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Shining Light: A Time of Heroes Thread 2 - Hopes and Dreams The Prince of Stories!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41552420[View All]

#Ask/Invite #Canon: Lost Light Universe #Era: Shining Light #Superheroes #IC

>it is a realm beyond rational knowledge, beyond any mortal concept of space or time

>it is a place with only the vaguest concept of form, ever-changing as if on the whims of an artist
>it is the home to all manner of creatures, great and small, innocent and frightening, all as random and incoherent as the land itself
>it is a place none can reach of their own free will, and yet all have been there
>from the mightiest of overlords, to the most inconsequential of paupers
>from the kindest, to the cruelest, and all in-between
>from the most complicated of beings whose thoughts concern whole galaxies, to the most simple who can just barely form a thought
>and even you have been there before
>you would not recall it very well, for it hangs just on the edges of your memory, but when you fell into a deep sleep, you were there
>for it is the Land of the Dreaming

>like all lands, this one has a creator, and a ruler

>this ruler lives in a castle of his own making, all at once crystalline and stone, spectacular and inviting, while cold and haunting
>in this castle, the ruler governs his land and his people - which includes all those who enter it
>he is a quiet, reclusive ruler - respected, but feared
>for few can understand what goes through his eternal, ageless mind, as his desires are simple, while his dedication to his work is unprecedented
>but what would a being such as him do when there is no work to be done?

>often, he reflects on what he has done, for a being as eternal as he has done very much

>he reflects on love lost, on acts both selfish and selfless, on what it means to engage with mortals whose lives end so quickly, on his presence in their lives and their views of him
>and he often ponders on what his future holds, for even a being as old as he will one day reach his end, and what meaning his actions will have when that time comes
>but for today, he decides to pursue one of his favourite hobbies
>he reads

>in his castle is a most special library

>within its endless halls are every book ever written, from the most popular and largely known, to the most obscure and rarely-seen, and even those forever lost to the sands of time
>it also contains the tomes that will be written, whether as early as tomorrow, or as far away as the end of all things
>and it contains the stories that have never been written, that will never come to be, and remain in the minds of their creators, with pen never having been put to page
>for what is a story but an idea someone first created in their mind?
>and what is an idea but a dream that simply took form?

>in this library, he idly picks up a single book

>it is the second volume of an ongoing tale, its end not yet come to pass
>it is both a simple and complicated story
>it is a tale of heroes and villains, and their opposing ideologies clashing in a never-ending struggle
>it is a tale of love, of life, of growth and learning
>it is a tale of happiness, sorrow, anger, and fear
>it is a tale that has been told many times before, and will be told many times since
>and yet, he reads it all the same, and takes no less enjoyment out of it
>for all stories are precious, and are worth telling and reading, as they all mean something special to someone

>he is the Prince of Stories and Ideas

>he is the ruler of the Land of the Dreaming
>he has gone by many names, but you may know him simply as the Sandman
>and like you, he enjoys a good story
>perhaps you will enjoy this one too


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Mettral & Valor!E2Vbn7o74sCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41561241

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>she hated this part
>she was pretty sure it wasn't normal to feel so... awake when unconscious
>maybe it had something to do with her being an Ultra, or alien, or whatever
>but every time she felt so... alone
>in the silence
>with nothing but her own thoughts and memories to keep her company
>and her memories were bad company
>at least this time, she had Emmet's life to keep her mind busy instead
>and while that was kinda sad in and of itself, part of her prefer it over the alternative

>but just like that, it was all over

>she felt... strangely empty now
>...oh god, was this all a setup to remove her organs?
>she did not fall for that trick aga-
>"Ah, good, you are awake!"
>Mettral blinked slowly, staring up at the ceiling
>the light kinda hurt, but she wasn't flinching away from it
>"How are you feeling, Mettral?"
>there was a period of silence, as Knight may have noticed Mettral's first course of action after waking up was to check if her mask was still in its rightful place
>only after brushing her fingers over it a few times, did she finally feel confident enough in saying:
Mostly dead... s'how I feel...
>slowly, she'd try to sit back up, still blinking tiredly and trying to readjust to the world around her

Ultraman Knight!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41561242

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>Knight did notice Mettral touching her mask, but opted not to comment on it
>he was...not a psychiatrist, and wouldn't profess to being close to one, so he wasn't going to ask why she was covering her face
>instead, he figured it was best to get down to business

I will do my best to make you feel better, then.

>he tapped on the light tablet he was holding, before lifting his hand and gesturing across the room

Firstly, as you no doubt have surmised, we were able to remove the human soul from you with no complications. We have him safely secured right there, you see?

>indeed, on the "desk" beneath the secret, Mettral would see a large cylinder sitting there

>and within it was an orb of sky-blue light, hovering as faint light rays shone down from the top of the cylinder onto it
>Knight continued, though his tone changed to a more hesitant one

Constructing a body for him...that will take some time, however. It is a rather complicated process, you see. We will need to adjust the body to fit to their specifications, and to ensure the body does not reject the soul...he will also, regrettably, not be completely human, which would normally complicate matters further...

But, thanks to your merging with him, the process will go a bit more smoothly than it would otherwise. Though it was only for a short period of time, trace amounts of your DNA have mixed with his, which will contribute to the reconstruction process.

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>Mettral blinked very slowly, only barely following along with what Knight was saying
>she followed along when he motioned to the glowing tube, and her eyes widened slightly
>...that was a soul
>in a jar
>what the fuck was this day!?

>most of everything else Knight had said flew right over her head

>she was way, way too tired to follow along with what went into making a replacement bod-
>"Trace amounts of you DNA have mixed with his..."
>"Which will contribute to the reconstruction process."
>Mettral blinked, now suddenly looking much more awake as she looked up at Knight
W-...Wait, you mean... like cloning, right? You're gonna clone-...
>she pointed at the glowing jar
>then at herself
Because I-...!?
>she vaguely motioned with her hands, looking down at herself
>she wasn't even sure what that was supposed to mean
So, w-...w-wait... wait...
>if he was going to have her DNA
>did that mean they'd be relate-
... heh... h-hahah...
>she slumped back down on the bed, waving her hand
N-Never mind... I-I'm just bein' silly...
>letting out a long sigh, the smile on her face grew a bit more serene
...'m jus'... glad I could help... even if by accident...

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>well that was… mildly concerning

>what did he seem to know that Janice didn’t?
>dammit the brain Sams were gonna start acting up again

>”Y' like t' live adventurously, then...?”


>that snapped Janice out of her internal fears long enough for her to remember to put her Torres Face back on, jumping right back to the calm detached persona with a shrug like nothing ever happened

...eh, not really. I just don’t really care. It’s just ice cream, right? What’s the difference?

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>Knight was just a bit taken by surprise when Mettral started to panic over what he said, shifting back a bit reflexively over it

>he really couldn't imagine why she reacted in such a way, or what exactly she was panicking over in the first place
>she calmed down just as quickly, leading him to have to make an assumption

...I-I see...

If you are concerned about the mixing of DNA, I assure you it is more normal than you would expect. Although, considering we are dealing with the immaterial, perhaps saying "life force" would be more fitting...

>he tapped on the tablet a couple more times, which brought up an image on the large screen across from Mettral

>it showed two silhouettes, one much larger than the other, with arrows stretching from the larger to the smaller
>along with a series of squiggly lines all around the two diagrams which could probably be construed as the Ultras' native language

You see, whenever an Ultra merges with another species, we leave behind amounts of our energy once the merge is concluded. How much depends on how long they are joined. In your case, since it was only for a couple of months, the amount is negligible. It merely means the human will have a slightly higher aptitude for adapting to a new body and will be the picture of health once they recover. In cases where the merge lasts longer, effects such as a longer lifespan, aversion to illness, speedier recovery from injury, and heightened senses are more common. In cases where the merge lasts for multiple years, the subject may even end up developing abilities the host Ultra possessed, although if they can even access them is variable.

>he paused for a moment, looking back to Mettral to gauge her reaction

>before making a short "ah" sound, realizing what he had done

...which, I suppose, leads into the other reason for your arrival here.

>he tapped the tablet a couple more times, changing the image on the screen

>which brought up a silhouette of Mettral herself, along with an image of a strand of DNA hovering beside it, with more of those strange squiggles

We took a blood sample as I said, and after a brief analysis I can safely confirm this. You are indeed an Ultra.

...or, part-Ultra, I should say.

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41561246

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>"It's just ice cream, right?"

>well, now Albert could safely assure himself he'd never confuse Janice and Joanne again

>Joanne would take one look at the ice cream she was served and give a twenty-minute critique on it before even taking a bite
>or at least, that's how he imagined it, since it was her family business and all
>hell, she'd probably try to start a fight with Janice if she ever heard her say that
>but here and now, Albert just tried to take the response in stride and go with a different angle on this

Well, I'm just sayin', we don't really know this guy, do we? Leavin' it in his hands like this is a bit on the risky side, isn't it?

I mean, I'm not sayin' he's gonna spit in it or anythin', but consderin' he was just talkin' about sausage-flavoured ice cream, how do we-

>before Albert could even finish, the double-doors swung back open, and the man returned

And done! Here is zurprize for you!

>he placed a large bowl on the counter in front of them, displaying a pretty hefty dish for them for them to "enjoy"

>consisting of three pretty large scoops of ice cream - the two that they requested, with a scoop of ordinary chocolate between them to bridge them - along with four bananas beside them
>everything had a chocolate drizzle atop them, but the ice cream scoops also had a hefty helping of whipped cream on top, and on top of those was a cherry for each one
>and before either of them could even say anything, the man placed two spoons in the dish, making it very clear what his thought process was

Is good, yes? Perfect dish for lovely couple!


>Albert was left speechless as he stared at the dish in front of him

>he could've asked how he was able to make that so damn fast, or how much money they actually put down to warrant this
>but instead all he could think about was how certain he was that Janice was about to unleash a lot of murderous intent on someone in just a second
>whether that was the owner or him was up in the air

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>boy, did all of that zip right through one ear, and out the other
>she could at least understand he was talking about whether Emmet would develop Ultra abilities or not
>which she didn't even think about in the slightest, but well, better for him to assume that than ask any more question
>"You are indeed an Ultra."
>at that, Mettral immediately sat back up, staring wide-eyed at Knight, then at the image he'd brought up of her


>she looked down at herself


>then up at the image


Am I really that wide...?
>she quickly shook her head, trying her best to ignore the words that had just poured out of her mouth
Th-That is-... uh.... wow, OK! Cool! Yeah, that's-... an Ultra, wow... awesome...
>she was left staring at the image for a bit longer
>then down at herself again, but for an entirely different reason
>namely, wondering how was she part-Ultra, exactly
>was she some kind of test-tube baby chimera?
>or was one of her parents an Ultra who danced the tango with a human?
>and if that was the case...

S-So... does this... happen a lot?
>she looked back at Knight, a rather nervous smile on her face
Y-Y'know... half-Ultras? I bet it's kinda common, r-right?

Ya probably even got support clubs for it, I'll bet! S-So, like... if, say... if you want to find who the lucky parent was...?

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>Knight patiently waited for Mettral to process this, understanding that this was quite the change to adjust to
>though when she asked about any other half-Ultras, he tilted his head slightly and spoke in a...restrained tone


>he looked back at the tablet and tapped it again, which caused the image on the screen to change

>this time showing a number of rows of those DNA strands, each of them glowing faint colours of red, blue, or silver, with the occasional odd colour like orange or purple in there as well

You see...the few instances we have of human-Ultra combinations come from previous hosts, when they go on to have children of their own. In those cases, sometimes they inherit some of their Ultra energy, and even then they simply become "metahumans", as is the term on your planet. Theoretically, they could develop into Ultras on their own, or a species similar to us, but the circumstances to bring that about would have to be incredibly specific. Truthfully, we have no idea what those would be, and have yet to ever encounter that.

And yet...

>he tapped the tablet again, with two of the strands enlarging on the screen to take the focus - one red, and one yellow

The only completely balanced human-Ultra hybrids we have encountered are Valor and yourself. And we know that Valor came into existence via the fusion of a human and the dying Ultra Vetrus. We know this because we have the biological data of Vetrus on our records, and they match with Valor's almost perfectly.

...but yours are completely unique. We do not have any records of your Ultra energy with us, so therefore they are entirely your own.

>he turned to look at her again, and while he was trying to be comforting, he sounded genuinely amazed by this

You are indeed correct in that you are the child of both a human and an Ultra...but you may be the very first one ever.

>he let that sink in for a moment, personally finding the whole turn of events incredibly interesting

>but when he remembered that there was something specific Mettral asked for, he jolted slightly and looked back to the screen

...as far as discovering who your parent is, it is...possible, certainly. But as this is completely new territory for us, there is no way to tell how long it could be before we have an answer...

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...You worry about things too much.

>honestly, the irony shouldn’t have been lost on Janice

>but it was
>she legitimately saw nothing hypocritical about that statement
>after all, she only worried about sane and reasonable things!
>so why is it that fate immediately decided to punish her for her completely reasonable trust in her fellow man?

>”Is good, yes? Perfect dish for lovely couple!”

>sure enough, just as Albert was fearing, a sudden metaphorical darkness fell over the room

>(and also possibly a literal one, though that might’ve just been a weird trick of the eyes)
>despite the fact that Janice didn’t move a muscle, the air around them suddenly felt heavy and smothering; even as cold as the place already was, suddenly it felt more biting than ever, as if the breeze had suddenly become an arctic storm stripping you down straight to the bone
>...maybe Janice had been hanging out with Abby a bit too much lately

>and then, just like that, it ended

<It’s okay. I’m okay.
>and Janice calmly picked up the dish

Thank you.

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41561250

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>yep, Albert absolutely felt that

>and was pointedly avoiding looking directly at her as that aura emanated off of her, turning the suite into the Antarctic
>he only spoke after Janice thanked the owner in a way-too-calm-voice, lifting his head and voicing the same thoughts

Th-Thank you very much.

>albeit in a far less calm voice

>the owner, surprisingly, completely missed this shift in mood, and simply replied in his usual jovial tone

You are most welcome!

I close now, but I wait for you to finish before I clean up! Be takink your time, OK?

>Albert didn't give a direct reply, instead grabbing a bunch of napkins off of the counter and heading for a table

>though once he got there, he was quick to pull out one of the chairs and wait
>presumably to let Janice take the seat first

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>for any other girl, the gesture probably would’ve been appreciated

>for Janice, she just walked right around the table and pulled out her own chair
>...well, it’s the thought that counts!

>Janice just placed the ice cream down on the table and sat down

>and then she just kinda
>stared at it
>her expression still hadn’t changed, so it was really anyone’s guess what the hell was on her mind
>boy, this was gonna be a real awkward silence, wasn’t it?

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>Albert probably should've expected her to do that, but wasn't about to miss an opportunity to be polite
>if nothing else, that'd give Janice less of a reason to be mad at him
>in theory, anyway

>so Albert took the offered seat instead, and like Janice, just...sat there

>staring at the banana split as if it was somehow the source of all the turmoil going on in that moment
>and left to ponder what exactly to do

>in truth, this was the opportunity Albert needed

>he knew that something was going on with Janice, in regards to how she felt about him
>he just had no idea what, even now
>earlier she seemed to bungee jump between way-too-interested and not at all invested in him
>it was only before they got on the bus that she seemed to actually relax a little bit, and then this just sent her right back into an uneasy state
>so clearly actually stating that they were a couple, or even mentioning they were on a date most likely, was a no-go
>so she must not want anyone to think they're actually together together
>but why, when she was the one who asked him out?



>as Albert pondered this, an angle he hadn't considered popped into his head

>what if Janice didn't want to be there?
>what if she wasn't actually sincere about wanting anything to do with him?
>what if someone convinced her to do this?

>once that thought entered his head, it all started to make sense

>the sudden shifts in mood were due to her trying to appear like she was into him, then going back to how she actually felt
>the uncomfortable mood that kept returning was because she really didn't want to be there, but felt like she had to be
>honestly, even them going out this late at night was probably to avoid as many people seeing them as possible, so she wouldn't be embarrassed being around him
>that had to be the case
>which only left the questions of "who" and "why"
>it probably wasn't Winnie who did that - she might suggest they go out but she definitely wasn't the type to force someone into a situation they weren't ready for
>it wasn't Sandy either, at least not likely - she wouldn't play a cruel prank on him, at least he didn't think so
>but he didn't know everyone Janice knew, nor everyone at STAR-A, so really anything was possible
>as for "why", it could range from Janice just doing this on a dare, to him being tricked into thinking this was something serious, to being set up for another incident once they left the shoppe

>as he lifted his head to look at Janice, he was at least able to confirm one thing

>while he didn't know why she was doing this, he at least knew painfully well she didn't want to be here
>so he could at least try to make it easier for her


>he spoke up to get her attention, then continued with a calm tone

You c'n go ahead an' eat. I'll just have whatever's left when yer done.

>weirdly enough, he seemed a lot more relaxed now

>despite thinking this was all a cruel set-up, he seemed more comfortable talking to her than he had moments prior

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>the sudden change in tone wasn’t lost on her
>but if anything, it only put her more on edge
>she didn’t know if he had figured her out or not, but this wasn’t a promising sign
>well, better to keep going. best case scenario, she’s still not caught; worst case scenario, she’ll just be able to confront him directly, right?

>...that was half of her reasoning, at least

>the other half was that honestly the ice cream looked pretty damn good all things considered
>so, calm as could be, she grabbed a spoon

[shy]...shit that’s actually really good[/i]

>Janice made a quick mental note to come back here with her friends after she was done mentally kicking Albert’s ass, but one thing at a time

...You should eat yours too. I don’t like mint anyways.

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>Albert seemed to consider Janice's offer for a moment, looking at the ice cream in hesitation


>but he soon shrugged and picked up the other spoon, thinking that if she offered it was probably fine

>so he took a spoonful of the mint and sampled it, and couldn't help but admit that it was pretty damn good
>it was fresh, he knew that for sure, as if the owner had made it by hand, but how did he in such a short amount of time?
>still, it wasn't his favorite - he was biased as hell but there'd only ever be one style of ice cream that was perfect for him

>regardless, he contented himself with picking at his side of the bowl, slowly sampling the ice cream and letting the mood settle a bit

>though not for too long, as he couldn't help but just ask:

You OK...?

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>there was no truthful way to answer that, to be honest

>mainly because there wasn’t any real one true answer to the question in the first place
>kinda, kinda not? on the one hand, Janice was face to face with one of the two people she currently hated most in the world, wondering when the night would suddenly turn south and prove her fears and suspicions correct
>but on the other hand… honestly? the night hadn’t been that bad so far

>…so, rather than answer the question, she would just divert it entirely

Are you? You’ve been acting nervous the whole time we’ve been out.

Albert Patterson!CrONAHEG2cCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41561256

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>Albert wasn't expecting Janice to turn the question around on him like that, which earned her a surprised stare
>though he probably should've realized that he hadn't exactly been subtle about what he was feeling during this escapade, so obviously she would think that

>still, it took a second for him to answer her

>not that she was wrong, but now that he was certain this wasn't a genuine date, he wanted to be careful about what he said
>he didn't want to just throw an accusation or assumption in her face and piss her off, especially since she might not even be guilty of anything
>so he idly picked at the mint ice cream in front of him before offering a more careful answer

Well...yeah, I was, honestly.

I just didn't want this t' go badly, since I...don't exactly know what I'm doin' here...

>he risked a glance up at Janice after that, gauging her reaction

...has it been goin' badly?

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>god damn it, there was a truthful answer to that and it was one that Janice really didn’t want to give

>she visibly hesitated, unsure of how to proceed
>did she admit that she was enjoying herself and allow that power over her? or lie and risk confrontation before she was ready for it?
>the more she thought about it, the answer became clear

...no, it’s been alright.

>and then she froze

>that was… not what she intended to say
>goddamn freud and his bullshit slips, motherfucker was probably laughing down in shitty crackpot psychiatrist hell

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>Albert blinked in slight surprise after getting that as his answer
>though after thinking about it for a second, she was probably just being polite, not wanting to offend him or tip him off to anything amiss
>so he took it in stride, somewhat flatly answering

Oh, good...

>he resumed eating his share of the ice cream at that point, an uncomfortable silence returning to the area around them

>which lingered for about half a minute, as Albert kept glancing up at Janice, still trying to get an idea of what she was thinking

...'cause, I mean, this is th' first time it's just been th' two of us. An' since we're still gettin' t' know each other, I wasn't sure if I was makin' any bad decisions 'r anythin'...

>and naturally, before he could stop to think things through, he ended up saying something else just so that dead air didn't come back with a vengeance

...why did y' ask me out, anyway?

<"...could've maybe been a little more gentle about bringing that up!"

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>once again, Mettral found her brain mostly tuning out a lot of what Knight was trying to say
>bless his heart, she could tell he was trying, but a lot of this wasn't what she wanted to hear
>...wait, Valor was half-hum--
>"But yours are completely unique."
>what did he mean by that
>how could she be uni-
>"You are indeed correct in that you are the child of both a human and an Ultra... but you may be the very first one ever."



>Mettral really didn't know what to say to that

>she was just left staring at Knight, her jaw dropping slightly as she tried to make sense of that
>on one hand, fuck YES, she was so goddamn SPECIAL!
>on the other hand, that only raised more questions in her head of why would she be aband-
>"As far as discovering who you parent is, it is... possible, certainly."
>Mettral's hands had balled into very tight fists by this point
>"There is no way to tall how long it could be before we have an answer..."



>it was possible...

>but did she really want to know...


>she looked down at herself, trying to get her thoughts to calm the fuck down

>she didn't know how to feel; should she be angry; should she be happy; should she feel like a gigantic hypocrite-


>taking in a deep breath, Mettral closed her eyes

>then quickly brought a wide grin to her face, looking back up at Knight

"First one ever", huh? One more thing to add to my future best-seller autobiography!
>holding up a fist, she continued to speak with her more normal loud and boisterous tone
This is the BEST! Finally I got somethin' to stand out!
>pushing herself on the bed, Mettral actually stood up on top of it to continue her confident speech
Now that I've unlocked these awesome powers, evil won't stand a chance against the new-
>she crossed an arm in front of her
-and improved-
>then crossed another arm to make an X-shape
>she threw both arms out to her side, just like she'd done in that silent dimension
>...and nothing happened



>she looked down at herself
>then at Knight
Is there, like... a special word or something to transform?

'Cause I don't really remember how I did it the first time.

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>Knight definitely jolted in his seat when Mettral suddenly shouted her excitement over his bit of news, accompanied by the remaining nurses jumping and looking over at her

>Knight simply watched as she stood on the bed, boasting about how her life was changing and how she was going to be an even more amazing hero than she surely already was
>and he didn't respond to anything for a minute or so, even after she attempted to transform and failed


>he soon shifted in his seat so he was sitting properly again, hesitantly giving as best an explanation as he could

W-Well...this sort of thing is different for everyone. Even Ultras that are merely disguised as humans and not merged with them have to access their powers in different ways.

So for you, you would have to make that discovery on your own. However, there are a number of Ultras here who would be happy to help you learn, and train you to better tap into your powers.

>he paused for a moment, then spoke more hesitantly, already expecting the answer this would receive

Though, ideally, you would need to remain within the Land of Light. This place is where we can tap into our fullest potential at all times, whereas on Earth the atmosphere limits how much of our energy we can use at a given time.

I understand that this would be difficult for you, being away from your home for so long...and again, given your unique nature, it may take longer for you to complete the training than it would for a full Ultra...

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>oh, great, so she had to play the guessing game from now on, then
>"However, there are a number of Ultras here who would be happy to help you learn..."
>not only could she tap into badass Ultra powers, but she could be taught by an Ultra!?
>there was no doubt in her mind she could skyrocket in popularity now!
>she might even eclipse Valor as San Fransokyo's resident Ultra!
>things are finally start to look up for-
>"Though, ideally, you would need to remain in the Land of Light."
>Mettral blinked, facing Knight again as he explained why that would have to be
>and, well... sure, it made sense, if what he was saying was true...
>this was unquestionably an opportunity of a lifetime... but...


>she quickly dropped down to sit back on the bed
>she wanted to accept the offer
>she really wanted to



Ah, well, it's no big deal.
>she shrugged her shoulders
I've been doin' just fine without goin' Ultra, so I can handle myself just fine without it!
>she let out a huff, but was still speaking with her incredibly confident tone
I can't leave my city unprotected, y'know!
<"Not with the Dopants running around..."
So, hey, maybe when my schedule's lighter, I might just give you a call or somethin'; how's that sound?

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>Knight wasn't surprised when Mettral's brief excitement turned to disappointment and reluctance
>although her reasoning was a welcome surprise for him, as it went against her earlier ego-focused desires
>Geed had said he got a very good impression of her as they were waiting for her to wake up, and Knight could see what he meant now
>flashy and boisterous as she was, it was clear she had the heart of a hero

>her offer prompted a short nod from Knight, speaking warmly afterwards

I think that would be very agreeable.

I can already tell you would fit in very well here, Mettral, and I am certain that our leaders would welcome you among us with open arms. So once you are ready, we will see you off back home, and whenever you can, we will bring you back.

>truthfully, the process would be a little more complicated than he made it sound

>this was completely new territory for them, and while the members of the Ultra Garrison would ideally be fine with Mettral receiving training, with the actions of Knight's "father" there would possibly be some reluctance
>it was entirely possible that one of them would have to go to Earth themselves to observe Mettral and make a judgment call...

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>Janice once again locked up, conflicted on whether to answer truthfully, or maintain the act

>[s]and also focused VERY intently on not letting words fall out of her stupid mouthhole again[/i]
>she idly picked at her ice cream for a few moments, choosing her words carefully

...Just wanted to get to know you.

>well, it technically wasn’t a lie?

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>Albert blinked once at Janice's answer, and again before he could properly think about it:

...why, though?

>there was another short pause, before Albert seemed to realize what he said, and quickly scrambled to try and salvage this before he sounded like a bigger idiot than he already did

I-I mean, I can't have made that good an impression last time around, right...?

What with th' fightin' an' all...

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>dammit, whether he realized it or not, he was starting to back her into a bit of a corner

>Janice was leaning on “or not”, for the record; by what she’d seen of Albert so far, he didn’t strike her as clever or mean enough to actively try to suss her out

Just… heard a lot about you. From my friends. Wanted to see for myself.

>still technically not a lie!

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>this comment really seemed to throw Albert for a loop, staring at Janice with a very confused look
>he was somewhat aware that people were talking about him now, considering his first day in the hero course and all
>but were they saying anything before that?
>what would they even have to talk about?
>...granted, he knew people could make up just about anything to stir the pot, but what could they possibly have to say about him before that?

...people've been talkin' about me?

>he paused, then thought it was probably good to try and lighten the mood a little, given how Janice seemed to be getting more short with him here

What, did they think I was some exotic foreigner 'r somethin'...?

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>and that is what would’ve gotten a true reaction out of Janice

>no, that’s not what she’d been told about Albert at all.
>she didn’t want to dwell on what she had been told, but as the thought entered her mind, she started burning inside again
>in a way, she was almost thankful; she’d almost started to be distracted by Albert’s dumb innocence, almost started to forget why she was here
>but now she’d been given a reminder, renewing her clarity of purpose

>none of this would be apparent from the outside, of course

>all that would be apparent to Albert was that Janice’s face got a bit pink again as she started nervously tapping the table with her spoon

I’d… rather keep that private. For now.

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>well that response didn't help his suspicions at all

>in fact it just made him more sure that something wasn't on the level
>but the question was, just how much was Janice actually involved in...whatever this was?
>how much of what she just said was the truth?
>was she a victim in whatever this was, or a conspirator?


Well...fair enough, then.

>for now, all Albert would really do is sit and wait and see what happened

>so he resumed slowly eating his ice cream, but every so often he'd glance up at Janice, gauging her expression
>he was definitely suspicious now, but wasn't going to do anything to force a confession just yet

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> At that moment, in the landing zone, there was a...

> Well, it was kinda hard to look like that, and be in the uniform of the school topside, without being some kind of metahuman.

> That said, what she's doing with a nearly-expired st of shelled sunflower seeds, a bit of jerky, and a large conspiracy of ravens is anyone's guess.

> The ravens are young enough-- or maybe she's just big enough-- that they look like crows until someone-- like, say, someone paradropping from above-- notices that they're still getting closer. And bigger. And bigger.

> Kashvi finally looked up as some of the ravens scattered-- an understandable reaction to something stooping from above, and Kashvi walked over to her.

"That looked like a rough landing."

> She spied the uniform and blinked. Oh, someone else from the school? Wonder why they'd decided to suddenly take up learning stealth airdrops. The immediately obvious solution-- at least, to Kashvi-- was:

"Ugh, man. Parents, am I right? 'oh, you'll need to stealth drop sometime'."

> Kashvi blew a raspberry and offered her a hand up. She was in a good mood. The ravens seemed to actually like her, which was unexpected.

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>and so the rest of the… “date” went in that same uncomfortable silence, Janice not really making any more attempts at conversation

>she was still busy being caught up in her own head, going through a million asinine little conspiracy theories a minute, trying to find whatever bits of “evidence” she could latch onto to protect herself from any second guesses

>but as they stepped outside and left the shop, something else forced itself to the forefront of her mind

>it was fucking cold jesus christ
>not only was Janice never really built to live this far up north, it was the middle of March, late at night, with her wearing only a dress and a thin cardigan with her legs exposed from ankle to knee
>altogether, a recipe for:

jesus christ i’m fucking freezing get to the bus stop NOW

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>From high above Veronica could see the birds as the person feeding them, right in the middle of her landing zone. Murphy's law ever present but at least it let her off easy this time, the agent had kept calm and simply adjusted her angel to land a safe distance from the student.

>Steady... Steady... slow down... slow dow--

>parachute landings were never fun. She lost count of how many scrapes, cuts, bruises and crashing into trees she had to endure each time she had to drop. Out all those this was almost text book, a little rough on touch down, and the canopy came down top of her, losing it's transparent properties as it crumpled on top of her.

<"That looked like a rough landing."

>First contact so early, not even time to orientate herself...

<"Ugh, man. Parents, am I right? 'oh, you'll need to stealth drop sometime'."

>Buuuut by some saving grace, the individual wasn't weary of her, or of her method of entry. Was it really that common? Well no need to look a gift horse in them mouth.

Well one can't be late on their first day of transferring to a new school now can they? And I'd say it beats city transit.

>She pulled the pile of fabric off of herself and removed her pack, pushing a button on the side which made the parachute fold itself back into place, ready to be deployed when needed. A fancy little thing indeed. Taking the offered hand, Veronica stood up with the... very large woman's assistance. She herself was relatively tall for a woman but now compared to this one... now she knew how other's felt.

I hope I did not disturb anything too important, I saw the ravens on the way down and could not change my course too much...

>She stuffs the whole pack down her uniform's top and, to Kashvi's perspective was sucked within in an almost cartoonish manner.

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>Albert wasn't about to try and start up a conversation now, much as he probably should have
>anything else would've just blown this whole thing wide open, and he still didn't have much of a reason to totally mistrust Janice
>perhaps it was naive of him to assume she'd simply explain everything out of implied guilt, but it was the best option he had at the moment

>once they had headed out and all they had to do was head back to the campus, Albert was willing to just let this go

>he still suspected something happening at the end of this, but he wasn't going to get on Janice's ass and just take whatever came instead


>although, as they started heading for the bus stop, it was pretty impossible to not hear her grumble about the temperature


>without even a moment to think about it, Albert had unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled it off, holding it out for Janice to take with a slight smile

>fortunately for Janice's sanity, Albert had an extra layer on, albeit just a short white T-shirt that was clinging to his chest a wee bit

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"Ehhh, I dunno. On the one hand, they might warm up to you if you bring them food. On the other hand, they've got long memories and oral tradition."

> It wasn't that common. Mentally, Kashvi knew that, and she should probably review this lady for being some kind of plant. But... Honestly? She was just glad to have someone to talk to about this stuff.

> She blinked at the fact that the parachute was sucked in. It was still... Vaguely... Present... but not here. Not in the sense of it being somewhere she could pull from anyway.

> That sense of here but not here only increased, but she shrugged it off as paranoia. It wasn't like she could identify everything all at once, anyway.

"Wow, you spaced so hard you had to airlift in? Now I feel kinda lucky for only getting tossed out of bed by my family lawyer and packed into a car."

> She laughed it off, but filed it away.

"So, uh, I guess you need to see the principal, right?"

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>The figure lopes across the grimy rooftop, bounding like an ape as it ran across the old districts of the city. A woman being mugged only sees the loping figure go past for a moment, but the moment is all that's needed for a fist to thump against the side of the mugger's skull and knock him senseless. The story will spread among the woman's friends and the thug's enemies, but what's one more rumor of strange things running around at night in Gotham city? That's what the figure thinks as it pauses in a little-noticed corner over a busy thoroughfare among interesting poky little shops and draws the eye. With a satisfied nod, it turns and lopes away once more. With a swing around a corner and a faint shift...

New York City:

>A pretzel vanishes from a street vendor's cart, but the second he looks away the cost of it appears in the form of battered, folded cash left among the ketchup and mustard. And the figure lopes away unseen and unnoticed. The figure likes this town, even though people are used to looking up, they don't always bother to see. What's one more strange shape swinging by or flying overhead? Is there some new Spider-Man? It's so hard to keep track these days, isn't it? The chatter spreads and dies, and the figure pauses on a ledge on the side of the famous Daily Bugle to draw the eye. With a twist and a leap...

>In Themyscira, it draws the eye and barely dodges a thrown spear as it lopes through a little-used arena. With a coo, it bounds away and makes it's escape to Arkham. It pauses to draw the eye in an ancient narrow alleyway and leaves hurriedly, feeling watched. In places across the world from New Riviere to Douglastown, the figure lopes and watches from the shadows and it draws the eyes. Having used it's day well, the shape lopes into an obscure corner in an obscure place no man had ever seen...

STAR Academy

>...And creaks open the door of a tool near the gym. With a pause to wash off some of the dirt and grime of the world in the locker room, the figure lopes into the cafeteria for dinner.

>And through the many painted eyes of autumn, Aki watches and smiles to himself.
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>as Aki enjoyed the sights, he may have noticed something off
>it started in only one section of STAR Academy, as if his sight had been blocked by pure darkness
>once was happenstance, maybe someone placing a poster, or just leaning on it without noticing it
>but then it kept happening, more and more blots of darkness rising up to cover the painted eyes
>until eventually, all of STAR was just a dark spot for Aki

>and then the darkness looked back at him

>ethereal glowing eyes staring into the markings, peering with no discernible motive or thought behind them
>until, just as quickly and mysteriously as they came, the shadows vanished from Aki's sight...

>as Aki entered the cafeteria, there wasn't much activity in post-dinner hours

>only a few pockets of friends and couples here and there enjoying a small meal with little else to really do
>only one among the figures was actually having a large enough meal to be considered dinner
>sitting alone by the corner, table covered in caffeinated beverages to keep himself awake, the large chicken sandwich he'd ordered mostly forgotten half-eaten, Twines Light sat at his laptop as he usually did, mumbling to himself as loud metal music blared straight into his ears through his headphones

>normally, Twines wouldn't have much of a presence on anyone's mind

>he was just the weirdo who mostly kept to himself, only really causing a fuss due to the loud music he insisted on listening
>but there was one way he'd often draw attention, and that took the form of the wave of darkness that crawled along the floor and walls of the cafeteria
>dozens of shadows converged, making their way back to Twi
>the shadows emerged from the ground, each one different from the other, and reached forward
>they grabbed a pen each, drawing onto a rough map of the academy markers to indicate where each eye they'd found had been

>Twi finished his eighth or ninth can of soda, stretching his body out of his hunched position

>once the shadows had marked down everything, he took the map with a very tired grin
Nice job, guys...
>the shadows vanished, "sinking" into the ground and returning to Twi's shadow as he examined the map
>on his computer, Twi had a photograph of the same eyes on a window, and various open tabs and images of photos taken by other people of the exact same drawings, seemingly everywhere in the world
>while this hadn't become a big creepypasta thing yet, this was the type of mystery that got him excited
>the style of each drawing was too similar to be a coincidence, and the scattered locations weren't too impossible in today's meta-reality
>especially given the abundance of them at STAR Academy making that much more likely
>could this be a speedster simply tagging the places they'd been in as a way to test their own speed?
>was it someone from magical studies conducting some kind of ritual, or maybe just trying to have fun with a new ARG?
>or maybe, just maybe, could this be something more sinister...

...ah-... nyaah-hyanmmmmmgh!
>Twi tried his best to stifle in a loud yawn, covering up his mouth to prevent it from being heard
>why did his yawns sound like that, anyway
>he couldn't go to sleep, not yet, so he got up from his seat to make his way towards the vending machines
>he'd have to get, like, five or six more cans to hopefully stay awake

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>Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Someone watched him, and that was wrong. He was the one who watched, and he was already doing that right now. Even as Twi watches him, he was watching Twi right back through the pictures on the laptop's screen.

>As Twi approached the vending machine, something rattled behind him. Aki loomed above, the twin mismatched eyes of his face gleaming in the cafeteria lights as they focused on him. All the eyes sprinkled all over his arms did so as well, even as they blinked in asynchronous waves. Each time one closed, it reopened to reveal a different one, often a familiar alien shape and color.

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>dumping a good number of coins into the machine, Twi pressed the button several times
>thanks to the whirring and heavy clunks of the machine, he didn't really seem to notice Aki approaching him from behind
>he just casually picked up all of the soda cans in his arms, stumbling a bit from the weight
>he could've used the shadows, sure, but whatever, he needed the physical exertion to stay awake
>now to just turn around and see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary as he made his way to-
>he squeaked loudly, because... well, how else are you supposed to react to that
>he'd seen a lot of strange people at STAR, but give him some kind of break!
>Twi was left staring for a bit, partially out of fear, but also fascination
>he wasn't really sure where to even stare at, what with all those eyes on display
>could this guy even see out of those gorilla arms?
>better safe than sorry, Twi choose to look up (and up... and up... and up...) at where the eyes are normally kept
U-Uhh... s-sorry, I, uhh... Iiiii'm... just about done!
>he started inching aside to let Aki use the vending machine
>that was what he wanted... right?
S-Sorry I took... so long...

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No no, it is fine, it is fine.

>From between large broad teeth, the voice comes as if from a distance. It's faint, raspy, and whispering. Even while he stands still and silent, the teeth move subtly with a scraping and clinking sound like shards of porcelain rubbing together.

Yes yes, very clever you. Watching and finding, yes yes. Knew some found the eyes, but you find them fast, yes yes. Fast and well.

>Aki steps past Twi, feeding a grubby bill into the machine and retrieving the largest bottle of Gatorade in the "some shade of blue" flavor the machine had.

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>"Knew some found the eyes, but you find them fast, yes, yes."
>Twi jolted again, but without any embarrassing squeaks this time
>this guy was behind all those eyes?
>...well, he certainly looked the part, he had to admit
>but how did he even know he'd found them?
>had he been spying on him all this time!?
>now he was definitely on guard
>he wasn't making any sudden movements, just remaining in place as the big gorilla got some Gatorade for himself
>...not really the kind of drink he pictured someone like him being into
>it's like seeing Jason Vorhees drink Dr. Pepper or something; very weird tonal mismatch
Uhh... s-so you're the one who drew all those eyes here...?
>was he a student?
>maybe a hall monitor?
I-I wouldn't say I was clever, really... just resourceful...
>having thirty or so shadow beings searching everywhere in the school counted as "resourceful", right?
Didn't... mean to interrupt anything... important you might be doing...

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Yes, yes. Little shadows dancing in the dark. Clever is as clever does, and clever uses all the little tricks it has, yes yes.

>Aki turned to face Twi once more, sitting back on his haunches like the ape his proportions made him resemble. He tilted his head, closely observing Twi, clearly looking him over at length.

Yes, yes. Drew the eyes, drew my eyes here, there, and everywhere.

>He lifted one of his hands, holding it up for Twi to see. The eyes blink at him, and Twi definitely spots a few as ones he'd seen painted on the walls both in STAR-A itself and in the pictures from around the world.

No, no. You are alright. Just... not used to being the one watched, no no. Watch and see, yes yes.

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>way more creepy than he had signed up to
>he didn't like the way he was looking at him
>watched too closely
>too interested
>reminded him too much of-...
>Twi looked at the blinking eyes on Aki's hand
>on most occasions, he'd say that looked totally sick
>but man, could he not get over how he was being stared at
>"Just... not used to being the one watched, no no."
>that didn't help disperse any kind of creepy-as-shit vibes he was getting

D-...Don't you think that's kinda rude...?
>he didn't really want to jump to many conclusions
>maybe he was just communicating himself poorly
>he just so happened to have hit a particular weak point in Twi's mental state, is all
...some people don't like being watched...

>he didn't really noticed he'd done it

>but the shadow beneath him had stretched behind Aki
>and in the puddle of darkness on the floor, countless ghostly eyes stared up at Aki, as if watching from inside a deep well
...s-so...you a student here, or-...or somethin'...?

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Yes, yes. I am here to watch and learn! Yes, yes! I am here to learn many things! A student, yes yes.

>Entirely failing to specify what and why he was learning, he tilted his hand back, holding it so the eyes on it could stare back at the countless eyes in the darkness. He cooed to himself, sounding somewhere between pigeon and something entirely alien, resonant and faintly gutteral.

No, no, not rude. Not rude. Don't tell anyone what I see, just watch and learn, yes yes. Won't even see me, yes yes.

>Using his free hand, he lifted the Gatorade bottle to his mouth and bit through the top of the bottle, chewing the plastic casually and pouring the contents into his mouth. Swallowing, he proceeded to throw the rest of the bottle into his gullet, chewing and eating it as casually as Twi would some candy.

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>despite Aki's assurance, Twi wasn't getting any less "reeeeal creepy" vibes from this whole thing
>but it's not like he'd found any eyes in any compromising positions anyway
>people-watching in hallways and public spaces wasn't technically a bad thing
Still kinda rude...
>he quietly muttered, but was better off just not thinking about it too hard
>Aki eating the Gatorade was mostly just really loud; Twi had been here long enough to see weirder
>there was a giant anteater dude running around eating bugs, so this was at least less disgusting than that
R-Right... so...
>he should probably just leave
>but Twi's curiosity was often in the driver seat
Wait, if you drew all of those eyes... what about the ones in whole different states, or continents?

Super-speed, or somethin'...?
>he wasn't sure how to feel thinking about this dude running around as fast as the Flash, to be honest

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No, no. Harder to explain.

>He raised a large hand, tilting it this way and that as if tugging at invisible strings. He inhaled in bursts, like sniffing without having a nose at all. It was almost like a cat somehow. He flicked a finger, and something shivered in a subtle way. Across the room, a salt shaker at one of the tables leaped a foot into the air and landed with a sharp thunk.

Little folds, shortcuts. Yes, yes. So many. Going everywhere.

>He leaned in towards Twi again, smile broad and gleaming.

Want to see?

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>Getting tossed out of bed by... the family lawyer? That's... new, and spoke of a rather unfortunate up bringing.

Ah, yes that would be a good idea. Just to say hello and let then know I've arrived for my first day if nothing else!

>With that out of the way, the undercover agent introduced herself.

I'm Veronica, as you've probably gathered, I'm an transfer student. I come from Canada.

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> The girl pauses and then smirks.

Some people think they'd be better off trying to pronounce my last name, then I say it's Chakravartin and they shut the hell up. I'm from Jersey.

> "Veronica", got it. Some covert training, had to airlift in to school, transfer student.

> Now to hope this girl doesn't actually know about her family, because that would be a whole new can of worms. One of the hired super-muscle families of the North American continent sending one of their kids to STAR-A? And her actually admitting it? That... Might actually get her recalled, shit.

> So here's really hoping, as they walked to the bus stop.

Nifty pocket, by the way. Pro tip: no flashy stuff in uniform. Makes the school look bad.

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>with the silence as it was, it took Janice a few moments to even realize that Albert had done anything

>she only stopped when she noticed the footsteps following her had stopped a few feet back, and turned around to face him (just a little irritated that he was delaying her escape to merciful warmth

>and then she just… stared for a moment

>why was he taking his shirt off? was he going to-?!
>wait, no
>he’s… holding it out to her

>and just as Albert generously extended the offer to help, Janice completely refused to take it

>once again her face flushed violently, and she turned on her heel and resumed speedwalking towards the bus stop


>of course, that was a total lie, given the way that she sat down on the bench and pulled her legs up beside her to tuck as much of her body under her dress and wrapped in her sweater as possible

>but Albert didn’t need to know that

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>Albert jolted at Janice's rather emphatic response, left holding his shirt as she nearly ran to the bus stop
>though in hindsight, he probably should've expected that, considering how she'd been acting all throughout the night
>as usual, his body was moving before his brain could stop and reconsider things, much to his chagrin
>so he simply resumed walking, following Janice to the bus stop, albeit at a slower pace to give her the space she wanted

>he soon took a seat beside her, taking a second to actually look at her to confirm what he could already assume

>she was lying out her teeth and was indeed pretty cold
>but trying to pester her about it and get her to reconsider seemed like a bad idea, and he just didn't want to get into a fight
>even while he still had some kind of suspicion about how this night was gonna end, leaving it be was still the better choice than making accusations

...too much?

>he broke the silence after a minute, figuring he could at least remark on how he was acting so that the tension wouldn't stay there

>part of him sort of considered continuing to be generous in an attempt to guilt her into talking, but he shoved that part right back down
>he was just gonna get Janice home, call it a night, and whatever happened happened
>although he did still have the flannel shirt off, leaving it on his lap now, in case Janice changed her mind


>although after another minute of waiting, he couldn't help but speak up again, still trying to diffuse the tension as best he could

Sorry, maybe ice cream wasn't th' best idea fer this weather...?
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>sure enough, Janice didn’t respond to the first question, at least not outwardly

>but internally, hell yes it was too much
>and she was still fucking freezing

>”Sorry, maybe ice cream wasn't th' best idea fer this weather...?”

>the response bluntly slipped out of her mouth before she could think

It wasn’t.

good ice cream though.

>and then, Janice just went right back to her tense silence

>judging by the way she was anxiously tapping her foot on the bench and the wary expression she was watching Albert with, she was getting impatient
>but for what?
>she had noticed the sudden turnaround in Albert’s demeanor, going from nervous and wimpy to cool and confident, and she wasn’t a fan of what it implied
>and with the offering-the-shirt bit, it was pretty clear that he was starting to put The Moves on
>and she was getting real fuckin’ tired of waiting for him to quit beating around the bush and show his true colors

...Why are you still being nice to me?

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>Albert didn't really say much else after Janice's blunt response, if only because her whispered remark reached his ears and prevented him from really being offended by it
>plus, it's not like he had planned this whole thing out, she was the one to put him on the spot and make him scramble for an idea
>so he simply let it go, looking away from Janice and letting his eyes wander down the street, waiting to see if and when the bus would arrive


>he'd almost thought of something else to say to break the silence (a remark on about how it was cooler than he expected, of all things) when Janice did it instead


>"Why are you still being nice to me?"


>Albert had looked to her as she spoke, and had a look of abject bewilderment after the question was asked

>which was carried through with his initial response

...why not?

>he paused for a second, then picked up his flannel shirt again, leaning forward to put it back on while he continued

I mean...jus' because y' don't want t' be here with me doesn't mean I can't try t' be nice anyway, does it?

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