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With Dart answering his question in the affirmative, Werelight nodded, his excitement increasing slightly. Maybe he could do something useful during this mission, perhaps even something critical if it ended up working.

Of course, he was nowhere near Spindle at the moment--he didn't even have a clear line of sight--and he had more important things to worry about. As Dart launched herself into the air, Werelight sent out his orb, directing it to ram the anchor points any nearby clusters of wires that looked especially important. He wasn't sure whether his orb would be able to break through the cables themselves, but he might have more luck going after the surfaces they were attached to.

A past warning from a fellow member of the Youth Guard about collateral damage floated through his head, but he dismissed it. This situation was too dangerous to hold back in, and besides, he didn't trust their advice all that much anymore.

Dart's landing made Werelight retreat a step--her power was impressive to watch in person--but his orb continued moving without interruption.

“Yes! Perfect shot!” She cheered out, though she’d been nearly a meter off where she had actually been aiming, she raised her fist triumphantly then turned to face the rest of her team.


"Nice one!" Werelight exclaimed. Not all of the wires Calvinball hit had broken, but if the frost nearby was any indication...

With a thought, his orb darted over to the point of impact, smashing through the brittle cluster of wires and trying to sever as many of them as possible. Odds were good that they would've broken anyway in the near future, but he wanted to make sure on the off chance that Spindle could somehow hold them together.


“Oh just my power having a sense of humor you know? I need a way to make things stick or stop and my shard wants to push me as close to single digits in kelvin as I’ve ever felt! All while I’m seeing all kinds of new capes and hostages that I really don’t want to end up accidentally freezing or blowing up. Funny right?”


Werelight winced in sympathy. "Tell me about it. Sometimes, my power seems like it's trying to help me...and the rest of the time, it's trying to stir up trouble."

He glanced uneasily at his orb, some tiny part of him worried that it would object to his statement, but it remained stationary. It had never responded to speech before; it probably wasn't going to start doing that anytime soon. Whatever intelligence controlled it didn't speak English. Or maybe it just didn't care about what Werelight's opinion of it.

Before he could say anything else to Calvinball, Dart started moving forward, forcing Werelight to hurry to catch up. He brought his orb up to hover a foot or two in front of him, ready to catch him if he fell or to shove him out of the way of incoming attacks.

I still haven't really done anything, Werelight thought to himself, and my main power isn't going to be all that useful against Spindle's wires. My Master power, though... "Dart," he asked quietly, "do you know if it's safe to use my secondary power on Spindle? I'm not sure how it would interact with her power, so it might not be a good idea to try it, but the option's there."


Werelight searched for a familiar term to describe the current situation, and found one after a few seconds. Mood whiplash, that was it.

Although Slingshot seemed less than appreciative of the helicopter ride, Werelight found that it had had the opposite effect on him. He'd always enjoyed flying, and although he could move himself around with his orb to an extent, he didn't really trust it enough to take it as high as the helicopter went. While the sound of the blades drowned out all noise apart from the chatter over the headphones, Werelight looked out at the city and let the worst of his excitement and anxiety fade as the buildings passed by below. Seeing the city laid out around him like this, even though he knew that he was headed into danger, made him relax for reasons that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Why? he'd wondered to himself. Was it the knowledge that for the first time, he was going to really going to be a hero, that he'd be following in his sister's too-empty footsteps? Was it that seeing the city like this--the place that it was his job to defend--gave things a new sense of scale? Something else? All of the above?

By the time he disembarked, he hadn't made up his mind, and most of the adrenaline that he'd felt when he first made his way into the helicopter had faded. He concealed a small grin when Calvinball nearly clotheslined herself on her seatbelt in her hurry to get out. If only that could've been a different Ward. From what he could tell, Calvinball was nice; the same couldn't be said about most of his fellows.

And then not even a few seconds later, the attack had happened. Werelight's orb practically exploded out of him, coming to an abrupt halt between him and the nearest wires as he scrambled backwards a few steps, but nothing hit it. The attack stopped a few moments later.

Now the adrenaline was back.

For a few moments after, Werelight's orb hung in front of him protectively, responding instinctively. It drifted back toward him once it was clear that the danger wasn't immediate.

His shield wasn't going to help much, Werelight thought to himself as he looked at it. Not against that. No, he'd be better off without either it or the harness--they'd get in the way if he wanted to use his secondary power. He'd keep the harness ready, though, in case moving on foot wasn't going to be enough.

Werelight's thoughts were interrupted by a newcomer.

"I hope I'm not intruding by barging in like this, but would you mind it terribly if I skipped the line a little bit?"


A civilian? No, not wearing clothes like that. Not if they were barefoot in the city.

Werelight's orb drifted closer to him, not quite touching his hands but getting close enough that he'd be able to brush it casually. He wasn't sure whether this newcomer was going to cause any problems, but if it turned out that they were only putting themselves at risk, he might be able to get them to move with his secondary power. Hopefully things wouldn't come to that.

He kept his orb nearby as wires sprang up in Enki's vicinity and his senior teammates rose into the air. Time for negotiations, apparently. But...Werelight couldn't deny that he'd be disappointed if that's how it ended.

Again, that paradoxical desire for things to get worse so he'd have a chance to make them better.

"Oh...that's not good," he heard Calvinball mutter next to him. Turning his head, Werelight saw that she was holding a small projectile between her hands.

"What is it?" he asked, bringing himself out of his thoughts. "And do you know who that new guy is?" he added more quietly.


After following Dart, Werelight climbed into the helicopter, his thoughts overlaid with a mixture of worry and anticipation. This was his chance to accomplish something, to really start his career as a hero. He wasn't sure how useful his power would be in this situation, but a large part of him was hoping he'd get a chance to use his Master power to resolve the hostage situation. That would be risky, though. He'd have to be careful--and his power would have to listen to him.

Werelight took a moment to prod at his power experimentally. It was active, but not attempting to force its way out of him. That was a good sign.

Nearby, one of the other Junior Guard members, Calvin Ball, was mouthing something he couldn't make out. A prayer? He contemplated asking her for a couple of seconds, but decided against it--anything he said would be broadcast to everyone else in the helicopter, and if she wanted to keep quiet about it, that was fine with him.


Near the edge of the lecture hall, a young man wearing a black, white, and purple costume was resisting the urge to start bouncing his leg. Damien—no, Werelight when he was in costume, he needed to get in the habit of switching between his ordinary name and his cape name—didn’t find the speech boring, but listening to speakers and attending meetings wasn’t quite what he’d expected when he signed up for the Junior Guard.

He hadn’t expected the borderline hostility that he’d received from his fellow group members and its administrators, either. His team leader had reminded him of that yesterday when he claimed that the invitation Werelight had received was most likely sent to him by accident, and that he wasn’t important enough to attend the meeting. Werelight hadn’t trusted him. Sure enough, he hadn’t been summarily tossed out of the meeting when he had shown up anyway. He wasn’t even the only member of the Junior Guard present. He did receive a few looks, but Werelight was a relatively new cape; he was confident that was enough to explain it.

Werelight’s musings were interrupted by Director Banks’ introduction. One line in particular stood out to him.

"We need the Final Guard. To put it bluntly, we've needed them for a while, but the governor is a busy lady."

Finally, Werelight thought to himself.

Ever since he joined the Junior Guard, his new life had consistently failed up to his ideals. His foster parents were...unenthusiastic, and depressingly bad at cooking; the other members of the Guard had their own issues; and his and his team’s opportunities to make a real impact on Samekh had been few and far between. But this speech—delivered with the Director’s weight of authority—was a possible sign that things would change for the better. He hadn’t mentioned the Junior Guard so far, but the Final Guard was going to be called upon to take action, which meant that the Juniors would most likely be next. Right?

Werelight’s power stirred inside of him. Immediately, he focused on his attention on it, worried about the possible consequences if it decided that the middle of a meeting was the perfect location to start causing trouble, but the movement quieted down on its own a second later. Was it restless?Werelight wondered. He’d had his power for almost a full year by now, but he still couldn’t claim to understand what made it tick. He knew the broad strokes of its motivations, but its continued refusal or inability to communicate with him barred him from learning more. Maybe he’d work it out eventually.

He did know enough to say that it wanted to be used, though. Hopefully, the impending troubles with the Fallen and Blood and Soil would be an opportunity for both of them to get what they wanted.

Not that that that would be a good thing for the city of Samekh, obviously. Werelight had already spent time feeling guilty over the fact that he was secretly hoping for a chance to prove himself, a chance that would most likely end in chaos or death for some of Samekh’s many innocents.

In the aftermath of the speech, Werelight hesitated, uncertain about what to do. The Final Guard capes were nearby, but about to engage Director Michael in conversation. Without another Junior to back him up, Werelight didn’t feel comfortable getting involved in their discussion; he didn’t know the members of Final Guard well enough. However, nobody else in the room struck him as an obvious conversation partner.

For the time being, Werelight decided to stay where he was, listening in on the fringes of the Guard’s discussion. Perhaps another Junior would start a conversation he could get involved in—that would at least give him an option.
I might be interested as well! No guarantees that I'll have time in the near future, though. I'll submit a CS if my schedule clears up at some point.


"You don't get to dictate how people live their lives. Least of all me."


"You don't get to dictate how people live their lives. Least of all me."
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