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Current tbh a death threat was not on my 2023 bingo
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man if you’re just gonna fucking admit it what’s the point. go touch grass. don’t kill your roommate.
2 yrs ago
ANOTHER ONE?!?!
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holy shit roommate murder guy went off
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2 yrs ago
announcing intent to murder is pretty juicy, tbh
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Jamie read the texts before she sped off towards H.E.R.O One in her car. Choices, choices, choices... gosh. She tapped her finger against her chin, thinking. Stopping a drug trade sounded like it would do a lot of good. Drugs hurt people, right? Right. On the other hand, a bank robbery wasn't really a good option, since she had a track record of bringing down banks. But the lizard... it wasn't human, so she wouldn't have to hold back. And it wouldn't offer any chance of accidental destruction, something that she needed to avoid today. She tightened her hands on the steering wheel, taking a left towards the bridge to Savior Island. Lizard it was. At a red light, Jamie texted him back.

be there in 5

lizard pls
Jamie


5 minutes later, Jamie parked in front of H.E.R.O One. Somehow, she had managed to not go over the speed limit this time. In fact, she had restrained herself from slamming the on the gas pedal too hard on the bridge- better not to get pulled over and ticketed right before a mission. She opened her car door and stepped out, and then popped open the trunk to grab her freshly dry-cleaned costume. After the Ambleweed job, it had been covered in all sorts of icky plant goo and had needed a wash badly, so she had sent it off to the dry cleaner's. But now it smelt weird. Like, clean. But, still, she had to change into it for work.

Jamie waved to the receptionist as she came into the building, and he greeted her right back with a smile on his face. She took the elevator up to the second floor and went into the bathroom to change. She laid out her costume, and sighed at the sight of it. Ugh. Why did they have to make my costume so complicated? In truth, it wasn't that complex of a thing. ts base was a two piece black bodysuit, the first piece reaching from chin to mid-thigh and the second going from lower thigh to feet. She squirmed into it. There were orange-yellowish gauntlets and leg braces, too, that acted as both an arm brace and as an absorber for the vibrations that would normally pass through her body and break her bones. She had bulky, tinted swim goggles mounted on her face purely for coolness factors. Hanging those around her neck and tying her hair into a high ponytail, the costume was complete.

She raced up the stairs to the third floor, not bothering with the elevator. It had definitely been more than five minutes, now, and she hadn't wanted to keep Blake waiting in the first place. Seeing him, she ran over, waving.

"Hey, Blake! Sorry, had to change..." Jamie gestured to her costume and smiled. "You picked the lizard job, right? Ready to go?

@Hitman






"Oh, thank god, there's not a party," Patricia muttered under her breath as Brie put down the manila folder. The idea of having a party at H.E.R.O. One while Powers was gone had genuinely terrified her, probably more than the idea of going undercover in the mafia.

Wait, that was wrong. Going undercover in the mafia was definitely more scary. As Brie spoke, Patricia's worry about the mission grew. Then, she paged through the gigantic manila folder, and it skyrocketed. These guys were clearly not to be fucked with, and... they were about to fuck with them. Patricia definitely trusted Brie- as one of her closer friends at H.E.R.O., at least- but she knew that the girl had her faults. She could be reckless, destructive. Plus, she had invited Tom on an undercover mission. That said a lot about her sense. And, even if she would trust Tom, Angelica, and Brie with her life (which she would), there were so many other things that could go wrong. These people were going after heroes- kidnapping them, taking them off the streets. What if they were found, kidnapped, never heard from again? Tortured or killed or something worse?

As her nervousness ballooned, Patricia kept stress-eating Angelica's sandwich triangle things. Pretty soon, she had eaten two entire plates, and she blushed and attempted to hide them behind herself. During the planning process, she contributed a lot- told them that they needed to rent an apartment in Brookside, get food and bedding, establish disguises, get really good fake IDs, buy new clothes, and figure out how to infiltrate the Gugliano compound to get the information she needed.

At the end of it, Patricia grabbed her burner phone and headed toward the door. She nodded at Brie's re-affirmation. "Mhm. Let's get going, we don't wanna burn daylight. You can keep the candy, Angelica, as a thanks."

@Danvers @Amethyst @KaijuBaragon



It was springtime, and Jamie barely had enough money to buy an Egg McMuffin.

The superheroine known as Quake stomped out of the McDonald's with a scowl on her face and a breakfast sandwich in her hand. What did they mean, she didn't have enough money on her card for a McFlurry? There was no way that she could be that poor. It must've been a mistake, a miscalculation, she thought. An error. Maybe if she tried again, it would work! In fact, she turned around right there and went back in to try again. After all, third time's the charm. Surely that applied to debit cards, too.

The glass door opened with a whoosh, letting in the chilly air of April. At the sound, the cashier turned to look, a smile on his face. But that smile quickly turned to an exasperated look at the sight of Jamie. He was a young man in his teens, all pimply and gross. It was the third time she had tried to buy a milkshake in 10 minutes, and he did not look like he wanted to try to run her card through the machine again. Even though she absolutely noticed his negative reaction, Jamie still sidled up to the counter, trying to look as casual as she possibly could. God, she really wanted this milkshake.

"Hi, could I have the Oreo McFlurry, please-" Jamie started, putting on her best smile.

"Ma'am, please." The teenager seemed to wilt as he tried to look anywhere but at her face. "Your card's been denied twice already. We accept all other forms of payment, you know."

Jamie sighed, holding out her card. "Just run it again!"

The cashier reluctantly took it from her hands and ran it through the machine. Jamie crossed her fingers, hoping hoping hoping and... declined. Her heart plummeted, and she scowled, ripping her card from the cashier's hands. Either this machine had a bias against her, or she was truly out of money. Her face went red as everybody in the store stared at her, some people mumbling words of pity or words of condemning. She seethed. She wasn't unemployed! She wasn't homeless, down on her luck! She was a superhero, goddamnit. As she stomped out of the McDonald's and back to her car, she wondered where she had gone wrong. She had gone on at least four jobs in the last two weeks, not even counting patrols! And, plus, that huge Ambleweed job-

Oh, shit. The Ambleweed job. The meeting this morning that Powers had held. That's why she didn't have any money. Now in the driver's seat of her car, she winced as she remembered the total of five buildings that she had collapsed, the streets that were destroyed. But... but she had killed the Ambleweeds! They were dead. Nobody had been able to get to to the big villain, but did that matter? So what, the buildings had been destroyed? She still should've been paid. But her paycheck had been more than halved- quartered. Which meant she was completely out of money. Unless she could figure out a way to make more...

Having a good thought for once, Jamie pulled her cellphone from her pocket, opening up her Contacts. Who to call, who to call... someone smart. Someone who could handle a big job, one that would net them a lot of money. Enough money for her to be able to buy McFlurries again. Blake! She should text Blake.

i need money wanna go on a job text me back pls
Jamie


She hit send, grinning. This would be so good!

@Hitman






The worst thing in Patricia's life was, by far, algebra. Sure, being a superhero was hard, and dangerous, and exhausting, and so was having a dad that was a literal serial killer, but algebra just sucked on another level. It was just... so... boring! And hard. Why did she need it at all? She was a superhero, goddamnit, not planning to be an accountant. But dropping out would be a huge mistake, as she reminded herself nearly every day. If she ever lost her job for some reason, she'd need an education to fall back on.

Didn't mean that it wasn't mind-numbingly boring. Patricia slammed her laptop closed and fell back onto her bed. She screamed into her pillow. she probably would've actually understood the course a little better had she actually been able to attend the live lesson this morning. Instead, she was stuck at a stupid mandatory hero meeting, listening to Powers lecture everyone about the disaster that had been the Ambleweed infestation. Safety and responsibility were good values that she tried her best to uphold, but, really, what was the point in lecturing everybody in the agency if most of them hadn't even committed the damage? She hadn't done anything particularly damning, after all. And ICOSA intervening? She fumed just thinking about it. What assholes. At first, she had thought good of them, but, now, having seen the reality of hero work, Patricia couldn't help but think badly of them. A bunch of nosy, patronizing assholes, the lot of them.

It was time for a break. Patricia hopped off of her bed and left her room, braving the minefield that was the living room. Sneak past her mother and her mother's boyfriend on tip-toes and take a left to inch her way into the kitchen. Open the pantry, take a look... sweet! Chips' Ahoy! She ripped open the container, ready for sweet sugary goodness, only to find... nothing. It was empty. Who the fuck leaves an empty container in the pantry? Her face turned from hopeful to scowling in seconds, and she threw the container into the trash, making a loud noise.

"Patti, is that you?!" yelled a loud, male voice from the living room.

Oh, goddamnit. "... Yeah!" she hollered back, wincing.

"Be a sweetheart and get me a beer, will ya?"

Patricia's scowl deepened, and she threw open the fridge, taking out a beer and marching over to the man. Larry. A fat, middle-aged guy that had been lazing around in their apartment for months. Just another asshole. As much as Patricia loved her mother, she had terrible taste in men. Probably the one who had left the container of cookies empty in the pantry. She dropped the beer in his lap and turned, speedwalking as fast as she could back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Better not to talk to him.

Patricia dropped back onto her bed, sighing again. So much for a snack. She could still take a break, though... Opening her computer back up, Patricia went to YouTube and clicked on one of her favorite playlists- the Hadestown musical, one of the best things ever made, in her opinion. Eva Noblezada was a goddess among men. Pressing play, she laid back onto her pillows, contentedly listening.

Then, the playlist was interrupted by a text. Patricia ground her teeth but pressed pause in the middle of Wedding Song, opening the message. It was from Brie, and... oh God. A party?! At the absolute worst place possible? She gasped aloud. Okay, okay, she could fix this. Dissuade them. She could stop them! Angelica's house, Angelica's house... She opened up the H.E.R.O database, entering Wish into the search tab and crossing her fingers. Her address was... okay, that was kind of close to Patricia's own apartment. Just a 10-minute walk, plus time needed to go to the corner store and buy snacks. Brie never joked about snacks. Patricia stuffed her things into her backpack, swung it over her shoulder, and practically ran out the door, sprinting down the stairs and onto the street.

The corner store down the street would probably be a good place to start. She pushed open the door, bell jingling as she entered. In a rush, she grabbed a bag of watermelon Sour Patch Kids and a bag of off-brand Cheeto Puffs from the shelves, and paid for them hurriedly. She was out of the store in less time than it had taken her to get there, and speed-walked all the way to Angelica's apartment building.

As she walked into the building, Patricia noticed Tom by the elevator, looking a little confused. Of course- hadn't he been on the group message? At least he had a teensy bit of sense compared to some other people. Hopefully she would be able to convince Brie to not have this party, or, at least, to leave her out of it.

As she brushed past Tom, Patricia said, "Apartment #305." Hopefully he got it. Getting onto the elevator, she pressed the button for the fifth floor. Angelica's apartment building wasn't that bad. Maybe a little nicer than her own.

When she got to the door of what she was 75% sure was Angelica's apartment, Patricia rapped demandingly on the door. "It's Patricia Donnelly, Aria, from work? Brie sent me a text message to meet here?" Then, she ceased knocking and waited for the door to open.

@Danvers@Amethyst@KaijuBaragon
Time: 5:31 PM, Monday
Location: Campus Commons
Interacting: Aaliyah @Aurora Primrose and Echo @Amethyst, mentions Mia @VampireOracle, any observers.

At Echo's suggestion, Naomi's panic calmed. Going to the library would fix it. Nobody would suspect her if she had simply had to leave the green to calm down, and, plus, she wouldn't have to be around while the prank irritated everyone else. And, when the clocks were eventually found, she wouldn't have to lie when someone inevitably told. Yes, that would fix it. Not completely, but she would feel calmer than she did in the swell of students. She released her vice grip on Echo's jacket and raised her head to sit on their shoulder. Still laughing (well, more like hyperventilating), she took a deep breath. Then another. They were labored, almost gasping breaths, but got in air nonetheless.

"Y-yeah. Pl-please?" she said between gasps. She shut her eyes closed and inhaled shakily again. Why couldn't she just calm down? It shouldn't be that hard. But the idea of getting into trouble petrified her. Every time she thought of it, she felt a rising nausea and an almost uncontrollable urge to flee or cry. Maybe this prank hadn't been such a great idea. But, then again, maybe it would pay off. Maybe she would laugh for real later.

Just as she was calming, Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder. Her breath hitched in her throat and she whirled around, only to see a person who was probably one of the worst people to be behind her behind her. It was Aaliyah Meadows, one of the debate coaches. Fuck. Naomi's expression twisted into one of absolute and utter terror as her laughter (no, definitely hyperventilation) hitched up again. They were so dead. Aaliyah was a college student, and she would definitely tell. Oh, Jesus. She noted cheerleaders behind them, starting to root through bushes and look under picnic tables for the sources of the sounds. They were in for it now.

Clinging to Echo's shoulders even more now, Naomi managed to squeak out a few sentences between gasps. "Aa-Aaliyah! I-I swear, we d-didn't do an-anything, I swear-" Then, her panicked gasps were cut off by Echo and she nodded along to what they said, trying to smile convincingly. They were in such deep shit if Aaliyah didn't believe them.
This looks really interesting. I'll have to see about joining but I just might!
I have never roleplayed in the Recollections Universe but I ADORE witch covens. Would we get to roleplay the witches themselves, or are they the villains?
Time: 5:19 PM -> 5:28 PM
Location: Campus Commons
Interacting: Echo Gallagher @Amethyst; any observers.

Naomi thought for a moment, drumming her fingers on her thighs. She bit her lip and stared off into space. The exciting feelings that she had felt moments before were abating quickly as the minutes rolled on. It occurred to her, that, if they did get into trouble, and if they were caught, she would just end up making a scene in front of everybody else. Snot, tears, hyperventilation- the whole works. The mere thought filled her with dread. She couldn't bear to be embarrassed like that in front of everyone. Her thoughts went on and on like this, taking her to worse and worse places. In her imagination, she cried in front of the seniors, was made fun of so viciously that she had to leave the school, and, worst of all, went home. Logically, she knew this was unlikely and that, if caught, they would just receive a detention, but her anxious thoughts just ballooned until she felt like she was being crushed by a thousand stones and she couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe-

Echo snapped her out of it, interrupting her anxious dilemma by asking something that she could actually talk about. "Um, yeah, she responded, gasping for breath a little. "There's, this, uh, this girl in my history class? APUSH, actually, this year. Her name was Alice. Seemed a bit stand-offish... we got partnered together for icebreakers, and she wasn't too nice, but that's to be expected." Now scanning the crowd for any new students, Naomi noticed someone sprinting towards the green from the auditorium. She pointed, directing Echo's gaze. "Maybe we should try to make friends with some freshmen this year?" she suggested.

Just then, the speech started, and Naomi went quiet. "Me too, she whispered back to Echo. As her anxiety rushed back in like a tidal wave, Naomi gripped Echo's forearm tightly with her gloved hands. She didn't let go. She could vaguely feel heat radiating off her in blasts, but ignored it, focusing entirely on the speech. The strategy worked for a minute or two- before the alarm clocks went off. Her eyes went wide in fear, and, then, to her surprise, she started laughing. It wasn't a normal laugh by any means. No, this was a maniacal laugh, a crazed laugh, but she couldn't stop. Her nails sunk into her friend's arm, hands heating up, as she tried to stop, nestling her head into Echo's shirt. She was really hoping that no one would notice, but, looking up, she noticed multiple kids staring at her.

Shit.
This looks pretty cool! Just might join if I come up with a good character.
Quake


Cooking scrambled eggs was a feat that required immense focus. At least, for Jamie Stewart, it was. She could hardly make them without burning herself and the steps often boggled her mind, but, alas, she was out of money for Egg McMuffins, and scrambled eggs would have to make do. Burnt scrambled eggs, that was. Very, very burnt scrambled eggs. Jamie was currently making scrambled eggs, even though it was noon, because she could think of nothing else to eat. She hummed a song while she stood over the stove. It was some sort of inane pop song. Probably one of Starbright's, actually- his songs tended to pop up more often than not on her playlists.

While she was stabbing the eggs into little bits with her spatula, an alarm went off on her phone. As you do, Jamie immediately dropped the spatula and wandered over to her phone, picking it up only to see Powers's face plastered across the little screen. She listened aptly, completely forgetting about her scrambled eggs and her very on stove. Ambleweeds, huh... She could help with that, right? Blast them apart, open up the ground underneath them and crush them. And, if people were being hurt... Yes. I'll go do that! She threw on her tennis shoes (without socks, of course), grabbed her car keys, and ran out the door, descending the staircase of her apartment complex like a speed demon. Boy was she glad she had been able to get her license back, or she would have had to call Rune again! And he was not happy the last time...

Jamie, like always, drove to New Athens like a fucking crazy person. She ran red lights without a care in the world, nearly ran over several old ladies, and got at least three middle fingers on the way. But... she got there fast! It only took her about ten minutes to arrive, and when she did, she pulled over in the middle of the street right in front of some Ambleweeds, the tires on her car making a screeching noise as she did so. She flung open the car door and stepped out, and then threw her hands in front of her and woosh... a blast of concussive vibrational force burst from her fingertips, shredding the Ambleweeds in mere seconds. And, of course, wrecking the street, but who cared about some street?

After she was done shredding all the Ambleweeds she could see, Jamie ditched her car, running forward towards the action that she could hear in the streets beyond where she was. She could always find her car later! After all, a car sitting square in the middle of a four-lane road wasn't inconspicuous. She ran through several waves of Ambleweeds like this- shred, move on. Shred, move on. It went on like this for a while- an efficient, but not particularly destructive strategy.



@Hitman

How's this?
Aria @canaryrose and Hound @datadogie


Patricia and Jade had been standing there, in the alleyway by the jewelry store, for quite a bit. At least an hour or two of lying in wait. The authorities had been tracking a minor C-Tier villain’s activities for a few months, and they believed he was going to hit this particular store next. The man (The Fist, as he called himself- how tacky, Patricia thought) seemed to like jewels. Or, at least, thought stealing them would rake in cash. Unfortunately for him, he would be losing all that hard-earned cash soon enough. Patricia and Jade, hiding on the fire escape in costume, had just seen him enter the building. And, by the sounds of things, he had already started his work. They had heard a gunshot a few minutes ago, and were just waiting for him to exit the building so they could subdue him without any hostages getting in the way. Or, more accurately, so they could avoid Hugo Powers docking their paychecks for hurting a few civilians.

Patricia (or Aria, as she called herself in costume) stood on the fire escape watching what she could see of the entrance to the building intently. She sipped on a bottle of water. “C’mon,” she whined. She thumped her left foot impatiently, arms crossed. “This guy has to be done by now, right? It can’t take that long to steal a few necklaces and some rings and to empty the cash register. He’s wasting our time.”

“Maybe an Ambleweed sprouted up inside and got him before we could,” Jade jokes, shrugging her shoulders. She was watching the entrance to the building and listening for any sign that something could be coming through the fire escape. The police had been advised to hold back, so that The Fist could believe himself able to escape and so move himself into a place where the civilians weren’t in the line of fire. The problem, Jade thought, was that she had no idea how long the authorities would actually hold themselves back. Indeed, as she watched the entrance, she half expected a few of their cars, sirens and all, to pull up and block The Fist inside the building. That wouldn’t make things any easier.

The young woman felt half-inclined to start pacing, but had decided against it. She wasn’t the type to do such a thing, though they had been waiting in the alley for quite a while now. “And before you forget, remember; whatever you do, don’t kill me with your singing. I’ll try and deafen myself, but there’s no guarantees.” Jade points out calmly. Just thinking about it made one of her canine ears twitch a little.

At that, Jade earned a hard glare and a scowl from Patricia. “Thanks for your confidence in my abilities,” she said rather dryly, turning around to look at her. “I’m assuming that you bought the earbuds I recommended?” Without waiting for a nod, she continued, “Well, those should be fine, but, if they for some miraculous reason do not work or fall out, you’ll just fall down and take an impromptu nap. No need to insult me.”

Raising her hands in surrender, Jade replies, “Hey, I have complete confidence in your abilities. I don’t have confidence in my abilities to try and tune you out.” She reaches into her pocket, withdrawing a plastic zip-locked baggie with the earbuds (and a spare pair) inside. “Or in the earbuds’ ability to deafen me. Have you seen my ears?”

“They’re clay earbuds!” Patrica whisper-shouted, gesturing at the bag. They were, in fact, clay- extremely moldable, a characteristic that Patricia had thought would help them to adjust as Jade switched between forms. “And, even if they don’t work, you wouldn’t get that hurt. I’ve never killed anyone, and don’t plan to start anytime soon. You will be fine. Just put them in when we get down.”

For a few moments, Jade just stared at the bag. She would sooner eat a live octopus than put the earbuds in her canine ears, and even then, would probably prefer to live as someone’s dog for a week rather than have them in while she switched forms into whichever form would be best for the situation. They didn’t look comfortable. She had a feeling that the designers probably made them that way to save money. She slips the baggie back into her pocket. “At least if I do end up falling asleep, it’ll be to your voice rather than that of Starbright’s. Imagine if he had the same ability with his voice as you do.”

Patricia snorted, then grinned, mood lightened by the thought. Or, rather, mood lightened by her unconquered despising of Starbright- and enjoyment of making fun at his expense. “Dear God, Jade, that’s a horrible thing to think about!” She laughed, resting her head in her hand. “He’d be so bad at this. His voice has the emotional range of a fish.”

Just then, the door to the jewelry store banged open. Abandoning their conversation, Patricia slipped on her mask and gestured at Jade to put the earbuds in, which the other woman did promptly. The heroes hurried down the fire escape to intercept The Fist before he made it to his getaway car, taking two steps at a time. They sprinted around the corner of the building and stepped into his path, directly blocking his way to the street.

“The Fist-” Patricia started, and then realized she had no idea what she was going to say. Fuck. “-you’re under arrest. P-please surrender, or else… you’ll be in a world of hurt.” There. That had sounded firm, hadn’t it?

The gargantuan man stared at the two for a second, bewildered, before his face split into a grin, and he began to laugh. “I’d like to see you try, little missy.” And then, without warning, he took a swing at Patricia, and the battle began

Patricia clumsily dodged the punch, his fist missing her by only a hair. But, luckily the goal here wasn’t for Patricia to fight him herself- it was for Jade to distract him while Patricia sung her song, putting The Fist to bed. So, she began her song. It wasn’t her best work, but her best work was never done while dodging punches, so it would have to do. It was a low, soothing melody, the kind that wormed your way into your brain and slept there.

The Fist seemed to know what was up, at least, somewhat. A few moments into the singing he was starting to feel some kind of effect on himself, and promptly proceeded to place his hands on his ears. Despite being called The Fist, his feet and kicks seemed to still have power to them - at least, by the fact he was now switching to kick rather than punches for the benefit of his occupied hands, that was most likely the case. It was when a pair of large, clawed hands grabbed him that he suddenly looked to his second adversary. Jade was uncomfortable with the earbuds in, but that hadn’t stopped her from changing form - into a werewolf at that, so that she could utilise the strength of the form to try and get his hands away from his ears.

Jade pulled with her might, however she was only half-focusing on his hands for now - she wanted him to gain some distance from Patricia. The pair quickly involved themselves in an active fight, with Jade throwing beastial punches and getting a few kicks in her midsection in return, each one almost completely throwing her off balance. This lasted for about a minute before Jade grew fed up with the lack of process and clicked open a tiny portion of her Feral Mind, just enough to give her a hint as to how to properly utilise her current form in the situation.

Perhaps a more cat-like form would have pushed for clawing his eyes out, but with the feral part of her mind clicking onto the fact that she was a werewolf, her muzzle leapt forward, clamping her teeth around The Fist’s forearm with a canine growl as she tried to wrench his hand from his ear. The result was mediocre, with The Fist’s own strength assisting him greatly - it didn’t stop the pair from tumbling onto the ground with the werewolf on top.

Well away from The Fist and Jade (although still quite within audible range) Patricia’s song got louder and louder. She was trying so hard to worm her way into his head, and she could feel it working. But his hands blocked a lot of the sound that would have, otherwise, knocked him out in 15 seconds flat. So, she sang. But by the minute mark, she was starting to feel a little out of breath. She would have to breathe soon, or risk being stopped for too long- but didn’t want to, for fear it would unravel her progress.

The Fist slipped up a few times. When he was tussling with Jade on the ground, he took one hand off of his ears to block his face from her claws. That helped immensely. He felt the effects even stronger in the next few moments- his vision grew spotty and blurred, but he immediately clamped his hand back onto his head resolutely. Then, a second time, he moved a hand to punch Jade on instinct, but quickly clamped it back onto his head.

The third time was about two minutes into their fight, and also was the end of it. Finding no other feasible way to fend off the vicious werewolf clawing at his face, he threw a right hook- and then Patricia had him in her claws.

“Stop,” she called out to him. Her voice rang out, almost sounding melodic itself. As she thought he would, he did so rather reluctantly and turned to look at her. Then, she commanded, “Sleep.”

The Fist felt strangely tired for a moment- the kind of weariness he might have felt after a long day at work, the kind of weariness where he could barely keep his eyes open. Then he dropped to the ground, fully unconscious.

Jade followed The Fist down to the ground, but thankfully not from unconsciousness. The werewolf sniffed and prodded at the unconscious body, trying to determine as if he really was asleep or if he was just faking it out to make the pair stop fighting him and perhaps grant him some kind of advantage. After a final few prods, Jade was satisfied. Reaching into her mind, she shoved the part of her Feral Mind that she had released back into its cage. Even a small amount of ferality being free could mess her up somehow if she allowed it to do so. Shapeshifting back into her normal form, she gave the sleeping man a prod with her foot. “Out cold,” Jade notes, as if it wasn’t obvious. She gave a smile cast toward Patricia. “Want to call the cops in, now?”

Patricia nodded, giving her own genuine smile in return. She got out her phone, tapping out a text to the officers waiting nearby. Then, she approached Jade, stepping over The Fist. “See, you didn’t pass out-”

“Sorry Trish? You’re going to have to speak up, I can’t hear you!” Jade interrupts, shrugging her shoulders at the teenager.

Patricia gave a loud sigh at the interruption. “TAKE THE EAR PLUGS OUT!” shesaid, practically shouting, gesturing at her own ears.

Jade’s eyebrows raised in response and she moved her hands to her own ears to quickly remove the earplugs. “Oh! Sorry, I forgot I had them in!” The woman replies. Her lips formed an apologetic smile at Patricia.

“It’s alright,” she said, giving a smile of relief. “You’re gonna want to keep those if you want to keep working with me, you know.” She gestured at the ear plugs, but then quickly backpedaled, face turning red. “I mean, that is, if you wanted to do that again. I thought it went really well, but I don’t know about you.”

The woman tilted her head for a moment, placing a hand on her chin as if she was having to think really hard about it, before laughing and placing her hand on Patricia’s shoulder. “You did amazing, girl. I’d love to work with you some more!” Jade replies, smiling widely. In truth, Jade had been a little worried that Patricia would accidentally put her to sleep, but she had the foresight to make sure that Jade had earplugs and she had managed to do her part of the work flawlessly. “I think that went very well.”

Patricia actually beamed for a moment, before remembering herself and slipping back into a more neutral face. It was always a good day when she finished a job like this- no collateral damage, no injuries, and a clear win. And when she had a new person to work with. She had attempted a job alone, once, and it… had not gone well. Working with someone else was always the best option for her, and it didn’t help when the person she was working with was someone she didn’t like, or wouldn’t remember ear plugs. “Great! Well-”

Patricia was interrupted by two loud alarms- one from her own phone and one from Jade’s. She raised a brow, and took it out, only to see Hugo Powers’s face staring out at her. He was going on about a pack of Ambleweeds, and by the time he had said the name of the Leftover, she had tuned out. She was probably the most useless hero when it came to those things.

When the broadcast ended and her phone went back to its normal mode, she cleared her throat and spoke up again. “I was just about to say we should head back. Are you gonna go deal with this, instead?”

To tell the truth, Jade was unsure if she too felt like heading back or if she should try and deal with the Ambleweeds. She thought back for a moment about her joke of The Fist taking so long because he had gotten caught by an Ambleweed - she had been joking about that, and she supposed that karma had just decided to strike. Patricia’s singing was unlikely to do a lot to help, and Jade didn’t have too many forms that would be efficient in taking them out without risking herself a lot. She could turn herself into a Phoenix and set them alight, but that would require flying around them and possibly getting herself not just bitten but eaten. And she didn’t exactly want to see her paycheck drop into the bill for damage caused by out-of-control fire. That was Blake, Firebird’s, job.

Tapping her lip to think, Jade shakes her head. “No, I’m not going back. At the very least, we can control the panic that the Ambleweeds will cause. I imagine that such a situation might mean a little bit of anarchy and chaos, and I’d hate to see a bunch of gangsters using the opportunity to tear up and rob some of my favourite shops. And you can come too, if you want to help. You might just earn some extra cash,” she points out with a smile. Money was definitely a motivator.

After a second of pondering, Patricia nodded. Jade did have a good point- there were certainly more things to do than beating up Ambleweeds there. “You make a good argument. I’ll come with, then.”

Leaving the Fist and the police behind, the two heroes headed to the area where the Ambleweeds were said to be.
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