chest and wasn't cleaved in two. 'A broadsword
scrapper, how lovely' I thought.
Thankfuly Hex' had been trained in kempo as a
kid, and even with out using her bow, I figured
I ought to be able to keep myself from being
badly hurt until help arrived. I was mostly
right too. Who ever'd been playing this scrapper
had no clue how to fight. Unfortunately he was
a broadsword, super reflexes scrapper which made
up for a lot. Too much in my humble opinion.
Things weren't going all that well. I'd managed
to stay alive, but I did have a number of shallow
cuts and I hadn't managed to land more than a
glancing blow on my friend. He was laughing at
me as we circled each other.
"What's the matter, did you make a fun PvE build,
little girl. Can't you deal with a real man?"
He taunted.
I ground my teeth and remembered something Foxboy
had said while we were on our way here.
'Remember, it's not a game any more. This is
real life.' It was true, Hex' in the game had
had 'Recall Friend' and 'Teleport', but you
couldn't teleport most of the NPCs, which is
what the civilians were. And I'd been doing
that already. All 'Recall Friend' meant in the
real world was that I could teleport things that
weren't me.
Reaching into the darkness I latched onto his
sword and teleported it as far away as I could.
I smirked at the shocked and angry expression on
his face and launched myself at him again.
Things went much better that time, and I'd
managed to land some really satisfying hits when
we both remembered that he'd been flying when he
first attacked. There's a good reason to take
flight, especially if you want power pool
attacks.
The 'Air Superiority' connected with my chin,
wrenching my neck horribly and sending me flying
into the side of the ambulance. It rocked up on
two wheels, but decided not to tip over. I slid
down the side of it to lie in a heap on the
ground.
Fortunately for me, my friend was more interested
in finding his sword than finishing me off. He
turned around looking for it, and came face to
face, as it were, with an awful lot of cleavage.
He stopped for a moment and gawped at Lady
Nogitsune. You'd have thought he'd never seen a
kitsune with lots of buttons missing from her
shirt before.
I forced myself up, and tried another of my
powers for the first time. I could feel him
through the darkness, the strength and vitality,
and I wanted it. So I took it. My neck and back
stopped protesting almost immediately and the
sword cuts I'd recieved vanished. That had felt
good.
Scrapper boy was still confused by Nogi and
the 'Twilight Grasp' I'd hit him with, so I threw
myself at his back and wrapped my arms around his
neck in a choke hold. That's when Nogi kicked
him solidly in the crotch. He went to his knees,
fighting for air and then the cops dogpiled us.
I helped them wrestle the arsehole to the ground,
and held him while they got several pairs of
handcuffs on his arms and legs.
"He can fly, keep him inside or tied down to
something really big," I said to the cop who
helped me to my feet. "And keep him away from
that sword."
Looking around I saw that the fight was over.
We'd out numbered the arseholes significantly,
and they'd probably been about as good RPers as
my own personal idiot. Just the basic powers
then, as limited and constrained as they had been
on the PC.
--
"Has anyone got a reference cynic? I think I need to
recalibrate myself."
-- James Riden, in the S.D.M.