Part 1
Caustel. That was the name hed decided on, caust meaning
something along the lines of burning and decay. It was well, it was a
little dark, but that was to be expected of a villainous alias. The
important thing was that it was his, in the way that Aunt Lucy had
Carcinoid and Cassandra had Sigiforal. Jeremiah even had his own
magical object, those weird little pieces of jewelry that allowed
ordinary people to transform into something more. His own was in the
shape of a severed middle finger that he hoped wasnt real, and the base
of it was capped with gold and hung on a necklace chain. It was a bit of
a pain to hide under his clothes, but the powers it brought him were
worth it: the armor, the fire, the rage. It was cool.
Good morning, Jeremiah, Jeremiah glanced downwards,
where Aunt Lucys downstairs neighbor was sitting innocently on their
patio, On your way to see Lucy?
Er- yeah. Day was the host of the building's monthly block
parties, which Aunt Lucy attended out of some weird social self-
obligation that he didnt quite understand. Jeremiah quickly moved to
the door of his aunts apartment.
You ready for training, Jer? Lucy asked, opening the door
before he even had a chance to knock.
As Ill ever be, I guess.
Great. Ill grab my coat. Jeremiah stood in the doorway as
Aunt Lucy grabbed her favorite coat, hoping that he was out of Days
sight and deftly wondering where his aunt would lead him. It made
sense to not train with magical objects in public, but there wasnt really
anywhere private besides the vast grainhouses of Der Verde, and those
were quite a few hours away, not to mention overseen by multiple
actual heroes and under the influence of multiple actually vicious
villains- the kind of people who murdered civilians for the sheer thrill
of it. Not a pleasant place, exactly.
Ready to go? Lucy asked, once more appearing in the
doorway and sporting the characteristic black coat that she wore on
nearly every outing. Jeremiah just shrugged and fell behind her as she
walked down the path.
Where you headed? Day asked from below. Oh Core no,
couldnt they just not deal with her for a moment?
To the gym. Lucy answered cheerfully, Have a nice day!
You too!
Aunt Lucy was a fast walker when she wasnt given anything
to talk about, as Jeremiah had realized long ago. It did make some sort
of sense, given she had to walk briskly to and from her job every day,
to and from her clients meeting places, and up and down the stairs that
crowded the parts of Sol Undra overrun with poverty. They were
headed into that part of town, the place with apartments stacked as tall
as could pass building codes with such flimsy materials. He figured it
made sense, though, to train in a place where nobody really cared what
went on.
This is it. His aunt declared once they were in front of a run-
down building, sporting several apartments as well as the odd
commercial business, if the rusty directory on the front door was
anything to go by. Then again, it did seem rather old.
Jeremiah followed his aunt up about a dozen flights of stairs
until they reached a decaying metal door with a janky sign above it, not
uncommon for the area and seemingly the standard for the entire
building. The writing on the sign was, of course, only barely legible,
but it made Jeremiah startle when he finally figured it out.
What in the world is Lethwi?
Lethwei, actually. Its a type of martial art thats pretty brutal,
so I figured it would be perfect for our cause, A martial art? Ive got
a connection with the owner of this particular academy. They arent
aware that youll be using it with fire, of course, but it means we get a
pretty nice discount and a free first lesson. You can work on fire at the
apartment with the fire alarm turned off, but its best if you get a good
technique first.
That makes sense, I suppose. Unfortunately. Jeremiah
wasnt exactly eager to start working out, much less take martial arts
lessons from some complete stranger.
Well, go on in. Aunt Lucy reached into her purse and took
out a black thermos, Ill be waiting outside. Its tea time, afterall.
What? Arent you going to be on the field as well? Jeremiah asked,
raising his eyebrows.
I dont have a connection through work Jeremiah- I already
train here every Tuesday. Ah. That actually made a lot of sense.
Aunt Lucy would be the type of person to just casually forget to
mention that she was a trained street fighter. That was just who she
was, Jeremiah supposed.
Alright. See you in a bit, then. With that bit of information
and a renewed admiration for his aunt stored within him, Jeremiah
pushed open the door, only slightly amazed that it didnt disintegrate on
contact. Ah, you must be Jeremiah. There was a remarkably large
person behind a remarkably small desk just beyond the door, Lucy
mentioned shed be bringing in her nephew for a consultation today,
though I must admit I didnt expect you to be this skinny.
H-hello to you too? Jeremiah tried, only to be waved off.
Urich, a pleasure to meet you. They/them, please. Urich
stepped out from their place behind the desk and sent Jeremiah a large
grin, showing off their crooked and yellowing teeth, Shall we get
started, then? Ill be going easy on you to figure out where youre
already at so we can get you in a proper class.
Okay. Jeremiah responded, preparing himself for the
inevitable slaughter that would follow. He had never really been in
shape, due in part to the lazy PE coach that made it a habit to wreck any
poor students attempts at finding joy through exercise and Jeremiahs
own love of video games. He had honestly never thrown a punch in his
life, though it had always kind-of been on the bucket list. He could only
hope that he wasnt as comically bad as he thought he was.
Part 2
Howd it go? Aunt Lucy asked, glancing up at Jeremiah
from her spot on the hallway floor. He could only groan in response,
with a deep ache in his bones and at least two dozen bruises littered
across his body, Sounds about right. Jeremiah tried his best to not be
offended by her tone of voice.
The walk back to her apartment was a tiring one, each step
making his legs feel heavier than before. Despite their promise to go
easy on Jeremiah, Urich had most certainly beat him harder than any
schoolyard bully. Then, just to add insult to injury, Urich had declared
that Jeremiah would be best suited for the beginning class, which would
take place once a week just after Jeremiahs communications class. He
hadnt even managed to land a hit on Urich, who had just laughed off
all of his meager attempts. Core forbid Urich ever became a villain,
because Sol Undra wouldnt stand a chance.
Jer? Ah. They had reached the door to Aunt Lucys
apartment, and Jeremiah hadnt even noticed. Damn. Hed been hoping
to part ways somewhere closer to the dorm building.
Well, its been great seeing you even though we didnt talk
much, but I think its really time I get- He began.
Jer, your training is far from over. Lucy interrupted, rolling
her eyes. Jeremiah really hadnt signed up for a full day of work- he
had homework to get to- but when Lucy had decided something it was
most definitely decided. Besides, Jeremiah didnt have enough energy
to resist the woman as she pulled him inside her home and brought him
into the kitchen.
Whats next then, boss? He was already regretting his
decision to join her more than slightly illegal cause. Jeremiah hadnt
been aware that it would come with so much exercise.
The main event, of course. I want you to work on your fire
magic. See what you can do and how much you can control- that sort of
thing. Well, that wasnt so bad. Jeremiah had been waiting to work on
his magic.
The transformation was a quick thing, but it was no less
impressive than the first time hed undergone it. He felt, for a short time
only, as he imagined someone would feel when flying. The armor that
he wore when transformed simply appeared, never weighing any
heavier than air and feeling as comfortable as his own skin. The
constant stuffy heat that came from living under Corelight became
comforting and empowering.
Alright, just try your best. Okay? Aunt Lucy advised.
Jeremiah grinned- he felt on top of the world, naturally he would do his
best- and conjured up a flame in the palm of his hand.
Oh. Well, that was a little disappointing. The flame was
remarkably small compared to the fire he had imagined in his head,
though he supposed it made sense without a proper fuel source. Really,
what was the fuel source for magical fire? Was it his own magical
ability in some sort of way or was it something else? Oxygen obviously
played a role as it did for a normal fire and the heat was there- he could
feel it- but it wasnt consuming his hand like one would expect. Was
the fuel something cheesy- like his spirit or his rage or something like
that? Jeremiah was suddenly starting to regret not paying more
attention to the magical systems in media, which had clearly pulled
inspiration from the more secret magical systems of real life.
It went out. Jeremiah noted with a frown. Some time while
he had been contemplating the logistics of fuelless fire his own flame
had flickered out of existence, leaving his armored palm frankly a little
cold. That it did, Jer, Lucy hummed, Were you concentrating
enough? Dont feel too bad, of course, Im just barely able to create one
copy of myself with decent logical capabilities. Jeremiah knew
perfectly well that his Aunt Lucy just wanted to comfort him, but he
also knew that it wasnt everyday that Lucy was anything less than
utterly amazing at something, so he felt marginally better
His second flame lasted quite a bit longer, given that he
concentrated on the flickering form itself rather than the quite possibly
non-existent fuel source. Things inevitably went down the drain the
very second Jeremiah tried to make the flame even the slightest bit
bigger, but anything was progress in his eyes. He was certain that his
third flame was going to be much better, given the saying and all, and
sure enough once he put in some effort it successfully grew in size-
though it was still only as big as his fist.
Fire had originally seemed like a rather lackluster thing-
destructive, but never decorative. Given the large, dense population of
Sol Undra, even closed flames were illegal to have anywhere in the
city. Yet, as Jeremiah was quickly realizing, all those videos of old
battles between heroes and villains where fire was used had nothing on
the actual product. Nothing on the live product. Jeremiah was
beginning to realize why some weirdos on the outskirts of town set fire
to buildings for the fun of it- it was for the sheer thrill of starting
something dangerous and watching it consume everything in sight.
There wasnt anything to consume, really, but Jeremiah found himself
looking forward to the day he could light a bank or something and
watch his golden flames have their feast.
-emiah, can you hear me? Aunt Lucys hand was in front of
his face, though it was her voice that snapped him out of his thoughts.
Much to his disappointment, this change in attention also put out his
darling flame.
Whats up? He asked, trying his best not to just snap at Aunt
Lucy. That was his fire and shed just killed it.
The flame was getting too big. You were about to take out
my kitchen and all the floors above us. Too big? Jeremiah hadnt
noticed it getting bigger, and he certainly hadnt told- oh. Oh.
Shit, I zoned out. Thanks for snapping me back. Magical
objects werent supposed to have drawbacks, or at least Aunt Lucy
hadnt told him about any. Perhaps it was purely psychological, then,
that hed gotten so possessive over a simple flame. Jeremiah would
have to work on that.
You probably shouldnt practice alone, then. Aunt Lucy
advised.
I…” Well, that was probably best. As eager as Jeremiah was
to learn more about his magical object, he hadnt splurged on the good
dorm insurance, Okay. Ill only be able to practice once a week, then.
No way Im telling Rowan. Jeremiahs roommate watched the Tortugo
Trilogy religiously, so he definitely wouldnt approve of anything
against heroes.
Before next week, would you mind looking into what
magical objects are out of commission and might get pulled for Sol
Undra? I have a feeling Fractality wont be who we go up against.
Youre probably right. Jeremiah agreed with a nod.
Fractality was widely respected as Sol Undras Last Hero, not that
that would last long. She hadnt been in commission for around twenty
years, and had likely been long retired. Nobody knew anything about
her though, not since shed dropped off the map.
Having to research heroes though ugh. Jeremiah had never
really been into the complexities of hero-lore and what-not, so he didnt
really know where the best resources were. He also had a five-page
essay assigned to him just earlier that day that would be due next week.
Jeremiah mentally crossed out all of the freetime hed had planned, and
moved to leave Aunt Lucys. It was best to get started early.
You should de-transform first, Jer.
Ah- right. Had he seriously nearly set fire to his aunts
kitchen and forgotten to de-transform before he walked out? It was a
good thing Aunt Lucy had reminded him, though he admitted to
himself that her apartment was far chillier without the flaming armor.
Ill see you Saturday, then.
Jeremiahs good mood was quickly discarded upon the
realization that hed have to walk the couple of blocks back to his
college campus on legs that were not miraculously restored to full
health during the ten minutes in Lucys kitchen. He grimaced.
Thankfully his roommate was out on one of his many, many dates so
hopefully Jeremiah would be able to relax without any Rowan-shaped
disturbances.
Three miserable blocks later, Jeremiahs heart sank at his own
unlocked door. Coredamnit.
Jeremiah! Where have you been all day? Rowan was sitting
on the couch, body angled towards the door, as if theyd been waiting
for him. Jeremiah sighed, his hopes of brushing past his roommate and
disappearing into sleep officially dashed.
My aunts. Jeremiah answered simply. His roommate and
self-proclaimed best friend seemed to be in A State, if the puffy eyes
and tissues littering the floor were anything to go by. Jeremiah wasnt
too surprised- despite only living together for one semester, Jeremiah
had grown used to dealing with the fallouts of Rowans on-off
relationship.
Well you should have been here, Rowan whined, Heath
canceled our date night to hang out with Marion. The way Rowan spat
the name, Marion may as well have been a villain. Was Rowan really
crying over his boyfriend having friends? Had they not even broken up?
Jeremiah sighed again.
Trouble in paradise, then. Jeremiah concluded, leaning
against the doorframe. It didnt look like hed be getting out of their
conversation any time soon.
I just- well- its fine for him to have friends and all but he
didnt say he loved me the entire video call and I just dont know what
to believe anymore! Rowan exclaimed.
And you want me to give you advice? Jeremiah asked,
raising an eyebrow. He certainly wasnt the most logical choice, but
Rowan had never struck Jeremiah as a particularly logical person.
Thats what friends are supposed to do, right? Rowan asked,
hopeful. Jeremiah closed his eyes.
Rowan, just talk it out, Jeremiah recommended, You two
are either madly in love and just dancing around each other or falling.
Both are fine, but this will he wont he thing is obviously getting to
you. If you think he doesnt say he loves you enough, just say it first.
Thanks, Jer. Rowan sniffed. Jeremiah bristled at the
nickname- something reserved for his aunt only- but ultimately brushed
it off. Afterall, Rowan saying thanks was generally code for you can
go to bed now. However Well, Jeremiahs roommate knew a lot
about heroes, right?
Hey Rowan, what powers are still out of commission?
Jeremiah asked, referring to magical objects as what the populace knew
them as. Rowan blinked, evidently surprised by the sudden question.
Binding, controllable hair, face shape, and eyes. Why?
Rowan answered. Jeremiah hummed thoughtfully. Binding and
controllable hair basically the same thing. Face shape wasnt too
exciting. Eyes were hadnt the last wielder been a villain? So,
unlikely.
Project.
Ah. Rowan nodded.
Just dont be too loud, kay? Jeremiah yawned, pushing past
the emotional boy and pulling his bed down from its spot on the wall.
“‘Kay. Rowan agreed, electing to gather his bathroom
supplies and practice basic hygiene before bed, like a nerd.
Part 3
Fire, as Jeremiah had quickly discovered, was incredibly hard
to control, particularly when a small part of him still didnt really want
to. He wasnt very good at squashing the part down, despite another
hour-long session with Lucy to work on each others magic. He did feel
bad about it, because Lucy needed a house burnt down, so that they
could draw attention to the recent actions of a swindling bigot who
resided there and, hopefully, rob a few of her neighbors for start-up
villainy funds.
It had seemed nice, when Jeremiah had just arrived in front of
the building decked out and transformed, to finally get to expand his
flames to the all-consuming size they wanted to be. It was significantly
less nice once Jeremiah realized that he then had to control the giant
flames, which proved to be quite different from maintaining a little
flicker. It was so tempting to just- let go. To let the flames consume the
entire city burning everything to ash as-
Right, no. Fire was about control Jeremiah moved to wipe a
bead of sweat off his face, only to realize for the first time the severe
consequences of wearing full plate mail. Heat couldnt affect him, oh
no, but stress certainly could. Core damnint.
So youre the arsonist. Both Jeremiah and the flames startled
at the strange voice behind him. Jeremiah quickly whirled around to
find the source.
What-?! The words caught in Jeremiahs throat. The only
person around- presumably the speaker- did not seem like much of a
person at all. Their body was humanoid. At least- as humanoid as
Jeremiah had gotten used to, living on a college campus. Neck-down
they seemed to have come from some cosplay contest as a moth,
wearing an outlandish cape that would probably look vaguely menacing
to birds and people with entomophobia. Their head, however
Im Optokinesis, its a pleasure to meet you. The thing said,
stretching a hand towards him. Their head was an eye, lidless and
floating just above a humanoid neck which was oozing blood.
Cau- Caustel. Jeremiah stuttered out, unable to take his eyes
off of their eye. This was clearly another magical object wielder, but
could they really be a hero? Not only was it unlikely that Sol Undra just
casually had a hero waiting in the wings in case a villain came, it was
unlikely that such a hero would be so unmarketable. Besides,
superheroes didnt tend to just drop out of the sky.
Do you suppose you could put that out, then?
Jeremiah felt the fire stutter as a reflection of his own surprise.
Well, apparently superheroes really did just show up out of nowhere.
He should have expected it, a month prior he believed that supervillains
wouldnt just appear on the streets, yet there he was. Hadnt Rowan
mentioned that the power to manipulate and/or form eyes was one of
the magical objects out of commission? Jeremiah had written it off,
since the magical object had previously belonged to a villain, but
perhaps it had fallen into the hands of the hero commission over the
years. No can do, Optokinesis, Jeremiah said, taking a page out of
those cheesy superhero movies to fake confidence, even though he was
properly terrified of whatever was going on with Optokinesis head,
The bossd be mad.
Carcinoid? Optokinesis asked, their head-eye-thing cocking
slightly. Jeremiah took a step back. How in the world did this stranger
already know about Carcinoid? She wasnt secret, per say, but she
hadnt shown up for their first operation and her name hadnt been
given out to anyone, Sigiforal let it slip. Rather helpful, she is, though
if you dont mind me being rude Im not sure shes entirely sane. Have
you suggested therapy, already? Jeremiah blinked.
Well, he didnt exactly think that Sigiforal, one of Lucys co-
workers who she had convinced to join villainy, didnt need therapy,
but it seemed like unwelcome criticism in the villainy business.
Sigiforal herself hadnt seemed open to criticism, either.
Anyways, Im sure Carcinoid wouldnt mind if you explained
the situation. Optokinesis suggested, as if they were conversing over
dinner rather than over flames.
You know that how? Jeremiah asked with a scoff.
Better to retreat than to engage, right? Optokinesis said,
pretty much repeating exactly what Lucy had said in her debrief.
Jeremiah chalked it up to a coincidence and narrowed his eyes. Was
Optokinesis challenging him?
Look, Optokinesis, he sneered, actually, thats kind-of a
mouthful. Look, Opto- I dont know who you think you are, showing
up with ancient superpowers and acting all goody-goody on the streets,
but I am not going anywhere. Jeremiah was now vaguely aware that
the housefire was roaring and had the potential to spread at any
moment, but honestly he was just happy for it to add to his intimidation
factor.
I beg to differ. Well, apparently not enough intimidation
factor. Then again, who could win in a contest of intimidation against a
guy with an eye for a head?
Jeremiah made the first move, not wanting to get caught
unaware by Optokinesis. He set a fist on fire and lunged, only for his
arm to get caught by Optokinesis hand. The rest of his arm roared in
retaliation, forcing Optokinesis to draw back their hand. The element of
surprise didnt last long though, and as soon as Jeremiah swung once
more Optokinesis had already landed a solid blow to his stomach.
Jeremiah took a step back, and in his moment of unsteadiness
Optokinesis swung their other fist around to hit his cheek and knock
him to the floor.
Okay. So. Optokinesis was a little stronger than Jeremiah had
initially assessed. They also had brass knuckles, which seemed a little
unfair, but perhaps it was Jeremiahs own fault for not noticing them
earlier and foolishly challenging the new superhero to a fist-fight. Hed
need to be strategic if he wanted to escape. Escape, because defeating
Optokinesis was already completely off the table. Optokinesis was
already headed towards where Jeremiah was sprawled out on the
walkway, so he waited until they were close enough to do some serious
damage before bursting his entire body into flames, praying to the
deities which he had never truly believed in, that Optokinesis costume
would catch.
It did, and Jeremiah enjoyed the realization in Optos eyes as
he used his power to set their entire cape(seriously, who wore capes?)
ablaze. The cape was all that caught, though, and it didnt seem to be
turning to ash like most fuels would. Jeremiah couldnt even savor the
moment, because as uncomfortable as Optokinesis surely was with that
much heat on their back, having a perpetually flaming cape just made
them look even more intimidating. There was no way Jeremiah was
going to back down, though.
You might want to put out that fire, now. Optokinesis
advised, tilting their eye and giving Jeremiah the impression that
someone was deeply disappointed in him. Jeremiah didnt even grace
the suggestion with his answer, instead pushing himself back to his feet
and setting fire to his fist once more. Fortunately for Optokinesis-
though who was he kidding, Jeremiah would be pummeled- the flames
Jeremiah had formed previously caught his attention.
Oh shit. So much for control. The entire building was on
fire. Jeremiah quickly snuffed it out as he had so many times before,
relieved that the flames actually went out.
You might want to make sure your friends okay, Caustel.
Optokinesis suggested, nodding at the charred building. Jeremiah found
himself inclined to take the superheros advice. If Sigiforal had been
inside, robbing one of the buildings as she was supposed to do
He didnt particularly want to think about it.
Sigiforal! Sigiforal, are you okay?! Jeremiah called out to
the charred buildings. Quite miraculously, a figure appeared in the
doorway of the floor down, coughing and obviously in poor shape.
I dont think Ive ever loved my power more. The woman
choked out as Jeremiah quickly leapt to the lower walkway and rushed
to her side, Took you long enough.
Sorry. I got distracted. Jeremiah put his arm under
Sigiforal and let her lean on him, glaring at Optokinesis.
You two want an ambulance or something? The superhero
had folded their arms, seeming even more judgemental than before.
Leave us alone. Jeremiah spat, helping Sigiforal navigate out
of the doorway and into the street. Optokinesis just shrugged, like a
prick. If you say so. It was a pleasure meeting you two, anyway. Ill
be checking for civilians. With that final note, Optokinesis entered the
charred building, looking for the people that Lucy had assured Jeremiah
would all be out on the business trip they had mysteriously been invited
to. Jeremiah and Cassandra ducked into a pocket of space
between two houses and de-transformed before they left, not wanting to
draw any unwanted attention to themselves on the way back to Lucys
house. Thankfully, probably due to her ability to look into the future for
a short period of time, Cassandra had managed to escape the flaming
wreckage with little more than a sprained ankle and a few cuts. The
ankle could be easily explained, though hopefully they wouldnt
encounter any curious strangers on the long walk back.
Are you two okay? Aunt Lucy asked as they walked down
the hallway, already standing in her doorway with worry lines on her
face. Jeremiah didnt think hed ever seen his aunt look quite so old.
Im fine, Lucy. Cassandra assured the woman as she
approached to assess the situation.
There wasnt any news coverage of the actual event, but
some new hero gave a speech afterwards. Jer, what- Aunt Lucy caught
herself as Jeremiah winced. He was not looking forward to whatever he
was going to get: a scolding or a head shake. We should talk about this
inside, good job keeping her off that ankle. Lets just hope it isnt
broken.
It wasnt like he had meant to set fire to the entire building-
okay, he had, but he hadnt meant to act on it. It had just sort-of
happened while Jeremiah had been distracted by Optokinesis.
Jer, go get some antiseptic cream and bandages from the
medicine cabinet. Lucy instructed, guiding the injured Cassandra to
her couch. Jeremiah obeyed, grateful to leave the room that contained a
horribly disappointed Aunt Lucy.
Antiseptic cream and gauze. He announced, placing the
requested objects on the coffee table as Aunt Lucy surveyed the
damage.
Thanks. Mind debriefing me, Jer?
I got distracted, Jeremiah admitted with a sigh, looking at
anything but the injured Cassandra, I got into a fist-fight with
Optokinesis and didnt keep track of the flames for only a minute or so.
In that time, they spread to the rest of the building. I put the fire out as
soon as I realized what had happened and found Cassandra. Then I
helped her back here.
You werent followed? Aunt Lucy asked. Jeremiah shook
his head.
We snuck away while the hero was searching for civilians
and de-transformed out of sight before we returned. I didnt catch
anyone tailing us on the way home, either. Not that Jeremiah had the
best track record of sensing when he was being watched, but he had
glanced over his shoulder a couple of times and hadnt seen anyone
following them.
Good. Good, Lucy nodded and sighed, I'll deal with Cass
injuries. Do you want to watch the speech that Optokinesis gave after
the event? Its not very insightful, but its nice to know your enemy.
Sure. Jeremiah quickly navigated to a news station on the
television, hoping to distract himself from the way Aunt Lucy was
looking at him. He understood that he needed more practice, he really
did. He just hadnt been able to keep his concentration.
Optokinesis speech had already been uploaded on nearly
every news outlet, all of them excited that a new hero had arrived in Sol
Undra. Jeremiah didnt quite remember what had happened to the last
two, since whatever it was had gone down when Aunt Lucy was a
teenager and before Jeremiah was born. Sol Undra had been without
superheroes for over two decades. Jeremiah had always considered that
a good thing, but he knew that a great deal of people wished for the city
to have heroes and villains again- people like Rowan.
Good afternoon, citizens of Sol Undra, Optokinesis greeted
the cameraperson with a dip of the weird eye-head, As you can see
youre a bit late for most of the action. The ambulances have already
carried away everyone who got caught up in the flames- a gardener, a
nanny, and two children. It appears that everyone in this particular
building got an invitation for a business trip today, which Ill be
looking into directly after this.
For those of you wondering- yes, I am a new hero in this city.
I have been selected and trained by the retired Fractality to take action
should any villains appear, which they have. Yes, I have the same
power as the old villain Iris, who killed Fractalitys old partner
Emblazen. Rest assured, I do not intend to use my gift as violently as
she did. However, when the ability to create and control fire was lost
after Emblazens death, it fell into the hands of the villain who caused
this mess today- a villain who calls themself Caustel.
I am Optokinesis, the new hero of Sol Undra. No, I will not
be revealing my identity, nor am I ever planning to as I have already
reached the age of majority. The hero office of this city will be open
tomorrow for any reporters and will be accepting all post from here on
out, but for now I must depart. Until then, dear citizens.
The speech was just as horribly vague as Lucy had promised it
would be, though Jeremiah was a touch confused as to why Optokinesis
would mention Caustel but not Sigiforal. Perhaps they did not want to
cause too much of a stir by suggesting that there was more than one
villain in Sol Undra? Optokinesis didnt seem to have a partner, though
they had mentioned Fractality training them. Would she eventually join
their endeavors, or would Optokinesis attempt to take out the villains
themself? Did they just not want the press doubting them? Did they
have another partner who just didnt feel like revealing themself? Had
they simply wanted to give the people as little information as possible?
They know you exist, Lucy. As Carcinoid. Jeremiah
informed his aunt after some careful deliberation about whether or not
he could take her further disappointment. Lucy sighed with all the
exhaustion that Jeremiah felt.
Ill take that into consideration, Jer. Do you think you can
walk Cassandra back to her house? Maybe pick up some crutches?
Aunt Lucy asked. Jeremiah nodded.
You ready to go, Cassandra? He asked, turning to the
woman who was sitting up on the small couch, her small burns and cuts
treated and her ankle wrapped.
Ready as Ill ever be.
Part 4
Jeremiah, I- Youre home late again. Rowan commented,
eyeliner running down his cheeks as he lay dramatically sprawled over
the couch that they shared.
Heath? Jeremiah really didnt want to get used to coming
home to a crying Rowan, particularly after a long day of villainous
activity. He slipped onto the couch, next to Rowan fully prepared to sit
there for the next six hours, as had been the tradition every single
Saturday since Jeremiah had recommended his roommate just talk with
their boyfriend. No matter how many times he repeated his advice,
they- We- were over. Oh. Apparently they had talked. The only
plus to that particular session of whining was that it would hopefully
be the last. Hopefully, of course, because Rowan was practically
guaranteed to also whine about being single. He just seemed like that
kind of person.
Do you want something comforting or something truthful?
Jeremiah asked, earning a snort from his sniffling roommate.
I dont know. I mean- I know. I know! Its normal for people
to break up after academy and there are so many better people I could
meet in Sol Undra and he didnt deserve me or whatever, but Im just-
Rowan broke out into a fresh round of sobs, pushing his faded mascara
further down his cheeks. Jeremiah awkwardly pat Rowans shoulder a
few times.
Being sad is- I mean, I think it is- pretty natural, Rowan, Not
that Jeremiah had any experience in breakups, You dont have to get
over it before youre ready, though you should probably figure it out
enough to not fail finals. I mean- imagine a psychology major who
cant even get over their own breakup. Yeah. Probably the wrong
thing to say. Whoops?
Actually, Id like to be a social worker for foster children,
Rowan pointed out, but yeah. Pretty pathetic. A what?
You- you have parents, though? Jeremiah asked, recalling
the two friendly and fiercely outgoing women that had stopped by to
help Rowan move into the dorm. It was pretty rare for two biological
women to go through the weird genetic process that was creating a
child from their DNA, but Rowan had definitely been blood-related to
both of them. The only foster care social workers Jeremiah knew- or
had even heard about- had been foster children previously.
I do. I just- I dont know. Its stupid. I had a few friends in
the system who got into bad situations because of bad people and I
suppose it was- like- my own little way of being a hero. Oh. Well,
could Jeremiah really expect anything else from his hero-fanboy
roommate with a hero-complex?
Speaking of heroes, have you heard the news? If there was
one way to cheer Rowan up- or rather, distract him- it was watching the
news coverage of hero-villain fights from different cities. Honestly, it
was a little hard to believe that Rowan was still in tears over something
as little as a break-up if he knew there was a new hero in Sol Undra.
The news? Did something happen? Rowan asked, confused.
Well, Jeremiah supposed that confirmed Torwans lack of knowledge
regarding Optokinesis
Theres not much to see quite yet, but some new villain
showed up and burned down a building. Everyone got saved by some
new hero- Opto-something. Its on everything already- just happened
earlier today. Jeremiah explained. He watched as the expression on
Rowans face shifted from an expression of utter misery to one of joy
and curiosity and felt remarkably satisfied.
Like- in Sol Undra? Rowan asked. Jeremiah nodded, You
arent pulling my leg or anything?
Nah, Ive got it here. Jeremiah pulled up the video from one
of the many sites it had been uploaded to, See? Watched it earlier
today at my aunts.
Core above. Rowan murmured, reverently taking the video
and giving Optokinesis speech his undivided attention.
If anyone had told Jeremiah two months ago- one month ago,
even- that he would derive enjoyment from watching somebody else
watch a heros introductory speech, he wouldve thought them
clinically insane. There was just something so victorious about
watching Rowan wipe away tears and snot with a sleeve, about
watching the flickering light of hope come back into his eyes. Rowan
was a notoriously emotional person, but that went both ways. He wasnt
made to be sad all the time, the Core had just as much intended him to
be a goofy little fanboy as it did a hopeless romantic. Which honestly-
Theyre so hot. Rowan breathed. Well, what could Jeremiah
expect? Only one person could ever find an eye-moth person attractive,
and it was Rowan, the goofy little hopeless romantic fanboy. Jeremiah
sighed. No, Rowan. A slimy eyeball is not-
But they are, though! Rowan interrupted in protest, I mean,
listen to that voice! Where is it even coming from? Was their cape
smoking, too? And- like- would it hurt if I touched their face? Does that
even count as a face? Those were all fair questions, but what kind of
creep would look at a rising heros very first speech and think
relationship?
Werent you just crying over Heath? Jeremiah asked,
folding his arms.
Oh forget Heath, Rowan pushed his face closer to the video.
Well. Apparently Jeremiah had done his job of comforting, Look at
the detail on that outfit. Do you think I could just- like- pet them? Or
would that damage the little feathers?
Its magic, Rowan, in case you're forgetting, Jeremiah
pointed out. A magical cape that could withstand fire would most likely
have no trouble dealing with a loose feather, And as soft as it does
look, I doubt theyd be fine with you just walking up to them and
asking to pet their cape. Honestly, though, the cape did seem like it
would make a wonderful blanket. Maybe Jeremiah could steal it during
one of his inevitable encounters with the hero, though it would likely
disappear whenever Optokinesis decided to detransform.
Well never know until we try! Rowan exclaimed. Oh no.
Oh Core no. Jeremiah did not like the plural in that statement.
We are not going to the Sol Undra hero office tomorrow so
you can be all creepy around a new hero. Jeremiah said. Rowans
toothy grin said otherwise.
I know I am, he declared, The only unknown is if youre
enough of a sap to come with me.
And to that, the answer is no. Jeremiah said. Just- no.
Oh come on, Jeremiah. Youre supposed to be my best friend,
remember? Rowan leaned towards Jeremiah, blinking his hazel eyes.
Whatever effect he was going for was fairly ruined by the runny
eyeliner and mascara. Jeremiah rolled his eyes.
Im supposed to be your roommate, Rowan. I only put up
with your waterworks so your mascara doesnt ruin the couch. Which
was well, it was a lie. It was a lie which earned an exaggerated pout
from Jeremiahs roommate.
Its washable. Rowan retorted.
Which is exactly why it runs down your face so easily.
Well- but- Rowan sunk into the couch and folded his arms
across his chest, Its for the effect, anyway.
Of course. Jeremiah agreed sardonically.
Thanks for comforting me. Of Core no, Rowan could not
possibly expect Jeremiah to give in because of just a weak little
compliment. What if Optokinesis somehow recognized him and tried to
arrest him for arson? It really wasnt a risk he was willing to take.
Yeah, whatever. Its basically a full-time job at this point.
Jeremiah brushed off, feeling the soft buzz of an incoming message
from the device Rowan had set back down on the couch.
The job of- say- a best friend? Rowan asked, though
Jeremiah had forgone active listening in favor of checking the message
he had just received from Aunt Lucy.
Huh- guess Im going to the news event after all. Jeremiah
remarked. He probably shouldve guessed that his aunt would see the
event as a valuable opportunity. It was, afterall, a way of seeing
Optokinesis without layers of video editing or decision-impairing levels
of adrenaline.
I know you just got a message from someone, but Im going
to pretend you decided to go because I said I was your best friend. His
roommate declared, stretching out on the sofa.
Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Part 5
Wake up, Jeremiah. A voice whispered harshly in his ear.
Jeremiah just rolled over. Who in their right minds would be waking
Jeremiah up so damn early?
Go away.
Youve gotta wake up, though. The voice insisted. Jeremiah
sighed and rolled back over, squinting his eyes to make out the insane
person. Rowan? The fuzzy figure before him was suspiciously tall,
and once Jeremiahs logic returned to him he was fairly certain there
was probably only one person it could be.
Hey, Jeremiah! Yeah, that was definitely Rowan. Who else
would have absolutely no respect for Jeremiahs fairly decent sleep
cycle? Jeremiah sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. I couldnt
sleep, so I thought we could head out now. Optokinesis said the office
would be open Sunday and its almost Sunday and its- like- a whole
fifteen minute walk.
Are you telling me that you woke me up fifteen minutes
before midnight? Jeremiah asked incredulously. How could Rowan
have possibly thought that would be a good idea?
Thirty, actually, Rowan said, the combination of his manic
grin and fresh eye bags making him look frankly uncanny, I figured
that youd want to wash up, get dressed, all that jazz.
Nuh uh, no way. Jeremiah declared, shaking his head and
laying back down despite knowing perfectly well that he wouldnt be
able to go back to sleep as long as Rowan kept the light on.
Yes way, actually. Was Rowan seriously taking off
Jeremiahs beloved blankets? That was a declaration of war.
Give that back. Jeremiah grumbled, sitting up once more to
glare at his roommate. What was that guys problem?
Cmon Jeremiah. We gotta hurry if we want to get ahead of
the crowd. Think of all the news reporters we wont have to push past
later. Rowan did have a point, but getting there earlier had several
drawbacks as well. For one, there would be less of a crowd for
Jeremiah to blend into, and he didnt feel like getting arrested one day
after his villainous debut. More seriously though, it meant less sleep.
If we get there, and hang out for an hour or so, will you let
me sleep for the rest of the day? Jeremiah offered, sensing that his
roommates enthusiasm would know no bounds.
Two hours? Case in point.
One. Jeremiah said, voice stern, You can stay longer than
me, you know. Make friends with the rest of the fan-folk and whatnot.
Which would also mean that Rowan would spend less time pestering
Jeremiah in the future. A win-win, really.
Fine, okay. Look- just come with me to the bathing room so
we can get cleaned up, Rowan insisted. Jeremiah stood up and folded
his bed back against the wall, and wear something without stains or
holes, please. I want to make a good first impression.
Yeah, whatever. Jeremiah was seriously regretting his
decision to introduce his roommate to the newest hero on the block as
he opened a drawer and selected his best outfit- a relatively clean polo
shirt and generic black pants.
That? Rowan asked. Honestly, with that kind of attitude, one
would think Rowan hadnt rented out the cheapest possible dorm at a
city college that was literally free.
This. Jeremiah rolled his eyes at the button-down and dress
pants that Rowan had pulled out for himself.
The bathing room was on the second floor, which was
generally a good thing considering the outhouse was on the first floor.
It wasnt as unsanitary as those Jeremiah had found around the Lethwei
Academic, and individual showers and baths were provided- sometimes
even free- for an allotted amount of time if you had a proper pass.
Jeremiah had the free pass, which gave him five hours of showertime
per month, while Rowan held a rather impressive twenty-five hour
pass. The bathing room was unsurprisingly empty, meaning that the
water was actually hot and if that didnt take Jeremiah back to his
childhood then he wasnt sure what did.
Decent. Rowan declared as Jeremiah emerged from the
locker room, having gotten dressed after his few moments in a steamy
haven. Perhaps he could start going down to the bathing room at
midnight more often, though the experience had been awfully taxing on
his bath card.
I sure hope its decent, or youre buying me new clothes.
Jeremiah scoffed, following his roommate to the elevator.
Maybe I will. Wait, what? Anyway, the next stop is the Sol
Undra hero office. If you can keep up with me I can make it a ten
minute walk, meaning we can still get here on time. Jeremiah rolled
his eyes at the prospect of not keeping up with Rowan, though a few
blocks into their journey he began to realize what his roommate had
meant. Rowans legs were long.
About eleven minutes of the exhausting attempt to keep up
with his roommate later, the duo had reached the Sol Undra hero office,
more commonly known as the Pinnacle of the Core. The building was
tall- the tallest building in the entire world, in fact- though the hero
office part of it had actually been scaled down to just one floor. The
heroes before Optokinesis had been the ones to initiate that, though
Jeremiah wasnt sure if that was before or after one of them had died. It
wouldnt make sense to be done before, as the old villains of Sol Undra
were notoriously violent, hence why they had killed one of the heroes.
The fire-wielding hero.
Just thinking about it made Jeremiah fiddle with his magical
object nervously. Hed completely forgotten about that portion of
history until it had been brought up during his and his aunts phone
conversation the night before. Of course the villain who possessed the
magical object which allowed them to manifest and control eyes-
Optokinesis power- had killed the previous wielder of Jeremiahs
magical object. His aunt had assured him that it was strictly against the
heroic code to murder people, though Jeremiah knew well enough from
the history lessons he did remember that heroes were rather apt to
violate their own code.
Its so beautiful. Rowan appeared rather breathless at the
sight of the building. The lights on the ninety-ninth floor were lit and
the tallest building in the world looked even taller.
You could say that. There was a chance that Jeremiahs
future murderer would be in there, and a chance that they might
recognize Jeremiah as easily as breathing, Lets just- where are we
supposed to go?
Up! Rowan said cheerfully, grabbing Jeremiah by the hand
and leading him into the first floor the Pinnacle of the Core.
Jeremiah hadnt been there since hed moved out of his
parents house. An uncomfortably long elevator ride later, the duo
discovered that the ninety-ninth floor, like most others in such a public
building, had a door for the whole floor. Rowan tried the door, and
frowned when he discovered it was locked.
We head home and wait for a decent hour, then? Jeremiah
suggested, knowing perfectly well what the answer would be.
We knock! His roommate declared, doing just that.
There was a small pause, in which Jeremiah prayed to the Core
that there wouldnt be anyone to answer it. As the pause stretched on,
he very nearly converted back to Coreanism. However, such prayers
were not answered. The door cracked open, and an eye peered through
the gap.
Good morning. They were greeted by someone who was
most definitely not Optokinesis. Jeremiah did his best not to flinch,
What news company do you represent?
Um- no news company, actually. Rowan clarified, Were
just civilians?
Just…” The person blinked, and opened the door, Well, I
suppose you can come in. Im fairly certain the speech said wed only
be open to reporters.
Is it? Jeremiah asked. Only open to reporters, I mean?
Please only be open to reporters
Well, I suppose not, The person crushed Jeremiahs hopes
with a shrug, Though I do doubt you will be able to ask any questions
above the racket the reporters have been making. Sure enough, as
Jeremiah stepped through the door he heard the miscellaneous sounds
of at least two dozen reporters, who were on the other side of a glass
wall and crowding Opto.
Oh. Rowan frowned, Well, could we ask you questions,
then? The stranger took a brief step back.
I- I suppose so? They extended a hand, I am Calvin
Deekman, Optokinesis assistant.
His assistant? Rowan asked, face immediately lighting up,
Well then you should know all about them! Im Rowan, Rowan Van
DenBurg.
Pleasure to meet you, Calvin said, shaking hands with
Rowan before turning to Jeremiah, And you are?
Jeremiah. He was not entirely comfortable giving his full
name to the assistant of the hero intent on putting him behind bars,
Pleasure. They shook hands.
Well, what kind of questions might you have? Calvin asked,
There is a coffee table right along the wall there, if youd like. There
was, in fact, a coffee table. Jeremiah quickly stepped aside to caffenate
himself while Rowan spoke to Optos assistant.
So how long have you known Optokinesis, exactly? Rowan
asked.
Well, I have known them for nearly a year now, Calvin said,
Though I am only moving into the Pinnacle of the Core next
Wednesday, and only began working for them approximately a month
ago.
So they already had you working for them when they planned
their debut? Rowan asked.
Yes. Calvin confirmed with a nod, They desired assistance,
I suppose.
And why did they scout you out, in particular?
I have approximately six years of experience working in the
Pinnacle of the Core, Calvin revealed, I actually met Optokinesis at
one of our environmental conferences.
I see, so…”
Alright. Jeremiah knew he was supposed to be paying
attention, because Aunt Lucy had asked him to. In his defense, though,
he was trained to tune Rowan out. In addition, everything actually
important was happening on the other side of the glass wall, and would
probably be published before the Core began to glow. Actually-
Jeremiah checked his phone- what was happening on the other side of
the glass wall was being live streamed, so there was really no reason for
Jeremiah to even be there. He sighed, and took a sip of his coffee.
In summary, Jeremiah was not paying any attention to Calvin
the Assistant. He did, however, catch that Rowan somehow swindled
the man out of a phone number, which made him vaguely concerned.
He was not ready for another Heath, thank you very much.
Ah, I actually- Rowan cut himself off with a yawn, Well, I
suppose I ought to head home now, to prepare for my classes. He held
out a hand for Calvin to shake.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Van DenBurg. Calvin
said with a smile, taking Rowans hand and oh Core. They kissed it.
Rowans face turned a beet red.
I- uh-huh. Bye! Rowan grabbed Jeremiah by the elbow and
pulled him into the elevator.
That was remarkably awkward. Jeremiah commented dryly
once the elevator doors closed. Rowan just rolled his eyes and looked
away. You wanna get some coffee? Rowan asked. What?
We- I just had coffee? Jeremiah said incredulously.
Well, yeah, but I mean from a coffee shop, yknow? Theres
a really good one right here in the Pinnacle of the Core. How did
Rowan know about a coffee shop in the Pinnacle of the Core?
I have never ever seen you drink anything other than water.
Jeremiah stated.
Well, yeah, but waters just cheaper, yknow? Besides, I
dont have a coffee machine, nor the muscle to lug a gallon of water
from the dining hall, and the electricity bill needs to be kept down to a
minimum especially now that Im hoping to purchase whatever new
merch Optokinesis comes out with.
Or pay for that bath pass. Jeremiah said with a snort.
Somehow he doubted Rowans excuse, seeing as the Pinnacle of the
Core wasnt necessarily known for its affordability.
Well I happen to like my long showers.
You do realize you could just use my coffee machine right?
Jeremiah asked, I bring more than enough water anyway and the cost
of powering my machine goes to my portion of the bill. Honestly,
Jeremiah found himself wishing hed offered sooner. A tired Rowan
definitely meant a more emotional Rowan.
Really? Youd-? Well, nevermind. The question is if youd
like to get coffee now, seeing as were in the Pinnacle of the Core
anyway.
Sure. Jeremiah relented, but only if youre buying. There
was absolutely no way Jeremiah was going to let Rowan suck his
coffers dry just because his roommate thought it was a good idea to get
coffee twice in one morning. Not that it was a bad idea, per say, but it
was an expensive idea.
Yes, Jeremiah, I will pay for one drink. Rowan agreed.
Mkay. The elevator finally arrived.
The food court was weird. Jeremiah had been there a few
times on the occasional Saturday when his parents decided to have
lunch after their church sessions, but hed never felt the need to visit at
one in the morning. The food court was decorated in art that Jeremiah
vaguely remembered learning about in his art history class, but he
hadnt remembered the art glowing. Perhaps that was something that
only happened when the Core was dimmed.
This is it, the 23rd Floor Coffee Shop, Rowan announced,
gesturing widely at a coffee shop in the food court. As Jeremiah
approached the empty shop with a single bored-looking barista, he was
hit by the overwhelming scent of freshly-brewed coffee.
A bit on the nose, dont you think? Jeremiah noted, glancing
at the sign.
Well, maybe a bit, His roommate admitted, before grabbing
Jeremiahs hand and pulling him forward, Cmon, take a look at the
menu? The menu wasnt anything particularly interesting, just the
usual lineup of brews and baked goods, though Jeremiah had to admit
their hot tea selection looked a bit more diverse than many others hed
seen around Sol Undra
Right, and what is so special about this particular place,
exactly? Jeremiah asked, frowning as his eyes trailed to the prices
marked. How good could their americanos possibly be to be twice the
price of the ones at any other coffee shop?
Its just I thought itd be a nice place to spend the morning,
you know? A cute little hide away with one of the cheapest views for
the Pinnacle of the Core before I return to a Heath-less world. Ah.
Right. Jeremiah had very nearly forgotten about his roommates break-
up. Cool. Jeremiah wasnt entirely sure what to do with such
sentimentality, Ill take an americano then, since youre paying and
all. In all honesty, the reason Jeremiah hadnt simply turned around to
find a better coffee shop was because Rowan was paying. Though
perhaps- and just perhaps- it was nice to be dragged out to a nicer place
than he was used to.
One americano coming up. You want anything added in? A
specific ratio? Rowan asked. Jeremiah shook his head, and Rowan had
the decency to approach the counter without insisting he come along.
What can I getcha? The barista asked.
A grande mocha frappuccino and an americano, if youd
please. Rowan ordered.
Mkay. Totals on the machine. The barista yawned as
Rowan handed over a small fortune to pay for their drinks before
heading back to Jeremiahs side.
That americano better be good for what theyre charging.
Jeremiah complained as they stood side-by-side. Rowan just laughed.
Part 6
A bank robbery. Burning down homes as they had just a
month ago hadnt exactly paid well, especially when Sigiforal had left
behind every valuable object shed stolen in an attempt to escape the
burning building with her life. So they were robbing a bank- albeit one
whose manager and siphoned off a great deal of money away for
herself. Jeremiah had been instructed to steal only as much money as
the manager had siphoned to send a point, though in truth Carcinoid
would likely be doing most of the actual thievery while he and Sigiforal
held a lightshow distraction in the ATM room.
Remember Jer, we arent actually here for anything in the
ATMS, Aunt Lucys voice was a little fuzzy over the communicators
theyd managed to steal, but he could at least tell it was her, Papers
worthless here, so dont be afraid to use some money as fuel; I know
theres not much else.
Lucy was right, of course. Jeremiah had only ever walked past
the fancy building- one of the two banking complexes in the entirety of
Sol Undra- as everyone hed ever known did their banking online. It
was most frequented by employees and particularly rich people who
needed personal advice. There wasnt much flammable decor inside,
besides a few chairs that looked deceptively cushy and a wooden table,
which all-in-all made for a poor bonfire. Unfortunately, Jeremiah would
just have to make do.
Hands where I can see them! Jeremiah barked at the
civilians, setting ablaze the plain puffer jacket and sweatpants hed
worn as a disguise to get inside and raising his flaming arms. The
civilians, evidently having some survival instincts, quickly did as they
were told.
Listen up, you better do exactly as we say or Caustel here is
going to burn every single person in this building into a potato chip,
Sigiforal warned, before turning to a prominent-looking teller, You! I
know youve got an emergency system, so you better lock all those
doors and windows, you here? The teller promptly scampered off,
either to do as hed been told or to leave the building screaming. The
following slam of a metal wall in front of the automatic doors behind
them told the villains all they needed to know.
Wonderful. Glad to know at least somebody here knows how
to follow directions, Jeremiah snarled, willing himself to look as
intimidating as possible, Lets hope the rest of you will follow suit.
Call everyone in this building onto this floor, got it?
Congregate in the center of the room, everyone, Sigiforal
ordered, and unlock these stupid ATMS.
L-like wed listen to you! One particularly bold and smartly
dressed person shouted as the rest obeyed Sigiforals orders. Jeremiah
raised an eyebrow, though he knew it wouldnt be seen from beneath
the helmet.
Oh really, Mx? I do believe youre in no position to
negotiate. Jeremiah set one of the stiff chairs ablaze, Unless youd
like to be new fuel for my party trick. The person took the threat and
obeyed, though Jeremiah would have to keep a further eye on them.
For you! Sigiforal said with a laugh, tossing large stacks of
bills shed taken from the freshly-opened ATMs to Jeremiah. He had to
admit, it was really cathartic to just hold bundles of cash in a single
hand and watch it all burn. Knowing all the value behind them was
liquified, it didnt even feel wasteful.
And what might be happening here, Caus? A voice asked
from behind, prompting Jeremiah to turn and meet Optokinesis eye.
Caus? That was the best you could come up with? Jeremiah
asked, unimpressed by Optos lack of creativity.
I mean, Im down with calling you Stella. The hero said
with a shrug.
Oh Core no. That was not happening.
Figures so. Mind telling me why youre single-handedly
destroying the precarious economy by inflating the value of paper
currency? Optokinesis asked, because that absolutely made sense to
normal people.
Im not doing this single-handedly, Jeremiah said, opting to
just go around the question rather than try to understand it, My partner
here was rather upset that you left her out of your account of the last
incident.
Really? Well, I really must apologize. Though, given its
been almost a month I doubt it bothered her that much. Optokinesis
sounded genuine? Well, genuine as far as Jeremiah could tell. Once
again, he found Optokinesis lack of a face remarkably hard to read.
Granted, they did have a body, but Jeremiah wasnt particularly good at
reading people in general, especially with Optokinesis ridiculous form-
concealing-
Wait- Full stop. The hero wasnt seriously wearing- a suit?
What happened to the whole moth thing? Jeremiah waved his arms
at Optos getup, feeling a bit out of the loop.
Do you like it? The cape didnt really work out after last time
and without it the whole outfit was just eh. Optokinesis explained.
Damnit. Jeremiah really couldnt steal the cape, nor could he pull the
same trick he had before.
It doesnt suit you. Sigiforal said, joining their conversation
while still throwing Jeremiah cash.
Really? Well thats disappointing.
Arent you supposed to be stopping us, or something?
Jeremiah asked the hero, gesturing to the cowering civilians and the
burning pile of cash and cushions.
Well, youre not killing anyone, are you? And you arent
stealing any of that money, so the worst Ive got to face from this is
replacing a chair and getting the board to approve the printing of some
more bills. Thats not something Id like to beat anyone up for.
Optokinesis was really just something. Optokinesis was really just
something, and Jeremiah wasnt sure he liked it.
What makes you so sure about that? Sigiforal asked. Oh
come on. Optokinesis was about to let them get away with it, too.
Oh Carcinoids somewhere in the building, arent they?
Optokinesis asked, their eye cocking to the side, I should have figured.
Vault level? Well, Ill just be popping on down there then.
You say as if well be letting you through, Opto. Jeremiah
said with a scoff, once more lighting the flames on his arms that had
fizzled out sometime during their conversation.
Really, Stella? Here I thought we could walk away without a
fight. Jeremiah was once more the first to lunge, rather upset at the
use of the nickname he had refused. He swung his left leg around to
kick Optos ribs, hit, and came back around with a fist to the face. That
was there his luck ran out, however, as the shock from punching a
floating eye stopped him in his tracks. Was that slime? Faster than
Jeremiah could really process the movement, Opto had flipped him
onto the floor and was easily pinning him down with their foot.
Dont try anything, Flora, cause I dont think their armor
will do much against a well-place eye. Was that a death threat? Did
Optokinesis just seriously threaten to kill him?
R-right. Sigiforal stuttered. Jeremiah wordlessly sent his
endless thanks to the villain for potentially saving his life. He did not
want to go out the same way the previous wielder of his magical object
had. Right. Optokinesis echoed, putting a little bit more pressure
on Jeremiahs breastplate as if he needed a reminder not to try anything,
Not to be as demanding as you were to your hostages, but do you
suppose you could come a bit closer? And- oh- may I have your arm?
Sigiforal hesitantly obeyed, approaching the hero and extending her
arm. If you hurt him, I will kill you. She snarled protectively.
Masculine pronouns, then? Optokinesis asked. Well shit.
Jeremiahs gender identity had never exactly been kept secret, but it
was another step towards Optokinesis figuring out his tentatively. The
feeling of cold metal against his wrist and a soft click reminded him
of the dangerous situation they were in- Optokinesis had just cuffed
Jeremiah and Sigiforal together.
Fuck off. Jeremiah seethed eloquently.
On the money, then, Optokinesis said with a chuckle, Ill
go find your friend and reunite you all, dont worry. Just let me…” The
heros voice trailed off as they crouched down and cuffed Jeremiahs
legs as well, Dont want you causing anymore trouble and all.
Optokinesis seemed to deem the restriction of one hand and
both legs good enough, as they removed their foot from Jeremiahs
chest. Which was great for him, because Jeremiah had just practiced
throwing himself up from the floor with restrained legs at the academy.
Unfortunately, Sigiforal didnt seem to get the message, so Jeremiahs
attempt to use his core strength resulted in a literal flop. Core-
Good luck with that. There was no need for Optokinesis to
sound so smug about it, Flora, mind giving me your other arm so I can
cuff you to this pole?
I most certainly would mind. Sigiforal said, looking
properly murderous. Not that Jeremiah didnt admire her courage, but
just because Optokinesis wasnt actively on top of Jeremiah didnt
mean they couldnt kill both of the villains in a single second.
Well maybe you should have thought about- Optokinesis
was cut off by the soft ding which signaled the arrival of an elevator,
likely containing some of the employees from the upper floors who had
been ordered to come down.
Dont touch them. Carcinoid snarled, emerging from the
elevator several moments too late.
Carcinoid, like the superior being that she was, took the whole
situation in and roundhouse kicked Optokinesis to the ground within a
few seconds. She then proceeded to split in two, using the power she
had been so diligently practicing over the past months. The second
Carcinoid retrieved a small handcuff key from Optos breast pocket and
unlocked the cuff connecting Jeremiah to Sigiforal while the original
did her best to keep Optokinesis on the ground.
Such efforts were in vain, of course, as even when the original
used her entire body to keep Optokinesis pinned down, they were able
to stun her with a headbutt. The second Carcinoid undid Jeremiahs leg
restraint just as Optokinesis came to their knees, allowing Jeremiah to
do the same. He found himself more successful than the superhero as
the original Carcinoids temporary shock dissipated quickly enough
that she used Optos movement to kick them in the stomach. Sigiforal
was quick to use the fallen handcuffs on Optokinesis, and Jeremiah
picked up the leg cuffs as they struggled. He had no doubt that Opto
could have killed them all at any time, but the hero didnt use their
magic as Jeremiah cuffed their legs.
Three minutes till theyre out if we take the key. Sigiforal
declared, using her power once Opto had been restrained.
Thats a handy power, Optokinesis remarked, What makes
you so certain, though? Any number of these fine civilians might have a
paper clip. While that was a clever thought, Sigiforal simply scoffed.
Oh they do, but even the most competent of these folks
doesnt know how to pick a lock.
Better start explaining now, then, Optokinesis decided,
turning their head to the crowd of remarkably scared civilians, Can
somebody bring me a paperclip? The rebel from before hurried up to
the commotion, a little box of paperclips already in hand.
Lets go, The original Carcinoid suggested, Three minutes
to get what Ive collected out of the building. Right, it was a time limit
for them. Jeremiah handed the cuff key to Carcinoid, who put it in her
pocket. Carcinoid gestured to the three bags shed left just outside of
the elevator, each containing various stolen goods. Each bag was
remarkably heavy. Heavy enough that Jeremiah wondered how
Carcinoid could carry all three at once, until he remembered that
Carcinoid was simply the superior being. Supposedly the content of all
three bags would be exactly equivalent to the amount embezzled,
though Jeremiah doubted Optokinesis would do anything other than
guestimate the total value of the stolen goods.
So long, kinnie. Sigiforal had composed her rebuttal to
Optos teasing nick-names, though all she got in return as they walked
out the door was a laugh.
We should probably run now. Carcinoid advised as they
began the march to a transformation safe-house, though the advice was
useless. They could all hear the sirens in the distance. Jeremiah
promptly ran.
Part 7
Is this just going to become a thing, now? Rowan asked as
Jeremiah entered their small dorm.
Is what going to become a thing?
The thing where you just come home late every time I have
love problems. Rowan complained. To be fair, it wasnt like Jeremiah
wanted to. Hed just started staying at his aunts later- that time because
they were sorting the spoils of their victory- and Rowan nearly always
had love problems.
Who? Heath hadnt come back, had he? It had been about a
month since theyd broken up, so that probably wouldnt make sense.
Hopefully. Calvin? Optokinesis little assistant had been flirting back
and forth with Rowan for nearly the same amount of time- had they
done something?
It-its silly, sorry. Rowan turned his face away as Jeremiah
sat down next to him, eyes a bit puffy and cheeks already glistening
with tears, I dont- hes nice but Im just not ready yet.
Calvin? Jeremiah asked. Option number two, then.
They tried to- uh- ask me out on a date, but- well, I just got
dumped a month ago. I mean- only a month! I dont want I dont
want this to be a rebound. Well. Apparently Rowan had somehow
grown as a person over the last six hours to know that a guy he met
literal hours after his breakup was not prime relationship material, But
I dont want him to think Im leading him on, either, but anyways I
said I said no.
And they-? Jeremiah pressed, trying to figure out what
Calvin had done to prompt Rowans tears.
He was really understanding. Rowan sniffed miserably,
Thats the problem, though. Calvin said theyd be willing to just be
friends and that I could talk to them if I ever needed help and I- I just
dont know what to do with that.
Oh. So Optokinesis assistant had shown Jeremiahs
roommate basic human decency, and Rowan didnt know what to do
with it. It wasnt surprising that Optokinesis would find a personal
assistant with just as much annoying emotional maturity.
And it really sucks, because theyre just so nice and theyve
got even better eyes- eye- than Optokinesis and I think I really like
them, and- Rowan rambled as Jeremiah slowly zoned out. Rowans
feelings were valid, yes, and Jeremiah would probably feel some level
of regret later, but Jeremiahs general need to be anywhere else was
also valid.
Part 8
Jeremiah had made up his mind. Brunel Irekes, the hope and
heir to the Irekes Foundation, was, without a doubt, the most irritating
person he had ever had the misfortune of encountering. How the actual
Core had that oddball managed to track down his aunts apartment?
Standing on the sidewalk outside his Aunt Lucys building,
Jeremiah gazed down at the man who single-handedly embodied all of
his introverted nightmares, engaged in conversation with his aunts
downstairs neighbor on their balcony. Perhaps Jeremiahs parents had
been right all along- maybe the Core truly did watch over everyone,
doling out divine retribution to those who failed to attend church. Was
his current predicament a result of his villainous activity, his theft of
shower credits from Rowan that very morning, or his abysmal grade in
Interpersonal Communication? What could he have possibly done to
deserve such a fate?
Jeremiah? Brunel called down, seemingly having just
noticed his ex-chemistry tutor. Whatever it was, it was bad.
Hey, Brunel.
Didnt expect to see you here. Brunel commented, and
Jeremiah couldnt hold back his reflexive scoff.
I didnt exactly expect to see you here, either. He retorted,
craning his neck down to face the high-schooler head-on, Whats up?
You. Oh Core. A long time ago Jeremiah had promised
himself hed strangle the skinny child if he ever heard another one of
those stupid replies. It looked like Caustel was getting a body count,
Im hanging out with one of my friends. You? Brunel Irekes had
friends? The guy was a- Oh, wait. Yeah, Bruneld probably found some
poor stranger to call his friend for as long as they put up with it. Day,
though Jeremiah knew her for nothing but building parties, was likely
Brunels latest victim.
Im visiting my aunt.
Lucy? She lives in this building? Brunel asked, before
shuffling out of sight, an action which was followed by the scuffling of
papers and a few muttered curses that Jeremiah couldnt help but hear,
before popping out again, Why dont you come on up? Day and I had
no idea that her Lucy was your Lucy. Absolutely not. Jeremiah was
never attending one of his ex-tutees stupid tea party picnics ever again.
Hed only ever gone to one out of pity.
No.
Ive got some ham sandwiches we could-
On my way. Was it a bad decision? Oh most definitely,
Jeremiah was supposed to be at a villainy meeting soon. Was Jeremiah
making it anyways? Unfortunately so. Those ham sandwiches were the
best. They were the only reason hed kept tutoring Brunel after the first
month of actual torture. That and the money.
Heyo. One elevator ride and a thousand regrets later, Brunel
greeted Jeremiah right at the elevator door. Standing next to him was
Day, one of Aunt Lucys many neighbors who Jeremiah had
successfully avoided meeting, until then.
Hi. He said awkwardly.
Its nice to formally meet you, Jeremiah, Day greeted,
extending a hand for him to shake, Your aunt talks about you a lot, but
I never really put two and two together. Im Day; she/her/hers, if youd
please. Oh wonderful, shed already heard about him.
Jeremiah; he/him/his. Jeremiah shook Days hand.
Do you visit your aunt often? Day asked, cocking her head
ever-so-slightly.
Yeah. I visit her on Saturdays usually, but she asked me to
come over. For the villainy-planning meeting which Jeremiah was
now late to.
Then it makes sense that you and Brunel never saw earth
other. Day concluded, flashing an obnoxious pearly white grin and
bumping shoulders with Brunel, He comes to my place on Tuesdays
after school. Was it a regular thing? How long had this been going on?
Would it happen again?
I see, Jeremiah looked around, as if glancing around in
search of an exit. Well, it was nice to meet you, Day, but- ah- my
aunts probably- He took a step backwards.
Sandwiches, remember? Behind Jeremiah, and knowing
perfectly well what he was doing, was Brunel. Jeremiah shot a pleading
look at Day, though he was beginning to doubt that she was a fellow
victim. You can invite her up too, if youd like. Day said with
another smile. Was she oh dear, were they working together?
Ive really only got a little bit of time here. An absolute lie,
of course, Can I take a sandwich to go?
Oh absolutely! Ill just bring one from the kitchen then.
Core be blessed.
Thatd be great. Jeremiah said with a nod as Brunel turned
to enter Days apartment.
So what grade are you in? Day asked as the door to her
apartment closed behind Brunel. Jeremiah blinked.
Im in college. Everyone was just struggling to get by all the
same. Jeremiah had assumed that Brunel wouldve told Day as such,
but perhaps she was just being polite.
Oh. Cool. Ah yes, peak communication skills. Well, he
couldnt have done much better, Whats your major? Alright, Brunel
had definitely weaseled Jeremiahs intended major from him at one
point or another. Day was just being polite.
Forensics.
Hm. Oh fine. Two could play that game.
What do you do for work? Jeremiah asked in his best Im
trying to be polite but I hate this voice.
Im retired, actually. Wait- what?
What? She hardly looked any older than his Aunt Lucy, who
was in her early forties. Most people retired in their seventies, and that
was if they were lucky.
I got off on disability. Evidently she had sensed his
confusion. Jeremiah did his best to discreetly look her up and down.
Evidently the disability wasnt a physical one, but who was he to
judge? Oh. The pension good? He asked awkwardly. Day laughed
lightly. Yeah, I suppose it is. Granted, she lived in the same building
as Lucy. That is- one on the very outskirts of town with old cement
stairways that hadnt been rebuilt since the Pinnacle of the Core had
burned down. Lucy barely made a living.
Huh. Well, still, it was Sol Undra. Rosali was generally
regarded as the best retirement city, but it had a far lower quality of life.
Ham sandwiches for you and your aunt. Brunel appeared in
the doorway, two sandwich halves carefully and individually wrapped
in plastic. Rich peoples obsession with itty-bitty portions was weird,
but Jeremiah would be more than happy to eat Lucys portion for her.
She was vegetarian, afterall.
Thank you. What? He could be polite, It was nice seeing
you. Sometimes. Jeremiah didnt bother sticking around for Brunels
poor attempt at stalling, turning around and entering the elevator.
Bye, Jeremiah! Enjoy your- The elevator door cut off
Brunels farewell, and Jeremiah released a long breath.
Well, at least he had the ham sandwiches.
And why are you late, Jeremiah? Cassandra asked, arms
folded over her chest as Lucy swung open the door.
Apparently my aunts neighbor is frequently visited by
Brunel. Was Jeremiah a little upset that his Aunt Lucy hadnt caught
on and warned him? Perhaps. Then again, nobody was perfect, not even
his aunt.
Brunel? Like- your Brunel? I wasnt aware of that. His
Brunel? Oh no no no, Jeremiah took no responsibility for the upper
year. Well, I just got roped into visiting him for a minute. Thats
like- a solid sixty seconds. A solid sixty seconds of pain and more pain
and pain on the side.
You what? Which Aunt Lucy, saint that she was, knew.
Wait- whos Brunel? Poor, innocent Cassandra.
Why would you even do that, though? Lucy had met Brunel
once- and only once- when shed had to pick Jeremiah up from their
tutoring session at the Irekes Tower.
Dont look at me! You know how he does things! Which
was, of course, a lie. Jeremiah had been lured in by the very sandwiches
in his hands. When Brunel had met Lucy, he had ultimately convinced
her that the Breeze was controlled by gravity, that there was a fourth
member of the Verojas Trio, and that the Keeper was actually an
organic recreation of an extinct animal before she could be saved and
brought back to common sense.
Brunel Irekes, Cass. Aunt Lucy informed the confused
woman.
Oh shit, the cryptid? Yeah, that one. Despite being the son
of two incredibly famous people- and quite possibly the richest people
in the entire world- and honestly the most memorably detestable person
Jeremiah had ever met, Brunel only had about two articles about him
floating around the internet. The fact that Cassandra had seen even one
of them was honestly a miracle.
Oh Core, my poor neighbor. Except Day hadnt seemed
quite as uncomfortable around Brunel as anyone sane would have been.
She almost seemed to be his accomplice, which was impossible but
then again retirement could make anyone lonely. Lonely enough to
throw building parties.
Wait a second- you two know Brunel Irekes? Cassandra
asked. Thats a story for another time, Im afraid. Right. Right.
Jeremiah wasnt at his aunts apartment for a social call. The three of
them were there to discuss important plans for future villainy, We
should attack the Central Water Reserve next.
Im sorry, what? Jeremiah couldnt help but gasp at his
aunts recommendation. Everyone in the city of Sol Undra needed that
water to survive. Their city was even in the lead for having the highest
base water rations, as it had been for nearly six decades- since the days
of Wrath and Peirein.
Arent water reforms not that big of a deal anymore?
Cassandra asked, clearly not seeing the bigger issue.
Im afraid thats the problem. Our base water rations havent
changed since Wrath passed the Universal Life Bill, but the amount of
water in the reserve has. In addition, all of the water in the city can only
be picked up in that one place. People on the outskirts have to travel
miles to pick up their weekly ration cards, which will often be deducted
by the fee it costs to transport the water to them.
That doesnt mean we can plunge the city into drought!
Jeremiah exclaimed. His aunt was making some decent points, but her
plan had a very, very fatal flaw.
We wouldnt actually. Aunt Lucy said with a small smile,
The city of Sol Undra has a back-up water reserve that could provide
rations to everyone in the city for thirty days. Its designed so that
everyone will survive a disaster until they can fix and restock the
Central Water Reserve. That was actually remarkably useful.
They dont teach you that in school. Cassandra remarked,
looking positively pleased. Jeremiah frowned- he didnt like where that
was going. They werent going to attack the emergency reserves too,
were they?
No, were only hitting the Central Water Reserve, Aunt
Lucy chided lightly, Really, we should only aim to drain the reserve
half-way.
Not a lot of time for precision. Jeremiah pointed out.
Actually controlling the flames was a still a feat that remained out of
his grasp, and working against a natural fire deterrent would surely
make things more difficult, You do realize that the Central Water
Reserve is right next to the Pinnacle of the Core?
I do. Itll only make our attack more meaningful, even if
Optokinesis gets there to stop us earlier. Well hit it on Saturday- right
when the Pinnacle of the Core is busiest. Of course, Jeremiah had his
hesitations about being within a one mile radius of the Pinnacle of the
Core during Saturday Mass, but his aunt had a good point. The
confusion would most certainly make their attack more effective.
How are we even going to drain the Central Water Reserve?
Jeremiah might be a decent frontline fighter, but fire isnt going to do
much against a huge metal container of water. A decent frontline
fighter? He was their only frontline fighter, thank you very much.
Easy. Jer and one of my clones will just serve as distractions
while you and I bust the rooftop valves. The water will go straight
towards the midspace, making it easier to collect later and ensuring that
it wont interfere with the fighting on the ground.
Rowan would have to go without his extra long showers for a
while, but all in all it was a decent plan. Jeremiah was always bothered
by the fact that Sol Undras policy of one gallon per person per day was
both subject to change and considered the height of luxury around the
world. By always bothered he meant since a single school trip to the
Central Water Reserve and then whenever he was reminded of it in
passing, so perhaps that was why Lucy had chosen it as one of their
projects.
So well meet here at first light on Saturday to set out? Aunt
Lucy suggested.
Then we have a plan. Jeremiah held back his desire to roll
his eyes at Cassandras statement.
Barely. How do you expect me to fend off Optokinesis when
Ive legitimately never succeeded before? Optokinesis was just too
good at what they did, and it showed.
I suppose youll have to get better then. Aunt Lucy said with
a shrug, I can talk to Urich about training you two days a week when I
see him later. Two days a week? Did she somehow think that would
prepare him better for a battle that Saturday?
You could always practice setting fire to random things.
Cassandra suggested. Jeremiah blinked in bewilderment. There was
absolutely no way he was just going to be casually playing with fire in
Optokinesis city. It was one thing to be judged by his aunt when he
accidentally burned something to ashes, and quite another to be arrested
by the hero of the city.
Yeah, no.
I dont think that would be the best idea. His aunt agreed,
but he could train with you, Cass. You work remotely, so it shouldnt
be too hard to keep an eye on him while youre doing that. An eye on
him? Jeremiah was not a misbehaving dog, thank you very much.
Uh- I mean- I suppose so? Cassandra looked remarkably
uncomfortable with the idea. Frankly, Jeremiah felt the same. As it was,
though, he barely had a chance to practice with Lucy outside of actual
battles and had been vaguely jealous when Cassandra increased her
visions to one hour into the future and Lucy gained the ability to make
four working versions of herself.
That could work. Regardless of his qualms with the woman,
Jeremiah really needed the extra practice.
Just message to see if Im home, but I rarely leave the house
so you can probably stop by anytime. Oh wonderful, flexibility.
Jeremiah had a habit of procrastinating when given the chance, so he
needed to set a time quickly and definitively.
Can I come by tomorrow afternoon? Not specific enough,
Two or so? That should give him enough time to complete his
homework.
Yeah.
Wonderful, Aunt Lucy clapped her hands together,
Remember, Jer, you just have to get good enough to hold Optokinesis
off for half an hour or so. A half hour? Yeah, he was going to need
that extra practice, even if he wasnt looking forward to it.
Part 9
Jer, I talked to Calvin again. Rowan was already on the
couch when Jeremiah got back to their shared dorm, sprawled out and
ready for another routine session of complaining.
And?
Were going to Der Verde on Friday. Apparently the whole
rejecting Calvin thing couldnt last more than a month, though Jeremiah
wasnt particularly surprised- Rowan hadnt stopped talking about
them. Seriously, he just hadnt stopped.
Cool. Did that mean Jeremiah could get free coffee? Maybe
a couple of office supplies stolen from the Pinnacle of the Core? Inside
information about Optokinesis?
Yeah probably not.
Its really cool, actually. Were going to be visiting one of the
gardens they have out there, and supposedly theyve got some cool
plant that only- Jeremiah zoned out as he got a notification.
Gear up. Were going to a BBQ party on Friday @noon and
Urich scheduled you for Thursday. Apparently he was booked for
Friday, too. Thursday, though? That was just cruel.
Part 10
So a barbeque party. Needless to say, that was not how
Jeremiah had imagined his Saturday afternoon to play out. His former
student was in one corner, a bunch of people he only vaguely knew
from walking past them in hallways in the next, and his beloved aunt
was nowhere to be seen. After revealing that shed dragged him to
Days latest building party- and that hed been personally invited and
there wasnt really anything she could do to help- Aunt Lucy had
basically just dumped him by the utensils. Social events had never
really been his thing, even at the church where he knew pretty much
everyone and particularly in a strangers apartment surrounded by other
strangers.
So there he was, next to the plastic forks and knives with a cup
of punch, trying to determine if punch was really all it was. Even if it
wasnt, what really was the worst that could happen? Well, besides
getting arrested for underage drinking or something like that. Or Day
being arrested for allowing a minor to drink alcohol at her party- that
would be bad as well. Or his Aunt Lucy getting arrested for allowing
the minor under her care to drink alcohol at a party. Perhaps not, then,
though people might find it odd if he stood longer than necessary
without taking a single sip. Not that anyone would specifically be
watching him, of course, but-
Thats just punch, you know? Jeremiah froze at the awfully
familiar voice. Apparently someone was specifically watching him. I
can practically hear the gears turning in your head.
Its been a while. Jeremiah noted, opting to take a sip and
only feeling somewhat surprised when he didnt taste anything out of
the ordinary.
Not really, though. Brunels laugh was just the same as itd
ever been- breathy and awkward in a way that made Jeremiah just
generally uncomfortable.
You know what I mean.
I suppose I must. A pause. Jeremiah knew better than to
allow for a pause, but after such a long time hed fallen out of practice
with coming up with painful small-talk. I heard you went to court for a
senior prank.
I did. Oh, joy. Brunel always knew the best topics to bring
up after two years of glorious absence.
What was the prank? Jeremiah briefly glanced around the
party, though he was once more unsuccessful in locating his aunt.
Thankfully, there didnt seem to be anyone listening in on their
conversation.
A stink bomb. He answered. Brunel hummed.
Thats terribly off-brand. It was, wasnt it? I suppose those
kids you hung out with put you up to it, then, The hair on the back of
Jeremiahs neck stood up. Whyd you have to go to court?
The teacher smoked. Hopefully Brunel would put two and
two together. Though, if Jeremiah was being honest, he really just
hoped that Brunel had magically gained some social awareness and
wouldnt follow-up again.
Oh. Another pause, and thus another opportunity for Brunel
to analyze Jeremiah for weakness. Core damnit. Has Lucy left you too,
then? Too? If Jeremiah could just get Brunel to talk about himself,
he would be somewhat safe.
She and Day have been talking by themselves for the past
thirty minutes. Well, it was lovely to know that the two were getting
along- perhaps Jeremiahs aunt could even show Day the benefits of
befriending anyone other than Brunel. Respectfully, though, if Aunt
Lucy was going to drag Jeremiah to a barbeque party against his will
only to talk to the host the entire time, he was leaving. I wouldnt
disturb them if I were you.
Okay. Since when had Brunel been Jeremiah, though?
Jeremiah had a lot of math that he needed to complete before Sunday
and plans that would take up the most of Saturday.
Lucy was, as promised, right next to Day on the patio. Day
was operating the barbeque to cook the burgers that had been foretold
in the invitation, and Lucy was mixing a bowl of what appeared to be
deviled eggs.
Really? I knew the annual conference was pretty bad, but
thats just messed up. They were talking politics.
Mhm. We have all the resources for virtual ones at
undisclosed times, we just dont use them. It seemed like Lucy had
finally found yet another person to talk to about societys injustices.
And with that much money for repairs on the line? Core, I
knew it was a lot but those statistics. Day appeared to be having a
crisis of sorts.
Oh, Jer, I just noticed you there. Lucy set down the bowl
and turned to Jeremiah, Did you need something?
Im leaving. No point in beating around the bush.
But food hasnt even been served yet. Day said with a
frown, waving her spatula in the air, Im making hamburgers. Well,
yes, he could see that.
This is a building party, is it not? I dont live in your
building. He made eye contact with Lucy before making his next
point, and my aunt doesnt really need me here for anything.
Jeremiah had thought they could at least serve as emotional support for
one another, but nooo. Apparently his aunt had been one of the
organizers of the event.
Youve only been here for half an hour, Jer, Lucy rolled her
eyes, Surely it isnt that bad. Jeremiah blinked. Considering his prior
conversation with Brunel? It really was that bad.
Its all good, Lucy. Day said, turning back to her
hamburgers, Not everyone is a-okay with large social gatherings like
this. She was pitying him, how wonderful. Well, if it would get him
out of the party he would take it.
Fine, fine. Go back to your hole, if you must.
Thank you. Goodbye. This was great, honestly. Rowan
wouldnt be at the dorm for the day, and Jeremiah had just purchased
the latest edition of Hunting Syndrome.
Part 11
Leaving so soon? This. This was the reason Jeremiah didnt
believe in Coreanism. Surely if some benevolent being was watching
over them all, they would have the good sense to ensure Jeremiah
would not run into Brunel on his way out.
Yes.
Did you see how well Lucy and Day are getting along?
Again with that? Had Brunel been worried that Day wouldnt get along
with other people for some reason?
Yes? His reply unfortunately came out a bit like a question.
Big mistake. Brunels eyes lit up.
I think theyre going to be friends! Isnt that great? Well,
yeah, but what did that have to do with stopping him as he was just
trying to leave?
It was then that Jeremiah realized the implications of Lucy and
Days friendship. Hed have to see Brunel more. It didnt really seem
too life-threatening until Jeremiah remembered just who Brunel was. If
Day and Lucy were friends, Brunel was going to start expecting all four
of them to meet up at least once a month- potentially at more building
parties. If Day and Lucy were friends, Brunel was going to get an
excuse to ask weird and personal questions about Jeremiah. If Day and
Lucy were friends, Jeremiah would have to be friendly to Brunel.
Oh shit. Oh no. Oh Core no. He didnt care what it took, he
was going to be ripping those two away from one another. His life was
on the line!
Im so glad that Days finally made another friend. Brunels
shit-eating grin widened deviously. Theoretically, if Day could connect
with Lucy enough to realize just how Brunel was, she could unfriend
him. That was unlikely though- Brunel had evidently sunk his claws
deep, and separating them would probably take more time than
Jeremiah was willing to put in. Day and Lucy, on the other hand, were
significantly less close.
I have to get home, Brunel. Jeremiah had to plot out his
grand master plan for making Day and Lucy stay acquaintances. If
worst came to worst he could try to make them enemies, but they
happened to live in the same building. Being enemies with a building-
partner just made everything inconvenient.
Oh, alright. Have a lovely afternoon.
You too. Jeremiah responded on instinct, instantaneously
cursing the way he had been trained to be polite. He most certainly did
not want Brunel to have a lovely afternoon.
Who even wished someone a lovely afternoon? Lovely was
such a weird adjective, particularly when describing a period of time. A
person wouldn't describe a decade as lovely would they? So why
should anyone describe an afternoon as such? It was just a tad
ridiculous, and perfectly Brunel-esque.
Part 12
Do you want to hear about my date with Calvin? No,
absolutely no.
Are you going to tell me? Jeremiah very purposely did not
pause his game.
Well, it was the best thing ever. You know how we were
going to see the ukenmedil flower? Jeremiah decided not to answer,
too engrossed in completing his analysis of the virtual crime scene.
Well, everyone had to go in and out in rotations, and the flower totally
bloomed right as we walked in. Calvin got the whole thing on video,
and it was just amazing.
Amazing. Jeremiah echoed, sorting through the evidence
that he had collected thus far. His prime suspect was Togume Hart, who
had mysteriously disappeared earlier in the game. At first hed
thought that she had been killed, but all the evidence seemed to point
towards her being Emmas killer. All that was left was to play through
a couple of minigames and file his case report.
Then, because apparently Optokinesis pays like- really well-
we headed to this really cool shell n soft place where we shared a big
lobster with some sashimi.
Oh? Jeremiah clicked on the final piece of evidence he had
to collect, and started putting together the puzzle that was required of
him to investigate it.
We talked about all kinds of stuff. Like- apparently on the
side hes been getting his degree in politics online. Right now hes all
lined up to basically take over most of the Pinnacle of the Core
whenever Optokinesis decides to retire.
Very nice. Jeremiah completed his puzzle and glanced
through the evidence file. A handprint? Wait, no, it was missing a
finger. The middle-finger, to be precise. Wasnt there, like, an actual at-
large serial killer IRL who left that on the scene of their crimes?
But anyways, the topic of course ended up on heroes, and
apparently Calvin grew up in Der Verde with Melody and Taco. And
apparently hes been helping Optokinesis basically steal Tacos ideas
and getting credit for them.
What?!
Yeah, which I told him was totally unfair, because
Optokinesis policies are a lot more refined than Tacos. Hunting
Syndrome 17 was based off of a real serial killer's first few hits? How
was he supposed to find the culprit then? The in-game culprit would
obviously be different than the living culprit, because nobody had
found the IRL culprit for sixty years.
Meaning, of course, that the game was utter bullcrap. How
could Jeremiah feel the satisfaction of solving the murder mystery
when he wasnt actually solving it? How could he solve Sarah
McKinnelys murder when Alvarice Morenburg had actually
legitimately died? How could he convict someone in the game when
they were legitimately innocent and the real Hand of God was still on
the loose?
Great Core. Jeremiah glanced away from the article and
towards the games pause screen, trying to wrap his head around the
fact that his favorite character so far was based on a really-real dead
person. But then we started talking about it some more and I managed
to convince him that since Optokinesis had credited Taco at every turn,
really its just the fact that Der Verdes other hero, Melody, is so
against the policies that Optokinesis has even been accused of stealing
ideas. Rowan was completely oblivious or uncaring of Jeremiahs
clear emotional breakdown. It was weird for the roles to be reversed.
Oh.
Yeah. So it was totally great and we scheduled to meet up
next Saturday as well. Next time were both going to Verojas to check
out the rebellious other side of the world. Rowan finished with a grin.
Hey, is that Hunting Syndrome 17? I heard the writers of that edition
worked with Peirein, so Ive been meaning to check it out.
Dont. Rowan was overly emotional as it was. He didnt
need to get attached to fictional-not-fictional characters in the way
Jeremiah did. It would only make them more similar, which was all-in-
all something Jeremiah wanted to avoid.
Oh? Is it bad or something? Right. Of course he was
expecting some elaboration.
No. Its just a murder mystery based on actual people, so I
dont think youd like it much.
Fair enough. Rowan accepted his explanation with a shrug,
How was the BBQ party with your aunt?
Oh. Oh shit. Jeremiah had completely forgotten about his
predicament regarding Lucy and Days budding friendship. He had
loaded into the game with the intention of only completing one hour of
it before switching to scheming, but the characters had sucked him too
far in. He was stuck with absolutely no plans- no ideas, even- for
making sure Lucy and Day never hung out again. How was he
supposed to do that when he was going through a crisis of his own?
I have to find a way to ensure that Lucy and Day dont ever
hang out ever again. Jeremiah admitted. Rowan was annoying, sure,
but he was technically a psychology major. Did any of those courses
teach how to start conflict?
Oh. Was it bad? Was it bad? Would Jeremiah be admitting
that he needed help if it wasnt bad?
Yes. Absolutely.
Have you ever considered that youre just jealous that your
aunt has somebody else to talk to? Oh of course Rowan had taken the
opportunity to analyze Jeremiahs issues.
No. Day hangs out with Brunel, and if Lucy and Day hang
out it means I have to hang out with Brunel. Which was not
happening, because Jeremiah was seriously considering getting his
headstone an electric fence and a guard to ensure that Brunel could
never ever speak to him, even if he was dead.
You could just not? Apparently Brunelness wasnt
taught in those classes.
No. No I couldnt. You dont know Brunel. Hell find a
way. Brunel was the type of person to accidentally bump into you in
a grocery store and proceed to talk your ear off for an hour. Jeremiah
should know- as it happened to him not once but three times.
Alright and who are we talking about? Jeremiah had
almost forgotten that Rowan (thankfully) did not know as much about
Jeremiah as Jeremiah knew about him. That included his time with one
Brunel Irekes.
Someone really, really extroverted and also a conspiracy
theorist. Rowan nodded dutifully at Jeremiahs answer, as if he
understood the mortification that came from any interaction with
Brunel. Okay, so you make sure your aunt and Day dont find
anything to talk about. As if it were that simple.
Too late. Their time together at the party didnt even
account for the parties before, nor for the fact that theyd set up the
party somehow, which likely involved some amount of communication.
So you need to make sure they dont have any time to hang
out. Your aunts already pretty busy with her job, isnt she? Whenever
shes not at work, you can be with her, and then she wont have any
time for Day. That wasnt necessarily a bad plan, but Jeremiah didnt
exactly have any control over Aunt Lucys schedule.
Im not sure that would work. Jeremiah admitted, Im pretty
busy this semester. He had also just begun a new Hunting Syndrome
game, all of which were fairly famous for over a hundred hours of
storyline gameplay.
Then I mean Im fairly unbusy, probably maybe? I
could I mean, when Im not hanging out with Calvin I could babysit
your aunt for you.
Youd what? Was Rowan really willing to do that? That
was a little weird, if Jeremiah was being honest.
I mean, what are best friends for if not to get behind your
frankly ridiculous anti-social and/or social schemes? Rowan asked.
They were not friends, but Jeremiah wasnt going to tell Rowan
that after theyd just volunteered to help him.
Part 13
Hey, Jer. Shall we go in? Jeremiahs aunt was waiting
outside of Dawits Verojas Cuisine.
Sure. They walked into the restaurant, the same way they had
every first Sunday of the year since Jeremiah was seven.
Good afternoon. For Clarke? The receptionist asked.
Yes. Aunt Lucy said, nodding and gracefully allowing
Jeremiah to avoid conversation.
Right this way, please. A waiter appeared to the side of the
desk and picked up two menus before guiding them to a recently
cleaned table, Can I get you two anything to drink?
An apple juice, please. Lucy requested. Apple juice was a
suitable choice, especially considering the fact that no restaurants were
allowed to serve water in light of the Central Water Reserve situation.
However, the new prices on beverages scared Jeremiah a bit.
Nothing for me. He couldnt really imagine paying that much
for apple juice.
Alright, then. Ill be right out with your apple juice. The
waiter noted their orders and scurried off to another table, leaving Lucy
and Jeremiah alone.
So He began, trying to find a good place to start their
conversation, That attack, huh?
That attack. Lucy agreed, I think the villains shouldve
waited until after our yearly visit to Dawits.
Oh absolutely. Their tradition had not been taken into
account when they drained the Central Water Reserve.
I also think that Caustel should have actually gone and
practiced fire magic more than just the once. Jeremiah winced at his
aunts jab. Hed certainly thought about practicing his magic, but he
just hadnt gotten around to texting Cassandra.
Im sure hes very sorry? He most certainly was. Jeremiahs
insufficient control of his fire had led to the premature
decommissioning of Carcinoids clone.
Im sure hes already forgiven. Lucy assured him, Besides,
regardless of unnecessary property damage he did manage to keep
Optokinesis from interfering with Carcinoids dastardly plot. That he
had. Optokinesis had been forced to generate a new top hat three
different times. It was rather hilarious, actually.
Though who would have guessed that the Central Water
Reserve would have that many trained guards not on the citys official
payroll? I suppose it makes sense- but still! We havent had villains in
decades! It was frankly ridiculous that theyd go that far to hide guards
from villains which had been absent for two decades. Lucy nodded.
It was quite a surprise. Its thanks to them that the villains had
to drain the reserve from the bottom rather than from the top, which
caused a bit of flooding throughout the building. The flooding had
been ridiculously inconvenient for when Caustel had been called into
the building to help the others escape.
That flooding certainly helped slow Caustel down when he
tried to assist the getaway. Fire and water is practically a tale as old as
time. Those guards certainly knew what they were doing. Those
guards had also given him a patchwork of bruises and nearly broke his
arm.
So its unfortunate that the villains were clearly trained in
martial arts, though perhaps next time they should get more training in
crowd control. Aunt Lucy suggested. Jeremiah seriously doubted that
any amount of training could prepare him for fighting twenty fully-
armored guards armed with lasers, but who was he to judge?
I wonder where those guards store and train with all those
weapons. He mused. Perhaps where it was could be the next target for
their attack.
I think they have their training center in the Pinnacle of the
Core. That was a big nope, then. Attacking a building next to the
Pinnacle of the Core had been tough, so Jeremiah didnt even want to
imagine what attacking the building itself would look like.
Oh wow, thats pretty impressive. Do you suppose-
I have your apple juice for you. The waiter had returned, Do
you know what youd like to order or would you like a little more
time?
I think were ready. Aunt Lucy said, making eye contact with
Jeremiah, who nodded, Alright, Id like your vegetarian risotto with
asparagus, please. The waiter marked Aunt Lucys order down on
their little notepad.
And Id like the aelmeran pan noodles, please. The price
wasnt too bad. Besides, with any luck his order would include
enough food for some leftovers. The dorm building kitchens had
practically gone into a full lock-down.
Ill have those right out for you, then. The waiter assured
them before scuttling off once more.
Ill get to the point, Jeremiah, Aunt Lucy said, turning to
Jeremiah with her eyebrows furrowed. Wait- what? What point? Have
you been sending your roommate to intercept Day and I?
Um, what? He could play dumb. He was quite good at being
dumb, so playing it couldnt really be that hard. Right?
This past week, every time I have tried to so much as message
Day, your roommate has waltzed into my apartment and started talking
to me about every little thing. Which you can imagine is rather
inconvenient, as I often have projects scattered on my counters.
Villainous projects, no doubt. Oh dear. Rowan wasnt very subtle, was
he?
Ill talk to him about that?
Im sure you have. Aunt Lucys eyes narrowed, And when
we tried to go out for lunch, do you know who was poorly attempting to
hide in the bushes? Oh dear Core.
In the bushes? Was Rowan stupid, or something?
Jeremiah, just because Im hanging out with Day doesnt
mean that you have to hang out with Brunel.
Yes it does! You dont know Brunel. Shed only talked to
him once or twice, really. Hell find any possible way to talk to you,
and then hell find any possible way to talk to me, and then my life as a
free man is over! Jeremiah could never go back to tutoring Brunel on
the weekends. Never.
Jer Yet that tone of voice suggested that he would eventually
have to.
Okay, fine, Jeremiah relented, making a mental note to tell
Rowan to back off or at least be more subtle, but if youve got all that
extra time to stop by Days place then I expect to practice at your
house. Hopefully that would keep her busier, and even if it didnt he
wouldnt have to message Cassandra.
Fair enough, but less time will mean less results. As if that
werent obvious. Jeremiah was very willing to trade results for
convenience.
Yes.
I heard that Optokinesis is coming up with a new line of
stuffed toys and action figures to raise money to refill the Central Water
Reserve. Theyre trying to collect what they can from the Breeze and
reconstruct what they cant. They werent going to collect much from
the Breeze, considering most of the water had turned to steam once it
reached the same height as the Pinnacle of the Core. That glass was
heat protected for a reason.
Ive heard that too, unfortunately. Jeremiah sighed. Rowan,
despite the fact that he was legitimately dating the assistant of
Optokinesis and going on a date with said assistant at that very
moment, had not shut up about how hot the life-sized Optokinesis
plushies would be.
I also heard that theyre going to make a speech about the
damages this upcoming Friday. It sure would be a shame if those
villains hit a couple of communication towers before then. If less
people were reassured by the heroes, less people would be willing to
back the heroes in the future. That was the point of this whole
endeavor- to end the practice of letting incompetent heroes make all the
political decisions. Taco from Der Verde was Brunels age, for Cores
sake!
Well have to discuss the possibility with Cassandra.
Jeremiah didnt have any classes on Friday, but he still had homework
and Hunting Syndrome 17 to labor over. He was hoping that Cassandra
would be busy.
Ive heard that Optokinesis has taken to calling Caustel,
Stella. As if sensing Jeremiahs reluctance, Aunt Lucy took a stab at
him. Optokinesis hadnt dropped the awful nickname since their bank
robbery, and it continued to get on Jeremiahs nerves.
I guess Caustels gotta keep up whatever training regime hes
got going on if he wants Opto to take him seriously. His willingness to
put off training and attacks directly clashed with his desire to make
Optokinesis regret ever coming up with that stupid nickname.
I suppose so. Speaking of training, did the aches from
Wednesday mostly fade by Friday mornings session or should we try
to get a Monday-Friday thing going? She was referring to Jeremiahs
brand new two-day training regime with Urich, which had been
incredibly painful. Jeremiah had stumbled into the center on Friday
already sore, and he was fairly certain that the subsequent training had
ruined him for Saturday. It hadnt gotten better that next week, either.
Monday-Friday would be far preferable. Hopefully that
would give him a bit more time for rest and relaxation before he had to
strain himself again. Though, having training on Mondays would mean
rescheduling his usual pre-class homework cram.
If you say so.
I have some aelmeran pan noodles, The waiter had returned,
two plates in hand. They placed Jeremiahs food in front of him and
turned to Aunt Lucy, and you must have the vegetarian risotto with
asparagus.
Thank you. While his aunt was practicing niceties, Jeremiah
took in the smell of the roasted chestnuts on his plate. Seriously,
though, how could plants even smell that good?
Do you two need anything else?
I think were good for now.
Then Ill be around if you need anything. The waiter left,
leaving Jeremiah and his aunt to their meals.
Damn, the asparagus looks good this year. Lucy unfolded her
napkin and gently placed it onto her lap, reminding Jeremiah to do the
same.
Hey, theres a reason we keep coming back. They couldnt
afford Dawits all the time, but it was a nice treat for the new year. It
was especially appreciated considering the extra classes Jeremiah was
taking over the winter semester to ensure that he could stay at the
dorms.
Im going to your parents place for Candlesphere. Any
chance youd be willing to suffer with me?
Nope. No, no, and no. Jeremiah did not care about being a
good son or whatever else people wanted of him- he was never going
back to his parents place. Especially for Candlesphere. He loved his
aunt, sure, but not enough to visit home for the most religious holiday
of the year. Or- the holiday his parents had made the most religious.
Not many people actually celebrated Candlesphere for the Coreanist
traditions anymore. It was wonderful, because Jeremiah never ever
wanted to see another lamb sacrificed on an altar ever again.
No. He was honestly a tad insulted that Lucy would even see
a point in bringing it up.
Fair enough. If I could get out of it without becoming the
sacrifice, believe me, I would, Aunt Lucy shuddered, My mom would
kill me.
That she would. Jeremiahs grandmother was a character.
Jeremiah had made the wonderful decision to simply not tell his family
where he was going for school, so that they would never know where
he lived ever again. Well, as long as they didnt go through the
extensive paperwork process to look up his address. Hed only been
able to reach that newfound level of freedom thanks to the money that
working for the Irekes family had provided.
Which was running out, actually. Extra courses over the
holidays were not cheap. If worst came to worst he would be allowed to
live at his aunts house next school year- shed offered- but that would
surely be a bit inconvenient for the both of them. Villainy- or at least
their brand of villainy- unfortunately didnt make a whole lot of money,
so Jeremiah was in the beginning stages of scouting for a part-time job
with flexible hours. Between training, schooling, and fighting, there just
wasnt enough time in a week.
Jer, you havent even touched your food. His aunt pointed
out. Ah, right. Jeremiah had nearly lost himself there.
Eh. He grabbed his fork and began to eat. The food was just
as delicious as it was every year, but having been reminded of his
impending doom Jeremiah couldnt find the heart to enjoy it.
Part 14
Oh hey, Jeremiah. I nearly didnt see you there. Called it.
Jeremiah sighed and put the cereal box back on the shelf.
Hello, Brunel. Farewell, brief days of peace and quiet.
Hows life been treating you since the party? He supposed it
was a miracle in and of itself that it had taken Brunel two weeks to
miraculously appear beside him at the grocery store. Theyd
successfully prevented Optokinesis speech from reaching half of the
news stations in Sol Undra and completely cut off broadcasting to other
cities. Of course, then Optokinesis had paused his speech and
completely decimated Jeremiah in battle.
You know- Im really just so glad that Day has another friend.
She lost a few in her upper years and just hasnt been the same since.
Ah yes, Brunel was spilling peoples trauma to complete strangers. It
was remarkably on-brand.
I doubt you were alive when Day was in upper years.
Jeremiah pointed out quite reasonably.
Well, yeah, but you can tell, Brunel explained. No, Jeremiah
could not. He had just assumed that Day had trouble meeting new
people after retirement, Did you see the fight between Optokinesis and
the villains on Friday?
I did. Jeremiah had lived it. If Brunel started spouting Opto-
worshiping propaganda like Rowan did, Jeremiah was just going to
walk away.
Im honestly really disappointed that the villains lost.
Wait, what?
Yeah- I know we arent supposed to talk poorly about the
heroes but the Sedition and Slander laws are ridiculous anyways. Its
not like I couldnt afford to pay the fine. Ah yes, Jeremiah had nearly
forgotten that free speech was just a rich-person tax.
Oh. Very intelligent speech there, Jeremiah.
They go on about how the money being made will be sent
directly to the different causes, as if those organizations arent run by
swindlers and fifty percent of the profits dont go directly to their hero
paycheck. Did you know that Optokinesis made four times the average
city-wide income in the last month alone?
No. He really hadnt. It wasnt like the hero office directly
told people how much money the heroes made, though that was for
obvious reasons. In order to know how much money Optokinesis made
Jeremiah would have had to keep track of exactly how much money
had been spent by people around the world on Sol Undran hero
merchandise and then divide that total in half. Apparently Brunel had
done that.
Dont even get me started on the suit. Heroes go on and on to
schools about how everyone should be free to express themselves, and
then Optokinesis goes out of their way to wear a suit. You know how a
heros form is directly linked to their mental state and it takes a ton of
work to change? Optokinesis went out of their way to change their
mentality just to encourage people to dress formally. Even if their goal
was solely to increase merchandise sales, its far easier to get people to
afford moth costumes than it is for them to afford suits. Sure, the
costume change was a little weird, but Jeremiah didnt really judge
them for it. Optokinesis was scary enough as it was, they didnt need to
be rated PG-13 just because of a moth costume.
Are you sure you should be talking about this in a grocery
store? Mostly, Jeremiah just wanted Brunel to shut up and leave him
alone. Even if Brunel was making arguably good points, that was just a
sign that Jeremiah should re-evaluate what he considered a good point.
Really, he just wanted to finish his shopping list and go home.
Ah, you might be right. Brunel agreed, back to my place,
then? Nope.
Ive got shopping to do. Jeremiah said with a frown.
Of course! Well, Ill just have to shuffle next to you until
youre done. Did Brunel seriously not understand social cues at all?
Well- scratch that- he was Brunel. Still, though.
I have class soon. Jeremiah wouldnt be giving Brunel a
specific time, because if he gave Brunel a specific time Brunel would
simply ask follow-up questions until he inevitably scheduled himself in
there somewhere. Besides, Jeremiah didnt have class for another five
hours.
Oh, well thats unfortunate, Brunel sighed, weve really got
to get back to regularly meeting up. My chemistry grades have taken
quite the tank, you know?
Your chemistry grades are fine. Jeremiah didnt actually
know that, but he did know that Brunel was really rather smart when he
actually put any semblance of effort into his schooling or logic into his
homework.
Are they? You know, I cant help but notice that youre back
to buying Cocoa Berries instead of Circus Braids. Of course Brunel
would pick apart Jeremiahs cereal choice.
Maybe I just like them better.
Nope! It was like Brunel couldnt even comprehend the
possibility of being wrong, I think that the money you made from
those tutoring sessions is finally running out. That is really unfortunate,
considering the price of staying in the dorms year-round.
Maybe I already have another job. Jeremiah had certainly
been thinking about getting one.
No, you dont. Brunel laughed, Which is why youll be on
the fifty-fifth floor of the Irekes Tower to tutor me again.
No.
Yes, actually, The boy grinned sadistically. It was fitting,
considering that he was about to ruin Jeremiahs life yet again, Im
tripling your hourly pay.
Wait. Hold on a minute. Brunel was tripling Jeremiahs hourly
pay? Did he even understand what that meant? On their same two-hour
per week schedule Jeremiah could make enough money to pay for his
next year of housing in just eight weeks. Jeremiah could afford
Rowans fancy-shmancy bath pass. Jeremiah could get the Hunting
Syndrome 17 Official DLC pack, featuring a full fifty hours of content
building on and branching off of the main storyline.
What time?
Part 15
Oh, Stella! I dont suppose youre here to get a sneak peak of
the merchandise? How had Optokinesis found him so quickly? The
factory was big.
I dont suppose youre just here to watch me destroy your
factory? Jeremiah asked as he set his shoulders on fire in and attempt
to seem as intimidating as possible. Optos eye just stared at him.
On the contrary, go ahead.
What? Jeremiah felt his flames sputter.
Itll just make the surviving merchandise even rarer, meaning
we can sell it for at least five times the normal price. You understand
supply and demand, dont you? Well, yes, but Jeremiah had been
hoping that the decrease in supply would also decrease the range of
Optokinesis influence.
You wont hit your fundraiser targets. Even with an increase
of that scale, the number of goods Jeremiah had already destroyed
would significantly cut down on profits.
Well, no, but we will when I announce that Im going to be
taking no personal income from this financial year. They were going
to do what? If anything, that would only increase Optokinesis fame.
Because the civilians love that bullshit. Somehow every plot
to make Optokinesis less famous was really doing the opposite.
Well, yes and no. Ive been planning on cutting my take-away
to a quarter of the profits since I got the job. If I hold a policy of no
take-aways for a year, itll be like I always have. If Optokinesis really
cut their own pay in half, theyd only be making twice the citys
average annual income per month.
Are you finally going to start publishing how much income
you make? Every other government job had an income reported on the
citys official website.
Im trying to, but that would require getting the majority of
other heroes to agree. Ive brought it up to a few people individually
and were going to make a presentation at the next Heroic Conference.
The next Heroic Conference was in just four months. Jeremiah melted
down another machine.
This is actually really satisfying. He noted, watching the
plastic replicas of Optokinesis melt into oblivion.
Just wait till you get to the life-size ones. Oh, that would be
fun. Not nearly as fun as melting down the real one, but it would
suffice.
Are you sure youre okay with this? Arent you supposed to
be fighting me? Not that Jeremiah minded not getting beaten into a
pulp, but Optokinesis was a registered hero on the assumption that they
would defeat villains whenever they could.
Eh, youve gotten good enough that I dont need to worry
about anyone else in the city noticing, so nobody even knows were
here. Ill just say that you broke in during the night and successfully
destroyed the factory without getting detected. I ever-so-unfortunately
couldnt stop you and will be increasing the city-wide security.
Throughout their many encounters, though none so much as this one,
Jeremiah had realized that Optokinesis was not quite so heroic as they
pretended to be.
Increased city-wide security will suck. Jeremiah actually
quite liked not being monitored every waking hour.
Therell always be that one protest group that makes sure the
bill doesnt go through, so I dont think youll have to worry much. It
was then that Jeremiah was struck by just how symbiotic the
relationship between Optokinesis and the villains was. Opto got paid to
beat them up for the camera and the villains nearly always
accomplished the goal they set out to achieve.
Increased base water rations? Done. Increased restrictions on
CEOs? Done. Greater sanctions for minority groups in business? Done.
Theyd ultimately accomplished every goal theyd set out to achieve,
except for when that goal included the defamation of Optokinesis. Their
attempts to silence Optos speeches had only resulted in more people
tuning in, and their attempt to make merchandise less available to the
public would eventually only result in the merchandise being more
popular. Jeremiah was beginning to see a pattern, and he wasnt entirely
sure how to feel about it.
You sure youre not a villain? He asked. Optokinesis sure
was willing to do a lot of shady things to get their point across.
You sure youre not a hero? Optokinesis shot back. Jeremiah
reeled, momentarily stumbling over his own feet, I mean- your arrest
of Mx. and Mrs. Elli last week was certainly something to behold.
We didnt arrest them. Jeremiah protested.
Lets see: you stormed their house, confiscated their weapons,
and handcuffed them to the chair for the police. You didnt even steal
any valuables! They only hadnt stolen from the house because Lucy
thought it would take away from their overall message, Besides the
lack of a warrant- which you cant get for obvious reasons, that sounds
an awful lost like an arrest to me.
What would you know? Im not sure if you know this, but you
arent exactly the expert at actually arresting people. If they were,
Jeremiah would most certainly be behind bars already.
I guess youre right. I like to think I know some things about
our police force, but I really dont. Well, Jeremiah most certainly
hadnt expected that confession out of them, I only managed a meeting
with all the heads of the force two weeks ago.
Damn. Jeremiah moved onto the machine working on the
full-size plastic models of Optokinesis, You were right, this feels
pretty great. Hed always wanted to melt Optos obnoxious eye
between his hands.
Wow, tell me how you really feel. Optokinesis said with a
scoff, Ill have you know that the fitting for those things was quite
uncomfortable.
A fitting? Getting actual life-sizes for life-sized things made
sense, but it also seemed a little excessive.
I have never wanted to know the exact length of my legs less.
Jeremiah shivered and stopped melting the figures. Something told him
that he didnt want to know the exact length of Optokinesis legs either.
Onto something else, then. Jeremiah eyed the full-body
pillows.
I apologize if this is a little inconsiderate, but what made you
decide to be a villain? Alright, that was definitely a conversation to be
burning weirdly illicit fanart of Optokinesis over.
I knew Carcinoid. She was already planning to start villainy
with Sigiforal, but I happened to meet them while they were planning
together and she offered the third object to me. That really had been
the only reason. Sure, Jeremiah liked the idea of making a difference in
the world, but hed mostly accepted the position for his aunt.
Dang. No epic plots for vengeance, then? Optokinesis asked.
Not quite.
I was hoping youd at least have some kind of beef with
someone. A dead dad makes a great villain origin story, or maybe even
just something where the government didnt quite do what they were
supposed to, Well, it was nice to know that Optokinesis wanted him to
have more trauma, Are you really just that boring?
Boring as anyone else. Jeremiah supposed that he could hold
some beef with the other people involved with the senior prank, but he
really didnt.
Fair enough.
What about you? What made you decide to take up heroism?
He could see someone like Rowan parading around in a costume and
selling figures, but the more he fought Optokinesis the more he
wondered why theyd go for a life of crime-fighting.
Honestly? About the same reason as you. I knew someone in
the industry so when the Keeper said I had potential I was practically
already in.
Do you ever regret it? Jeremiah knew that he sometimes did.
Villainy really interfered with his schedule.
...sometimes. Opto admitted, Its a bit stressful, and you
guys have no respect for my sleep schedule.
Well forgive us for not attacking when there are innocent
people to harm. The cloak of darkness was wonderful for villainous
activities, but Jeremiah could relate to the desire for a decent nights
sleep. Not that he wouldnt be up, anyways.
You are forgiven. Opto said, prompting Jeremiah to roll his
eyes, its not like I can just quit, though. Ive got people counting on
me.
That you do. Jeremiah agreed. Optokinesis was one of the
only heroes whose fights were regularly broadcasted around the world
rather than just across the city. They were freakishly popular for the
way they single-handedly rekindled the Sol Undran hero industry.
Core, Im sleep-deprived. Opto complained. Really, wasnt
everyone?
Hey, at least people like you. Regardless of how many social
changes the villains pushed through, they would always be ragged on
by the media.
Yeah, sure, when Im a hero, Optos laugh was a hollow one,
My friend in the industry is probably the only person willing to put up
with me as a civilian. Ah, Jeremiah hadnt even thought about that.
Sure, Optokinesis was well-loved as a hero, but nobody knew
anything about who they were as a civilian. It was a remarkably rare
thing for an adult hero to hide their identity- perhaps there was a reason
that Opto did. Not everybody knew someone in the hero industry.
Wasnt Wraths whole thing that he had been scouted out at a
behavioral correction camp? Optokinesis recruitment couldve been
something similar.
Does it have something to do with your unwillingness to do
something that comes easy to you simply because you wont directly
benefit from it? Such as, say, not attacking the villain who was
actively destroying your factory? Opto laughed.
I think youre onto something, there, They paused, and
sighed, how much longer do you think youre going to be here?
Honestly? Jeremiah checked the clock on the wall of the
factory, Im under orders to stay till first light. Another four hours?
Four-? Yeah, no, Im going home. Optokinesis checked their
own pocket watch and turned away.
Wish that was me.
Nice talking to you, Stella.
Part 16
Clearly Optokinesis has to be some kind of failed villain. It
would connect all the dots! Why they appeared so suddenly, why their
identity is secret, why civilians love them but the heroic council
doesnt, why they can relate to the villains-
You calculated the wrong number of moles, try again.
Jeremiah scratched out a number on Brunels scratch paper with his
correcting pen, I dont think Optokinesis can relate to the villains,
really.
Oh, thats just because they dont actually release the sound
over each fight. If you read their lips, you can totally see Optokinesis
rubbing elbows with them. This Monday, when the merchandise factory
and warehouse was attacked, you cant tell me that they didnt notice
that! I think that Optokinesis just watched Caustel destroy their things-
I mean their footprints are all over the floor! It was a tad concerning
that Brunel was analyzing the footprints of a crime scene, but that was
one rabbit hole Jeremiah did not want to think about.
The calculations, Brunel. He tapped the desk to get the teens
attention.
Oh, no, I got that right. Jeremiah grit his teeth at Brunels
response.
No, you didnt
But I did! See? Youre the one whos wrong. Youve
completely forgotten about the R value over here. Brunel circled the
value in question in an attempt to prove his point. Jeremiah ran his
calculations again.
I really dont know why Im here. Jeremiah sighed, realizing
that Brunels answer was in fact correct.
Money, The boy in question answered simply, and the point
Im trying to make is that I think Optokinesis is in it for the money too.
I mean- sure- theyre going on a no-profits stint right now, but thats
clearly just for publicity. Besides, even if they really do a transfer to
quarter-profit take-aways theyre still making so much more than the
average civilian. What do they even do with all that money?
Live? Jeremiah continued his pointless correction of Brunels
worksheet.
Life in a penthouse near the Pinnacle of the Core surrounded
by luxury and expensive goods while people are starving around them?
Yeah, sure.
Brunel, that is literally what youre doing.
Well, yes, but I hardly have a choice. Its my parents who
have all the money, and I simply go around spending it so that itll re-
enter the economy. Theres been no reports of suddenly-rich
bachelorxes so what could they possibly be spending that money on?
Jeremiah had never heard of rich people ragging on other rich people
for being rich, and he hadnt really ever wanted to.
Maybe theyre giving it to charity. Jeremiah suggested before
he could catch himself.
Well, obviously not. No charities have reported an influx of
income. Thats the whole point of the Merchandise Profit Program,
anyways, that the profit not taken by the heroes will be effectively
distributed to communities in need. Who is Optokinesis to decide who
gets what share of the profit? Dont they already make half of the
decisions for the profits that go directly to the charities? Is the problem
that those exchanges are public while their own arent? Is Optokinesis
in charge of a charity, so they send all the money there and can get
away without reporting it?
Thatd be illegal, Brunel. Theyd have to at least mark it as a
tax write-off. Jeremiah reminded the other, clicking his pen.
Youre right, but whos really going to arrest one of the most
popular heroes in the world? That was a startlingly good point.
Once again, Jeremiah needed to re-evaluate his world-view in order to
get it as far away form Brunels influence as possible, See, I think the
way this is all going to play out is that the so-called villains will do
their thing for another year or two and get all the real social change
done, and then theyll arrest Optokinesis like they did the Elli couple
and take over as heroes of Sol Undra.
Whoa there. Hold on, Brunel. Jeremiah held his hands up in a
placating manner, I hate to break this to you, but youre one of the
only people in the world who doesnt actively love Optokinesis and
their politics. Meanwhile, people hate villains for being- well- villains.
What makes you think they can swap roles just like that?
They wont, which is exactly the point I was making. The
villains are already heroes, and the hero is already a villain. All itll
take is the people as a whole realizing what has been going on under
their noses and theyll be all over Optokinesis in a second. People
already realize that its our set of villains that have been slowly turning
our city into the crown jewel of Eden once more. Then, because the
villains keep targeting corrupt people in power, theyre bound to settle
on their ultimate target- Optokinesis.
What makes you think Optokinesis is their target? They
absolutely werent, as Jeremiah well-knew. The villains target was the
way society was run.
They arent. The villains target is the way society is run,'' Oh
Core. It looked like the villains needed a new mission statement. Who
runs society? Society itself, of course. Who makes the rules, though?
Who has the most influence? The answer is the heroes. By demolishing
how heroes work and destroying peoples unwavering faith in their
heroes, the villains would effectively shake the very pillars of our
modern society. If we lost our faith in Optokinesis by learning of all the
terrible things they do, wed start to doubt the other heroes too. Wed
start to question how much power is simply handed to heroes at such
young ages.
That is true. Unfortunately. Maybe Brunel was making-
Wait. No, Brunel never made good points. Brunel was a
remarkably backwards person who had just earlier complained about
Optokinesis being too rich while paying Jeremiah more dollars an hour
than most people got in a week. Optokinesis was, remarkably enough, a
goodish person deep down, who seemed to just generally dislike
violence. Was that ironic considering that they were a professional
fighter? Yes, yes it was.
It wasnt like Jeremiah was ever going to become a hero. Aunt
Lucy most certainly didnt want to be a hero. Cassandra would
probably have a psychotic breakdown if the idea was so much as
pitched to her. None of them were working for fame, they were
working for change. Or, well, Jeremiah was mostly just working to
make his aunt happy.
And then- to top it all off- Optokinesis mysteriously
disappearing cash flow. Its just so obvious that theyre saving up and
practically betting on being outed by villains in order to show their
true colors and run away rich. Brunel finished. Jeremiah checked the
clock.
Youre out of time, Brunel. Somehow Brunel had managed
to spend all two hours of theri tutoring session rambling about
everything from the various crimes of the actors in every single famous
hero movie to why the worlds top hero was secretly a villain. Well, he
was Brunel afterall. At least Jeremiah was being paid.
Oh really? Well, thats too bad. Heres your pay as usual.
Brunel opened the small wooden box he kept under his desk and pulled
out a comically large wad of cash.
Bye.
Part 17
So. Jeremiah wasnt entirely sure how to start a conversation
with Rowan in general, much less one about his overzealous stalking of
Aunt Lucy. Hence why Jeremiah had put it off for so long, Youve
been stalking my aunt.
Only lightly. Rowan protested, Its not really stalking if Im
talking to her.
It is when she sees you in the bushes. Jeremiah deadpanned.
Rowan paled.
She saw- what? When? Rowan asked, and honestly?
Jeremiah had no idea when. Fortunately, Rowans eyes quickly
widened with realization, Oh, oh. On their date.
Their what? Jeremiah had not been aware that his aunt was
dating anyone. Rowan smiled.
Oh, yeah. I mean, it was really cute. Cute but- like- obviously
bad. Yknow, for you. I took some notes! Rowan reached for a
notebook under his bed.
...notes. Why was Jeremiah not surprised? Rowan flipped to
a particular page in his notebook- a marked one, Jeremiah noted.
One- Dawits Verojas Cuisine is rated 4.78 stars, with most
complaints being about the price, not the quality of the food. Was it
weird they got Verojan food when Verojas and most Verojas-related
things are anti-hero? Yes. Yes it was. I firmly disapprove. Leave it to
Rowan to be upset with a restaurant daring to serve food from the
independent part of the world. However, Jeremiah was upset for a much
different reason.
She took her to Dawits? Dawits was their place. Their New
Years place. Why was Aunt Lucy hanging out with Day there of all
places?
Yup. Weird. Anyways, then your aunt complained about a
problematic witness, but they got around to talking about days off.
Shared some notes on different exercise routines, apparently the other
woman is a total gym bro. Made comment about leggings…” Rowan
moved his finger down the page, humming to himself, Talked about
fashion, about relaxation, Days gonna start dropping off extra food so
your aunt doesnt have to worry about that. She was going to what?
What? Oh. Jeremiah hadnt meant to actually speak.
Yeah. Cute, right? Maybe I should take up cooking; love
being the key to the heart and all that. The key to the heart? Listen, if
Day and Aunt Lucy got together Jeremiah and Brunel would practically
be friend-in-laws, which was absolutely unacceptable, Then they did,
like, a few of the thirty-six questions. Really basic first few dates
maneuver. Day said theyd like to have Optokinesis over for dinner,
which I approve of. A bit more cute flirting- mostly lesbian stuff so
nothing I could pull for my repertoire-'' What -but cute, and fairly
effective. They- oh, yeah. They planned their third date for this
Thursday, since its the day after one of your aunts hearings. I guess
that means it was their second date. Good chemistry for only the second
date, but I figure theyve been friends for a while longer. Anyways, that
was it. Sorry your aunt saw me, Ill try to be more inconspicuous next
time.
...you dont have to do that. Jeremiah admitted. Rowans eyes
widened.
Of course I do! he claimed, its my duty as your-
Its already too late, Rowan. Brunel found me and coerced me
into being his tutor again. What was Jeremiah going to do? Say no to
more money?
Oh. Rowan looked completely dejected, Well, that sucks. Is
Brunel, like, your ex, or something? Ah. So Rowan had finally gotten
around to asking questions about his self-given assignment.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong question.
Rowan, you know Im not interested in anyone. That had
practically been the first thing hed told Rowan, as they were laying out
the roommate agreement. Upon realizing that his roommate was a
hopeless romantic, Jeremiah had taken steps to avoid ever getting
himself wrapped up in Rowans nonsense. Unfortunately, he had been
wrangled in anyways, just in a different way.
Well, I know. Just- if youd ever experimented. Or
something.
No. Jeremiah sighed, Brunel is not my ex, hes an
annoyance who made my life a living hell in academy. Academy had
been hard enough as it was without being known as the Irekes familys
personal tutor- something Brunel had done his best to announce as
loudly and as publicly as possible. After successfully isolating him
from every other person ever, Brunel had then proceeded to pay his
way into the upper-years dining floor to spend every single lunch
yapping Jeremiahs ear off. Hed go so far as paying Jeremiahs old
English teacher to let him sit in the class just to slip entire essays of
paper messages to Jeremiah, and had regularly shown up at Saturday
Mass to sit next to Jeremiah and join Jeremiahs family in bullying him.
Try sitting in between a devout, goat-sacrificing Coreanist and an anti-
religious conspiracy theorist.
Huh. Well, then, I suppose it just sucks to be you. Rowan
said, voice lacking pretty much any empathy. Jeremiah nodded anyway
because it did, in fact, suck to be him, Well, Ive got a date with
Calvin in five hours, so Ive gotta take a shower and get ready. Five-?!
Yeah. That made sense. Rowan was still Rowan, for better or
for worse. At least he wasnt Brunel.
Part 18
Oh my god, Jeremiah, you wont believe what- Rowan, who
had walked through the door and immediately started rambling about
something, paused suddenly, Ive only been gone for two hours?
Uh-huh. Jeremiah nodded and cut a new piece of yellow
string- color coding was important, afterall. Who knew if Tilly was
Tolune, afterall?
So why have you turned your side of the room into a
murder board? Is it like- some assignment? Rowan closed the door and
moved closer to said murder board.
Nope. Jeremiah replied as he reached for more thumbtacks,
putting together more connections, I just finished Hunting Syndrome
17. He hadnt started the DLC quite yet, but he wanted to get all his
thoughts in order before that. Togumes IRL inspiration couldnt have
been the killer- shed been one of the victims- so all Jeremiah had to do
was find out who was.
And are those the heroes from when the game was set?
Huh. I didnt take you as a hero fan. Rowan reached forward and
touched the photo of Emma, tracing the red thread which led to
Emmas IRL counterpart, And stalking teenagers? This ones missing
a finger.
What?! Jeremiah immediately dropped the string he was
holding, eyes darting to where Rowans finger was resting. Thiago
Esquivel. Jeremiah looked at the hand Rowan was referring to.
Yeah. Hey, dont you wear that weird finger-necklace thing?
Jeremiah unconsciously reached for his magical object, Doesnt that
totally match the color of this guys skin? Maybe it was their finger.
Maybe it was their oh Core. See, Jeremiah had always,
always hoped that his magical object wasnt actually a human finger.
Call him an optimist, but he knew how many germs dead bodies had.
Yet, the magical object of fire had once belonged to Wrath, hadnt it?
To Wrath who could have, potentially, been Thiago? Jeremiah moved
the top image of Thiago over to look at the others he had been able to
find and print. Sure enough, in one dated just a few months before the
top photo, Thiagos left hand had all of its fingers, and on the middle
one was a gold ring. Jeremiah reached down his shirt and pulled out his
magical object, comparing the gold.
Oh wow, thats kinda creepy. Rowan muttered, ever-so-
helpfully. Jeremiah took a deep breath in, and slowly let it out.
Okay. Alright. Suppose the real magical object was the gold
ring, and Wrath/Thiagos finger was just attached. A hypothesis
which- considering the fact that Aunt Lucy and Cassandras magical
objects were both just metal, no extra bits- was looking more and more
likely. Even then, how could the magical object be melted? No flame
Jeremiah had ever produced had been able to melt the gold which
capped the finger. Then again, Wrath had
Jeremiah followed the thread to the images dubbed Warehouse
Incident- the fight in which Tolune had been killed by the villains- her
death having been broadcast to the world- and then Wrath burned the
entire warehouse down. The thing was, without Tolunes death being
recorded, nobody would have been able to know that it wasnt Wrath
who killed her. He had burned the warehouse with a flame hot enough
to practically disintegrate every single body inside; even Peirein had
only survived due to their teleporting abilities. Disintegrating bodies
was also a calling card for The Hand of God, though Jeremiah had
never even thought that such a feat would be accomplished by heat. In
the game The Hand of God was just some new type of villain with a
new power, which was, as Jeremiah knew, impossible because all
powers came from established magical objects. Every magical object
had been around since the dawn of heroes- there had never been any
new ones.
If Wrath could burn three bodies and a warehouse in just one
minute and twenty-seven seconds, whos to say he couldnt also melt a
magical object? Melt it down so quickly, and potentially by accident-
say, when burning down the aforementioned warehouse- that some of
the metal got into his skin and he had to cut it off? That the metal got
into his skin in such a way that, even after removing the metal visible,
he was still left with his fire powers? Which would explain why The
Hand of God was able to disintegrate bodies as if by- as several
witnesses reported- magic.
Holy Core, Wrath and The Hand of God were the same person
and they were-
Hey Jeremiah, youre looking a little scary right now. Rowan
noted.
But it cant be Thiago. Jeremiah thought aloud, Thiagos in-
game counterpart is Emma, who was one of the victims. A rather
forgettable victim, had it not been her death that ultimately led to
Jeremiah learning about Hunting Syndrome 17s inspiration.
Whoa, they're dead? Rowan asked, reeling. Jeremiah nodded.
Thiago Esquivel went missing on April 23rd, ten days before
Wrath was arrested. Besides, in the grocery store in which he was last
seen, all that was left was The Hand of Gods calling card. Why would
he leave his own calling card if he was arrested? Or rather, had Wrath
attempted to make his betrayal even more of a surprise by pretending to
be dead for a little over a week? Wasnt it fairly common knowledge
that Peirein only learned Wraths identity upon Wraths arrest?
Sorry, what does Wrath have to do with this? Rowan asked,
reminding Jeremiah that normal people didnt know about magical
objects.
Um- nothing? That was really bad, actually. Rowan raised
an eyebrow, but seemingly let Jeremiah get away with his lie.
Well, do you wanna hear about my date now? Rowan asked,
Because we totally bonded over our love of cute animals and our
desire to start a family. We ended up stopping by his apartment
afterwards and his cat actually let me pet her this time!
Fun. Jeremiah deadpanned. Rowan had been complaining
about Calvins cat for the past week.
I know, right? I finally got the approval of the cat, so we made
out for like ten minutes.
What? Jeremiah had no idea how getting the approval of a
pet related to sucking on anothers face. Perhaps that was why hed
never really gotten romance, though. It was too unpredictable.
Exactly. I was like- what?! I think were really close to getting
more intimate at this point, but Im not going to push it. Were just so
comfortable where we are, you know? Nothing like what I had with
Heath. Rowan was never going to be able to admit that Heath type
incidents happened to him more often than they thought. Hed over-
romanticize even the tiniest of gestures, end up making some large
move that made the other person uncomfortable, and then get super
heartbroken when things didnt work out.
Well, not like Jeremiah had actually seen most of Rowans
breakups, but it seemed to be a common factor in all the stories Rowan
had told him. Rowan had told a lot of stories regarding past romances
ranging from the tender age of twelve to when he had gotten with
Heath. Jeremiah found it especially ridiculous that any twelve-year-old
could believe that they had found their one true love, but then again he
supposed that twelve-year-old was Rowan, who could still believe that
hed found his one true love after a single meeting.
Well good for you, I suppose. It was good for them. Jeremiah
had been expecting Calvin and Rowan to break up after maybe a
month.
Aw, dont worry, Jer. Ill stick around until we both get our
Associates. Honestly, that was what Jeremiah was worried about.
Part 19
"Oh that's right, Jer, don't you play Hunting Syndrome?"
Jeremiah was once more sitting in Brunel's room, listening to the teen
rant for hours on end.
"Yes." He did, and he quite liked it. Brunel had weasled it out
as one of his interests some time ago- in the first round of Jeremiah's
tutoring sessions.
"I actually got to beta test Hunting Syndrome 17 and it's official
DLC content." Wait, what?
"You what?" Jeremiah's request to become a beta tester had
been rejected seven times. Now he was learning that Brunel was a beta
tester? It was the most coveted position in the community- the awesome
power of knowing the storyline before it hits the rest of the world.
Yep. Emma? Shes based on my grandfather.
Brunel, Emma died. Sort-of. In-game, at least. Then again,
Jeremiah had been trying to rationalize how Thiago wouldve gotten
out of custody in order to carry out the rest of the murders as The Hand
of God. Perhaps a new identity was a given.
Did she? That wasnt ominous at all. Well, perhaps they got
that part wrong.
In the credits her IRL counterpart is listed as Thiago
Esquivel. Jeremiah pointed out.
Thiago, Thomas. Esquivel, Ezeral. Maybe they made a typo?
A typo? Yeah, Jeremiah was fairly certain that Brunel was just crazy.
Afterall, even if Thiago had invented a new identity as Thomas, why
would he ever want to be in the spotlight as The Architect of The Era?
Unless-
Brunel, dont they keep Wrath in the Pinnacle of the Core?
Jeremiah asked suddenly.
Well, yes, if you believe that. I personally think hes being
kept in the subways, at least ever since the last Pinnacle of the Core
burned down due to the magical object experimentation mishap. Uh
huh. The burning of the Pinnacle of the Core had been declared an
accident- something related to someone on the twenty-seventh floor
leaving a gas stove on. Perhaps- perhaps- the flames had been Thiagos
escape. Perhaps he had wanted to build the new Pinnacle of the Core, as
Thomas, so that he would know it inside and out if he ever got arrested
again. Huh.
Part 20
Jeremiah was visiting Sol Undra Public Academy. Hed sworn
that hed never go back, but he wanted to take another look at the place
where the final chapters of Hunting Syndrome 17 took place. He even
had a perfectly logical excuse- his one-year-reunion.
It seemed silly to him for anyone to attend reunions,
particularly so soon after graduation. It wasnt like he ever wanted to
see any of his classmates ever again. In any case, he was sure to bump
into them just based on the fact that SUPA taught ninety-seven percent
of all kids in Sol Undra. Most everyone was an alumni, so there was
simply no way to avoid all your classmates forever. Accepting this as
simply an unfortunate fact of life, Jeremiah had resigned himself to at
least avoiding the reunions. Until then.
Oh hey, Jeremiah. I didnt think youd be into these types of
things. Jessica Ryans was behind the check-in desk, just outside the
front door of the building. Shed attempted to confess to him when they
were both fifteen years old, but by then Jeremiah was beginning to
catch on to the fact that he wasnt interested in anyone.
Eh. She was dead wrong if she thought she was actually
going to get a response from him, though. What was he supposed to say
anyway? That hed only come back because the school happened to be
the setting of the latest installment in his favorite video game series of
all time? Somehow he didnt think that would go over well with the
once-popular cheerleader.
Well, Ill check you in, then. Weve actually got a couple of
the teachers to join us here. Can you believe our luck? Mr. Barbury and
Mrs. Peterson agreed to stop by during their summer break just to see a
couple of the alumni. Mr. Barbury and Mrs. Peterson went to every
single academy reunion every single year. They were absolutely nuts,
and Jeremiah hadnt particularly enjoyed learning from them during his
years as a student.
Great. He wasnt about to call them out, though, not in front
of one of their favorite students. Jeremiah wanted to at least stay on
relatively good terms with the future inheritor of Old Ryans Chicken
Tenders.
Enjoy the evening, Jeremiah! Therell be live music in one
and a half hours, theres an arts and crafts table to put together little
mementos, and theres plenty of tables to sit around and talk. Jessica
smiled as she handed Jeremiah his card- his ticket to the school. As
great as an arts and crafts table sounded, he was not intending to sit
around the MPR and chat. He had a school to investigate, afterall.
First on his list was the upperclassmen break area- the spot
where Alvarice Morenburg was last seen and the area where The Hand
of Gods calling card had been found. During Jeremiahs time at SUPA
hed never really been one to wander off beyond his claimed spot to
eat lunch, nor was he one to spread rumors. Unfortunately, the clear
divide between those who spend their breaks in different individual
areas made it so that Jeremiah had never once spotted the memorial to
the fallen student. If he had, Jeremiah would have likely caught on to
the potential mystery much earlier. Unfortunately, some things just
werent meant to be.
Jeremiah entered the elevator and, on his way down, opened
his notebook. In Hunding Syndrome 17 the calling card had been found
in the Northeastern corner. However, according to a few different
articles regarding days of memorial and the like, The Hand of Gods
calling card had been found in the Northwestern corner. It made more
sense, given as the Northwestern corner had always been significantly
less likely to be inhabited by anyone who could stop the murder at any
given time and was just another slight difference between the game and
the real events.
Upon reaching his destination, Jeremiah used the map hed
printed out and haphazardly glued into his journal to locate the
Northwestern corner. Even with the map, the school was so large and
maze-like that it took approximately twenty minutes before Jeremiah
reached his destination. Sure enough, there was a small memorial
behind a large bush. The patch of grass where The Hand of Gods
calling card had been found was sealed away with glass, though it was
entirely removable. Jeremiah was glad hed brought gloves, as he was
not particularly in the mood for anyone to ask him why his fingerprints
were on the memorial box for some random dead guys murder scene.
Jeremiah collected a small sample of the grass growing both in the
shape of the calling card and around it, which were both distinctly
different shades. Hopefully whatever had made the grass grow a
different color for over sixty years would provide Jeremiah with a hint
as to how Alvarice died.
Jeremiah then took a couple of photos of Alvarices small
memorial photo, though the photo was clearly just a school yearbook
photo. He reverse searched the photo to find said yearbook and noted in
his notebook that he would have to go through the yearbook to find any
other photos of Alvarice. Perhaps something which would inform
Jeremiah as to the victims body composition, so that he could know
just how long it took to burn the teenager beyond ashes. Evidence
collected and stowed away in two ziplock bags and his digital camera,
Jeremiah headed down to Room 206.
Again, 207 had been the in-game homeroom, but 206 was the
actual homeroom of Alvarice and Thiago. It was also, potentially by
coincidence, the homeroom of Dylan, better known as Peirein- a hero.
Jeremiah still didnt know if Dylan had known of Wraths identity as
Thiago- or if Wrath had truly been Thiago at all, though he was fairly
sure of that fact. In any case, the room likely wouldnt have any
information for him. The desks would likely all be cleaned out and
replaced, and-
Jeremiah stopped outside the door to Room 200. The room
which held all of the homeroom desks where professional heroes of Sol
Undra who had revealed their identities were held. Core, he was such
an idiot. Jeremiah gently opened the door and made his way to the last
installment- the very last Sol Undran hero to reveal their identity. It was
Dylans desk. Jeremiah read the small inscription.
Despite being a dedicated and quiet student here at SUPA,
Peireins desk contains a variety of pen and pencil markings not in his
own handwriting. Instead, the handwriting was matched up to Peireins
two reported friends, who unfortunately went missing and are
suspected to be the first two victims of The Hand of God. Despite losing
his friends, or perhaps in their memory, Peirein left the markings on his
desk when he donated it to the homeroom desk memorial room.
Jeremiah paused.
He read through the inscription again.
Dylans friends were two victims of The Hand of God? The
only victims who went missing while attending Sol Undra Public
Academy were Tilly, Thiago, and Alvarice. Tilly was some young girl
who had gone missing when she was thirteen, and her family had found
no trace of anything- certainly not The Hand of Gods calling card.
Thiago and Alvarice on the other hand
Was it so much of a stretch to say that Wrath and Perein would
have been friends outside of their masks? Knowing of Wraths betrayal,
Jeremiah would generally say yes. However
Hm. However. Jeremiah circled the desk, taking note of
various markings. A few inappropriate drawings, as to be expected of
upper years, including but not limited to sexual innuendos and middle
fingers. Someone had drawn the backside-of a hand in a fist, while
someone else- or perhaps the same person with a different writing
utensil- drew an arrow to the middle finger and an L. Knowing that
Thiago was lacking a middle finger on his left hand, it was strange for
them to be joking about such a thing on someone elses desk. Well, or
perhaps a friends desk.
Jeremiah sketched out the doodle and the marking, as well as a
few other inscriptions: the letter T, a splash of what appeared to be
water damage, a mushroom, and the symbol for anarchy. Essentially,
more reasons why Jeremiah doubted that Thiago, Alvarice, and Peirein
were even friends. Perhaps it simply wasnt Peireins desk, though
Jeremiah wasnt sure how the desks would be swapped. The seating
charts were pretty serious at SUPA, particularly for the upper years.
Seriously, though, why would a hero let anyone inscribe the symbol for
anarchy into their school desk? It just didnt make sense.
Once Jeremiah was done analyzing the desk, he moved onto
the classroom, though as he suspected all of the other desks had been
changed out for newer models. Pursing his lips, Jeremiah made his way
back to the MPR, on his way to sneak out of the social event.
Oh hey, Jeremiah. Oh Core, it was that guy. Jeremiah didnt
even remember his name, but hed been the specific person to convince
Jeremiah to plant the stink bomb in the new gym teachers office. Hed
received a portion of the fine, thanks to the wonderful work of Aunt
Lucy. Hey. He really, really, hadnt wanted to run into any of the
boys in that particular group again. He wasnt too surprised to see one
of them at a academy reunion, though. They had seemed like the kind
of people to peak in academy and want to relive the good old days.
Listen, man, Im really sorry about pressuring you into
planting that stink bomb. We all thought it was going to work out well,
you know? Just a little senior prank, and why not give the loner a little
something to remember upper years by? Oh wonderful. Jeremiah
loved being categorized as a loner.
Nah, its fine. You all got punished too, yeah? So its not
really a problem, anymore. It wasnt a problem, so long as he could
avoid seeing any of them ever again.
Yeah, that fine hit me pretty hard. Your aunts good, you
know? Of course, that particular member of the group had been one of
two to not actively avoid splitting the fine between all parties involved.
That she is. Aunt Lucy was a wonderful lawyer, her success
having something to do with her innate desire for actual justice and
equity. But, hey, Im also really sorry about your whole parents
thing. The fine mustve extra-sucked for you. Hurray, so Jeremiah got
to share his religious trauma with a stranger. The fine had sucked,
because it meant he would have less money when he moved out of his
parents house with the intention of never seeing them again, but it
wasnt like he hadnt been able to pay it. He was doing fine, anyways.
It did, but you remember that tutoring gig for local
homeschooled cryptid Brunel Irekes? Im back to that to pay for my
second year of housing. Well, at least he would have another person to
pity him.
Damn. Brunel Irekes? Again? Isnt he still on that whole
Anti-Keeper thing?
Yep. At least the pay is nice.
Yeah, Id hope so. See, this guy got it. It being why
Jeremiah had been so keen on avoiding Brunel Irekes, Hey though,
man, good for you. I had to basically beg my brother for an office job in
the Pinnacle of the Core. It wasnt too terribly uncommon for people
to take up jobs straight out of high school, but Jeremiah knew for a fact
that the guy in front of him had gotten into a nice private college paid
for by his parents. Why would he need a job?
Oh? What department?
Environmental Policy in Heroics, but until I finish my degree
Im just a coffee gatherer. The only reason I managed to score the gig
was because my brothers Optokinesis personal assistant. If Jeremiah
had been drinking anything, he would have done a spit-take.
Calvin? He asked, just to confirm. The guy nodded, Oh. I
think he and my roommate are dating.
Your roommates Rowan? The guy asked, looking properly
horrified. Jeremiah nodded, Yeah, hes come over to the house a
couple of times. Our walls are nowhere near thick enough for that kind
of stuff. Jeremiah grimaced.
Tell me about it. Sometimes hell talk to me about his date
and just throw in something like we made out for ten minutes as if it
isnt deeply traumatizing. Jeremiah was suddenly exceptionally
grateful that he wasnt Calvins brother, because he couldnt even
imagine having to live through the experiences Rowan had described.
You have my utmost sympathy, the other assured him, but,
well, at least my brothers stopped hitting on every guy he sees.
At least Rowan has stopped crying over his academy
sweetheart. Frankly, Jeremiah was eternally pleased to no longer have
to clean black mascara off of their shared couch. That had been a
nightmare, and hed been tempted to burn the furniture more than once
if it wouldnt have been charged to his school account.
So whatd you end up studying in college? Calvins brother
asked. Jeremiah had been undeclared when hed started, but hed very
quickly found the subject he was passionate about. Simply put,
Jeremiah hadnt realized that solving Hunting Syndrome-type mysteries
was a legitimate career path until college.
Forensics. Jeremiah didnt remember what Calvins
brothers major was, but it probably had something to do with the
environment. Just probably.
Huh. Im focusing on plant biology. Jeremiah filed the
information away in a place to be promptly forgotten as soon as he left
the MPR, I was hoping to get internships in Der Verde, but
environmental policy isnt so bad. Makes my plant identification skills
much less helpful. Suddenly, Jeremiah got one of the best ideas hed
had in a while.
Hey, do you know what kind of plant this is? My aunt found
a few in her indoor planter box and we want to make sure it's something
some weed killer can just get rid of. Jeremiah took the sample of grass
found in The Hand of Gods calling card out of his backpack and
showed it to Calvins brother.
Damn, whats your aunt doing to her plants? That bad, huh?
Thats vilinis. It usually only grows on soil thats been properly burnt
by an incredibly hot fire, as its seeds tend to lie dormant when theyre
mixed in with grass seeds. Actually, there was this whole thing where a
bunch of people found that their grass seeds didnt grow because half of
them were vilinis seeds. It tends to kill out grass when it does grow,
too. Howd your aunt end up burning her indoor planter box?
Core if I know. So that ground had been burnt. The Hand of
Gods calling card, at least that time, was created by fire.
Alright. Well, theyre resistant to most weed killers so you
might want to just overwater them or something if your main plants can
take that. Otherwise youll have to remove them manually. I say leave
them if the main plant is a hardier one, since they release pretty helpful
minerals back into the soil.
Will they ever die out? How had the vilinis managed to stay
prominent for decades?
Honestly? No. Those things will repopulate themselves
whether or not the soil has been reburned. Its like- a whole thing. This
one study found that they could keep themselves alive and repopulating
without freshly burnt soil for almost a century just because of exactly
what chemicals they release. A century, huh? That basically confirmed
that Alvarice had been murdered by The Hand of God using fire.
Dang. Alright, well, Ill let her know.
Yeah, man, glad I could help. Vilinis is pretty hard to identify
unless you know what color and vein pattern you're looking for.
Hey, Owen. Wanna join me on the dance floor for that last
hour? Jessica asked, vaguely sauntering up to Calvins brothers-
Owens- side. Owen grimaced ever-so-slightly before smiling and
nodding. Jeremiah blanched internally and left the reunion.
He had a yearbook to pick apart and another past murder
scene to investigate. He was fairly certain at that point that Thiago,
Wrath, and The Hand of God were all the same person, but he still had
to put together a cohesive story. Perhaps one that would explain just
why the Hunting Syndrome 17 writers had chosen an unsolved mystery
as their inspiration.
Part 21
Hey Stella, have you played Hunting Syndrome 17?
Optokinesis asked during the villains next heist- stealing a few
Pinnacle of the Core documents on route to Der Verde in order to both
plan their next attack and appease the Verojas Trio, who had asked for
proof of their accomplishments. At least, that was what Aunt Lucy had
told Jeremiah, as she was the only one with any contact with the
Verojas Trio.
Yeah? Jeremiah said hesitantly, trying to determine if
Optokinesis was trying to guess his secret identity. They were supposed
to be fighting, but, well The media was too caught up with the actual
heist to care about a battle in the basically unfilmable subway tunnel.
Do you…” Optokinesis paused for a moment, as if hesitant,
And you know its based off of The Hand of God?
Despite the fact that theres not even a single suspect for
them? Yeah. Jeremiah snarked. Optokinesis nodded.
Do you have any suspects, then?
Why? Jeremiah was quick to ask. Why did Optokinesis
think he would have a suspect for The Hand of Gods identity?
Well, while its a cold case, it is still a case. Im still
technically tasked with solving it, and I figured the guy with the
magical object of fire would have some ideas. With did Optokinesis
know about The Hand of Gods murder method?
Why would fire be important? Jeremiah asked. If
Optokinesis eye could narrow, it would have. They hummed.
I think you know, Caustel. Or has the finger finally fallen
out. Huh. Huh.
So you know it was Wrath, then? Jeremiah asked, folding
his arms.
I do. Optokinesis nodded, And I also know that Wrath
didnt actually betray the heroes.
What?! Jeremiah asked, taking a step back to steady himself.
How did Optokinesis know that? Was it true? Why had Wrath been
locked up, then? Why had he burned the Pinnacle of the Core on his
way out if he didnt betray the heroes? Why had he killed Alvarice and
faked his own death?
Oh. Thought youd already known. Peireins mentally too out
of it to filter their words and revealed that tidbit of information.
Jeremiahs research had confirmed that, whether he wanted to accept it
or not, Dylan, Thiago, and Alvarice were basically the closest of friends
in their upper years, The Keeper told them to apprehend Wrath, and
only then did he even learn of the guys secret identity. When civilian
Wrath got harmed in the fight and Peirein panickedly told the head
scientists about the magical metal in Wraths blood things got ugly.
By the time the Keeper got around to fact-checking their suspicions, the
scientists had already claimed Wrath as an experiment and Peireins
apparently felt bad about it ever since.
...Why would I believe you? Jeremiah asked, Why are you
telling me this?
You dont have to believe me, I dont believe Perein, to be
honest, but you might as well look into it. I think…” Optokinesis
paused again, I think things are going to, like, actually go down. If that
makes sense.
Actually go down? Jeremiahs voice was incredulous.
Well, the Verojas Trio asked you to do this, didnt they? Its
no secret that theyre connected to The Hand of God. Stationing villains
in Sol Undra was just their first step. Getting information is presumably
their second. Alright. So the villains were finally getting around to
targeting Sol Undra. What did that have to do with him, though? Why
should he care if villains were going to take over the city?
And why should I care? If the Keeper had wrongly
accused Wrath, he had basically every right to go ahead and become
The Hand of God. Sort-of. Murder was still fundamentally wrong, of
course, but Jeremiah could understand where The Hand of God was
coming from, You do remember Im a villain, right?
Right. Optokinesis nodded, If youd like to believe that.
What did that mean? Jeremiah was actively distracting Optokinesis so
the others could steal classified documents, Maybe tell your bosses to
be a little more discreet, though. The Keepers catching on, and not a
lot of people in the middle would be happy if they took out Sol Undra
next, without working their way up or something.
I cant just talk to the Verojas Trio anytime, Opto. Jeremiah
snarked. He hadnt even seen the Verojas Trio in person, much less met
them. Well, no, but cant you talk to The Hand of God?
Optokinesis asked, seeming confused, They seem pretty close.
No? What about Jeremiah made Optokinesis think he could
just pop in and talk to The Hand of God?
But isnt he training you for your magical object? The hero
only seemed more confused.
No?
Then who is?
As if Im going to tell you. Jeremiah spat, knowing perfectly
well that he was basically self-taught and was just supervised by Aunt
Lucy. Well, that makes it more impressive, I suppose. Optokinesis
noted, Though a bit blind-sided on their part. Has Triple not been
teaching Carcinoid about duplication, then? Has Vision not been
teaching Sigiforal?
Nope. Come to think of it, it was a bit blind-sided, wasnt it?
Afterall, everyone would do much better if they actually knew how to
use their magical objects.
Thats…” Optokinesis trailed off, I suppose they really are
that serious about their identities, then. Id recommend reaching out to
them, at the very least. If just to explain the difficulty youve been
having with your fire.
Excuse you? Jeremiah had gotten much better about
unneeded arson, thank you very much.
Not being in contact with The Hand of God must make
communication harder, though, Optokinesis continued, Seeing as
theyre the only one based out of Sol Undra. It was no secret that The
Hand of God had only killed in Sol Undra since Verojas had separated
from the Heroic Council- hed killed approximately forty people- one
for each year since the separation, always on Verojan Independence
Day. It was a message, to be sure.
I wouldnt know. Jeremiah said with a shrug. Optokinesis
hummed.
Well, if you get around to it Tell them Im not sure what
their plan is, but as long as the conquering of Sol Undra waits to be a
public thing until theres a line of cities connecting Sol Undra and
Verojas, Im fine with it. Wait- they were fine with the Verojas Trio
conquering Sol Undra, If you could just flat-out get me in contact with
them so we could discuss the terms of Sol Undras takeover, thatd be
ideal, but I dont mind a middleman, provided you dont get your hopes
up about whatever deal I recommend.
Thats only if I get in contact with them, though. Jeremiah
pointed out. He wasnt exactly the type of guy to reach out to strangers,
particularly murderous ones.
Of course. Opto agreed with a nod. They looked at their
watch- a new addition to the costume ever since the warehouse was
burned down, Well, you should probably get going now.
As if on cue, Jeremiah got a message from Aunt Lucy. He
nodded.
If I talk to the Verojas Trio, how do you want me to contact
you? Jeremiah asked. Optokinesis was just as mental as the Verojas
Trio about keeping their identity secret. How would Jeremiah talk to
them without another battle?
Email. Ive got a personal work one thats mostly just things
my assistant filters and forwards me, since it isnt used even among
employees. Opto-dot-nauts, nauts as in N-A-U-T-S, not like in string, at
heromail-dot-com. Huh. Just like that, Jeremiah had the personal work
email of Sol Undras top hero. Cool. Weird, but cool.
Part 22
Oh Core, you werent joking when you said you needed to
get away from Brunel.
Hey! Jeremiah scowled at Aunt Lucy, who had been mostly
silent during his explanation of the previous events, You saw the
recording from my suit! Opto said it themself that they would be okay
with the Verojas Trio taking over Sol Undra. I just think its the kind of
thing they should know about.
Jer, I know where youre trying to go with this, but
Optokinesis couldve very easily just been trying to get information
about the Verojas Trio.
But they werent. You know how weirdly lenient they are of
us- Of you. Aunt Lucy interrupted.
And I genuinely think they just dont care. They were willing
to have me as a middleman, meaning they wouldnt know anything
about how to contact the Verojas Trio. Jeremiah reasoned.
Jeremiah, youre just seeing what you want to see. If
Optokinesis knows they can convince you to reach out to the Verojas
Trio, theyre probably betting on being able to manipulate you into
providing more personal information about them. I dont want you
getting your feelings hurt- or worse, for the Verojas Trio to come after
us. So Ill talk to them, okay, and you just take a break, Jer. Focus on
your finals and play Scarlet Omen, or something.
I okay. Jeremiah really did have to study for his finals
unless he wanted to get stuck doing one of the hardest classes as a
summer session. There werent any new installations in the Scarlet
Omen series, but one was scheduled to come out in two months. Maybe
he could replay some as a lore refresher, since Scarlet Omen wasnt as
episodic as Hunting Syndrome.
Ill look through the evidence youve presented me, reach out
to the Verojas Trio, and get back to you, but until then I dont want to
hear another word about working with Optokinesis. That made
sense. He didnt want to annoy Aunt Lucy, too much.
Fine. Jeremiah muttered.
Thank you, Jer. Aunt Lucy said with one of her best
reassuring smiles. Jeremiah returned it with a weak smile of his own.
Part 23
Hey, I heard you ran into Calvins brother at your one-year
academy reunion. I didnt know you were into that kind of stuff.
Leave it to Rowan to immediately start a conversation as soon as they
walked into a room. Couldnt he see Jeremiah was just trying to relax?
Im not.
Whyd you go, then? Even Im not that attached to my
academy years. Once again, the only people who actually went to
academy reunions- especially ones so soon after graduating- were those
who peaked in their upper years. Jeremiah knew perfectly well that the
only reason Rowan hadnt demanded to come along was because they
didnt want to see Heath.
I had someone to see. More like something, really. Rowan
didnt need to know that, though. Jeremiahs roommate sat down next
to him on the couch.
Is this about what happened with the senior prank? Suddenly
Jeremiahs screen was about five times more interesting.
No. It really hadnt been. He was past that.
I think it is, actually. I know Calvins brother was involved,
somehow. Why dont you tell me what he did? Was Rowan trying to
give Jeremiah therapy or something?
Why should I? Wasnt that incredibly unprofessional,
though? To provide mental health services to your roommate? It wasnt
like Jeremiah was even that hung up over his upper years.
Because I asked. That was legitimately the worst reasoning
Jeremiah had heard in a long while. He raised an eyebrow, And
because Im your friend.
Youre my roommate, Rowan. Theres a difference. No
offense- or maybe some offense- to the roommate in question, but
Jeremiah didnt exactly view him as a friend. Jeremiah didnt have
friends. He hadnt had friends since- like- his middle years, when hed
told his youth group that he didnt believe in the Core.
There is, Rowan agreed easily, I think were both, though.
Youve actually tuned in to my rants these past few times. He had, but
that wasnt the point.
Maybe I was always tuned in. Yeah, alright, bad comeback.
Jeremiah had actively left the dorm room the first time Rowan had
come in complaining about his upper years boyfriend.
No, you werent. Rowan said with a smile, But you are
now, so that makes us friends.
You have low standards. As well as bad taste. Maybe
Jeremiah really had learned something from his time with Rowan.
And you just so happen to meet them. Wow, low blow.
Jeremiah hadnt thought that Rowan had it in him, Now tell me how
Calvins brother was involved.
Hes the one who approached me, I guess. Since I wasnt part
of the friend group. It had been a little off-putting when a student with
more than two friends had approached him and asked if hed like to
plant a stink bomb in the gym teachers new room.
So they wanted to make sure they weren't connected to it?
Thats silly. If they really thought it was all going to work out then why
dont they just follow through with the prank themselves?
Core if I know. He said hed wanted to give the loner kid
something to remember high school by. Which was actually strangely
ominous, now that he thought about it.
Thats messed up.
Its fine. He was one of the few who didnt fight the court
case, even though his parents wanted to. Owens cooperation had been
greatly appreciated, considering it meant far less work for Lucy and a
smaller portion of the fine for Jeremiah to pay.
Still. I think its weird that he approached you for that kind of
thing. Maybe he was just trying to be nice. I dont know what went
on his mind, honestly. Now that Jeremiah was in college he could
safely say that he loathed teenagers without sounding like an absolute
hypocrite, even if he was still technically nineteen.
I think Jeremiah, do you remember that rumor about the
last time the gym teacher got a new room?
Uh no? Wasnt that a little before our time? The gym
teacher hadnt gotten a new room for decades, which probably led to
just how extra pissed hed been with the prank. As if it wasnt his own
fault for smoking on academy grounds.
It was, by about sixty years. Wait a minute- sixty years? A
bunch of seniors ended up peer pressuring one of the juniors into doing
their prank for them. The rumor was pretty unclear if theyd planted a
glitter bomb or a stink bomb, but the inside of the room ended up
getting completely burned, and nobody knew why.
Do you remember which junior they recruited to do their
prank for them? Jeremiah had the strangest feeling that he already
knew the answer to his own question.
Dunno. It started with a T or something, Hole in one. What
had Thiago been doing in his upper years, to murder one of his best
friends and burn down the inside of a gym teachers office? Anyways,
I just think that mightve inspired them. Even if they didnt know it
would end in a fire, if the same thing went wrong they could blame it
on someone else. Yeah, that unfortunately made sense.
Damn. Jeremiah had really and truly believed that everyone
involved thought the stink bomb would go off normally. Hed never
know if it had been on purpose or not.
Yeah. Ill have a talk with Calvin about his brother. I mean-
its fine and all if he really didnt know since hes apologized, but if he
did know then thats really messed up. Wait, was Rowan really going
to risk an argument with his new-ish boyfriend for the sake of
Jeremiah?
Thanks.
Anytime, man. Now, look what I just got. Rowan lifted up a
plastic bag that Jeremiah had failed to notice previously, and removed a
small disk case, You going to help me through this or what?
It was a copy of Hunting Syndrome 1.
Part 24
Hey, Jer. Aunt Lucy spoke through the phone, You in a
good spot to talk?
Uh sure? Jeremiah gestured to Rowan that he was going
to step away, and ended up in the hallway outside.
Cool, cool. So, you remember us talking about Optokinesis?
And me trying to get them in contact with the Verojas Trio?
Jeremiah had only just stopped thinking about Optokinesis those past
two hours, as hed been busy showing Rowan the ropes of the original
Hunting Syndrome, Howd that go?
Well, I just got off a conference call with the Verojas Trio
and Optokinesis, and Ill be honest, Im still a little shell-shocked.
Apparently Optokinesis is looking retire within the year.
They what? Opto had only been a hero for a year, were they
really only planning to make it to two? Didnt they know that they were
the most popular hero in the world?
And theyre entirely okay with planting us as agents within
the Pinnacle of the Core until the Verojas Trio works their way up
here. Agents? What did that even mean? So- er- how would you feel
about becoming a hero?
Part 25
Excuse me sir, are you Thomas Ezeral?
Jeremiah was having a mental breakdown. Hed never had a
mental breakdown before, but hed heard them described as hysterical
sessions of shallow breaths and heightened senses. If he could, hed
love to be curled up in a small corner somewhere bawling his eyes out.
Instead he was standing in the doorway of the Architect of the Era, the
very architect hed learned was, in fact, The Hand of God. And Wrath.
And Thiago Esquivel. And, to some extent, Emma from Hunting
Syndrome 17. Small world, huh.
Thats me. He was a lot shorter than Jeremiah had imagined
him to be. Of course, hed appeared short in yearbook photos, but
Jeremiah had assumed that it was simply because Dylan and Avarice
were both over six feet tall. Apparently Thiago- Thomas- whatever-his-
name-was- really was that short.
Im- er- Im Jeremiah. I teach your grandson chemistry?
Jeremiah had been instructed to simply introduce himself as he was,
since the Verojas Trio- and by extension the Hand of God- already
knew his identity. Anxiety crawled its way up Jeremiahs spine as
whatever-he-went-by looked him up and down.
Oh thank God, I was wondering when youd show up for
help. Come in, come in. The man- the richest man in the world-
ushered Jeremiah into his living room on the seventeenth floor of the
Irekes Tower, Take a seat. Said man gestured towards his blue satin
sofa and clapped twice, Two teas, please.
Uhm- The butler whod appeared as soon as name-to-be-
determined had classpped scurried away before Jeremiah could tell
them not to add sugar to his. He cautiously sat down on the ridiculously
comfortable piece of furniture.
Now, as much as Id love to dig into you about your terrible
fire-wielding skills- Hey! I know thats not why you came here.
Hopefully, though, itll be a reason to visit. Soon, I might add, before
you burn down more of the buildings I designed. Huh. Jeremiah hadnt
even thought about that. Now, lets get down to business: How to be a
Hero. Right. Jeremiah pulled out the notebook and pencil hed
brought in his backpack.
Now, before you ask, you may address me as Mr. Ezeral. Its
just easier. Alright. Step One. You may think that Step One should be
like- a hero name, or policy, or your costume. Its not. Step One is
finding an assistant. If you know anyone who seems like they know
everything about heroes, and who youd be willing to trust with your
life, they should be your assistant. People will tell you to take
applicants, to look for experience, but thats whatever. Youll be
working with two other heroes, wholl each have their own assistants.
As long as one of em has experience, the other two should be fine.
Now, have you got anyone in mind?
Er- Rowan. Except not Rowan, because Rowan would
literally never shut up, No?
Great. Mr. Ezeral said with a nod, Well, come up with one,
talk to them, get it sorted out. Youll want an assistant lined up before
you go public, because theyll be handling and filtering all of your mail,
all of your PR, and half of your paperwork. Theyll probably be writing
your speeches, too, so you want to make sure that they understand what
kind of image you're trying to curate.
Step Two is a hero name and costume. Caustels gotta go,
and so does the armor. Tone it down a bit at least, you scare the
public. Hadnt Wrath been a pretty aggressive name, too? Jeremiah
hadnt paid much attention to the costume, except that it basically
covered everything but Wraths fingers, If youre wondering about
mine, I was eight and stupid. Youve got a lot more to lose, and less
people are willing to just pardon you for your terrible decisions since
youre a legal adult.
I do think armor would still work, if it can get a bit more
form-fitting and maybe gold- a more heroic color- with a few gaps
around the arms, if at all possible. So lets think of a name. Its gotta be
based on Stella- or at least something along that line- just because of
the vaguely positive publicity youve gotten regarding that. Positive
publicity? Jeremiah would beg to disagree. Regardless, he wrote down
a few roots he felt sounded good-enough with Stell. There was no
way he was going with stella- that was just weird. Stella had been a
weird hero.
Er- Egnistell? Again, with Egni vaguely meaning fire.
Good. Great. Its locked in now, so good luck. Thats Step
Three, everything is permanent. Like- everything. Everything youve
even once mentioned about politics? If theres a reporter in the room,
its permanent. It doesnt matter how much scrubbing the PR
department does, its permanent. So be careful. Be a weirdly stoic and
mysterious hero, if you have to. Just dont say anything youll regret.
Jeremiah was honestly beginning to regret even showing up. Sure, Aunt
Lucy had told him too, but it was weird being spoken down to by The
Architect of the Era, and also the guy whose middle finger was literally
hung around Jeremiahs neck.
What about things I do? Jeremiah asked. Mr. Ezeral
shrugged.
Dont get caught. Alright- Step Four is publicity. Like I said,
your assistant should be handling all your publicity stuff, but youve
gotta craft your image, and it cant be as a scary fire villain, anymore.
Maybe serious- take heroics very seriously. Or maybe loyalty- loyalty
to your aunt, civilians eat family stuff up. Serious loyalty? That could
work, and itd explain why you let your aunt do most of the talking-
you dont seem like a talker. He wasnt, thanks for noticing.
Sir, your tea is ready. The butler entered the living room
with a silver tray. They set the tray down on the waxed wooden coffee
table and turned to Jeremiah, Sugar? Jeremiah shook his head,
Milk? He shook his head again. Satisfied, the butler poured Jeremiah
a cup of tea and handed it to him on a little plate.
Alright. So Egnistell, a no-nonsense loyal hero with a real
passion for getting civilians what they deserve. You thought it could
only be done through destruction, now your mind has been changed and
youve been turned towards the light. Wonderful. Thats a good enough
base, I think. Enough for the tower to show you the ropes. Mr. Ezeral
nodded to himself, Yes.
Um, excuse me? Jeremiah waited for Mr. Ezeral to direct his
attention to Jeremiah, Why why isnt Opto just showing me all
this? Jeremiah hadnt quite understood why Aunt Lucy had directed
him to The Hand of God rather than Optokinesis. Surely the current
hero knew more than the former, failed one? Mr. Ezeral stared at him
for a moment.
...do you? Mr. Ezeral squinted, Oh! Yeah, I should let
you know that The Keeper knows where all the heroes are every time
theyre transformed. Oh, So, you cant talk to Optokinesis because
either the Keeper would know our plan or you would know
Optokinesis identity. Right
Do you know their identity? Did anyone? Did Opto?
Nope. Mr. Ezeral said with a shrug, Theyre a weird one.
Your identity will be made public, of course-
What?! Jeremiah had not been informed that he would have
to go public.
Well, yeah. Nobodys gonna trust you, so you gotta give
them extra reasons to. While that made sense, it still made Jeremiah
upset, If it makes you feel better, having your identity public means
you get a room in the Pinnacle of the Core.
Wait, really? That was actually really nice. It also made
the purpose behind Jeremiah tutoring Brunel completely null and void,
as Jeremiah wouldnt need a dorm anymore.
Yup. An office, a bedroom, I think it comes with an attached
bathroom, too, but youve gotta share the kitchen and living room with
your fellow heroes. Mr. Ezeral explained. Jeremiah would only
need to share the kitchen with two other people? Why hadnt anyone
told him sooner? He likely wouldve become a hero as soon as Aunt
Lucy offered him the magical object.
And, if you dont mind me asking, Jeremiah continued,
Why is the Verojas Trio okay with this? What if we- like- back out by
the time they work their way up here? Mr. Ezeral raised a thick
eyebrow.
You do know the consequences of crossing the Verojas Trio,
right? He asked, Id, like, have to kill you.
Oh. Well, that made sense.
Yeah. Mr. Ezeral nodded and took a sip of his tea,
Anyways, in terms of that, we should take Midomous by June, Amaro
will be lined up by October, Dilawin should be good by next January,
Gular by that April, and were looking to get Der Verde occupied by
late July next year.
Ah. That was quick. The Verojas Trio was planning on
having a clear line to Sol Undra in just one a year, something villains
had been trying and failing to accomplish for as long as villainy had
existed?
Do remember, Ive been working on this my entire life. Its
only now that the dominos are beginning to fall, Mr. Ezeral reminded
Jeremiah with a chuckle, By the time our supply chain to Sol Undra is
complete, it will be far too late for the Keeper to stop us or for you to
face repercussions. Just remember, even if we can assure you political
safety, you may be shunned by your peers.
Uh huh. Jeremiah scoffed, Like- maybe my roommate
would get mad at me, but I couldnt care less. That was probably
honestly the only person in Jeremiahs life he had to worry about,
which was both a little sad and incredibly nice. Aunt Lucy would likely
have to explain things to Day before the betrayal.
Well, thats good. Mr. Ezeral nodded to himself, Very
good, that youve surrounded yourself with supportive people. Youre
likely underestimating how much people you dont even know will turn
against you, though. Dont be too surprised if you get heckled, so Id
say you have about until we get Der Verde to establish yourself as good
enough to betray the heroic council for.
Alright. So he was working on a time limit. Jeremiah could
do that. In a year he would have his associates degree, so he would
have more time available for damage control than for image creation.
So choosing an assistant is especially important, you need
someone who knows what youre going for. Mr. Ezeral stressed, I
mean it.
Right. An assistant. Jeremiah Well, he only really knew one
person who would jump at the chance to work for a hero, or perhaps
two if Jeremiah could even claim to know Brunel. Except, Rowan
would definitely not be okay with Jeremiah turning out to be a villain.
Well, becoming a villain? Having been a villain? Betraying the heroic
council as a re-ex-villain? Yeah
Part 26
Oh, so you still havent decided on an assistant, Jer? Aunt
Lucy asked about a week after Jeremiahs lesson with Mr. Ezeral.
Nope. Jeremiah sighed, scrolling through the applicants
Optokinesis had put together from back when they had been in search
of an assistant. Core knew if any of them were still looking for jobs, but
it was better than nothing.
I could ask Calvin if he knows anyone, if youd like. Of
course Aunt Lucy got to keep Optokinesis chosen assistant, while
Cassandra and Jeremiah were left looking through the scraps.
That might be best. Jeremiah reluctantly admitted.
Assistants probably knew other assistants, right? Aunt Lucy pulled up
her phone and sent a text to her personal assistant while Jeremiah
continued scrolling aimlessly.
All of them were just lackluster. Severely lackluster.
Um, remember Owen? Lucy asked. Jeremiah blinked.
Like- the Owen who almost got me in jail? Yeah, he
remembered that one. Granted, he only remembered the mans name
because of the academy reunion hed gone to, but still. The incident
was hard to forget.
Yup. Aunt Lucy popped the p, Apparently hes doing
pretty good at, like, environmental law and Calvins fairly sure hed be
up for the whole villainy thing.
Im not sure if Id be willing to trust him. Jeremiah
admitted. Not after everything.
Fair enough. She shrugged, and typed a few more words.
Another moment passed, Er- how about some guy named Charlie?
Jeremiah shrugged, Great, Ill get an interview in.
Part 27
Good evening, citizens of Sol Undra, Jeremiah squinted his
eyes to look at the crowd, nearly blinded by the stage lights above him,
I am, still, Egnistell.
His speech for that day was remarkably generic. Jeremiah had
been scripted to cover a couple of points on how the reconstruction of
particular businesses was going, as well as to remind citizens of the
viewpoints they would be taking to the annual conference in a week. It
was basic, but Jeremiah still ended up stumbling through it, nervous for
the event to come. It would be his first annual conference, afterall, and
the day he publicly announced his civilian identity.
Thank you very much, Sol Undra. Have a lovely rest of your
evening. In the days leading up to the annual conference each hero
was required to give a daily speech, which was not great for Jeremiahs
college schedule.
Hello there, Sol Undra! Optokinesis here. Opto began their
speech, spouting off the different topics they had to cover in a way that
seemed both informational and inspiring. Jeremiah had never thought to
properly appreciate Optokinesis skill for public speaking until it was
that very skill which allowed him to slip away into the back room
without getting mobbed by various protestors and fans.
Any idea why Optokinesis wanted us to stay after? He asked
Lucy, who was already waiting in the room.
Nope. You know Optokinesis, though. It could be anything
from their birthday to the scrapping of all of our plans.
Fair enough. Howre things going with Day? Jeremiah had
found that, between heroism and community college, he rarely had time
to just hang out with Lucy. At the very least the heroism gig meant he
could quit tutoring Brunel, so he didnt have to be quite so worried
about his aunts relationship.
Were doing quite well! It was a little stressful, with the move,
but things have settled down a bit. Lucy informed him.
Howre my favorite heroes? Optokinesis returned from
giving their speech, having somehow avoided the crowd.
I dont know, can somebody call up Taco? Opto huffed at
Jeremiahs joke.
Lets not do that, actually. It was a public secret that Taco
loathed Optokinesis, which Jeremiah thought was just hilarious, I
meant you two. How are you guys feeling about the conference next
week? Oh, not too bad. Lucy said, though she had admitted to
Jeremiah that she felt just as stressed as he did.
Thats good. Ill admit, though, I think even Im fairly
nervous about announcing my retirement, so I just wanted to check in
on you two. Let me tell you, becoming a hero and retiring in two years
has been a hell of a midlife crisis. Optokinesis joked. Jeremiah raised
an eyebrow.
The average age of retirement for heroes, not counting all
those who died early, was 34. Jeremiah severely doubted that
Optokinesis had been about 32 when they started, though hed yet to
prove anything. In any case, even a young adult doing the things
Optokinesis had done was impressive.
You really speedran heroism, didnt you? Jeremiah didnt
think hed ever respected Optokinesis more.
I suppose I did, Optokinesis confirmed, further solidifying
Jeremiahs belief that the hero was not in their thirties, Well, I will be
staying in a city nearby, so Ill still be around to steal my object from
the Keeper if anything goes wrong.
Dont tell me youre staying in Der Verde. Jeremiah joked.
Optokinesis eye, if it could, looked sheepish, No.
Er- yeah. Thats where Im moving. Opto turned away, Its
not far, and you have my email, so dont hesitate to reach out. Though,
I doubt there will be any new villains in Sol Undra seeing as all the
magical objects belong to either the heroic council or the Verojas Trio.
That is true. Jeremiah nodded, Though, thatll make
advertisement harder.
Dont worry, Optokinesis assured them, Ill pull a
marketing stint or two. Well, thats really all I wanted to talk to you
about. Keep up the good work.
Part 28
Hey, Jer. Rowan was stretched out across the couch, phone
in hand.
Hey Rowan. The dorm burn down while I was gone?
Jeremiah settled onto the floor and loaded up Silver Onyx 3.
I dont think so. Rowan shrugged noncommittally.
How was your date with what was his name again?
Emilio? Jeremiah asked. Rowan had broken up with Calvin recently,
though the situation had been fairly calm compared to the whole
Heath thing.
Eh, it was fine. We both agreed at the end that it was just a
one night stand, though, so not much of a date.
Damn.
Its whatever. He was nice, but we just didnt click, yknow?
Yeah, I get that. Jeremiah nodded empathetically.
Hey, which arc of that are you on? Rowan asked, turning to
Jeremiahs game screen. Not for the first time, Jeremiah regretted
accidentally introducing Rowan to videogames.
The second one.
Aw, really? Third ones where it gets good. Rowan turned
back to his phone, and Jeremiah huffed, Oh, dont be like that. At least
its not based on an actual serial killer.
Yeah. Or, well, a kind-of serial killer? Like, Mr. Ezeral had
killed people, but also- Jeremiah knew why. It was like labeling a mafia
member a serial killer. While technically correct, it also wasnt.
I dont think Ive ever been more glad to just be an ordinary
citizen. Rowan admitted. Jeremiah smiled sadly.
He wasnt an ordinary citizen. Hed been a villain, once, the
kind that robbed banks, destroyed factories, and sabotaged water
towers. Hed been a criminal before, too, when hed accidentally blown
up the inside of the gym teachers new room with a stink bomb. At
present, though, Jeremiah had taken on the role of a hero. It was his job
to keep the citizens of Sol Undra safe and happy, while spreading the
ideals of the Verojas Trio throughout the city and the world. He could
do that tomorrow, though.
Right then, he was just a college student playing a video game
and hanging out with his roommate, and that was all he really needed to
be.
Part 1
Good afternoon, citizens of Der Verde. As many of you may
know, there was a bomb attack on the 5th floor of 3124 8th St on the
fourth of this month. The Der Verde Hero Office has discussed its
options, and I am here today to announce our plan going forward.
The building repairs will be covered by the Villainous Action
Repairments Act. VARA will cover the total cost of both labor and
materials, but it will not cover the missing proposed income of
Tammys Barber Shop for as long as it takes to complete the repairs.
This will instead be taken out of the Proposed Income Loss Charity
Fund, to which I recommend every citizen make a contribution.
The budget of the Civilian Attacks Department of the DVPD
will be increased by ten percent next fiscal year, to prevent more
terrorist attacks like this from happening. Currently, Tammy and their
family are under the care of the Der Verde Hero Office due to the
Civilian Care Act, and I can guarantee that my people are taking good
care of them.
If you'd like to help Tammys family and others like them,
please consider donating to the Proposed Income Loss Charity Fund at
the pop-up booth or purchase some official merchandise online. Twenty
percent of all of Der Verdes merchandise profits for the upcoming
month will be donated to the Proposed Income Loss Charity Fund.
Thank you so much for coming out to meet with us this
afternoon, and please remember to keep yourself and your family safe
by supporting the heroes. Let us once again thank the Core that no lives
were lost in the terrorist attack last Thursday, and that we have enough
economic stability to cover the losses. Der Verde will continue to
thrive. Tacos blunt and ineloquent speech was met with a roar of
applause, despite its inferior quality. In fact, much of Tacos speech had
been adapted from the Hero Offices meeting minutes.
Hey, kiddo! Great speech as always! Melody approached
Taco with a wide smile. Bluntness was, fortunately, an aspect of Tacos
heroic character- an easy label for the general populace to slap on and
adore. Thank you, Melody. Taco stepped off the stage, greeting
their mentor and allowing her to gently lay an arm over their shoulders.
By contrast, Melodys speeches nearly always had to be at least five
minutes long and reviewed by three members of the PR team.
Are you moving your stuff, yet? I want to be able to tell the
Brunstens that theyre moving into your ward of the office.
Im planning to do that now.
Ooh, are you? Best be going, then, before anyone learns
youre leaving. Melody recommended. While there were not many
people allowed behind the stage of the Vereverde Convention Center,
the backstage exit was very open to the public eye. Taco had been
swarmed with reporters and fans alike the last time they tried to leave
that way.
It shall be much easier once you have started your speech.
Taco gestured to the stage entrance. It seemed like the sponsored
advertisement was coming to a conclusion.
That it will. Melody agreed with a smile, preparing to step
forward and face the crowd. Taco waited for Melody to get into her
speech for a few moments, before opening the backstage exit and
quietly navigating to the Hero Tower.
Their ward was just as they had left it- every room entirely
bare save for the office, which Taco would continue using to separate
hero work from university work. The rest of the ward had been cleared
to make way for Tammy Brunsten and her family, since the repairs of
their barber shop had been estimated to take four weeks at the very
least. Four weeks seemed to Taco an awfully long time to be without
employment, but to be fair they had been working since they were four
years old. Unemployment was an unfamiliar concept to them. At least
they could provide the Brunsten family with a comfortable place to live
during that time, though Taco had initially been hesitant to move out.
Fortunately for Tacos short-sightedness, the University of Der
Verde required all full-time students to live on campus during their
freshman year in order to cultivate the proper community setting. While
it was inconvenient for Taco, as well as many other students who had
employment near their home, Melody had a strict policy about staying
out of the education system. So, Taco picked up the two cardboard
boxes which contained their necessary personal belongings and made
their way to the University of Der Verde.
Arriving at the university was awkward, as Taco had expected,
due to all of the eyes following them with awe. It was natural to be
recognized on the street, but Taco had spent much of their life in the
Der Verde Hero Office, where very few would bat an eye at a passing
hero. Was carrying both boxes to their room too noticeable? Perhaps so,
but if anything it was a demonstration that the civilians of Der Verde
were being looked after by a strong and independent hero.
Tacos room was on the fifth floor of the dorm building. It
was, fortunately, a suite-style dorm, but Taco would have to share the
kitchen and living space with three other students. Simply being on the
fifth floor presented some challenges as well, one being that Taco
would have to forgo the privacy of stairs to take an elevator. There was,
unsurprisingly, another student in the elevator when it arrived.
Wh- The civilian quickly caught themself and slammed a
hand over their mouth. They did not, however, step out of the elevator,
so Taco waited a moment more. The elevator doors were beginning to
close again, yet the stranger had yet to leave. Taco stepped into the
space, causing the doors to open once more and the civilian to break
their trance and scurry to the main doors.
Ideally, the newness of having a hero on campus would die
down after a few months.
Another civilian was in the hallway of the fifth floor, fiddling
on their phone and anxiously shifting their weight between their legs.
They also just so happened to be in front of Tacos door.
Hello. Taco greeted easily. The stranger looked up, and
Taco watched as their face lit up in the recognizable pattern of so many
faces before.
Oh shit, thats Taco. They took a quick step back, Like-
they told me Taco was in my dorm but Great Core.
Good evening. Taco tried again, a bit displeased by the
civilains reaction.
H-hey! Im- uh- Im Sawyer. The civilian held up a hand to
shake. I am Taco; I use they/them pronouns. Not that people didnt
already know that, but it was still polite to introduce oneself. Sawyer
and Taco shook hands.
I- uh- I was actually just texting a friend wholl also be in our
room. Ah, so two of Tacos roommates already knew each other?
Splendid. With any luck theyd be able to distract one another, I forgot
my keys, so he offered to let me in.
Ah. Taco pulled their own set of keys from their pocket. A
civilian in distress was a situation they could handle better than an
awkward roommate, I can save them the trouble.
You want any help with those boxes? Sawyer asked as Taco
moved to open the door, as if they had not noticed that Tacos hand was
already free to use the keys.
No. Taco shook their head. Perhaps Sawyer had simply been
attempting to be polite. They opened the door.
The room was fairly unimpressive, though all Taco had to
compare it with was their fairly massive suite at the Der Verde Hero
Office. The shared space held a rather unassuming loveseat and two
comforters, set upon a gaudy rug. From their place in the doorway, the
kitchenette was similarly sized. Importantly, there was no dining room.
Its bigger than I thought itd be. It seemed that Tacos first
roommate was poor, I call one of the comforters.
Very well. Taco considered claiming the other one, though
it was unlikely they would be in the common space for longer periods
of time. Would it be considered rude?
Which room would you like? Ah, right. Their rooms were
not assigned. Considering the sheer number of emergency leaves Taco
would be forced to take, it would be wise to claim whichever room was
closest to the door. They pointed to the room in question.
That one, if its alright.
If its- Sawyer laughed, Dude, youre Taco! You can have
whatever room youd like. That was reassuring, though hopefully the
civilian would not be asking for autographs or selfies any time soon.
Taco had to be careful about which images of them they allowed the
public to see.
Thank you. There was no keyhole on the outside, which
likely meant that Taco would only be able to lock the room if they were
inside. They made a mental note to get their own lock and opened the
door. The bedroom was fairly unassuming, the bed even more so.
The room held nothing but a twin mattress and its frame next to a
wooden dresser. That was it. There was hardly any room for Taco to
walk, let alone set up their desktop. Perhaps it could go on the dresser?
They would have to get a chair into the room, but that was easy enough.
I think Im taking this room! Sawyer shouted from the
common area. Taco set their boxes down on the mattress and popped
their head out of the door to add Sawyers room to their mental map.
Alright. Taco mentally filed that Sawyer was in the room
closest to Tacos own. If Taco had any conference calls, they would
need to make sure that Sawyer was out of the dorm and thus unable to
listen in on them through the thin walls.
Oh hey, Emilio. Sorry you had to come over on a false
alarm. Sawyer greeted someone, voice near the door.
No problemo, man. Ya said another roommate was around?
The other civilian asked. Taco figured that then was a good time to
introduce themself.
Uh huh. Youll never believe this, Em, but it turns out we
randomly got assigned-
Taco. Emilio finished Sawyers sentence, staring at Taco
open-mouthed.
Good evening. Taco felt a little bad for making Emilio
interrupt Sawyer.
Oh my Core, they speak just like them. Emilio gushed,
making Taco cock their head a bit. What did that mean?
They do, dont they? Well, theyre the one who showed up
with a key. Sawyer explained.
Dang man, I thought you were pulling my leg. Emilio wiped
their hand on their pants before holding it out, Im Emilio, the he of
the him.
Im Taco, I use they/them pronouns. Despite having wiped
his hand on his pants, Emilios hands were remarkably sweaty. His grip
was firm, too, making the whole experience a bit uncomfortable. Taco
refrained from letting such sentiments seep into their body language.
This is soooo cool, Emilio squealed, Wait- have you met
Optokinesis? Core- could you tell me about them? Taco had met
Optokinesis, but it had all-in-all been a rather unpleasant experience.
Their fellow hero was a bit overbearing, to say the least.
Chill, Em. Sawyer said as Taco let go of Emilios hand,
You cant just go raving about your favorite hero to everyone you
meet. Ah. Fans of Der Verden heroes living in Der Verde were
generally at least slightly deranged, but never so much as fans of Sol
Undran heroes living in Der Verde. Something about the distance
between them and their favorite heroes just made them all the more
fanatic. Why not? Optokinesis is just so cool, man. They practically
changed-'' Taco carefully tuned out the words they had heard many
times before. The ex-hero of eyes world-wide cult of personality was
something to be feared, if not a little bit respected.
Em! Sawyer smacked Emilio in the back of the head quite
violently before turning to Taco, Im so sorry about him.
It is quite alright. I meet Optokinesis fans quite regularly.
Taco said honestly. None of the experiences had been good.
Whats that supposed to mean? Emilio asked, rubbing the
back of his head where Sawyer had hit it, Ill have you know-
Is this room 302? Another civilian strode through the front
door, which Emilio had remissly left open.
Great! So all of us are here, Sawyer clapped their hands
together, Lets introduce ourselves and lay out some ground rules.
The newest arrival thankfully closed the door behind themself.
Can I put my stuff down, first? They seemed rather miffed
by Sawyers initiative, Which rooms are already taken?
Those two. Sawyer gestured at the rooms in question.
Great. As the stranger made their way across the common
area to the room farthest from the door, Emilio and Sawyer sat
themselves down on the carpet. Taco followed suit.
We playin spin the bottle or something? The stranger, upon
return, was not impressed.
Nope! Come join in anyways. Sawyers unrelenting
positivity was doubtless going to get on Tacos nerves at some point.
The newcomer sighed dramatically and closed the circle, Im Sawyer,
and I use they/them pronouns. Emilio, youre next.
I think Im gonna get a bump. The man in question had not
yet stopped rubbing his head, Im Emilio Corrigan, and I use he and
him. Kay, she/he Their newest roommate, Kay, had spoken
straight and to the point, which was something Taco could get behind.
My name is Taco, and I use they/ them pronouns. Taco did
in fact have a professional coach fairly early on in their hero career who
had taught them how to introduce themself, so they considered their
tone sufficient.
I cant believe we got roomed with a hero, Kay scoffed,
leading Taco to believe that perhaps their introduction was not as
friendly and in-character as they would have liked, Couldnt they have
let you stay in the hero office or something? Its not far.
I expressed similar feelings, yet community remains one of
the University of Der Verdes highest values.
Hey, this way they get stuck round here with us! Emilio
cheered, as though completely oblivious to Kays animosity.
Now, weve obviously gotta have some extra rules to help
Taco out. I think some basic stuff- no autographs, selfies, live streams,
quotes, or anything like that should do the trick. Do you still have that
personality release form? Sawyer asked, turning to Taco.
I do. Please write down your email addresses for me at some
point today. Taco would need to forward the addresses to their
assistant, since they themself did not have access to the form, and then
their roommates could sign it, I additionally ask that you keep clear of
the fire exits, should I need to be anywhere quickly. Even if Tacos
power was teleportation, they could not teleport to anywhere they could
not see and thus could not teleport out of the room without a door open
or a window.
Whatever. Kay said with a sneer.
Some more classic stuff, then, Sawyer continued, No sex in
the dorm, no leaving dishes for more than twelve hours, try to clean up
when you can, that kind of stuff. Thankfully, it seemed that all of the
ground rules were completely rational.
Please tell me there wont be a curfew, or something. Kay
groaned, earning herself a grimace from Emilio.
Light out in the common area at midnight, at the very latest,
Sawyer continued, Lights on at five or so. Taco, you have the
exception for emergencies.
Thank you. The villains of Der Verde, unfortunately, did not
have office hours.
Why do they get an exception? Kay asked loudly.
Because theyre a hero? I mean- we shouldnt exactly prevent
them from saving lives. Sawyer explained. Taco was fairly certain that
they could sue a civilian for getting in the way of their work, as Melody
had done so several times and the result was never pretty.
Right, well, I think its stupid. What if I get a midnight shift
or something? Despite his hostility, Kay had a good point. Criminals
were not the only people working at night.
Then you show us your schedule and well give you an
exception. Sawyer reasoned. Their terms seemed fair enough, so Taco
nodded. It was important to show engagement in small-group
conversations.
Uh huh. Yknow what? Fine.
Wonderful! Sawyer clapped their hands together, Now, Ill
be writing down the rules to tape them right here in the common area,
but Id like to remind everyone that these rules can be changed. I
recommend it, even! Just call a meeting when everyone is in the dorm
and we can talk it out. Kay and Emilio, heres some paper for your
email addresses. They passed out slips of paper and a pen, then drew a
sharpie and a folded up piece of construction paper and began writing
out the ground rules.
Soooo, Taco, Emilio began as he handed Taco his email
address, Do you know Brunel Irekes personally? Brunel Irekes? hat
name belonged to the heir to the Irekes Foundation, did it not? No, they
could not say that they did.
Not personally, no. In truth, Taco likely would not have
been able to come up with the name on their own.
Well, apparently hes chosen to enroll himself at our college
too. Some of my pals have been saying its cause he wants to get
closer to you. Emilio winked, but Taco was just confused. Why would
Brunel Irekes want to live in their general vicinity?
Why? Taco did not like rumors speaking about them,
particularly when the rumors were harder to understand.
Closer to you. Emilio repeated, as if it were a code for
something.
He means his friends think Brunel wants to date you.
Sawyer clarified. Ah. Well, that made much more sense. Taco had
never met Brunel Irekes, of course, but a partnership between them
would most certainly bring some much-needed income into Der
Verdes economy.
It appeared that they would have a bit of research to do after
unpacking.
Part 2
Taco was going to have to reschedule their speech to the 19th
of December. While this would normally be painless, Taco had very
specifically scheduled that speech to coincide with the date that
Tammys Barber Shop was scheduled to reopen, so that they could
include the good work of the people as one of their topics. Giving their
speech a couple days later wasnt too big of a deal as the date was not
even public, but it unfortunately meant that the topic would not make as
big of an impact.
Theoretically, they could also just ask the professor of their
Linear Algebra class to let them take the final exam at a later or early
date, but they wanted to build up their reputation as a student who only
rescheduled when it was truly important. Was a speech really that
important, or would it obstruct their ability to reschedule a final exam
missed with no notice due to a villain attack? All of Tacos professors
thus far had been remarkably kind regarding their status as one of the
protectors of Der Verde, but who could tell who they would have for
the spring semester?
With that in mind, Taco forced themself to draft an email to
their personal assistant, requesting that their speech on the 18th be
rescheduled to the 19th. They attached their syllabi for the upcoming
semester as proof that the speech really did need to get rescheduled and
quite possibly rewritten, and then just crossed their fingers in the hope
that their personal assistant would not drop them like their last one had.
All it had taken to lose their last personal assistant was a slight
changing of the words in a speech the PR team had written.
They could understand the reason why the personal assistant
before the last had left, though. Taco had not particularly wanted them
hired, anyways. They had written up a speech that was remarkably
discriminatory to those who came from low income households, and
Taco could simply not say such terrible things. Hence why Taco had
ripped up the speech and burnt it before simply reciting their own
speech- a much better one, in their opinion.
Tacos new assistant seemed a lot more lenient than their last,
and certainly much less prejudiced than the one before that. Taco could
only hope that they were flexible enough for such short notice,
considering that the requirement had been put on the job listing. Did
they need to increase the pay, or perhaps add more benefits? Taco sent
over their email and headed downstairs for lunch.
As if being required to live in the university dorms was not
enough, all freshmen were also required to subscribe to a special meal
plan that charged them for fifteen meals a week. Taco was on a special
diet, sure, but they had also seen the hero offices budget for the year.
They could not afford to not take advantage of the university food.
Oh hi, Taco. Why was an unfamiliar voice addressing them
so informally and casually? Taco turned away from the card swipe
machine. Was that Brunel Irekes?
Mr. Irekes. They dipped their head in greeting and scanned
their meal card, heading into the cafeteria.
Its nice to meet you in person. I suppose youre getting a late
lunch as well? Brunel Irekes did the same. Was it really a late lunch?
Taco had not noticed, but their trainer would likely get on to them
about improper meal schedules later.
Yes. Given the fact that they were currently in the cafeteria,
Taco thought it was fairly obvious.
Do you mind if I accompany you? Brunel asked, following
Taco as they navigated to the salad bar. Actually, Taco minded very
much, as having other people watch them eat made them very
uncomfortable. It probably had something to do with the people who
had stalked them in the past, as well as the fact that those same people
had distinctly stopped stalking them when they turned eighteen.
Not at all. Of course, refusing him could be seen as
remarkably rude, and Taco needed whatever business deal he was
willing to propose.
The Irekes family was the wealthiest family in the world.
Thomas Ezeral- Eden Irekes father- who was the Architect of the Era,
had designed the Irekes Tower himself, and was just in general the
wealthiest man in the world. Petr Irekes had invented an entire line of
household appliances which were currently found in the homes of about
84% of the population, and his model of the cell phone had become the
standard- owned by about 98% of the population. Eden Irekes was the
real genius behind her husband, though, as the powerhouse behind the
Irekes marketing department. Brunel Irekes was Well, actually, all
Taco could find on Brunel Irekes was that he was some cryptid who
spouted conspiracy theories that earned him one or two articles simply
because he was too rich for journalists not to care. Despite the bad
press, he still had very powerful connections.
Wonderful! Brunel Irekes watched as Taco loaded their
plate with various vegetables. They were trying to measure out exactly
half a cup of broccoli, Now, isnt it odd that Optokinesis was so close
to the villains? Taco blinked.
S-sedition and Slander? Surely Brunel Irekes knew that
criticizing Optokinesis was illegal?
Oh, yes, but I like to think of it as just another rich-person
tax. Its not like you couldnt use the money, right? Der Verdes
economy had been struggling for a long while, it was not exactly going
to bounce back because Brunel Irekes decided to pay a ridiculous
number of fines for criticizing Optokinesis.
I am not the one to be talking about this to. Technically, no
one was, but Taco especially.
Ah, if you insist. Brunel Irekes said with a shrug. Taco
glanced at Brunel Irekes tray, trying to find a way to change the
conversation topic.
Do you not have a nutritional plan? It seemed unlike the
Irekes family to let their heir roam free and consume as many calories
as he would like. Most rich families wanted only the best for their
children.
No, I dont. Brunel Irekes answered simply.
I do. Why did he not have a nutritional plan? Taco had used
a nutritional plan since they had first become a hero, in order to operate
as the best hero they could be.
Good for you. Brunel Irekes informed them as Taco
prepared to leave the salad bar. Was Brunel Irekes really going to get
nothing? Taco glanced at Brunel Irekes tray again, to find that he had,
in fact, selected a food item.
A pineapple? They could hardly contain their confusion.
Brunel Irekes had a whole pineapple- complete with the leaves, on his
tray. Nothing more, and nothing less.
It eats you back.
What? Taco asked with a blink.
Pineapple? The enzymes in pineapple break down meat, so it
eats you back. Brunel explained. Taco navigated to an empty table and
watched as Brunel Irekes sat down across from them, vaguely
wondering how Brunel Irekes would even eat the pineapple.
That is there any way that is healthy? It was just so
odd. Taco could not imagine eating that much pineapple in a single
sitting, much less as their entire meal. They usually knew better than to
ask about other peoples eating habits, but they were curious.
Nope. Perhaps the media had been right. Perhaps Brunel
Irekes was really, truly, insane.
Oh.
Hey, Taco! Do you think I could get your autograph? Taco
turned to the stranger, who was holding Melodys autobiography and a
Taco-official pen.
Of course. Taco smiled, glad that the fan had taken away
from the awkwardness of wondering how Brunel Irekes would eat an
entire pineapple. Taco signed the front page.
Thank you. Holy Core, thank you. The fan took their pen
and very quickly scuttled away, leaving Taco alone with Brunel Irekes
once more.
Glad Im not you. Brunel Irekes said. Social niceties were
clearly not his strong suit. Had his parents not been giving him
publicity tutors?
I increase unity among the citizens of Der Verde. Taco
explained. As long as civilians loved heroes, they would not turn to the
villains.
Oh do you? Well, I think its just annoying. What are a
couple of autographs, anyway? Taco bristled at Brunel Irekes words.
They are a way to connect with the individual.
If you say so, Brunel Irekes said with a shrug, I think thats
just an excuse you tell yourself because you dont have a better crowd
management program for your time here. Taco had a perfectly
functioning crowd management program, actually, even if it was not
ideal, I can tell you right now that theres a crowd of at least one
hundred students outside of the cafeteria waiting for you to leave so
they can get autographs. Taco glanced at the exit.
So there are.
Now, Ive been in the public school system my entire life. I
can provide them with a brief distraction so you can escape, but my
cooperation comes with a price? A price? Who was Brunel IRekes to
offer them a commodity for a price?
Which is?
Your continued company. Brunel Irekes answered simply.
Tacos eyes narrowed. Company? No, that could not be it.
Taco held virtually the least economic and political power of
all the heroes, even compared to the ex-villains of Sol Undra. Was
Brunel Irekes simply starting small in order to work his way up? What
business did he have with the hero industry?
Why?
Perhaps I just need the company of another famous
individual. Perhaps I am seeking to make a name for myself. Are you
going to question it? Yes, they were. Had that not been what Taco had
just done? Taco spared another glance to the crowd gathered at the exit.
It seemed that their numbers had grown considerably.
I have managed the crowds so far. Taco had weaved their
way through crowds of thousands on their first official day at the
university. Those in the surrounding area, even if they were not
students, had gathered for pictures and autographs or simply to touch
Taco with their own hands. Taco had made it through them, so surely
they could make it through another hundred or so fans.
Have you? Now, I seem to remember a scandal where three
of the crowd members from last week had to be rushed to the
emergency room for injuries sustained while being trampled? Yes,
three members of that crowd had sought emergency services. Their
recovery had been fully funded by the Der Verde Hero Office, which
had been an almost embarrassing blow to their city funds.
Yes. There are not nearly as many people here. The
university also had security guards who would step in if things got too
violent, meaning that everyone involved should remain mildly safe. The
injuries had happened off of the university campus.
Well, no, but you see, all three of those people reported that
most of their injuries came from college students. You vastly
underestimate how strong the mob mentality can be. Did they? Taco
had not received that part of the report, College students can be
particularly vicious, as theyre rather new to adulthood.
We are college students. Taco pointed out. While they were
rather new to adulthood, they were not exactly about to trample
someone else on their way to collect an autograph.
That we are. Brunel Irekes agreed with a nod, Look, go out
there if youd like. Just dont say I didnt warn you. Taco sighed,
about to simply refuse when, as if on cue, their emergency contacter
began beeping. Villains had attacked.
Taco glanced at the crowd once more. There was absolutely no
way that they could teleport with that many people in their landing spot.
Yet, they could not just sit there until the crowd had dispersed. Taco
glanced at Brunel Irekes, who was rather pointedly staring at their
emergency contacter.
Alright, yes. Please distract this crowd for me this once, and I
will join you for lunch again tomorrow. Taco conceded. Brunel Irekes
smiled and rose from his seat, pineapple in hand. He made his way to
the exit.
Hello, students of the University of Der Verde. I am Brunel
Irekes, as you may well know, and Im here to demonstrate why
pineapple should be a banned food. Brunel Irekes then proceeded to
crush the pineapple with his bare hands, throwing chunks at various
students who shrieked and screamed and, all in all, began to disperse.
Taco was able to quickly transform and teleport through the gaps,
making their way out of the crowd quickly.
Upon reaching the other side, Taco turned on their locator and
started off towards the attack. They had a city to save.
Part 3
What is the damage so far? Taco teleported to Melodys side
the instant she was within eyesight.
Theyre trying to take down this apartment complex. Can you
run damage control? As always, it was Tacos responsibility to make
sure civilians stayed safe during a villain attack. Melodys power was
the one more suited to battle.
Of course. Taco scanned the apartment building. It seemed
that all visible civilians had been taken care of, so they would be
sweeping individual rooms for the majority of the battle.
Taco began on the closest floor, opening each room door and
shouting into it before beheading up the stairs to the next floor. Every
once in a while the floor would shake with one of Cacophonys attacks.
On the seventeenth floor, Taco found a civilian who had been put to
sleep by Subcortical and quickly teleported them out of the building.
Taco continued their search through the remaining floors,
pleased to find that only five civilians were still inside their rooms.
Either Melody had taken care of the rest or they had effectively
evacuated. Taco liked to think that their regular speeches on safety and
evacuation drills had finally reached the civilian populace.
Give it up, Melody! Dischord shouted, prompting Taco to
turn their head towards the inter-building walkways, where the battle
was taking place. Dischord had Melody pinned to the ground.
I dont think so. Taco quickly teleported to the scene and
threw Dischord to the floor, freeing Melody.
I see youve finally decided to join us. Subcortical sneered,
moving quickly to activate his power. Taco moved faster, though,
kicking the flute out of his hands.
AH! Cacophony had moved towards Melodys still-prone
form, and was standing on her back in a way that made Taco physically
uncomfortable. Had that cry been from Melody?
Head out! Dischord ordered, prompting the villains to
scatter in various directions. While Taco was tempted to chase them,
they rushed to Melodys side.
Melody, check in. Are you alright? They asked. Melody
most certainly did not look okay.
And here we are at the scene of yet another villain attack,
Oh Core, the media had arrived, It appears that the villains have
retreated, but our heroes were not left unscathed in their defense. Just
behind me you can see Melody on the ground, obviously injured.
Can you get a medic over here? Taco asked the reporter,
trying to be polite. They did not want to risk making the injury worse
by teleporting Melody, since she just was not responding.
I- uh-
Please move out of the way, sir, Medics who had previously
been treating civilians and had already been on the scene rushed to
Melodys side, How did this occur?
Cacophony stood on her back. Taco answered as honestly as
they could.
I think we might have a broken spine here, Carl. A broken
spine? Fuck. Bring over the stretcher!
Taco watched in surreal horror as Melody was loaded onto a
stretcher and taken away in an ambulance. They had meant to follow
the vehicle, but the media had swarmed remarkably quickly, lured by
the tell-tale signs of a story. Taco had not even really seen what
happened, why would they be able to tell the reporters about what had
happened? How were they supposed to state what they were feeling
about the situation without even knowing what the situation was?
Eventually Taco got out of the crowd of reporters and began
moving towards the hospital. Melody was on the top floor, they knew,
as that was where the heroes were supposed to go after every injury.
The doctors there had signed all sorts of personality release forms and
nondisclosure agreements that ensured they could not reveal the heroes
weaknesses to anyone for any reason. Taco could only hope that
Melodys injury wasnt too bad.
How is she doing? Taco asked Dr. Loper, the heroes shared
physician, who was standing next to Melodys cot.
Not great. Her spine popped out of place, and we think it
might take surgery to get it back there. Surgery? Wouldnt that take a
while? When will she be able to recover? Taco asked. When would
Melody be able to return to hero work?
Honestly? We have no idea. Id say the fastest we could get
her out of here is in two weeks, and the fastest she could start physical
stress is in a month. Even then Im not sure if hero work would be
safe to do for at least three months.
I ca not be the sole hero of Der Verde for three months.
Taco had barely held their ground against the three villains with
Melody at their side, how were they expected to protect civilians
without her?
I have a suggestion. There, on one of the equipment tables,
was the Keeper. Taco did not quite know how the Keeper managed to
appear wherever it was needed while avoiding detection, but they were
not about to ask.
Please. They prompted.
Simply get another hero. A temporary one. Somebody to fill
in for Melody, and maybe even pretend to be Melody while shes out of
commission. If the villains learn that they have successfully put one
hero on bedrest, they will be more encouraged to launch future attacks.
If we find somebody to impersonate Melody, they will think that their
plan has failed. Alright. That made a lot of sense. If the villains were
confident they would attack, and if they were not confident then the city
would remain relatively safe.
Who would play the role of Melody? Taco asked
skeptically. It was nearly impossible to change your costume after your
first magical transformation, as it was meant to be a reflection of your
inner soul. There had never been two magical object users with the
same costume in all of recorded history, afterall.
I think it would be best if we continue this conversation in the
hero tower. Taco turned to Dr. Loper, who was very purposely
busying herself with the medical equipment.
Okay. The hero tower was just across the street from the
hospital, for understandable reasons. The Keeper and Taco were able to
walk there in approximately two minutes, and arrive at Tacos office in
a mere four.
You believe that there is no way somebody could viably
change their magical costume within such a short period of time, The
Keeper pointed out. Taco nodded, To this I counter you: Optokinesis
certainly did. Remember what they originally wore? They changed
their costume in less than a month. Optokinesis was the exception to
nearly everything though, were they not?
They changed their outfit, true, but not to be an except replica
of someone elses. Taco countered. Simply put, no one had the same
soul as another person, and Taco had never met anyone exactly the
same as Melody, not even Melodys own sister.
True, true. Nevertheless, I believe that I have found a
candidate whose magical potential is far greater than Optokinesis.
More magical potential than Optokinesis? That seemed fantastical,
perhaps even impossible.
Who?
Youll find the civilian file on your desk. Theyve never been
a hero, but their blood work shows remarkable compatibility with
magic, particularly with Melodys object. The Keeper gestured to a
manila file which had not been on Tacos desk earlier. Taco hesitantly
picked the file up and opened it.
Brunel Irekes?
Surprising, no? The Keeper asked. Surprising was one word
for the coincidence. Taco had only first spoken to Brunel Irekes earlier
that day, I most certainly found it odd. Well, of course it had found it
odd, magical compatibility was determined based on a persons parents.
If their parents wielded a magical object, it was easier for them to wield
a magical object. The problem was that the Irekes family had never
held a magical object in the heroic catalogs, that is.
Did-?
I have no idea. The Keeper responded before Taco could
even ask, But, in any case, hes shown great potential.
And if he is unable to mimic Melody? No matter how great
the magical potential, changing ones costume was exceptionally
difficult.
Well remove the object. He shall have two weeks to perfect
the costume and if he fails I shall come up with another plan.
Wont someone realize that its not Melody? Taco
wondered. Even if Brunel Irekes somehow managed to perfectly mimic
her costume and memorized her speeches, mimicking her personality in
battle would be much harder.
Oh, people can be much blinder than you think, particularly
when it comes to heroes. The Keepers tail swished lightly, I think
youll find yourself pleasantly surprised, is all. Think about it.
Alright. They would need to draft a particularly long
contract for that kind of deal, but hopefully it would be worth it. If
Brunel Irekes could really keep the villains from knowing that they had
put Melody in the emergency room, he might not need to fight much at
all. I do recommend you make your choice as quickly as
possible. Who knows when the villains might attack next? With those
closing words, The Keeper swept through the door to Tacos office, and
Taco flipped to the second page in Brunel Irekes file.
Brunel Irekes. He was eighteen years old, his birthday was
June 27th, and his blood was type AB-. He had maintained perfectly
average grades in every subject- save for a few dips in Chemistry in
academy. One of the three articles written about him compared his
grades to his fathers and mothers, while the other two featured actual
quotes from Brunel Irekes and covered his tendency towards conspiracy
theories.
Ah, Taco. Your entrance wasnt reported through the
recorder's desk. Tacos personal assistant entered the office without
knocking. What was their name again? Via? Olive?
I came in with the Keeper. Taco explained.
Well, if youre here, I must inform you that your damage
control after the villain attack earlier was lacking, and that Ive yet to
receive any word about Melodys condition on my end. Tacos
assistant noted.
Would you be able to draft a speech about the matter for
tomorrow afternoon? Taco asked, Melody is in need of surgery and
will be out of commission for a couple of months, but The Keeper has
proposed some alternative solutions. Namely, it believes it has found
someone who would be able to transform into a replica of her costume
and keep civilians and villains unaware of her status. Ill have to run
things through, but could you start putting through some NDAs?
Very well, I shall begin a draft. Tacos assistant nodded
dutifully and stepped out of the office, leaving Taco to read the rest of
Brunel Irekes file.
Part 4
Good evening, Taco. After nearly a full semester of never
seeing Brunel Irekes, Taco had seen him exit the dorm across from their
own. Good evening. Thank you for your assistance in avoiding that
crowd. Perhaps gratitude was the way to go? Taco had not been
expecting to see Brunel Irekes again that day.
Ah, think nothing of it, Yes, gratitude was the way to go. It
usually was, Thank you for defending the city another day.
Actually, Id like to speak to you on that matter, Taco had
decided, rather reluctantly, to give Brunel Irekes a try in the hero
industry. Luckily, the fact that they owed him lunch gave them the
perfect opportunity, I do owe you lunch tomorrow, do I not? Would
you like to join me in my office at one pm? Taco was not looking
forward to Brunel Irekes seeing first-hand how much Der Verde needed
the Irekes Foundations money.
Oh?
Of course. Your assistance was quite valuable for my timely
arrival at the scene of the attack, and I would like to discuss some
things with you. There it was- a hint that Brunel Irekes needed to
prepare before their meeting the next day.
Oh? Luckily, he sounded rather intrigued, I suppose Ill see
you at one, then.
Yes. Taco politely dipped their head and walked past Brunel
Irekes towards their door.
Sawyer and Emilio were both in the common room sitting on
the couch and playing some video game. Sawyer glanced up as Taco
entered the room, though Emilio continued fiddling with his controller.
Welcome back, Taco. Sweet job dealing with the attack
today. One thing Taco had not been prepared for, when heading to
university, was the number of compliments their roommates would give
them after every attack.
Thank you. Taco quickly moved past the duo on the couch
and towards their personal room. They had homework to complete,
afterall. Hey, did Melody turn out okay? Emilio asked, prompting
Taco to pause.
Yes, thankfully. They lied. Hopefully Brunel Irekes would
be up to the task.
Part 5
Mr. Irekes is here for your one pm appointment. Taco
startled at the sound of the intercom. It was rare for them to receive
messages from the front desk, and even then those messages tended to
be sent via electronic messaging.
Send him up, please.
Taco paged through the contract their assistant had drafted one
last time, checking for any error. Everything seemed up to bar, though
they had decreased Brunel Irekes time limit to one week in light of a
bomb threat the Der Verde Hero Tower had received that morning.
Hello? They set down the file and looked up at Brunel
Irekes. Please, take a seat, Taco prompted with a smile, Ive
prepared some sandwiches for the two of us.
Oh, no need. Ive brought my own lunch. Brunel Irekes sat
in the chair on the other side of Tacos desk and removed a pineapple
from his backpack.
I dont expect any crowds today? Tacos statement sounded
more like a question, but their point still stood. They had assumed that
Brunel Irekes had only gotten a pineapple the day before because of the
trick he had pulled with the crowd.
Hence why I expect to eat it today. Brunel Irekes bit into the
pineapple rind, chewed, and swallowed, Now, what would you like to
talk about?
Lunch first? Taco suggested. Simply put, they were not sure
that they would be able to hold a reasonable conversation with Brunel
Irekes ate an entire pineapple. The process of watching him just make
their skin crawl in a way they werent prepared for.
Alright. Taco hesitantly picked up a sandwich half from
their plate, watching in horror for longer than was socially acceptable
as Brunel Irekes took his second bite.
Any good? They found themselves asking as Brunel Irekes
finished his bite.
Of course! I love pineapples. Brunel Irekes said happily,
Hows your sandwich?
It is nice. Taco had, in hindsight, ordered the hero office
chef to prepare far too many sandwiches. They had wrongly assumed
that Brunel Irekes would be eating some, as there was no way that Taco
could finish three sandwiches on their own. Their plan had been to only
have half of a sandwich and then get a salad later.
Thats good, thats good. What kind of sandwiches are they?
Brunel Irekes asked.
Turkey. Turkey was a fairly lean meat, which also contained
plenty of protein.
Cool. I like to make ham sandwiches, but turkeys great as
well. He liked to make ham sandwiches? Just make?
Okay.
So whats your favorite color? Brunel Irekes asked.
I like green. Taco didnt really have a favorite color, come
to think of it.
Well, Der Verde and all. Brunel Irekes chuckled lightly.
What? What did the city have to do with Tacos favorite
color being green?
Der You know what, nevermind. They had wanted an
answer to their question, but it appeared they werent going to get one,
Do you have a favorite food?
I like celery. Celery was one of the few snacks that Taco
was allowed to snack on, since it had so few calories and plenty of
dietary fiber.
Celery?! Brunel Irekes exclaimed, What kind of
psychopath likes, much less favors, celery?
Uh…” Taco wouldnt necessarily describe themself as a
psychopath for liking celery. Brunel Irekes took another bite of
pineapple, What about you? Do you have a favorite food?
Oh of course! I love chocolate.
Then…” Taco frowned, Then why are you eating an entire
pineapple? If Brunel Irekes was really going to go all out, wouldnt it
make sense to eat a bunch of chocolate?
Because it eats me back? Didnt I tell you that already.
I suppose you did. It didnt appear as though Taco was
going to get any elaboration, unfortunately.
Do you like pineapples?
Not particularly, Taco shook their head, They make my
tongue feel weird.
But thats the best part! Why would a weird feeling on their
tongue be the best part? Oh well, I guess theyre not for everyone.
You dont like celery. Taco pointed out.
I like celery. Brunel Irekes defended. Hadnt he just claimed
that anyone who liked celery was a psychopath? It just isnt my
favorite though. Huh.
Are there any foods you dont like?
Oh, sure. I hate chocolate. What?
I thought chocolate was your favorite food? Taco was only
growing more and more confused. How was chocolate both his favorite
food and a food he didnt like?
Oh, it is. Its my favorite because I hate it! I just find it so
fascinating, you know? How can something so popular taste so bad?
People are truly weird. That wasnt what Taco had been taught, but
who were they to judge another?
I suppose so. See, Taco actually quite liked chocolate. They
werent allowed to have it ever, but they had gotten a chocolate cake
for their birthday party a few years back and had ended up sneaking one
of the chocolate chunks decorating the cake. It had been one of the best
things they had ever tasted, though the chocolate they were allowed to
have on a regular basis was downright disgusting.
So, what did you want to talk about? Brunel Irekes asked,
having finished his pineapple. Taco had only taken about three bites of
their sandwich slice, which they set down.
Melody got injured in the battle yesterday. Taco began.
I know that. Well, nearly everyone knew.
She wont be back on the field for at least three months.
Taco continued.
Wait, really? Brunel Irekes had the appropriate reaction to
such terrifying news.
Yes. Now, this is obviously a problem. However, the Der
Verde Hero Office has decided to keep this information from the
public, and thus the villains, in order to prevent further attacks.
You cant just pretend that one of your heroes doesnt exist
for three months. Brunel Irekes pointed out, reasonable.
No, we cant. Which is why we will be replacing her with
someone capable of mimicking her costume and mannerisms.
Hopefully Brunel Irekes would see where Taco was going with this.
Who? Nobodys ever been able to get an exact replica of
somebody elses magical costume. Evidently not.
You. Brunel Irekes was, predictably, surprised. Taco
elaborated, The Der Verde Hero Office has received some of your
blood samples and determined that you are compatible with magic,
particularly Melodys magic.
The choker of control? Not only was it concerning that
Brunel Irekes knew about magical objects in general, apparently he
knew what Melodys magical object was called. Taco frowned.
Yes.
But- what? Taco would be confused, too.
You will have one week to mimic the hero costume of the
hero Melody and three weeks to adjust to her personality before you
will be required to start making speeches. If you fail, your magic will
be returned to the Keeper at the end of these time limits. If you succeed,
your magic will be returned to the Keeper as soon as Melody recovers.
Several people in the hero office, including mine and Melodys
assistants, have already signed contracts regarding this exchange. I have
a different contract drafted for you, if youd like to read over it.
Yes, please. Brunel Irekes eagerly took the stack of papers
and began flipping through them. He looked up, Do you think I could
have some time to think over this?
Yes. However, you must stay within this building, you may
not speak to anyone, and you must get back to me within four hours.
Taco explained.
Wow, thats strict. Okay. Alright, Ill look through it. Do
you have any rooms that I might have to myself? Brunel Irekes asked.
I can have my personal assistant lead you to the private
breakrooms.
Oh, Viv? Brunel Irekes visibly perked up, Shes so nice,
you know? So Viv was her name? That was good to know. Taco was
bound to forget it again, but it was still good to know.
Ill call her up. Taco pressed the non-emergency call button
on their bracelet and only had to wait a moment before Viv knocked on
their door and entered.
How may I be of assistance?
Would you please escort Mr. Irekes here to an unoccupied
breakroom? Do ensure that his file remains private, as well. Taco had
already discussed the potential addition to their staff with their assistant
earlier that day, when Viv had been drafting the contract. Hopefully
shed understand the underlying importance of keeping the contract
under lock and key.
Of course. Please, follow me. Viv left the room, closely
followed by Brunel Irekes. Taco started a small timer for four hours and
sat down to complete some paperwork.
Paperwork was both the best and worst part about being a
hero, in a way that Taco did not mean lightly. Completing paperwork
meant that Taco had time to get away from everything: the villains, the
civilians, and the personal assistants. It was also extremely grueling,
and the repetitive task of reading different forms regarding property
damage occasionally put them to sleep. In addition, it was almost
embarrassing to sign their name on all the forms. Taco didnt have a
last name, either, which was something that had always bothered them.
Somehow, despite the fact that they were raised by Melody in the Der
Verde Hero Tower, Taco had never been formally adopted. Every
signature was a reminder of that.
Ill sign. Taco glanced up from their desk, and then to their
timer. Brunel Irekes had made his decision in a mere two hours and
thirty-seven minutes.
Grand. They said with a smile as he took a seat once more
and picked up one of their many pends, quickly scribbling a name on
the last page.
I know this isnt anywhere specifically in the contract- but
my parents can not hear about this. Of course. It would reflect badly
on the Irekes family if their heir was off pretending to be another hero.
We can do that. The oath of silence goes both ways. It was
only fair, afterall.
And Melodys personal assistant will help me? Ah, Mr.
Kraas. Taco sincerely doubted that he would actually be helping
Brunel, but perhaps it was best to leave that out.
Should you successfully mimic her during this week, yes.
Taco confirmed.
Ill come to you when Ive got it done.
Part 6
Unfortunately, Tacos suite-style dorm only had one
kitchenette, which was in the common area. Every morning, without
fail, they would go out to make their tea on the stove and Sawyer would
be sitting on the couch. The morning after their agreement with Brunel,
however, Emilio joined Sawyer.
Hey, Tacster. So this is when youre out and about? Emilio
asked. At least Sawyer had the general decency to sit and complete
their homework in silence.
I suppose so. They were out and about a lot of the time,
which was part of the reason why they were in the dorm so
infrequently.
Hey, Ive been meaning to ask you, but what is it really like
being named after a food?
Its a marketing strategy. Taco pointed out.
Yeah, but like, hasnt it ever been weird to try and introduce
yourself as Taco? Like- you arent even hisp-'' Sawyer firmly kicked
Emilio in the shin. Not even what? Perhaps Taco would never know.
I generally dont have to introduce myself. Most people
already knew who they were. Taco may not be Optokinesis, but they
were still rather popular. Or, at the very least, well-known.
I guess that makes sense. Their answer had satisfied Emilio,
So like- are you and Brunel really dating?
What? Why would they be dating? Taco had only seen
Brunel Irekes three times and he was, quite frankly, a little strange.
Well, everyone saw how you were having lunch together the
other day, and then someone claimed to see him going into the hero
tower yesterday, so its pretty much confirmed for most people. Why
would they assume that? Was that why it had been so difficult to avoid
the media on their way back to the dorms the day before? I support
you two!
We arent dating, Taco turned on the electric kettle, which
made a satisfying click noise, We were discussing the terms of the
Irekes Foundation sponsoring a Der Disco booth again. They were,
technically, discussing the terms through assistants and emails with
Eden Irekes.
Wait- so you two arent dating? Sawyer asked. But then
why did Kay challenge Brunel to a duel last night?
Kay challenged Brunel to a duel last night? Why would she
do that?
He accepted, too. Everyones sure its some scripted face-off
to win your affections. Why would Kay beating up Brunel Irekes win
Taco over?
That doesnt make any sense. Taco pointed out. If Brunel
Irekes was trying to win Taco over, he wouldnt have consumed a
whole pineapple in front of them. They were fairly certain that it was in
one of their social rulebooks somewhere.
Huh. Well, guess I gotta pay Patricia back on my bet, then.
Emilio sighed. Taco was fairly certain they had made gambling illegal
under the age of twenty-five, but they werent going to point that out.
You might want to rush your tea then, Taco, Sawyer
advised, I know theres at least two articles on you two already and the
Snail Paper group chat hasnt shut up all night long. So the university-
sponsored newspaper was gossiping about them? Unfortunately, right
along with Melodys refusal to mess with the school system was her
refusal to mess with student-run organizations, so Taco would be
unable to scrap the tories. They sighed.
Very well. When is this duel? Perhaps Taco could convince
one or both parties to call it off. Emilio and Sawyer exchanged a
glance. Uh four in the morning? Emilio said. Taco sighed again
and poured the steaming water into their mug.
Swell. They would not be able to watch the duel, though
perhaps that was in their best interests. Taco had been working to
outlaw the practice of dueling in Der Verde for as long as theyd had a
vote. Thus, going down to watch a duel would not reflect well on their
convictions.
They began to regret not checking their email before they
came out for tea every morning. Taco had no doubt that their personal
assistant would have some choice words for them, but hopefully shed
also have a speech written up for discouraging future duels. Then again,
the people who tended to participate in duels tended to be the same
people who ignored speeches. An advertisement campaign could work,
but Taco had tried one before, and it had failed horribly. Taco sighed
and waited for their tea to finish steeping.
Sure enough, Taco had received approximately seven emails
in their personal inbox since the night before, all from their personal
assistant. She was rather concerned, understandably, about the whole
situation, especially since Brunel Irekes would ideally become a hero in
approximately a week. Tacos assistant had already drafted four
speeches depending on who won the duel and how, and had scheduled a
public announcement for ten in the morning. Ah well, Taco hadnt
wanted free time to themself anyway. It tended to just make them
anxious, really.
They pulled up the overnight articles, out of curiosity. Many
of them, those that werent based out of the university, were still under
review by the Der Verde Hero Office. The Snail Paper had gotten their
hands on a picture of Brunel Irekes leaving the Der Verde Hero Office,
with one article covering Kays inevitable downfall once the Irekes
Foundation got their hands on him and Brunel Irekes own past as a
delinquent. The other was, predictably, about the alleged relationship
between Brunel Irekes and Taco. Did Taco know why Kay supposedly
would be willing to go to arms about Brunel Irekes and Taco getting
together? No, no they did not.
Hey! The livestreams beginning if you wanna watch it with
us. Sawyer called from the living room. A livestream? Why would
anyone livestream a duel happening at four in the morning? They
reluctantly headed out to the living room.
Popcorn? Emilio asked, gesturing to the large bowl in his
lap. No, thank you. Taco sat down on the opposite side of the
couch and turned towards the screen.
Brunel Irekes and Kay were standing across from one another
in a chalk circle, one that was required by law to be five feet in
diameter. If either of them stepped out of the circle, the other would
win. If either of them began to bleed, the other would win. It seems that
they had voted against weapons, which was both a good thing and a bad
thing. It certainly meant that they were less likely to die, though it also
meant that the duel would take longer.
Are you both ready? The duel master asked. Both
participants nodded gravely, though only Kay raised her fist. There was
already an ambulance on site, which was a good sign for the continued
health of both people involved.
I heard he beat up like three kids at his old school. Emilio
whispered loudly to Sawyer. Did he truly believe the Snail Paper
article? Please. No offense, but I was there when that was written.
Sawyer pointed out.
And- start! The duelmaster shouted, taking a step back. Kay
took the first swing, which landed squarely in the air and rocked her off
balance. Taco hardly had time to blink before Kay was violently thrown
into the crowd, sliding slightly on the sidewalk.
What- The duelmaster began.
Holy fucking shit, did anybody see that? The person holding
the camera interrupted loudly, Did anybody get that in slow-mo?
What just happened? Sawyer asked, staring numbly at the
screen. Taco couldnt help but sympathize.
This just in: The Core is real and the Irekes family is blessed.
Caught on video. Emilio narrated, prompting Taco to frown.
Load him on! One of the doctors who had rushed to an
unconscious Kay shouted, ushering over a stretcher.
Hey, stop the video. Thankfully, one of the watchers next to
the camera person had some common sense.
No way, man. Ive gotta see how this plays out. The camera
person instead zoomed in on Brunel Irekes, who was still standing in
the circle.
So did I win? He asked, face betraying nothing but utter
confusion.
Yeah, man, I think hes out of the circle. An audience
member laughed.
Sweet.
Im serious, turn that off. A large hand came and covered up
the camera feed for a moment before the screen went dark.
I mean- that was certainly something. Sawyer muttered.
So, you feeling swooned yet, Taco? Emilio asked, leaning
towards them on the couch.
Not really.
Welp, Emilio just shrugged, Guess well see how the chips
fall when the slow-mo comes out.
Part 7
Oh good morning, Taco. Taco was exceptionally glad that
Brunel Irekes had been the one to answer the door, considering they
didnt exactly want to take their frustration out on a random citizen.
What was that? They asked.
What was what?
The duel. Of course Taco was talking about the duel. It had
only been three hours ago, afterall.
Oh. What about it? Taco felt their eye twitch.
Its not good for publicity.
So? What did he mean- so? Im not going public with my
identity, am I? Who cares what Brunel Irekes is doing?
A lot of people, actually. Taco snapped, Do you have any
idea how many people are talking about your duel? How many people
are already speculating that we are in a relationship simply because we
had lunch twice? Was Brunel Irekes simply oblivious to his
following?
Oh. Really? Apparently so.
Yes.
Well then, just dont be associated with me. Brunel Irekes
simply shrugged.
I cant just stop rumors, particularly not on a university
campus. You are also my one and only way of ensuring that the villains
do not raze this city to the ground during Melodys absence.
I didnt mean that! Brunel threw his hands in front of his
chest, forcing Taco to realize that they were invading his personal
space, Look- you have someplace somewhere where you practice your
magic in private, dont you? Well just meet up there. I walk in at 7:00,
you walk in at 7:30, problem solved.
I suppose the old factory would work. The old
merchandise factory had fallen into disrepair about five years ago. Taco
had yet to raise enough money to convert it into a working building, so
it was simply a warehouse.
See?
That does not change the fact that there are rumors about the
two of us- rumors which I cannot normally deal with due to the Der
Verde Hero Offices system of not messing with education. You also
got into a duel, and I have been working very hard to outlaw duels. The
popularity of your stunt this morning is not helping. In light of the
confusing outcome, Tacos assistant has sent them three speeches to
memorize depending on the energy level of the audience.
I thought it was a good way to practice fighting villainy?
Melody is a long-range fighter, Brunel Irekes, Taco pointed
out, How were you expecting to fight like her when the fight hardly
lasted a minute?
I mean- Melodys go-to in close-range combat is to get her
opponent on the ground, isnt it? Shes really big on using their weight
against them, too. I figured practicing my ability to use my opponents
weight to throw them to the ground would be a good thing.
You threw her to the ground? The slow motion cut of the
duel hadnt been released yet, but nearly everyone involved had
assumed that Kay tripped somehow.
...Yes? Did you not watch the duel?
I…” It had honestly been a little embarrassing that Taco
hadnt been able to keep track of what had happened as they blinked,
You are going to need more practice than that.
Then we practice in the warehouse. Well, yes, they supposed
that made sense, About an hour after the Core goes dim today? Does
that work for you?
Yes. I look forward to seeing how far along you have come
with our project. They were both still in a relatively public place, so
they didnt want to mention replacing Melody.
Oh, Im coming along. Good. That was good.
Part 8
Taco was exhausted. Their personal assistant had coerced
them into giving a fifteen minute speech regarding how bad dueling
was for the community, and had scheduled a full anti-dueling
convention for March. Then, because that wasnt enough, Taco had to
plan half of the convention themselves and had spent the rest of the day
preparing for a miniseries to be released at the convention. Their
assistant had managed to get a professional production team on the
case, thankfully, so there wasnt much Taco needed to do except act.
The world had no interest in giving them a break, however, as
Taco had to meet with Brunel Irekes. They were not entirely sure what
progress could be made in a single day on something as intricate as a
hero costume, but hopefully it would give them an accurate growth
projection for the end of the week. So, unfortunately, it was helpful and
they did have to go. Taco took a deep breath and reluctantly opened the
door to the warehouse.
Oh, Taco, youre finally here! Finally? Hadnt Brunel Irekes
been the one to schedule their meeting for after the Core went time?
The Core was not yet dim
I am.
Great! Brunel exclaimed as Taco closed the door behind
him, Yknow, Im so grateful for your speech against dueling. It was a
little stressful when Kay challenged me and all.
You accepted, though? It was completely allowed and even
considered honorable to simply reject an invitation to duel.
Well, of course I did! Brunel said, surprised, Im not sure
how things work in Der Verde, but it was very rude to reject an
invitation to duel in Sol Undra.
As long as you have a proper justification, rejecting a duel is
socially accepted here. The only one its rude to is the person who
initiated the duel. Taco pointed out.
Why would I want to be rude to Kay? Brunel Irekes asked,
I think its just unfair that duels exist, is all, since you dont want to be
rude and deny the invitation. Its not like I could just lose once I
accepted, either. Not with that crowd.
Well, I am trying to outlaw dueling. Dueling had accounted
for one third of all civilian injuries in Der Verde in the past ten years.
Which, as I mentioned, I am exceptionally grateful for.
Brunel Irekes flashed Taco a particularly toothy grin. Did he simply
have a wide mouth or were there legitimately too many teeth in that
smile? How are your magical transformations going so far? Taco
asked, gesturing to the choker of control. Brunel Irekes shrugged.
Ah. So-so.
Do you mind showing me? Taco was there to collect data on
his transformation, afterall.
Not at all! Brunel Irekes lightly tapped the choker.
Faux-Melody was actually a lot better than Taco had
anticipated. The general shape of Melodys costume had been
replicated, as well as some of the details, though the coloring was a bit
off. The bright blues of Melodys true costume were far duller on Faux-
Melodys, and the vibrant golds were obviously silvers. In addition,
Faux-Melodys mask was completely inaccurate. Rather than being two
puzzle pieces put together over the face, it was a rather large set of blue
and silver wings.
Well, thats certainly something. It was quite lovely,
actually, though lovely likely wasnt the right word.
Isnt it? Faux-Melodys voice was near-perfect, too, save for
differences in tonality, Im actually quite proud of it, so far.
You should be. Taco said, honestly. They had been
struggling and failing to change their hero costume ever since theyd
gotten into the business, Whats your technique?
I meditate, usually, Meditation? They had tried that plenty
of times before, but it never seemed to do anything, I dunno. This
afternoon I transformed, stood in front of the mirror, and dissociated for
a bit and when I came back the gray was blue. Gray and silver? What
kind of hero costume had brunel Irekes been in originally?
Thats quite interesting, actually.
Would you like me to demonstrate? Ive been working on the
mask for some time now, but its just not quite in place. Im sure if I sat
here for another ten minutes or so I could have it all done. Ten
minutes? Perhaps the Keeper had been right in recommending Brunel
Irekes. Go ahead. Taco had assignments to complete, but those
could be done on their mobile device while Brunel Irekes was
meditating.
He sat down on the concrete floor of the abandoned factory
warehouse and took a deep breath. Taco pulled out their phone. Like
any other university, the University of Der Verde had general education
requirements that students had to complete in order to get a degree in
anything. Taco had been hoping to avoid biology for their time at the
university, but had instead chosen to get it out of the way in the first
semester. Thus, they completed the worksheet as Brunel Irekes sat.
I think Im done. Taco looked up from their work. Yes,
Brunel Irekes was nearly done, and Faux-Melody could be on the field
as long as the camera was low quality. A few of the finer details were
still missing, but the silver was gold, the blue was vibrant, and the mask
actually looked like Melodys.
Thats great.
Thanks! Though, I will admit, I have absolutely no idea how
to summon and play the lyre Melody uses. Brunel Irekes smile was
exceptionally weird on Faux-Melodys face.
Do not worry, you may practice summoning the lyre later,
Taco advised. Brunel Irekes still had six days, afterall, Actually, I am
not sure Melody knows how to play the lyre when she is transformed,
so you should not have too many problems. Taco had learned the hard
way when theyd tried to ask Melody for music lessons only to learn
that she didnt know how to read music, or play music, or anything,
really. Melody was actually quite tone deaf.
Oh, really? You dont hear that in the papers. That was
because nearly all papers went through the Der Verde Hero Office
before they were given approval for publishing.
You dont hear much about us in the papers. Due to budget
cuts in the Der Verde Hero Office, the PR office didnt have time to
comb through all of the reports before they were irrelevant.
I guess not. Far less than Optokinesis, anyways. Isnt it kinda
weird that the hero with a secret identity gets more interest than the
hero without? It wasnt actually, it was just psychology, I mean, Im
fairly certain nobodyy ever asked you what your favorite pair of socks
are in an interview, but it came up at least twice in Optokinesis two-
year career.
Socks? Taco would admit that they hadnt kept up with the
Optokinesis interviews, but that seemed a little ridiculous.
Socks. All for a hero that was going to retire not even two
years after their debut. Brunel complained. Taco had never really
thought about which pair of socks was their favorite. Perhaps it was the
ones with the triangles? They barely wore those though, since they only
had one pair and most outfits called for black or white.
It is a bit odd, isnt it? They mused, Everyone knew that
Optokinesis was of age to be a legal hero, but I hadnt realized that they
were quite so old.
Isnt Melody getting up there? Brunel Irekes asked. Taco
could feel the hair on the back of their neck rise.
She is perfectly healthy. Save for the fact that she needed
surgery on her spine, but she was fine besides that.
Isnt she in her forties? I know theres been a lot of pressure
recently to retire. Brunel Irekes continued, regardless of Tacos clear
desire to avoid the topic. Taco took a deep breath in through their nose
and released it through their mouth.
We dont have another hero to replace her, Brunel Irekes. Sol
Undra could operate with no heroes for two and a half decades, but Der
Verde would not be following suit. That kind of power had led to a
small tyranny.
I guess you dont.
You arent going to replace her, Brunel Irekes. Even if Taco
ended up taking an apprentice under them, it was not going to be the
heir to the Irekes family.
Oh Core no, I wouldnt dream of it! Brunel Irekes
exclaimed, Im already looking forward to when she recovers so I
dont have to do this anymore. Well, that was good, though Taco
didnt like that hed already grown tired for their entire career.
Good. Then, because very few things seemed to go Tacos
way, their emergency bracelet began beeping.
Uh that means theres a fight, right? Brunel Irekes asked
nervously, his own hidden bracelet beeping in tandem.
It does. Taco glanced at him, It looks like you are going to
get some combat experience a bit earlier than expected. Taco quickly
transformed and grabbed Faux-Melodys arm, rushing outside before
teleporting towards the location.
The villains were attacking the Central Water Reserve, just as
they had threatened to do at the end of the week. Leave it to the villains
to break their own promises of violence.
Taco! Dischord called cheerfully, laughing from her place
on the balcony, And Melody? Huh. I didnt expect you to be on the
field so soon.
Expect the unexpected. There it was- Melodys usual witty
banter. It sounded a bit weird coming from Faux-Melody, but it would
work. Taco teleported up to Dischord and punched her square across
the face.
Theyre here! Dischord shouted as soon as she could. Taco
swore under their breath.
Ill handle the people inside! Faux-Melody shouted, though
Taco knew that he couldnt handle both Cacophony and Subcortical.
Taco glanced at Dischord.
Miraculous recovery, no? She taunted, as if shed already
picked up on something. Taco frowned and quickly pinned Dischord to
the floor, cuffing her to the balcony.
Stay. Taco told her, as if she was really going to listen. Taco
headed inside the Central Water Reserve, praying to Core that Faux-
Melody was fine.
Cacophony was doing her very best to bust the water tank
while Subcortical distracted Faux-Melody. Unlike Sol Undras,
however, the Der Verde Central Water Reserve tank was reinforced.
Hoping that Faux-Melody could handle Subcortical for the time being,
teleported towards the other villain.
F- They quickly knocked Cacophony to the ground, holding
a hand over her mouth to ensure she could not use her power. Taco felt
a sharp pain in their hand, but held firm, taking out a long piece of
fabric from their utility belt.
All of the villains of Der Verde had sound-based magic. All of
them. Keeping at least one gag on themself at all times had been one of
the most important lessons Melody had taught Taco. They worked
quickly to stuff the fabric in Cacophonys unwilling mouth and tie it
around her head.
Aha! Taco heard a voice behind them- Subcorticals.
Evidently he had handled Faux-Melody. Taco quickly cuffed
Cacophony to a rail and turned to face Subcortical.
He was looking quite smug, actually, considering that he
rarely got Melody to fall asleep. Taco would have to take it into their
own hands to correct his faint smirk. They punched him in the stomach,
making Subcortical fold over himself. He had always been the
physically weakest of the group.
You two! Tactical retreat! It had taken Dischord an almost
abnormally long amount of time to free herself from the cuffs, yet there
she had appeared.
Working on it! Subcortical groaned. Taco struggled to hold
him down while Dischord made her way to Cacophony. Unfortunately,
Faux-Melody would not wake up for at least five minutes more,
meaning that he could not stop Dischord. Cacophony screamed.
Now, Taco had tried earplugs. They had tried noise-canceling
earplugs, even. It seemed that no matter what they tried, they could
never quite be immune to the ear-splitting power that Cacophony held
in her arsenal. Their hands instinctively went up to their ears, which
had a tendency to bleed if ignored.
When Taco had been particularly young, they had dreamed of
becoming a musician-hero like Maestro, Melodys old mentor. Theyd
learned the piano, even though they never got good. Cacophonys
constant screeching had rendered that dream void, as it had made
Melody tone deaf and Taco well, just plain hard of hearing.
The villains were out of the building before Taco could force
themself to remove their hands from their ears. They made their way
over to Faux-Melodys prone form, knowing perfectly well that even
asleep Cacophonys power was terrifying. Sure enough, the puzzle
mask was not enough to hide Faux-Melodys bleeding ears. Taco
winced. Hey, you okay? They asked. Faux-Melody groaned softly
and rolled over. Good, they were at least alive and reactive. Taco
sighed. So Taco, how does it feel to know your teammate got bested
so quickly There they were- the media. Taco turned to face the woman
who had asked the question.
Well, Melody is still recovering from the fight last Friday. I
am honestly glad that she was able to fight by my side today. If Brunel
Irekes had not taken time in the warehouse to perfect Faux-Melodys
costume, Taco would have had to fight alone. While they did fight
alone for the most part, the loss of such an important distraction could
have resulted in the villains actually accomplishing their goal.
What kind of injuries did she sustain last Friday? The
reporter asked, pushing the microphone a bit closer to Tacos face.
Merely a twisted ankle. Tacos character was known for
being factual and to-the-point. If they did not give an exact answer,
they would be considered suspicious. Besides, technically Melody had
sustained a twisted ankle.
Part 9
Good evening, Brunel Irekes. Taco had agreed to meet him
at the warehouse again the next night, as neither seemed to have a set
sleep schedule.
Evening. Ideally the villains would not see fit to attack once
more, I wanted to talk a bit more about the commitments outside of
fighting.
That makes sense. Everything had been written down in the
contract, but sometimes it was easier to discuss things.
Er- paperwork. You said Melody would do all of that, but can
she really complete all of the fields without having been there? That
was a very legitimate question, though their fights were fortunately or
unfortunately broadcasted. Melody, along with everyone else, could see
every fight from at least three different angles.
Yes, she can. Taco informed him.
Alright, Brunel Irekes nodded diligently, Press
conferences? Weve got one tomorrow and John gave me a list of their
questions and my responses, but Id like to know more about what
happens before and after. John? Who was John?
John?
John Kraas.
Oh. That made sense. Taco had not been aware that Mr.
Krass first name was John, We generally meet a block away and
transform before heading to the location. There, we sit before the panel
and answer questions. Then Ill give my speech and you wait in the
back room, and when Im done you give your speech. Afterwards, I
will escort you out and back to where we transformed. That was not
the general schedule with Melody- they generally transformed at the
venue and left as soon as they were done- but Brunel Irekes would need
a bit of hand-holding for the first public events.
Sounds straightforward enough. Press conferences rarely
were, but it was good that Brunel Irekes was going in with such a
positive mindset, And- uh- the charity balls?
Those are only once a month, and you just need to mingle.
Taco explained. Brunel Irekes was a rich heir, so they were sure he
knew what mingling was.
Mingle? Or not. Brunek Irekes was also the man who had
eaten an entire pineapple in front of them.
Be polite and talk to a person or two. I will be with you, but
you will be expected to do most of the talking. Keep it focused on
either the weather or a villain attack, but never the economy or
politics. Taco had learned the hard way that talking about politics at a
charity ball was a bad idea.
Do I need to help with any of the planning? He asked.
Melody generally managed the planning, or at least her assistant did.
She would be able to plan on bedrest, though, so Brunel Irekes help
wasnt necessary.
No, but you can add your input if you would like. Mr. Krass
should be giving you the plans for this months charity ball next
Wednesday. Taco had decided to give Brunel Irekes exactly one week
to prepare for each charity ball.
What if theres something that Im uncomfortable with?
You do it anyway? Was Brunel Irekes asking some kind
of trick question or did he legitimately not know what it meant to be a
hero? You are a hero now, at least until Melody is healed and ready
for the field. That means doing things you would normally be
uncomfortable with.
Why, though? We already save the city, why do they want us
to go out and mingle with rich people, too? Shouldn't there be different
people to do that?
Maybe, Taco admitted with a sigh, but that is the way
things are. We need to convince those attending the charity ball that
they need to donate money to Der Verdes various funds. Der Verdes
number one source of income was its crops, which were constantly
being sold at lower prices than they took to produce.
That really shouldnt be the case. Yet it was, and there was
nothing that the two of them could do about it.
You sound like Optokinesis. Optokinesis had been the only
hero with the pull to convince the public to decrease the responsibilities
of heroism, and yet they had gone and retired after just two years.
Hey! Do not compare me to that rat. Perhaps it was a bad
sign that Brunel Irekes agreed with Tacos distaste for Optokinesis, but
it was nice to have someone who agreed with them.
I really thought they were going to be the one to make those
changes. It takes someone with power to change our system, but
everyone with power got it through the system.
Hm…” Brunel Irekes hummed in a tone Taco did not
particularly appreciate, Alright, then. The contract mentioned
something about investigating the identities of the villains?
Yes. The Der Verde Police Department has put together a
team of two investigators who are currently looking into the identities
of the villains, and it is our duty to assist them. Taco would not
mention that it had been their call to put official investigators on the
case rather than just heroes, considering where the conversation had
been earlier.
Assist them how, though? Do we have any leads?
No. do you know Professor Cantana? Brunel Irekes shook
his head, Shes one of the criminal justice professors and Melodys
older sister. She manages the whole operation, so she is who you would
like to talk to. As much as Taco hated to admit it, they were not
actually very active in the investigation. That had been part of the
reason why theyd been so insistent that the hero tower hired
professional investigators.
Cool. Shes on the list of people who know about Melodys
injury, isnt she? Brunel Irekes was supposed to have that entire list
memorized, but Taco would let it slide.
Yes.
Sweet. Well, it was nice to know that he was interested in
one of the facets of heroics that had the most lasting impact. If they
could successfully track down the identities of the villains, they would
be that much closer to finding the Verojas Trio.
Have you practiced summoning the lyre at all?
Part 10
Well, its about time you came to visit me. Melody scoffed
as Taco softly closed the door to her room.
You only woke up from your surgery two hours ago. Taco
had been in class when they had received the message, and as much as
they cared about Melody they needed to understand their next
assignment.
Yeah, yeah. Spare me excuses. It wasnt an excuse,
though?
I am glad to see that your surgery went well. The fact that
the surgery had to be delayed by almost a week had made Taco
incredibly stressed. They were glad to see that Melody had come out
okay on the other side.
I am, too! Melody laughed, Now, I heard that you found a
replacement for me?
Not a replacement, just a fill-in, Taco corrected her gently,
It is remarkable that he has been able to copy your costume so
quickly.
He? Ah, so no one had told Melody who the fill-in was.
Brunel Irekes, unfortunately. Ill send you the contract for
your review.
Another contract? Melody groaned, I just got out of surgery
man, dont tell me I still have to do all of his paperwork. Well, yes, but
that was the nature of their work.
You do.
Agh! Evidently the situation frustrated Melody, I have to
do all the boring parts of heroism while he gets to do all the fun stuff.
Brunel Irekes, too? Isnt he- like- rich
Apparently he has a high potential for magic. After seeing
what he is capable of, I do not doubt it. Brunel Irekes had managed to
get as good at magic as Melody was when she had become a full hero.
It was remarkable.
Huh. He better not be better than me.
No. Taco said, shaking their head. Not yet, anyways. It did
not really matter whether or not Brunel Irekes was better at magic than
Melody because he had expressed his disinterest in becoming a long
term hero.
Thats good. Hows planning for the charity ball going? Of
course that would be one of Melodys first concerns.
Very well, though we look forward to your help. Mr. Kraas
cannot do everything , you know. In addition, they would be lacking
Melodys natural charm in improvised conversation for the entirety of
the months charity ball. Her persuasion had contributed to their past
earnings.
I know. I think hes coming in later today to go over it with
me. Mr. Kraas was scheduled to come in and meet with her?
That is good. There is not a lot that you have missed, save for
an attack this Monday on the Central Water Reserve. It said something
that the weeks happenings were considered not much.
An attack? Is there still plenty of water?
Yes, there is. Taco informed Melody, Brunek Irekes and I
managed to get the villains to retreat as per usual, and none of the
reporters seemed to spot the difference. At the very least, no papers or
tabloids which had requested release included anything about Faux-
Melodys odd behavior.
Thats great! Ill take it hes a fan, then?
...Yes. Taco felt bad lying to Melody, but they knew
perfectly well that Brunel Irekes was not the biggest fan of heroism in
general.
Well Ill just have to meet him, wont I? Actually, Taco was
not sure if that was a good idea. Melody was an awfully chaotic person
on her own, without a pineapple-eating millionaire to cheer her on.
I suppose so. That did not change the fact that eventually
Brunel Irekes and Tacos mentor would have to meet with one another
to talk about heroics.
I should get in contact to find out when hes free, then. Do you
have his number?
I dont actually. How had Taco managed to work with him
for nearly a week without getting his contact information?
Thats a shame. I guess Ill have Mr. Kraas get me in contact,
though. Oh, that was disappointment in Melodys voice. Taco didnt
like it when Melody was disappointed with them.
Yes. He had been helping Brunel Irekes, especially with the
press conference. The press conference which was scheduled for that
afternoon, and which Taco was planning to head to as soon as they
were done visiting Melody.
Oh, a press conference, Melody hummed, This afternoon,
then? Taco nodded, I trust theyve put together a decent speech.
It is a good speech, but I worry that Brunel Irekes will not be
able to properly imitate your tonality. Brunel Irekes was a vastly
different person from Melody Cantana, and it was bound to show on
stage.
Well, then, I guess Ill just have to get in contact with him
before then. Melody decided, Could you send him over or
something? Taco nodded.
Surely it couldnt be that hard to find Brunel Irekes.
Part 11
It was, in fact, that hard to find Brunel Irekes. In the end hed
been sitting in Snail Verde, eating a pineapple while reading a rather
thick textbook.
Good morning. It was only eleven thirty, and thus it was
technically morning. Still, perhaps Taco ought to have simply said
hello instead.
Hello to you too, Taco. How may I help you? It was then that
Taco realized, rather suddenly, that they were not necessarily supposed
to be seen in public with Brunel Irekes. Ah well, they had come too far.
I need you to meet with our mutual friend at the hospital.
At the-? I can come now, if youd like.
No, thank you. Taco said rather firmly, as they were
intending to head over there as well and did not want to be seen with
Brunel Irekes, Simply be there when you are ready. As in- preferably
before the press conference. They hoped that Brunel Irekes would
understand their message.
Okay sure. He took another bite out of the pineapple and
Taco nearly flinched at the sight. They turned and left Snail Verde,
headed right back for the hospital.
Taco only had to wait in the lobby of the hospital for about five
minutes before Brunel Irekes came through the door.
Youre here to meet Melody. Taco informed him as soon as
he approached.
I assumed as much. Is she awake, then? His face seemed
hopeful.
Yes. It was understandable that he would be hopeful for
Melodys quick recovery, as the less time she spent on bed rest the
sooner he could return to being an ordinary citizen.
Wonderful! He exclaimed. Taco led Brunel to the elevator,
scanning their fingerprint to take them to the topmost floor.
Good afternoon. I assume you are here to see Ms. Cantana?
A nurse asked, with a large smile on his face. He had been in the
hallway, evidently waiting to use the elevator next.
Yes. They moved out of the elevator, and the nurse quickly
went inside. Taco led Brunel Irekes further down the hallway, to
Melodys room. It was a bit odd that they had so many rooms for what
was supposedly the heroes private hospital floor, but Taco had
generally disregarded the fact for most of their life.
Taco! Back so soon? Melody was still waiting on her bed,
evidently bored as ever.
They bring a guest! Brunel Irekes chirped from behind Taco,
stepping into the room, Its nice to finally meet you.
Its nice to meet you as well, Melody laughed, Id shake
your hand, but Im afraid Im still a little weak for that. Brunel Irekes
chuckled.
Quite understandable. Taco quickly glanced at the clock in
the hospital room, which unfortunately revealed that the press
conference was in four hours.
Ill leave you two to meet privately if that is alright, They
said, Ive got to prepare for the press conference fairly early. They
had a class right before the press conference as well, so their usual
practice of showing up an hour early to prepare would not be feasible.
Alright. See you there, then. Brunel Irekes seemed okay
with the arrangement, though Melody frowned.
Really? So early?
I have a class right before, and would like to prepare prior to
that. They explained. Melody sighed.
Okay, if you must. Youre going to call me before you go to
sleep tonight, though. Call her? Was this another period of time in
which Melody suddenly got inexplicably clingy?
Of course. Goodbye.
Part 12
Good afternoon, Melody. Wonderful job on the decorations as
always. As per usual, Vivian Price and her wife were the first people
to arrive at the charity ball.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Price and Mrs. Price. How have you
been? Faux-Melody smiled as he shook Vivian Prices hand.
Fairly well, thank you. How have you been? I heard you
twisted your ankle last Friday. That was generally Tacos cue to leave
and talk with Olivia Price, though they wanted to ensure Faux-Melody
was going to stay in character.
I did. However, I am much better now. Faux-Melody said as
Olivia gingerly took a step to the side.
Ah, yes, go on ahead Liv. Vivian Price gently patted Olivias
hand, which was her cue to leave. Taco could only follow.
How are you, T? She asked once they had made their way to
a corner of the room, How is Melody really?
Shes…” As much as Taco wanted to talk about Melodys
condition, Olivia PRice was not on the list of those authorized to know,
I dont know. Theres nothing physically wrong with her, but shes
been acting a little off since last Friday.
Are you going to be able to pull the numbers this charity
ball?
I certainly hope so, but nothing is ever guaranteed. Taco
admitted.
Alright, Ill step up the game then. Olivia said with a frown,
Dont hesitate to talk to me if anything goes bad, okay? It was nice to
know that Olivia would have their back, even if Faux-Melody would
not.
Thank you.
Have you gotten to use the spreadsheet template I sent you?
Olivia asked, changing the topic.
I have, actually, Taco said with a smile, It was very helpful
for tracking the prices of each color of decoration. The convention in
March? Weve already decreased the projected cost of decorations by
two percent. The difference seemed negligible, but Taco knew
perfectly well from their anti-drug convention last year that decorations
for a convention cost a great deal more than decorations for a charity
ball.
Two percent? Im proud- even I havent gotten that kind of
turnaround. Taco felt their face light up at Olivias praise. Their
personal assistant had been thoroughly unimpressed with the difference.
Via, the doors are open soon. Vivian said, approaching the
corner.
See you around, T. Olivia said, smiling at Taco as she
returned to Vivians side and Taco returned to Faux-Melodys.
Well, I think that went well. Faux-Melody assured them.
Wonderful. Are you ready to greet the other guests? Vivian
Price was one of theri greatest threats due simply to her knowledge of
Melodys usual behavior, but she was only one person on their two-
hundred person guest list.
Not at all. Faux-Melody said. Taco frowned. Whether or not
Faux-Melody was ready for the guests, he had to deal with them
anyway.
Good afternoon, you two.
The two politely shook hands with everyone who came through
the door. There were many familiar faces, since much of the guest list
consisted of Der Verde residents. Most were from Der Verdes upper
class, as many came to every months charity ball to show support for
the city and get a tax write-off. Only a few of their regulars were from
out of the city- important investors who had their hands in the grocery
business and wanted to ensure their breadbasket stayed in business.
Taco was just about to step away from the door when they saw a couple
that they only recognized from video meetings.
Hello. You must be Melody.What were Mr. and Mrs. Irekes
doing at a Der Verden charity ball? Taco shot a look at Faux-Melody,
feeling that he was in some way connected to the occurrence, And you
must be Taco.
Hello. We are pleased that you could join us. Taco said
politely. They had sent an invitation to the Irekes family, of course, just
as they did every charity ball. They had never received an RSVP back,
though.
We're pleased to be in attendance as well. Mrs. Irekes
answered easily, Weve meant to come to one of these balls for some
time now, but we never quite cleared out our schedules early enough.
Ah, so three months wasnt enough for them? Taco made a mental note
to move up their invitations to six months before each ball.
Quite understandable, I assure you, Faux-Melody said
pleasantly, Please enjoy yourself.
Im quite sure we will. Mrs. Irekes gracefully dipped her
head and headed into the charity ball.
Oh, Taco! Ive been meaning to talk to you. A rough hand
grasped Tacos shoulder.
Ms. Pivli? Ms. Pivli was one of the lead directors of their
time. She had not made many movies that Taco personally enjoyed, but
she had directed seventeen hero films.
About your anti-dueling competition in March. I was
wondering if I could set up a small film festival as part of your
convention? Everyone would stick to the theme, of course. Free
advertisement? Well, no, nothing was ever free and Taco would need to
take into account the decorations and rentals required for a film festival.
Nevertheless, it was a grand opportunity.
Could you email me the details? I would like to schedule an
appointment to discuss this, if you dont mind. It was not odd to be
approached about various deals at charity balls, though never regarding
something as lucrative as an anti-dueling film festival.
Of course. Ill get my assistant to put together our schedules
and draft and email, I just wanted to ask you in person first.:
This is not an automatic decision, Taco reminded her, but
that does sound like a wonderful idea. Please communicate with me as
soon as possible.
Will do, Taco. Mrs. Pivli said with a smile, Oh, Melody! I
wanted to congratulate you on managing to recover from that nasty fall
last Friday so quickly. Already a small crowd was surrounding Faux-
Melody and pushing Taco away. They had no choice but to accept it.
Taco, how have things been, considering people are talking
about your and Brunel Irekes relationship? People were still talking
about that? Taco had thought it died down, for the most part.
While it is frustrating that few believe that Brunel Irekes and I
have no relationship, I have been doing well. They informed the
woman, whose name was not coming to them right then.
Then why have the Irekes come to this months charity ball?
She asked.
If I am honest, I do not quite know myself, Unlike the heroes,
rich people did not have any laws protecting them from criticism,
They did not RSVP.
Oh, really? Youd think of all people they would.
Well, I am quite grateful for their attendance. Hopefully,
hopefully the Irekes were there not for Faux-Melody but to discuss a
partnership with Der Verde.
And what-
Taco, Taco, any chance I could get a report on what this
months charity ball funds will go to? Another reporter cut in, rather
rudely.
Of course. Today we are raising money for another round of
reinforcements on the citys less central buildings. While we have
reinforced walls on government buildings, todays earnings will go
towards ensuring civilians are safe in their homes and workplaces. It
was a scripted response, naturally, but that did not make it any less true.
How many homes do you think we can expect to be reinforced
from the funds?
That deeply depends on how much we raise this year. Simply
through VIP ticket sales, we will be able to reinforce two apartment
complexes, the locations of which we are still picking out. Taco had
already decided that the complex where Melody was injured would be
reinforced as it was reconstructed.
Wonderful! Well all be looking forward to an update, then.
Who do we have in attendance at todays event. Well, considering that
the event was public and free, Taco had no idea.
Well, quite a lot of people, Which was fairly obvious from
the packed ballroom, We received approximately two hundred RSVPs
from the charity balls usual visitors, and simply at the door we
received quite a few new faces. Namely, Mr. and Mrs. Irekes.
Any new faces you recognize?
Well, yes. Eden and Petr Irekes both came to our ball tonight.
Taco admitted. The reporter smiled, grinning as though Taco had just
fallen into a trap. Which, of course, they were beginning to suspect they
had.
And what-
-Taco, man, you didnt tell me these things had a chocolate
fountain. What was Emilio doing at the charity ball? Why had he seen
fit to interrupt the reporter?
Ah, cut! The reporter called, wandering off to look for
another person to bother and leaving Taco alone with their least favorite
roommate.
I was not aware that you were attending. Taco noted, dusting
off their vest and attempting to regain their composure from the shock.
Well, I did! Decided to surprise you, yknow? It seemed
obvious to come now that were roommates. I mean- its practically
required that we party out together. Party out? Taco wasnt sure that
the charity ball was designed to party out.
Ah. Well, I am quite surprised.
Thats good! Was it? The chocolate fountain though, man. If
youd advertised that on your city-wide invitations I wouldve come
here a lot sooner. Was it actually a selling point, then? Taco had been
advised not to advertise the food.
Well, you are here now.
That I am. Hey- did you see the Irekes folks here? I never
thought Id party with the Irekes! Nor had Taco, yet there they both
were, Anyways , do you know where the punch is? Emilio
emphasized the word punch with large air quotation marks.
We dont have punch, Taco gently informed him, But we
have a lovely selection of lemonade, coffee, tea, and water over on that
table.
Oh no, man, not that stuff! Emilio laughed, I mean wheres
the alcohol? The alcohol?
This- this is a public event. Taco spluttered.
Yeah?
Children could walk in here? They could not have alcohol at
an event that children would attend, it would be incredibly
irresponsible. Not many children actually attended the monthly charity
balls, but the point still stood.
Oh. Well what are we supposed to do, then? Had Emilio
never attended a party that did not include drinking.
Light dancing? Conversation? You could listen to the live
music? They did not quite have the budget for a live orchestra or
quartered, but they had found that the university jazz band was quite
willing to work for food.
But thats boring? Alcohols where the real fun is. Any cool
substances? Cool substances? Was Emilio referring to drugs?
Emilio, I had an anti-drug convention just two years ago.
Yeah, alright, Emilio sighed, I figured you wouldnt, He
paused for a moment, and Taco nearly thought he was done speaking.
They were wrong, of course, Hey, what do you think the chances are
that Optokinesis is here right now?
Next to none? Optokinesis civilian persona was more
mysterious than their hero one, on account of no-one knowing who they
were.
Do you know that for sure? Whatre the chances I could shake
hands with them here and never even know it?
None, if you do not shake hands with anyone.
Oh my Core. Emilios face lit up in a way that made Tacos
stomach squirm.
Thats a great idea! Ill just have to shake hands with
everyone.
Thats not what I-
Hello there, fine person. My names Emilio. He stared with
the closest available person, who seemed quite miffed to be interrupted
in the middle of their own conversation. Taco sighed.
Hello again, Taco, Taco turned to face Eden Irekes, who they
had not noticed approaching, I have been meaning to talk to you about
some things. Namely, my son.
Brunel Irekes? What was with people and thinking that they
and Brunel Irekes had some sort of affair?
Yes. I hear that you two are considering some sort of
partnership? I must admit, I have not received all the information.
Eden Irekes said. Suddenly, Taco needed a very convincing excuse for
why Brunel Irekes had met up with them.
Ah. Hes going to be making a speech at the anti-dueling
convention in March, Taco lied, Im surprised he didnt tell you
himself.
The anti-dueling convention? Eden Irekes asked, surprised,
Didnt you meet with him before he was challenged to a duel.
Well, yes, Taco admitted, recalculating in their mind, We
hadnt prepared for that, but it will be nice to have someone with
experience in duels give a speech against them.
I suppose that makes sense. Eden Irekes admitted, What
kind of compensation has been discussed? Compensation? Did Eden
Irekes seriously believe that the city of Der Verde was going to be able
to afford giving money to the Irekes Foundation.
Well, we will be paying the image fee, of course. That. Taco
had forgotten that Brunel Irekes was technically a trademarked name,
but other compensation has not been discussed. What did you have in
mind?
Well, Eden Irekes began with a smirk, Ive always wanted
to get into the grocery business, The Irekes Foundation wanted to get
into the grocery business, I know you cannot lower the prices of the
actual goods, but I was hoping youd be willing to decrease the export
fees for the Irekes Foundation.
For a speech? No offense to Eden Irekes, but Taco thought
that was a little excessive.
Of course, my foundation would be more than willing to
donate enough money to fully reinforce every since building in the
city. Every single building?
Every single building? What were they even holding the
charity ball for, then?
Every single building that hasnt previously been reinforced,
Eden Irekes confirmed, My father is a very prestigious architect, and
his construction partnerships could get it done very easily.
Why? Even if the Irekes Foundation didnt have to go
through the trouble of outsourcing, material and labor costs were sure
to exceed the projected benefits of a tax reduction.
Lets just say that I believe our deal will have long-lasting
benefits for everyone. Eden Irekes informed them. Taco nodded. If the
Irekes Foundation found their way into the grocery industry, they
would have companies in nearly every essential service except water.
Water was generally the property of the city governments, though the
Irekes Foundation was notorious for rifling through government
business.
Very well. Would you be able to meet later to discuss the
creation of a contract?
Why of course. Ill have one of my assistants get in contact
with yours. eden Irekes was, of course, rich enough to have more than
one assistant. How did they all coordinate the plan and schedule? Well,
Taco didnt know, but they had always hoped to one day find out.
Wonderful. I look forward to our partnership.
As do I.
Part 13
Oh hey, Taco. Did you complete the assignment? A small
crowd had gathered outside their introductory political science class, as
everyone waited for the professor to arrive.
I did. It was a fairly ridiculous question. Taco always
completed their assignments, yet Marco always asked.
Cool! Loriel and I were just talking about where we plan to go
after college. I guess you dont have that problem, though.
No. Taco was going to be a hero until the day they were
forced to retire, and then they were going to assist future heroes until
the day they died.
Core, I cant imagine what thats like, Loriel admitted, I
mean- Id love to work in the hero office but Ive still got to get hired,
you know?
Ive still got another five years of schooling after this to
become a lawyer and thats if I can pass the entrance exam. Another
student complained.
Man- I dont even know what I want to do, Marco sighed, I
just thought this degree was interesting.
And we have another future political science professor!
Loriel laughed, Dont you know youre supposed to know what you
want to do with a degree before you declare it?
Ill have you know that both of my parents only figured out
what they wanted to do with their degree at a career festival in their
junior year. Marco countered.
And what do your parents do?
My father works in the hero tower, He began. Loriel raised a
careful eyebrow, ...and my dads an economics teacher.
Lo and behold, I am correct again, She turned to Kay, What
about you, Kay? Ive seen you wandering around the business floor, are
you dual-majoring?
No. Im just going to be a commercial lawyer, and I want to
meet potential clients. Kay answered easily.
Is everyone else in this class actually going to get a degree in
political science? Im just here for my gen ed reqs.
Nah, man, me too. Its crazy hearing everyone talk about what
theyre gonna do while Im sittin over here undeclared.
Wh- Undeclared? Loriel asked, turning to the two students
Taco didnt recognize, Why are you even in college, then?
Believe it or not, even entry-level jobs are asking for some
college degree or another, They informed her, I figured a Bachelors
would be more competitive than an Associates.
Hey, arent commercial lawyers and heroes practically the
same thing? Marco asked Kay, You and Taco should hang out
sometime. Kay laughed.
I am not a commercial lawyer. Taco said sternly, I dont
have to dispute commercial rights, for one thing. Thats the job of the
employees of the hero tower.
Yeah, yeah, but youve still gotta know all that stuff in order
to make and sell merchandise, right?
No. All my merchandise is designed by professionals, and
then sold by others. It was a common misconception, but it still got on
Tacos nerves.
Well then why are you taking marketing? Kay asked.
I need to advertise my products. Even if other people design,
produce, and sell the merchandise I have to be the face of our hero
office. Taco explained. Even though Melody was more so the face of
the hero office, Taco had a lot of work to do.
Ah, so youre the advertisements. Kay concluded.
Political science is so that you can make laws that dont piss
people off, right? Loriel asked.
Well, yes, and to ensure those laws are optimal for creating a
better Der Verde. That was their main goal, actually. Taco wanted to
make the very best decisions they could, and that meant being well-
informed.
Dont you already learn all of that on the job? Marco asked.
No. I learn quite a few things, but not everyone. Thats why
Im here. Id like to get an official degree and be taught by
professionals. Taco cared deeply for Melody, but while she was
technically a professional hero she was far from professional in the
traditional sense.
Understandable. Loriel at last seemed pleased by Tacos
answer.
Alright, guys. You can come into class. Their professor
opened the door, letting the students inside, Are you all prepared to
give your presentations today? Taco straightened their notes and
double-checked their slideshow as they walked in.
Yes. The rest of the class responded with overlapping
murmurs of agreement.
Wonderful! Mx. Quartez, would you like to go first? The
professor turned to Sawyer, who grinned and stood up.
Of course! They displayed their first slide in front of the
class, Today Id like to tell you all why you should purchase a Quartez
Firecracker. Sawyer continued their presentation as the rest of the
class took notes. Taco mentally noted that while Sawyer was
particularly skilled at connecting to the consumers emotionally, they
seemed to lack any actual facts about their product. That wasnt
necessarily a bad thing, but it could certainly be a turn off for some
people. Namely: Taco themself.
Taco, would you like to go next?”’ The professor asked. Taco
took a deep breath, hoping that it was unnoticable.
Yes. They stood and approached the front of the class, Good
evening, everyone. Now- has anyone here ever heard of Taco's Fine
Vegetable Slider? They watched as a few people shook their heads,
No, I didnt think so. A shame. You see, Tacos Fine Vegetable Slicer
is the vegetable slicer that youve always needed in your life, and if you
think that you dont need a vegetable slicer, youre dead wrong. Tacos
Fine Vegetable Slicer will make your chopped vegetable dreams come
true. No more need to worry if youll accidentally slice your finger, no
more need to worry about the proportions. Tacos Fine Vegetable Slider
will make meals at home so much easier. The class seemed to be
responding well, so Taco deemed it safe to enter the informational
section.
Tacos Fine Vegetable Slicer can be adjusted to cut vegetables
into cubes, into slices, into rectangles! You can adjust the size of each
of these between a quarter of an inch and two inches, with the amazing
capability of cutting through even the toughest squash. Tacos Fine
Vegetable Slider saves an average of five minutes per meal, simply
because of all that precious time wasted on cutting your vegetables!
The professor hummed and made a note on their paper.
So if you find yourself wasting time cooking homemade meals
by improperly cutting vegetables, you should go out and purchase
yourself Tacos Fine Vegetable Slicer. Did you know that, on average,
five percent of every vegetable is wasted by improper slicing? Tacos
Fine Vegetable Slicer lowers that to just one percent. Say goodbye to
waste and hello to savings with Tacos Fine Vegetable Slicer.
Thank you, Taco, I think that will be all. The professor
informed them, taking the slideshow down. Taco glanced over at the
professor, though they couldnt make out his eyes through the glazed
glasses he wore.
Thank you. Taco might have been wrong, but they thought
they detected the slightest bit of disappointment in their professors
voice. Had their presentation been that bad? Would they have to retest?
They asked Sawyer about it after class.
Will you have to retest? Sawyer repeated in disbelief, No,
you wont have to retest! Your final presentation was great! It just I
dunno, I guess it wasnt very Taco. Not very Taco?
What could be more me than myself? Taco asked.
No, I mean- like- your brand, you know? Oh. Sawyer did
have a point, You dont really talk like that in your advertisements, or
even in your speeches, so it startled some people.
Ah. Taco had not been aware that their personal brand would
affect their marketing class brand, but perhaps they ought to have
guessed.
Yeah. I wasnt quite so startled since, yknow, were
roommates and Ive heard you practicing that speech, Sawyer had
what? It was well-executed, though, so I dont think you have to
worry.
Thank you. Taco was going to worry anyway, though. Their
emergency contact began beeping.
Oh, you've gotta go. Sawyer noted, nodding toward the
flashing light. Taco hummed and quickly transformed, teleporting in
the direction of the signal.
Part 14
Faux-Melody was already there when they arrived at the scene,
just like Melody would have been. Cacophony appeared to be working
alone, wreaking havoc on one of the few buildings that hadnt been
reinforced quite yet. Approximately two thousand people lived in that
building alone, as Taco knew from just a glance at its massive height.
Get the civilians. Faux-Melody ordered. Taco nodded and
made their way to the building, quickly checking each apartment and
leading each civilian to safety.
Cacophony was attacking at a better- or worse, they supposed-
time of the day than before. More civilians had just gotten back from
their jobs and were preparing for bed or making dinner. They simply
were not prepared for the building to start collapsing around them- and
for their ears to start bleeding from Cacophonys power.
Line up quickly and quietly! Get people away from the upper
floors first! Taco directed, leading a panicked crowd through a narrow
hallway, I will teleport all of the injured out of the building, but I need
every able-bodied citizen to get themselves out. You! Tacto pointed at
a couple that looked particularly responsible.
Y-yes? One of them asked.
I want you two to go and check all of these apartments one
last time to ensure that no civilians are still there. Once you are done,
meet me on the fifteenth floor and I will teleport you out.
Of course! Delegating tasks to civilians was one of Tacos
least favorite things to do, but it was incredibly important to do so when
trying to get that many people out of a building quickly. With the way
Cacophony had been improving her powers, it was likely that they only
had five minutes or so until the whole building came tumbling down
and the civilians left inside were crushed.
Hey, is anyone here? They continued moving down the
building, getting as many civilians out as possible. It was quite clear
that the residents of that particular building had not kept up with their
exit drills. Taco would have to renew their campaign regarding civilian
safety later.
Taco! Weve checked the building and ordered out everyone
else! The couple was already waiting for them on floor fifteen. Taco
smiled.
Wonderful work, thank you. They teleported the two people
out and returned to the building, giving the entire thing one last sweep.
Buildings really shouldnt be that tall, ever. Overpopulation had
made their building codes much looser, and Der Verde could not afford
to lose the tax revenue that came from having one of the largest
populations in the world. Having buildings so tall, though, meant that
they were much more precarious and prone to villain attacks. Having
buildings so tall meant that there were a lot more people to save when
just a single building was targeted. Taco was just glad that the
apartment building wasnt one of those towards the center of the city,
which tended to house upwards of four thousand citizens.
Melody! Taco shouted, teleporting to where Faux-Melody
was valiantly fighting Cacophony. Faux-Melody had yet to quite grasp
on Melodys power, meaning that he didnt conveniently have mind-
control at his disposal.
Im handling it. As promised, Faux-Melody very quickly
flipped Cacophony over and then stood on her stomach, Anything to
say?
Go to sleep. Taco jolted at the new voice. Subcortical had
arrived on the scene, and they hadnt even noticed. He activated his
power, knocking both Faux-Melody and Cacophony out.
You- They teleported to the villain.
You, too. Taco very suddenly found themself on the ground,
a dull throbbing in their head. Taco blearily caught sight of lights in the
distance before the black spots on the edges of their vision began taking
over and they passed out into a deep sleep.
Part 15
Oh, I think theyre waking up.
Ill go fetch the family.
Taco opened their eyes, only to quickly close them again. Had
the world always been so bright? They didnt think so. That alone was
enough for Taco to attempt opening their eyes once more, though they
had to squint.
Huh? Faint dark shapes hovered in front of them, though they
couldnt make out any details. Were those people or objects? One of
them moved. Probably living, then.
Welcome to the realm of the living, love. That was definitely
a voice, and it was even a mildly familiar voice. Taco took a moment to
check on their limbs, realizing that they were lying down. They likely
ought to have recognized that sooner.
Hey Taco, howre you doing? Alright, that voice was
definitely familiar. It wasnt exactly associated with positive thoughts
though. Taco racked their brain for a name or face to match the voice.
Optokinesis? What would Optokinesis be doing there above Taco?
Hadnt Optokinesis retired?
Wh- They tried sitting gup, only for hands to quickly catch
their shoulders.
Hey, hey, relax. Calm down. The second voice urged them.
Their heart rates going up. The first one noted. Heart rate?
Was Taco in a hospital? Why would they be in a hospital?
Hey, Taco, Im gonna need you to calm down for me, okay.
Taco attempted to shrug the hands off of their shoulders, slightly off-
put by the touch. They blinked their eyes a couple of times, trying to
get a better look at the two figures. When that didnt work, Taco
attempted to bring their arms up to rub their eyes only for a strong hand
to pull their right arm down.
Shit. Theyve displaced the IV. The first speakers voice held
a little more fear, that time. Had Taco caused that?
Shouldnt you like- sedate them or something?
Not with the IV out of place, that might be dangerous. Im
going to need to take this one out and replace it.
Well- Taco flopped back down onto their back, tuning out
the voices and letting their eyelids droop. Struggling was difficult,
anyway. If they were really in a hospital then they needed to stay as
calm as possible to make it easier for the workers. It was not
uncommon to get injured in a villain battle, though Taco rarely found
themself so disoriented.
I think- The voices were dimming, and Taco couldnt quite
make out their words through the faint static.
That was fine, though. Taco had been a bit deaf for a while
now. They let their muscles loosen and closed their eyes once more.
Part 16
Hey, are you actually awake this time? Taco opened their
eyes. They were in a hospital, and Brunel Irekes was sitting on a chair
beside them.
I think so? Had they woken up before.
Thats good. Well, it at least meant that they hadnt gone into
a come, You got a pretty bad concussion in your last fight. Brunel
Irekes informed them. Taco blinked, trying to think back to their last
fight.
Cacophony?
Yeah. How had Cacophony given them a concussion?
Wasnt ear damage more their style? Memories of Subcortical showing
up when Cacophony had barely been captured flooded their mind. He
had knocked them out? Without using his power, too.
They got away. Taco realized with a frown. How had they let
the villains get away again? Cacophony had been so close, and yet she
got away.
They did. Apparently, Brunel Irekes hadnt miraculously
woken up from Subcorticals power and captured the two on his own,
How are you feeling?
Not great. Taco brought their hand up to their head, which
was still throbbing How long was I out?
Oh, nothing too bad, just ten minutes or so. Ten minutes or
so? Why were they in a hospital, then? The trouble is, then you
thrashed around and passed out again. They ended up taking you to the
hospital because they didnt want you to get permanent brain damage,
or cause harm to the people around you.
Cause harm to the people around me? Taco inquired.
Hey, I wasnt exactly awake either, Brunel Irekes said with a
shrug, They just called me here because Melody cant leave her bed
and technically Im your emergency contact. He was?
You are? They did not remember that in the contract.
Yeah, it certainly wasnt in the contract. Something about bad
assistants and fighting crime and all. The doctors pretty much made the
call on their own. Oh. Wel, while it was nice of the doctors to prevent
Tacos assistant from being their emergency contact, they werent sure
if Brunel Irekes was much better.
How long have you been…” They trailed off, not entirely sure
how to phrase their question.
Well, youve been in this bed for about twelve hours. I woke
up after fifteen minutes, since Subcortical transformed or whatever, and
Ive been here since. Twelve hours? Taco had missed their morning
class.
Shit.
Hey! Brunel Irekes scolded, I thought you were family
friendly.
I missed a class. Taco informed him.
Shit.
Melody is by far the more family-friendly of the two of us.
Tacos job was to ensure that all the old mathematicians in the audience
knew all the facts about different laws, charities, and battles. They did
not target their speeches to kids, though their name appealed to a
younger audience.
For your information, Im not exactly Melody. Brunel Irekes
said matter-of-factly. Taco suppressed a sigh. Brunel Irekes was not
Melody, not in the ways that counted.
How is she? They asked.
Pissed, mostly, Why would Melody be mad? They arent
letting her out of bed except for some pretty basic exercises, so she isnt
allowed to come into your room and see you.
Why would she want to see me sleep? Taco was generally
much better company when they were awake. Brunel Irekes shrugged.
If I know, man. Something about subliminal messaging.
Pardon, subliminal what? Taoc made a face, and Brunel Irekes grinned,
Hey, hey, kidding! She seemed pretty worried, actually especially
after she found out about your violent sleepwalking or whatever.
Yes, that would worry her. If Taco attacked people while
they were passed out, it would reflect remarkably poorly on the hero
community.
Whyd you become a hero, anyways? Brunel Irekes asked
suddenly.
You do realize that I just woke up after getting a
concussion? It probably was not the best time to answer questions
about their motivations. Taco racked their brain for the scripted
response that they knew existed. They couldnt find it.
I do. I figure its the best time to ask you, actually. When your
walls are down. Well. That wasnt very considerate.
Clearly you dont care about my privacy.
Im serious, though, Brunel Irekes leaned forward in his
chair, I mean, sure Melody took you off the streets and all, but she
never formally adopted you. Youre an adult now, anyway. Whats the
worst she can do?
Cant just not be a hero. Taco pointed out.
But you can! Ive done some digging and it turns out that as
long as youre an adult you can just quit the hero business whenever
you want to- without any guardian permission or anything. I was
curious after Optokinesis retired, and the clause is in literally every
hero contract. Every hero contract? Well, except min, I suppose, but
mines got a time limit.
I…” Taco had never been told that, had they? Actually, they
were not sure they had even seen their hero contract since they had first
signed it at the age of four.
So, if you can leave anytime, why havent you? Its fairly
obvious that you dont enjoy the work.
I enjoy the work, Taco declared, I like spreadsheets.
Right, the spreadsheets, Brunel Irekes rolled his eyes,
Everyones favorite part of the hero work, if you like them, why dont
you just work as an assistant or something? A general manager? Why
do you go out and protect the people of Der Verde?
They need protection. There were three rather powerful
villains in Der Verde and only two heroes to stop them.
But do you need to protect them? Why cant they just find
somebody else who actually wants to be a hero and give them the job?
Do you really think I dont like my job? Taco asked. They
liked plenty of things about being a hero, or at least they thought they
did. Things which, when they actually thought about them, sort-of gave
Taco an uncomfortable headache.
Taco, your favorite part of hero work is spreadsheets. Brunel
Irekes said bluntly, Do you even like fighting?
...no. Not really. Not really meaning never. Taco didnt like
the fearful look in peoples eyes as they were led to safety. They didnt
like the high number of casualties that Cacophonys power had caused
in the early days of their heroic career. They didnt like punching
people, or the sound that it made, and teleporting always left them
queasy.
So just quit. Theres gotta be plenty of people willing to
become heroes and beat people up for a living.
I cant train them. Not now. Not for another four years.
Between heroism and university, Taco hardly had much time for
anything, much less taking on an apprentice.
No, but I could. Really? Brunel Irekes? He only had the
basics of Melodys power under his belt.
Why dont you just take my place, then?
Oh absolutely not. Ive done enough hero work to last a
lifetime. A lifetime? That was a pretty long time. Or maybe it was not,
considering the nature of hero work.
How would you be able to train them, then?
Oh simply, really. Most magic stuff people just gotta figure
out as they go, and I could easily teach them martial arts. I bet Livd be
willing to help out.
Liv? Who was Liv?
Your assistant? Oh, that was Liv, Well, I suppose youve
only had her around for a couple of months. Shes nice, though. Nicer
than your last ones.
What do you know about my past assistants? As far as Taco
knew, nothing regarding their statuses had been released to the public.
Nothing, nothing! Just that their contracts terminated a little
earlier than anyone was expecting. Well, of course. They had all been
fired.
Good.
So why dont you?
Stop being a hero! Brunel Irekes sounded a bit exasperated,
You obviously dont like it, and there are tons of people who would
kill to have your job. Why dont you just find a successor and retire
early?
I am not Optokinesis. Optokinesis had retired early and Taco
would never forgive them for it.
No, youre not. Youve been a hero for fourteen years now,
Taco. Youre entitled to quit any time youd like! Youve gotten a lot
done and will leave behind other people who will get things done rather
than a couple of villains who say theyre sorry. Taco chuckled at that.
If Carcinoid ever approached them and apologized, they would
probably attempt to put her behind bars.
I will think about it. Taco was beginning to feel rather tired,
despite the fact that they had apparently been sleeping on-and-off for
the past twelve hours.
Try to get some rest. Thats good for concussions, isnt it?
Yeah…” Their voice trailed off as Brunel Irekes leaned back
into his seat. Taco closed their eyes and let unconsciousness wash over
them once more.
Part 17
When Taco woke up once more, the room was empty. Taco
carefully sat up in the hospital bed and winced as the world became
slightly blurrier. The door carefully slid open.
Oh, youre awake. The nurse remarked, wheeling in a small
cart, Well, thats good. Ive brought you some food and water in case
youd be in need of it. Water? Come to think of it, Taco was feeling
rather thirsty.
Yes, please. The cart found its way beside their bed, and
Taco quickly took the glass of water.
Now, be careful. I know youre thirsty, but you probably cant
handle downing it all at once. Taco nodded at the nurses words and
took a small sip of water. The cold liquid made its way down their sore
threat, and it took considerable effort not to chug the rest then and
there.
How long have I been here? They asked once the glass was
empty, setting it back down on the cart.
Oh, nearly a day. Lets see…” The nurse glanced at their
watch, Twenty-five hours.
Oh. Taco had missed their classes for the day. The nurse
seemed to recognize their distress.
Worry not, your professors were notified of your absence.
They said with a smile, And your assignments have been emailed to
your school address. Okay, that was good. At the very least Taco
wouldnt have to personally approach the professors and ask for their
assignments.
Thank you.
Ah, it wasnt me, The nurse said with a small smile,
Obviously. They looked down at Taco, Are you going to eat
anything?
I suppose. Though, hospital food sounded really unappetizing
at the moment. Taco could only hope that what had been prepared
would fit their diet, or at the very least that their assistant would be
forgiving. They carefully munched on a piece of spinach.
As soon as you feel capable of getting up, Id advise visiting
Melody. Shes been quite eager to see you, as one would expect.
Melody was still on bed rest, wasnt she?
Shall we go now? Taco asked, standing up and steadying
themself on the bed.
I guess so. Are you sure youd be up to it? The nurse was
concerned, and for good reason. Taco felt their head lightly pound as
they waved them off.
I will be alright.
Well…” The nurse hesitated, Alright, then. I guess so. Taco
followed the nurse out of the room and towards Melodys door, trying
not to stumble or clutch onto the walls as they went. When the two
came to the familiar door, Taco was able to regain their balance enough
to open it themself.
Hello. Taco greeted Melody, who very quickly looked up and
threw down the book she was reading.
Taco! She opened her arms wide in the air, Come here,
come here. How have you been? Taco stumbled over to Melodys bed
and hugged their mentor.
I have been better. Taco had been worse, too.
What was up with your behavior? She asked, before looking
towards the nurse, Do you know?
Not yet. The nurse said simply.
My behavior? Taco inquired. Had Taco done something
wrong, somehow?
You woke up a couple times, not that we expect you to
remember. You lashed out at those in the room Melody explained.
Lashed out?
Really, maam, The nurse began, Its perfectly normal for
some-
Four times in total, Melody continued heedlessly, and once
while you were being taken off of the field. Meaning: where people
could see you. Do you know how much that tarnishes our reputation?
I apologize. Taco did know how much improper conduct
could tarnish their heroic reputation.
How did you even manage to get caught by Subcortical, out
of all of them? Melody asked.
I failed to maintain adequate spatial awareness. As
teleporting often left them dizzy, it was hard to remain focused
immediately afterward.
Youll need to work on your teleportation skills. Melody
knew, as she always knew.
Of course. Taco would have to train in the warehouse,
potentially while Brunel Irekes was working on his own magical skills.
Well, Im glad youre alive and well, at least. Maybe throw
some extra combat training in there. Melody instructed. Yes, Taco was
growing a bit slopping in combat due to their focus on rescuing
civilians. With Faux-Melody, the city couldnt afford to have only one
hero on offense.
Thank you. Taco nodded, making a note to tell their
personal assistant to fit training into the schedule.
Of course. Where would you be without your old mentor?
Now, dont forget me while youre out there doing good.
I wont. Taco said, nodding again. They probably couldnt
forget Melody even if they wanted to. Why are you a hero? Taco
could not help the words that fell out of their mouth. Perhaps they
needed more verbal training, as well. Melody blinked in surprise.
Well, I suppose I just am. She laughed, Ive been a hero for
so long, its a little hard to imagine life without getting called out of the
office at least twice a week to go beat up some villains. This situation
has certainly given me some insight on how boring retirement will be.
But Why did you become a hero? How were you
convinced? Convinced was probably not the best term, but Taco didnt
really care. Melody hadnt answered their question.
I suppose I was just offered it one day. I didnt really
question it- when someone says you can become a hero, you become a
hero. Why, though? That explanation just did not make sense.
To help people, of course.
Is being a hero the only way to help people? Surely the
nurse in the room would agree that police officers and health care
workers helped just as many people.
Well, no, but its certainly one of the best?
Why? Why become a hero, though? Why, when someone
else was bound to be more eager and certain skills were more suited to
other professions? Why become a hero if it just made everyone
miserable?
Were they miserable?
Because we are the backbone of the merchandise sales that
make this city a better place. Melody said.
But I- Taco began.
Thats quite enough, thank you. Melodys sharp tone
snapped Taco out of whatever was wrong with them.
I apologize.
Listen, Taco, youre a hero because you are. You chose to
help people and you are. You wanted to make a difference and you
are. I…” Taco winced, I apologize, for my questioning. I do
enjoy assisting others.
All is forgiven, Melody waved them off, Honestly, Taco, I
dont know whats gotten into you these days. You hardly visit me,
youre falling behind on combat training, and Liv tells me youve spent
more time on spreadsheets and college assignments than doing actual
hero work. Liv? Oh, right, wasnt that their assistant?
My spreadsheets lowered the projected cost of decorations for
the convention by two percent. Taco defended. They had quite
enjoyed completing them, too. Besides, the only reason they were even
in university was because Melody insisted they have a proper degree.
Im not saying it isnt important, Im just saying thats not
your job. Melody explained, And nor is being a college student. I
ought to have considered the extra workload it would have placed on
you.
I…” Taco had actually been enjoying their university
experience, really. The crowds of fans had mostly died down by the
second semester.
I hope youd be willing to reconsider going back after the
summertime. Was Melody suggesting they drop out of college? The
idea was ludicrous. What would the civilians think?
Bu- Taco began.
Excuse me, but I do believe you need to take some mandatory
tests now, Taco. The doctor has arrived. The nurse gently opened the
door and Taco went through.
They did not say good-bye.
Part 18
In Tacos opinion, Emilio had done a terrible job of cleaning
the countertops of their common area. He had left stains, grease from a
pizza, and terrible streak marks. Unfortunately as he was not awake to
receive a rebuke, Taco pulled out the cleaning supplies and began doing
the work themself. The smell of cleaning supplies was comforting, in a
way. Are you stress cleaning? Sawyer asked, squinting as
though they could find the answer if they just looked a bit harder.
No. Taco was not stressed, they were just cleaning.
Yeah that looks like stress cleaning to me, buddy. Sawyer
pulled over one of the dining chairs and sat in it backwards, Whats
going on.
Nothing? Taco feigned ignorance, even though they really
did not have to feign anything at all because there was nothing going
on. Really? Sawyer raised an eyebrow and Taco was reminded
of Melody. They scrubbed the countertop a little harder. You got a
concussion the day before yesterday, didnt you? I mean- that was why
you couldnt come to the dorm last night.
I did.
Has that got anything to do with this? What this was
Sawyer referring to? Taco wasnt stressed.
I suppose so. If Sawyer was expecting an answer, it was
unlikely they would give up without receiving one. Taco had seen very
similar patterns of behavior in the reporters they had dealt with over the
years. Considering Sawyer was hoping to go into political journalism,
Taco really should not have been surprised.
Did you have a bad dream, or something?
No. As far as Taco was aware, they had not dreamt at all
while they were knocked out.
Did Melody scold you? Sawyer continued. Taco froze, Oh
Core. She did, didnt she? What did she say?
No, Then, because Taco had remembered that Sawyer would
likely ask them to room again next year, they added, She wants me to
drop out.
Oh.
The workload just has not matched my hero schedule, and
I need to do more training exercises. As much as Taco disliked
training exercises, they knew practice was essential for a good hero.
Damn. Sawyer leaned forward a bit, testing the chairs
craftsmanship, Do you think it messes with your work?
...No. Sure, Taco had to reschedule a few things, but they
always had to reschedule a few things in the hero tower. That was just a
part of life. Taco had completed their assignments in a timely manner,
kept up with and exceeded their paperwork quotas, and had experienced
zero civilian casualties. All in all they thought they were doing pretty
good in life.
Why does she really want you to quit, then? Sawyer asked
as Taco squeezed out theri sponge.
I asked why she became a hero.
And?
To help people. It had been a pathetic answer, really. Even
Melodys scripted response was far better.
Well, thats nice.
Thats the problem, though, Taco said with a scowl, I am
putting together an anti-dueling convention when thats basically all
this is. Heroes and villains going at each other's throats except one party
gets to make laws and speeches.
There are civilians involved, you know? Sawyer pointed
out. But there would not be if not for her. We only had one villain
before she got into the business, and they were actually fairly friendly
with the heroes. Core, he even attended one of their conventions and
gave a speech against drug usage. It was not until Melody went public
that other villains started popping up.
How do you know theyre her fault, exactly? Sawyer asked.
Taco faltered. That It was restricted information. They could not tell
the story of how Melody misplaced two magical objects to anyone
outside of Melody- not even assistants could know.
...I just do. Hopefully Sawyer would understand.
Alright, so she goes in and all the villains jump on top of her.
How do heroes get selected again?
By magical potential, Taco explained, Its hereditary, and
the more you use the more you pass on to your kids, so virtually all
heroes are at least second generation. Melodys father had been a hero,
and so had her grandfather, and hence she was set from the start.
Okay, so theres a bit of nepotism. Melody gets in, beats up
the bad guys she brought with her, gives the speeches her assistant
writes, and then gets a vote on the Heroic Council. Who says that her
votes aren the best.
Me. Melody voted for reconstructive architecture last year,
remember?
Oh. Sawyer frowned, Yeah, that was pretty bad.
It would have been understandable if it was the popular vote,
because Melody is supposed to represent the will of the people of Der
Verde. Im supposed to represent the will of the people of Der Verde
and I…” Tacos voice trailed off.
You dont. Youre just one person, and we dont have any
kind of hive mind stuff going on. Thats perfectly normal.
Is it? The average person does not have any say in what laws
are passed, save for their influence on approval ratings. Approval
ratings are based on merchandise sales, so only those who can afford
merchandise have a say and its a remarkably small sway. Perhaps
Taco had gone a little too far down the questioning heroism line of
questions, but it had revealed a lot of problems Taco had simply
ignored before.
Whos to say wed be any better, though? I mean- the hero
system has worked out so far and civilians are pretty stupid, if you
hadnt noticed.
Has the hero system worked, though. Very few are actually
happy, they are just not allowed to slander the heroes.
Im not allowed to slander the heroes, Sawyer reminded
them, Particularly in front of a hero.
That is fine, I suppose. Taco sighed, I just do not know if
our system really works or not. I do not know why I am even a hero, if
heroes just make things worse. Even if heroes make things better, I do
not know why it is the path I am on. I dont even like punching things.
You dont? Sawyer asked. Taco shook their head, Well
why are you a hero, then?
I dont know. Thats the whole point, Sawyer, I dont know.
Taco threw the sponge onto the counter as if proving a point, I am
frankly terrified that the only reason I decided to be a hero is because
Melody found some little four-year-old on the street and taught them
that being a hero was their only option.
It-
I know, I know, Taco waved Sawyer off, picking up the
sponge, The Keeper probably said I had magical potential. At least one
of my parents or grandparents had a magical object for some period of
time, probably as a villain. I just…” Taco sighed, I just want to do
something I like doing, you know? And what if that isnt heroism?
Then it isnt. Sawyer stood up and moved closer to Taco,
Then it isnt. Theres probably some release clause in your contract.
You dont have to be a hero, Taco.
But Taco is- Tacos words came to a stop as Sawyer placed
their hands on Tacos shoulders.
You dont have to be a hero, Taco, They repeated, You
dont. I know its not the same, but my parents totally wanted me to be
a doctor. They were both doctors, but I Can't stand the sight of blood.
So Im going to be a journalist one day because its what I want to do,
not because anyone else told me that I should.
But-
Nope. I even took one of those little career assessments that
looks at what you're good at and it told me I should be a biologist. It
doesnt matter what youre good at, Taco. What matters is what makes
you happy. You dont have to be a hero.
Shed know. No matter what they did, Melody would find
out. If not immediately, then eventually. Taco did not want to imagine
the look of disappointment on Melodys face if they told her that being
a hero wasnt for them.
She would. Is that something youre okay with? Sawyer
asked. Would Taco be okay with basically abandoning the only family
they had ever known?
I.. dont know. Probably not. Taco had once brought up the
idea of quitting heroism at dinner, back when they were in middle years
at academy. Melody had just laughed and passed them more
merchandise to sign.
Well then figure it out. Figure it out? Taco wished it were
that easy, Youve got time to decide this, Taco. Its your life. Figure
out what works best for you and where you want to go. Thats what
college is for, isnt it?
I think they say that about your upper years, too. Taco
pointed out. Sawyer waved them off.
Yeah, yeah, and they say that about when youre middle
aged. You just gotta promise that youll actually think about it, not just
accept whatever comes your way and think that things are never going
to change. Think that things were never going to change? When had
Taco ever thought-
Oh.
Well, maybe they had. Maybe Taco had thought, for a large
portion of their life so far, that they were going to be a hero forever.
That thought did not make them happy, though, not in the same way it
seemed to make Melody.
Things will change. Even if Taco could not fully step down
from being a hero, they were going to start doing things that they
actually liked to do. If that meant doing their assistants spreadsheets,
then so be it. They liked spreadsheets.
Thats the spirit! Sawyer mock-cheered, Now, would you
be so kind as to move over so I can get to the kettle? Taco politely
moved out of the way. Many thanks.
Taco put away the cleaning supplies and went back into their
room. They still had assignments to complete, afterall. Particularly
since they were going to be heading back to the University of Der
Verde the next year.
Was Sawyer their friend?
Taco was not sure. They had only held minimal conversations
in the morning, and Taco was not even sure what Sawyers favorite
color was. Yet, they had most certainly shared a moment. Or maybe
only Taco had shared a moment. Vulnerability had to be a two-way
street, as Taco had read.
They did not really have much experience in the matter, so
they would have to trust the books.
Part 19
Taco, Ms. Cantana would like to speak with you. At the
sound of their assistants voice, Taco looked up from their desk.
Harmony? Why did Harmony want to see them? What was
she even doing in the hero office?
As quickly as possible, in her own words. Tacos assistant
elaborated.
Very well then. Of course, Taco had not forgotten that their
assistant had informed Melody about Tacos spreadsheets. They were
still a bit sore about that, really, but assistants were far and few
between, and they had been one of the better ones.
Ah! Taco! Youre here! Harmony entered the room and sat
down. I am.
Great! You see, I have much to discuss with you. Liv,
privately if youd please? Harmony turned to Tacos assistant, who
stepped out of the room.
What would you like to talk to me about, Harmony? Taco
asked, still wholly confused as to the subject of their conversation.
I think Ive found a breakthrough in the identities of the
villains.
What?
Yeah! Harmony grinned, I wanted to run it by you, but my
people are already conducting more extensive investigations of the
suspects. We havent taken anyone in, but weve narrowed it down to a
list of three for each villain. Three? Did Harmony mean to tell them
that by interviewing and investigating just nine people, she could
potentially end villainy in Der Verde?
Who? Taco asked.
See for yourself. Harmony handed Taco a manila folder,
which they quickly opened. They flipped through the suspects for
Cacophony.
Patricia Nivi, Lianne Potchuli, and Kay Everell? Taco took a
second glance at the photo, confirming that the Kay Everell in the file
was in fact the Kay who was their roommate.
Isnt it great? All of them are the right height, the right
estimated age, and havent been seen during a crime. Not even visiting
another city! Well, that certainly sounded too good to be true.
Isnt that too good to be true? They asked, still a bit in awe
by the sudden influx of information.
I know it looks that way to you, since you havent been
deeply involved in the investigation and all, but look. Harmony picked
up Kays photo, This one had bought tickets to visit Sol Undre during
one of the attacks so wrote her off, only to later discover that she didnt
actually use the tickets.
Huh. Well, that was odd, but it could be explained easily
enough.
She didnt even get a refund or anything. The tickets went
unused, and none of our cameras picked her up during the entire
weekend. Was she planning on that being her alibi? Getting a train
ticket for an alibi was not particularly clever, since the city kept track of
everyone who got on and off the trains, but Cacophony was not known
for being particularly clever.
Who knows?
Which is why were doing a follow-up. All of them will be
taken in for questioning sometime next week. Harmony put Kays
photo away as Taco opened the file for Dischord. Dischord was
technically the leader of the villains, so her identity was crucial for
taking the team down.
Ospir Burns, Reisha Miller, and Avery Reed. None of the
names were familiar, though that was likely a good thing.
Yup. Once again, they all match the description. Though,
were a bit cautious about those ones. Dischord's slippery, you know?
I know. Dischord was often the villain to slip out of their
restraints and save the team at the last minute, and under normal
circumstances was the only villain capable of keeping up with Melody.
So they might not pan out, but at least well cross three off.
Alright. Regardless of how many villains they took out of
the picture, even one would mean that the citizens of Der Verde could
rest a bit easier.
Part 20
It is on the second of March that the first meeting of the
Anonymous Anti-Optokinesis Club takes place. Present are two
members, who shall henceforth be referred to as T and B. Taco
rolled their eyes.
I sincerely doubt that we need codenames. They informed
Brunel Irekes, who shushed them.
Let me get into it, He hissed, Now, the first topic of our
meeting today is this: Optokinesis introduction to the world. T, what
do you have to say? Was everyone else who enjoyed finding flaws in
Optokinesis heroic style as crazy as Brunel Irekes? If so, Taco may
need to rethink their philosophies.
Well, their introduction was frankly terrible. Optokinesis had
already been introduced at the previous annual conference to the rest of
the heroes. For some reason, though, they did not want to go public
until there were actual villains to fight. It is clear that they wanted the
glory of saving people as their introduction to the public, to boost their
popularity ratings.
The fight wasnt even that great! Brunel Irekes added, It
was poorly documented on account of the lack of cameras Optokinesis
kept on their suit. In addition, all video footage from the homeowners
security systems was burned in the fire. While there were no civilian
injuries or casualties, three whole floors were reduced to ash.
Three floors. Taco echoed. It was incredible to think that
three buildings could get burned and yet not a single person got injured.
Then, the response to their introduction- oh dont get me
started!
After Optokinesis went and let three floors get burned to the
ground and the villains got away, they received much applause.
Understandably, the citizens didnt have a Sol Undran hero for several
decades, but wasnt that a little much? Taco could not possibly
imagine a crowd giving such an overwhelming response to their
speeches or battles.
Their speech wasnt even well-written. And yet, despite that,
over one million pieces of Optokinesis merchandise were pre-ordered
by their second day in the heroics business. Brunel Irekes said with a
scowl, and Taco sympathized. One million pieces of Der Verden
merchandise would nearly double the current treasury.
Now, mind you, as a hero who had attend that annual
conference where they were first introduced, every other hero had
assumed that Optokinesis would not be well-received by the public due
to their off-putting appearance. We did not anticipate that many citizens
of Sol Undra would…” Taco paused, trying to find the word that would
not make them vomit, Sexualize an eyeball. Optokinesis fanart was
the stuff of Tacos nightmares.
Remember that time when Caustel snuck in and burned down
everything in one of the merchandise factory-warehouses except the
life-size models? Brunel Irekes asked.
I do. Taco said, shivering at the memory.
I think he was just too intimidated. I mean- what kind of
human being goes out of their way to measure and exactly replicate
another human being?
They tried bringing those up as one of my merchandise lines
as soon at I turned eighteen, but I-
No, no, no, Brunel Irekes very quickly hushed them, This
is an anonymous meeting, remember? You are T.
Theres nobody here but us. Taco pointed out. Even if they
were technically in a meeting room open to all university students, no
one was going to come in uninvited.
You dont know that, T. You never know who might be
watching us. Somebody could be in here, lurking in the shadows at this
very moment. The lights were very much on in the room, and the only
shadows were those cast by the two occupants.
Somehow I doubt that.
Believe what youd like, we are always better safe than
sorry. You talked smack about Optokinesis in an elevator next to
another hero.
I know youd be willing to hear me out. Brunel Irekes
waved them off.
And how is that? Taco had actually thought they were doing
a fairly good job of masking their disdain for Optokinesis.
Listen, I watched the livestream of Optokinesis announcing
their retirement with all the other heroes to quote-on-quote back them
up. Brunel Irekes said, It was fairly obvious.
How obvious? Taco honestly could not remember what
expression they had chosen for Optokinesis declaring their retirement.
Incredibly obvious. I'm fairly certain you were glaring at
them, T.
Of course I did. They groaned. Regardless of how much
training they went through, the topic of Optokinesis always somehow
made their face pinch up as if they had eaten something sour.
To be fair, though, I think everyone knows why. Optokinesis
decision to make villains the new heroes of Sol Undra was one of the
only situations in which the general public actually reacted somewhat
normally. Well, that was good to know. At least logic was not
completely lost within the minds of the citizens of Sol Undra, Granted,
that only lasted a couple of months before they started buying
merchandise for the new heroes in bulk, too. Remember last summer
when they wanted to make a fire-breaking Egnistel toy?
Oh Core, I do. That had been a very lengthy political battle,
one which Taco could only watch. The idea had thankfully been shot
down by Egnistell himself before things got too out of hand. Well, as if
two weeks of trials were not out of hand enough.
It was so strange how easily they managed to buy over the
civilians trust. Brunel Irekes mused.
Well, when you think about it, there were actually very few
civilian injuries when they were villains. There was less public property
damage, too. I suppose people decided that they were not too bad as
villains and thus that they must have had a little bit of heroism in them
after all.
Its really Optokinesis whos the problem. Establishing three
new heroes? Everyone knows thats a political move, they just assumed
itd be fine when Optokinesis retired. We can not dismiss that they
might have had ulterior motives.
Ulterior motives? Taco queried. What had Optokinesis not
had? They had power, both politically and physically. They were
generally regarded as the strongest hero in the entire era, and they had
swarms of devoted fans. Optokinesis was well-loved and well-fought,
yet there had been something they wanted so badly that they decided to
make the villains heroes.
Do you suppose it has something to do with the Verojas
Trio? Brunel Irekes prompted, I mean- thats where the villains got
their magical objects, isnt it? Taco nodded. Nearly all modern villains
got their magical objects by agreeing to become the Verojas Trios
lackeys. Actually, come to think of it
How did they manage to get around that deal? People who
crossed the Verojas Trio were usually dead within the day, regardless
of what city they were in or how many heroes were around them.
I dont know. Maybe the villains agreed to be double
agents. Maybe Optokinesis was working with the Verojas Trio all
along. The problem is, we dont know. Maybe we never well,
especially now that Optokinesis has gone and retired.
What if Optokinesis has not really retired, though? Taco
asked, Have they gone over to the Verojas Trio officially? It would
explain a lot of things.
That might be why they retired so early. Yes, Brunel Irekes
suggestion was not on Tacos list of things.
What do you mean? It was fairly public that Optokinesis was
old when they joined? Old being about Melodys age, as heroes
generally didnt work past their mid-thirties.
Well, thats what they wanted people to think. If you analyze
Optokinesis patterns of speech, though, they pretty much talk as if
theyre our age, or somewhere near. It could have been a marketing
strategy, but I do think that there were more than a few things
Optokinesis kept from the public eye. If Optokinesis secret identity
was just some college-age kid who had both secretly worked with the
Verojas Trio and was known as one of the greatest heroes the era had
ever seen, Taco was clearly spending their time poorly.
I guess well keep that in mind if any villains our age start
popping up out of nowhere. Though, their magical object is in the
Keepers possession right now, so Optokinesis didnt take it.
Actually, it was checked out last week. Or not.
What? How did Brunel Irekes, of all people, know that?
Yup. He nodded, The Keepers been visiting me pretty
regularly to check in on my magical potential or whatever, Which did
make sense, considering that Brunel Irekes had an enormous amount of
magical potential, And last week it said that the Ring of Eyes had
recently been checked out. It wouldnt specify who or from what city,
though.
Surely the Keeper would not give a magical object to a
villain. Taco claimed.
I mean, if it thought the villain was actually one of their most
faithful heroes it might. Brunel Irekes said with a shrug.
No, no, Taco continued, The Keeper has some pretty weird
powers, and I doubt Optokinesis could fool it.
They did it once.
Then maybe Optokinesis is not with the Verojas Trio.
Perhaps it is just the villains who are.
Well, considering that Optokinesis went ahead and
recommended that they become heroes, wouldnt they have had to
communicate that with them before going forwards? Wouldnt the
Keeper have used these powers that youve mentioned to detect their
malicious thoughts?
Then…” Taco frowned, the Keeper…” They trailed off. If
the Keeper wasnt an omnipotent being, what were they? Can we, um,
change the subject?
Sure. Brunel Irekes shrugged, Hey, didnt Wrath
supposedly develop the ability to use fire without having a magical
object? Taco nodded. That bit of information was hidden from the
public, but pretty well-known in hero circles because, well, it was
important to know that it could be done, Do you think he might be the
Hand of God?
What? Absolutely not. Wrath had, though out-of-date and
shunned, been Tacos childhood hero. They had watched his videos and
just found it hard to believe that he would have ever sided with villains.
Well, the Pinnacle of the Core was burned down pretty
quickly after Wrath was supposedly relocated, and they only reported
the relocation afterwards. That cant be a coincidence. No. It
probably was not.
So Triple went in, found Wrath, and convinced him to join
their villainous plots? I find that hard to believe. Wrath had been so
heroic. He had well-written speeches, a great costume design, and
fantastic policy opinions.
I mean, he cant have liked heroes much.
No, I suppose not. Of course, at that point Wrath would
have been in custody for two years.
And, if you think about it, a lot of New Verojas new policies
are based on Wraths failed Better for Everyone Policy. Brunel Irekes
pointed out, which Taco really had not thought about. A lot of their
policies were based on the Better for Everyone Policy.
But the Verojas Trio are the bad guys. They were though,
right? Sure, the Verojas Trio were not the masterminds behind Der
Verdes own set of villains, and Der Verde was known for having some
of the most ruthless villains in the world, but the Verojas Trio had
gotten their start in drug dealing.
I mean, sure. Brunel Irekes conceded, So Wrath joined
them, hung around, and when New Verojas was formed he went up to
start killing people in Sol Undra. Then Optokinesis showed up and
joined the gang.
We still have not confirmed that Optokinesis was or is a
member of the Verojas Trio. Taco was fairly certain that they had
agreed to meet up for a session of criticizing Optokinesis, not
theorizing about villains.
Well, no. Brunel Irekes sighed, Hey do you ever think
that they were spying on the citizens of Sol Undra? I mean- their power
allowed them to form eyes, did it not? Why wouldnt they just place
inconspicuous eyes everywhere around the city to keep watch.
There is a limit to Optokinesis power. Taco pointed out,
And besides, every city uses cameras since what happened to
Verojas.
Well, yeah, but outside of the normal camera. I mean- things
that they didnt want the Keeper to see, or anyone else for that matter.
Optokinesis had a huge amount of magical potential, which we
basically never saw them use in battle. Plus, given all the pointless
speeches they made, who can say how often they actually reverted to
their civilian form?
That would be an invasion of privacy. Taco pointed out.
Did you know Optokinesis as a respecter of privacy? Brunel
Irekes asked, feigning surprise. Taco Well, they did not, actually.
Optokinesis had basically trailed after Taco every day during their first
heroic council meetings, and when they started implementing Tacos
policy Hm.
Its a bit creepy to think of, is it not? Taco had only been in
Sol Undra for a short time, but Brunel Irekes had lived there most of his
life. They could only imagine what it would feel like to be watched
every waking moment. At very least the media was mostly filtered.
Oh, absolutely. Brunel Irekes nodded. They were both silent
for a while.
Harmonys put together a list of three suspects for each
villain. Taco informed him, breaking the silence, Shes planning to
take them all in for questioning tomorrow.
Oh.
Actually, Kay is potentially Cacophony. Perhaps that would
get Brunel Irekes to show interest.
Who? Or not.
The one who challenged you to a duel at the beginning of the
semester. Taco explained.
Oh, okay, Brunel Irekes nodded, recognition reflected on his
features, Cool. I dont think its here.
Why? Taco was not quite convinced, either.
I dunno. I mean- if she is, she is, but I dont think so. Ill ask
Harmony for the files, if shell let me borrow um, but yeah, I dunno.
He just shrugged, the answer making basically no sense.
Okay. Taco would pretend it made sense, anyway.
Well, keep an eye out on your roommate when you can, I
guess. Brunel Irekes looked down at his watch, Oh, shoot, I gotta go.
I here-by call the first meeting of the Anonymous Anti-Optokinesis
Club to a close.
There still arent any other members. Taco pointed out,
rolling their eyes again. Two people sitting alone in a room could
hardly be called a club.
But Ill scout them out. Youll see, Taco. Somehow they
highly doubted that, though for some reason they felt that if anyone
could convince another person to hate Optokinesis it was Brunel Irekes.
Well, him or Optokinesis themself. Meeting heroes in person usually
broke the image fans had created in their mind.
Goodbye.
Part 21
As luck would have it, Kay was watching television on the
couch when Taco returned. It was rather odd, considering that he
usually went into his room to watch thrillers, particularly so close to
lights out but Taco was not going to be the one to point it out.
Afterall, there was a small chance that the college student in front of
them was Cacophony, and Taco had absolutely no sympathy for
villains.
Cutting it close there, hero, Kay laughed as Taco closed the
door, Lights out is in just ten minutes, you know?
How much longer is your movie? They retaliated. Kay
huffed and rolled her eyes.
Yeah, yeah, Ill get out soon. I just wanted to watch this one
on the big screen, yknow? No, they didnt know. Taco did not really
watch anything.
No. They confessed.
What? Kay paused her movie and looked up at Taco
curiously.
I do not know what it is like to want to watch something on a
big screen. Taco had some faint childhood memories of Melody trying
to get them to watch something on the television, and they certainly had
to preview their miniseries, but they had never felt the urge to watch
those things. Thus, the screen size had no effect on their desire to watch
something.
Yeah, okay, Kay scoffed, Dunno what I expected.
Why did you challenge Brunel Irekes to a duel, Kay? Taco
asked, hoping to get straight to the point. Kays reasoning for the duel
would be a key factor in figuring out whether or not she was
Cacophony. Probably.
Wow, absolutely no tact at all.
No. Taco had never been known for their tact, in or out of
the heroic persona.
I mean- I dunno. Kay sighed, Maybe I just wanted to,
okay? It was pretty late, anyway, can we just say I was sleep-
deprived? Yet Kay was up then, just minutes before midnight.
No. Taco wanted to know why Kay had challenged Brunel
Irekes to a duel, and that was that.
Well, okay. I dont think youll get it, for obvious reasons,
but I wanted to prove that stupid rich people are no better than the rest
of us, yknow? Like- as far as I knew he was just some kid who got into
college on his parents money and had spent his entire life as a recluse.
How was I supposed to know that he was crazy strong? h, so Kay was
still a bit sore about her defeat.
You weren't. I think that was the point, actually. No one was
supposed to know what Brunel Irekes had been doing throughout his
childhood, whatever it was. Taco had absolutely no doubt that the
Irekes Foundation had bribed several reporters into keeping their noses
out of the family business.
Yeah, well, it just didnt turn out, I guess. Maybe spending a
fortune on self-defense training actually counts in some way, how am I
supposed to know?
Are you self taught? Theoretically, the villains could and
would have provided training to their ranks.
I am. I used to regularly punch some justice into bullies at
Der Verde Public School, though I guess you wouldnt know much
about that. Well, no. Taco had been homeschooled prior to university,
of course, but they assumed that gossip would spread about Kays
academy habits at some point or another.
Oh? They would not believe it. Not yet.
Yeah. It was tons of fun, cause all of em were rich as fuck,
too. That certainly explained why the newspapers hadnt reported on a
school kid beating up others, but it did not explain why fellow school
kids would not tattle.
I would assume that there would be a fair amount of gossip
around you, then. Taco pointed out. Kay laughed dryly.
Oh there was, He sneered, People just got sick of me when
you showed up. Tried to get the game going again, but you see how that
turned out. Indeed Taco had.
Brunel Irekes is not a schoolyard bully. Excluding their
meetings to conspire against Optokinesis, Brunel Irekes was rarely
mean. He was a little bit mad, yes, but he did not seem like the type to
traditionally shove nerds in lockers.
No, hes not, but hes bonkers rich. And where does he spend
it? Absolutely nowhere, no helping the economy, no helping charity, no
nuthin. And he thinks he can just go to the school that I worked my ass
off to get into? Naw! I think not! Kay grew more heated as she spoke.
Do you dislike me for being wealthy? Taco would not
describe themself as rich, anymore than they would describe Der Verde
as prosperous. Yet, they had been able to save up the money to attend
Der Verde University.
You? Kay made eye contact with Taco, and they looked
away quickly, Naw. Not nymore. Crazy famous, maybe, but not rich.
Core knows the city couldnt afford rich heroes.
Thank you, I suppose. While it had been a huge deal for
Optokinesis to declare that they would only take a quarter of the
merchandise profits, even Tacos half-deal meant that they generally
saw nothing at all.
Dont thank me. Ya save people, dontcha?
I suppose. Saving civilians was their job, at least for the time
being. It would be remarkably selfish of them to simply not.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, you're gonna leave me alone so
I can finish my movie and yer not gonna tell Sawyer about this in the
morning. Kay ordered. Taco checked the clock.
I shall not. If Taco told Sawyer about Kay staying up past
lights out, they would have to confess to staying up themself.
Then they never gotta know. Fucker could sleep through
anything. Moral of the storys, I tried to beat up Irekes cause no one
elses gonna stand up to the richies. Hm. A statement like that was
either the mission statement of a villain or a hero, and Taco would find
out very soon. In any case, if Kay was not Cacophony, they would be
keeping her in mind as a potential recipient of a magical object.
Goodnight.
Part 22
Good morning, Taco. As per usual, Sawyer was sitting on
the couch when Taco went out to brew their tea.
Good morning.
What were you doing up so late last night? Sawyer asked
eventually, shortly after Taco filled the kettle.
...How do you? They trailed off. Sawyer was a fairly
heavy sleeper, usually.
Emilio snitched. Sawyer explained with a shrug.
I had just gotten back from some of my hero duties. Taco
lied. Oh?
Just some paperwork that had to be completed before
midnight. That was not technically a lie, as Taco had indeed
completed last-minute paperwork the day before. However, they had
done so before going to see Brunel Irekes.
Why were you talking to Kay? Was that an issue?
Why wouldnt I be talking to Kay? Taco asked plainly.
Well, I dont know. What about the drama between Brunel
and him? What about it?
Why would I care about their drama? Even Brunel Irekes
didnt care about their drama.
Yknow- the whole thing with you and Brunel? Oh. Taco
had nearly forgotten that the majority of the universitys student
population was convinced that they and Brunel Irekes were an item.
There is nothing with be and Brunel Irekes, They reminded
Sawyer, Besides, I have not spoken to Kay very much since we
became roommates. That was one of the reasons why Taco liked Kay,
actually. She wasnt incredibly talkative.
Yeah, I guess thats true. Sawyer thankfully let the topic
drop. Taco poured water into their mug and waited for the tea to steep,
How has figuring out who youre taking as an apprentice been going?
Well enough. Taco still didnt know who they wanted to
train. They hadnt even spoken to the Keeper, yet, I am focusing on
taking down at least one villain before then. Even though Cacophonys
suspect list included one of their roommates.
Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Going out in style, you
know? Going out in style? Why would that be on Tacos priority list?
Like Optokinesis. No.
Not like Optokinesis. Taco would never be like Optokinesis.
They were going to announce their retirement as soon as a villain was
captured and then they were going to stick around for at least three
months to wrap things up. At the very least, Taco would not quit until
Melody recovered.
Why not? For a brief moment, Taco forgot that the general
public did not, in fact, loathe Optokinesis. Then they remembered.
Just not that sudden, you know? Taco could not do that to
the city. They would have to handle the situation with care.
Alright. You arent thinking of reforming the villains, are
you? Absolutely not. Taco shuddered at the very thought. They
just could not imagine Cacophony doing any good in the world- not
after all the ear damage she had given everyone in the city. They also
could not imagine Subcortical doing hero work, although for different
reasons. He was a tad on the weak side, for one, and it was evident that
he was only working with the villains for money. That kind of mindset
had no use in hero work.
Well, thats good. I can understand why the others could
convert, but I cant imagine Dischord seeing a baby without kicking it.
Sawyer laughed, and Taco nodded.
Our villains are more ruthless than the Sol Undran villains
ever were. They are also, as you know, actually evil. The Sol Undran
villains had become villains because their political system was failing
them. Taco suspected that the Der Verden villains had become villains
simply because they could.
That they are. I suspect thats why theyve been so hard to
catch. All villains, really. Theyre willing to play dirty. Heroes well,
you arent. Ah yes, villains often used underhanded methods to
discover valuable information about the heroes. However, that did not
mean that the hero tower lacked tricks of their own.
We play dirty enough. Such as, say, the cameras in all public
spaces. Oh do you? When? The citizens were not supposed to know
about the cameras, though. The average citizen simply did not think
about how the beginning of fights were filmed, without reporters on the
scene. ...sometimes. Mass hysteria was no joke, especially not after
what happened to Verojas.
Ill take your work for it. Though, I think that if you guys
really wanna fight the villains, youre gonna have to think like the
villains. You think they dont have some kind of way of getting all the
information from the hero tower? Think again, you guys have a ton of
employees. The Der Verde Hero Office did have quite a few
employees, but each had to pass an incredibly extensive background
check to even apply, let alone be considered.
We do not have any spies among us. Taco assured their
roommate. Sawyer just shrugged noncommittally.
You may not. Im just saying- you may as well fight fire with
fire. Fight fire with fire? The fire magical object was- oh. Not literally.
Theoretically, the heroes could communicate with a couple of
dealers in the black market. However, every employee of the hero
tower was publicly listed. Though well. Taco did know someone
who was not technically employed by the hero tower, publicly at least.
That person may even have a valid reason for contacting the dealers.
That might work, actually. Taco took the first sip of their
tea, a plan already formulating in their mind.
Part 23
Good evening. Taco greeted, stepping into the warehouse
and shutting the door. They knew that Brunel Irekes would always be
just slightly earlier than them, though it annoyed them to no end.
Good evening. Are we having another meeting tonight? No,
they should think not.
No. I have something else to discuss with you. Brunel
Irekes eyes lit up with curiosity at their words, so Taco decided to
press forward, But first, how has your mastery of the lyre been
going?
Eh, its been going. Somehow Brunel Irekes had managed to
perfectly replicate Melodys likeness within a week, yet he had still not
gotten a handle on her power.
Would you care to demonstrate?
Brunel Irekes sighed before singing half-heartedly. Melody
did not usually sing her melodies, but for some reason or another it was
the only way Brunel Irekes was able to actually make the instrument
release notes. Taco felt their hand come up in a wave
Brunel Irekes then went through the song, making Taco
complete a choreographed dance that they had set up some time before.
He still made mistakes, unfortunately, but he did not let the control slip
quite as much on the dip as he had the previous time. It was all a system
of trial and error, Taco supposed. Unfortunately for them, error meant
falling on their back when the music stopped.
Well, there has been some improvement. Taco informed
him, standing up. Hopefully he would get the routine before Melody
returned to her full health, though with so little time left it seemed
rather pointless.
Yeah, yeah. We can get more practice later, though. What did
you want to tell me? As Taco had learned, Brunel Irekes simply could
not resist a new piece of information. Unfortunately, Taco did not have
a new piece of information for them. They simply had a new plan.
How would you feel about doing some digging in the black
market as the heir of the Irekes Foundation? They asked. If Brunel
Irekes was morally against such a thing, they would completely
understand. However, as Taco had learned, the man was very rarely
unwilling to snoop.
Why? No outright refusals, yet. That was a good sign, was it
not?
Well, we want to know the identities of the villains, yes?
While it would take a bit of time and effort for Brunel Irekes to get so
involved in the black market that he could discover the identities of Der
Verdes villains, any progress was good progress.
I guess we do. Alright, yeah, I can do that. Really? No
wondering how? The police force had spent years trying to figure out
where even the least powerful dealers conducted their business, and yet
Brunel Irekes could get in contact just like that?
How? Not that Taco did not trust them- though to be fair,
they were not sure they did, either- the whole ordeal sounded hard.
Hey, my familys pretty involved in this stuff. Was he
implying that the Irekes Foundation was actively involved in the black
market? I cant guarantee Ill be able to figure out Der Verdes
villains, though. Der Verde black markets are a different breed.
Will you require assistance? Not that Taco would be much
help, but they could potentially contact Harmony.
No. No, actually, I think itd be best if the hero tower didnt
know at all, Why not? Itd just be too risky. My familys got a
reputation I dont want to break, and I dont want to look suspicious at
all. Alright. Well, that kind-of made sense. While Taco would
feel more comfortable if Brunel Irekes was supervised, they did not
want anything messing with the results.
So they would not be informing Harmony of their side project.
Not yet, at least.
Part 24
Taco had just wrapped up a particularly large stack of
paperwork when their new watch reminded them that they still had to
eat two hundred more calories before the hour ended. They had gotten
the watch earlier that day, when their dietician had discovered that they
had missed a few meals here or there without their assistant to remind
them. Since then, it had been a major annoyance.
Unfortunately, two hundred missing calories were two
hundred missing calories, and Taco would have to stop at Snail Verde
before returning to their dorm for the night. They didnt actually like
the Snail Verde food as much as the cafeteria food, but their dietician
had also prohibited them from visiting the cafeteria.
Hello, how may I help- Taco glanced up at the employee of
Snail Verde, who had suddenly stopped. It was Sawyer.
I did not know you worked at Snail Verde. Then again, Taco
had not often stopped by Snail Verde.
Oh! Sawyer glanced down at their uniform, as if checking
the information for themself, Well, I do. Sorry, I- er- nearly didnt
even look at your face. They admitted.
That is fine. Taco understood why an indoor food-stand
employee would not look directly at all of their customers.
What can I get you this fine morning? Sawyer asked.
...Morning? Was it was it that time already?
Er…” Sawyer trailed off, eyes wide before laughing
suddenly, Oh, well, I guess thats why you werent having tea this
morning! I was nearly late waiting for you, you know? They were?
Yeah, its morning. The Core is just beginning to glow.
Oh. Huh. Um, one meal exchange, please. Taco hadnt
meant to stay up so late. Did that mean that Kay had already been taken
in for questioning? Would she be taken in later?
A tried-and-true-classic for sure. Sawyer said, nodding as
they took Tacos meal card and swiped it through the machine. They
handed back Tacos meal card and turned around to prepare the meal-
something pre-selected by the university. Taco sat at the table closest to
the counter.
Any interesting customers at this time of the morning? At
the very least, Taco had discovered why Sawyer was always awake
before them.
Not really, Sawyer informed them, The occasional super-
athlete, early jogger, or professor grading essays, of course, but by now
their schedules are pretty set.
Ah. Then, Taco coming in really would be a surprise,
How are you? That was a question people asked, wasnt it?
Pretty good. Its easy to space out, now that I know when
everyones coming in. Sawyer turned around, plate of food set, Well,
save for a little surprise guest. They winked at Taco, who stood up to
collect the plate, Free coffee, too, since we dont have tea and I figure
you could use some caffeine. Taco stared at the coffee for a moment.
...I have a dietary tracker. They said after a minute, a bit
afraid to approach the counter.
What? Sawyer quickly glanced at Tacos wrists, before
recognizing the watch, Oh. Thats new, right? Taco nodded, Damn,
theyre really keeping you on a tight leash, yeah?
No? Taco had never been kept on a leash. Ever, as far as
they were aware.
Sorry, figure of speech. Sawyer apologized, moving the
coffee off the counter and giving Taco the courage to reach forward to
take the plate, Do you want me to portion that out for calories, then?
I can do it. Taco had been portioning their food out since
they had first started at the university.
Yeah, but do you want me to? Sawyer asked. Taco blinked.
...No? Was that the correct answer? Taco really did not mind
portioning their food. They had long ago memorized the calorie counts
of every portion the university food services could serve them.
Alright. Sawyer nodded, and Taco at last grabbed their plate
and sat back down. Sawyer did not turn around, Alright, I gotta ask
now, do you do they let you eat the cake?
What cake? Who was they?
I mean- when you were younger your birthday parties were
broadcast. My family would watch them all because my older sister had
your birthday, and there was always a massive cake in the middle. Did
they…” Sawyer trailed off, and Taco at last figured out the question
they were being asked.
Oh. No. Cake had too many calories. Taco had to take the
first slice of the cake, to announce to everyone that the cake was
available to be eaten, but then they had to give the slice to their
assistant.
Thats…” Sawyer seemed frankly baffled by the very idea,
Taco, I dont think thats good.
I am still a hero, you know? Taco pointed out, I was then,
too, and thus I must stay in peak physical condition. Sawyer frowned,
so Taco added, I have had chocolate, though. For some reason, that
often made people feel better about their eating habits. Maybe
chocolate really was as healthy as Melody claimed.
Oh thank Core. For a moment, Sawyer seemed relieved,
Wait like- regularly? As a gift? Or when?
Well, that depends on what kind of chocolate you are talking
about, Taco admitted, I have only had hard chocolate once, when I
snuck a piece off of my birthday cake. I have liquid chocolate on the
first of every month.
...Liquid chocolate? Sawyer seemed profoundly confused.
Yes. I do not like that, as much. The chili powder is not good
for my stomach.
Im sorry, the what?
The chili powder. Taco clarified.
Liquid chocolate chili powder? Sawyer squinted a bit, and
then shrugged, Yeah, that sounds crazy enough to be allowed. Though,
if Im honest, I have seen someone put chili powder in chocolate milk,
so understandable.
Alright. Perhaps liquid chocolate was not common among
civilians.
Once a month, though, is…” Sawyer trailed off, When you
retire, the first thing were doing is going to a candy store and Ill treat
you to a buffett.
Alright. It would not be as important to maintain their
physical condition once they were no longer a hero.
Well, I- As Sawyer was about to continue, another customer
walked into Snail Verde, a band around their forehead and covered in
sweat. One- one meal exchange, please.
Of course! Sawyer turned to the customer, and Taco turned
to their food. If they finished quickly, perhaps they could get a nap in
before their morning classes.
Part 25
Good evening, Mrs. and Mrs. Price. Faux-Melody smiled
and shook hands with the Prices. Trusting him to take care of Vivian
Price, Taco quickly stepped aside to speak with Olivia.
How have you been, T? She asked easily once they had
moved away from the other two.
Well, I have been better. My assistant is leaving me, again.
Tacos assistant had filed paperwork indicating that they would be
leaving as soon as their contract was terminated, without speaking to
Taco personally.
Oh? Didnt Viv inquire after long-term opportunities in their
interview?
They did. Taco confirmed.
Well, thats not very nice. Olivia remarked with a frown.
Chances were, if Tacos soon-to-be-ex-assistant had left them quickly,
they would leave their next place of employment quickly. If that
happened. Taco would need to back-list them with the major
corporations.
Did you use the spreadsheet for the decorations this charity
ball? Olivia asked, glancing around the room.
My assistant would not let me, Taco admitted sheepishly,
They said it wasted too much time.
Wow, really? Even though your work directly affects their
paycheck? Each employee of the Der Verde Hero Office made a small
percentage of the offices profits, rather than a set hourly wage. It
ensured maximum productivity, and also meant that even a little bit of
work could bring in extra wages.
In hindsight, they likely made the choice because they knew
they were not going to be my assistant for much longer.
I suppose so…” Olivia trailed off, the two of them falling
into a rather heavy silence, What I hear Harmonys getting pretty
close. What are you going to do once youve defeated the villains?
Taco blinked.
Well, the Der Verde Hero Office will still be responsible for
ensuring the continued welfare of the citizens of Der Verde. Taco
rather pointedly did not refer to their own plans, as their plan mostly
consisted of getting out of heroism.
No, not the hero tower, Unfortunately, Oliva was rather
well-trained in Tacos attempts to avoid giving an actual answer, What
are you going to do after youve defeated the villains? Fish your degree,
of course, but what are you going to do with your life? She asked, as
though heroism was not already Tacos full-time job.
I do not know. I may take an apprentice, and Melody will
retire sometime afterward. Some time would hopefully be several
years, as Tacos apprentice would need to have a mentor even after
Taco quit.
Oh. That was.. Likely not the answer Olivia had been
looking for. Whether Taco liked it or not, Olivia knew an awful lot
about their life. She had been attending charity balls since Tacos first,
and Charlie Price and Melody had regularly partnered the two children
off together, despite the six-year age gap.
I Yeah. Taco still was not really willing to elaborate.
... Olivia took a deep breath, Im currently in the market for
a personal assistant. She said quickly.
You hate personal assistants. The only things Olivia
forwarded to other people were phone calls.
I hate incompetent personal assistants, she corrected, I
dislike it when people try to do my job for me, only to submit clearly
inferior work. I wont have to worry about that with you.
What makes you say that? Not that Taco was not thankful
for the praise, but they were not exactly single-handedly bringing Der
Verde into prosperity.
Please, a two-percent decrease in decoration prices? Ive
never been able to get those numbers. Ever. Two percent was not a lot,
though. Or at least, Taco did not think it was, If you compare different
products with similar qualities in a similar way, I suspect profit margins
would widen significantly.
Your spreadsheet could likely not handle so many variables.
Similar qualities were not the exact same qualities, and determining
price differences based solely on color was very different from
determining the price difference based on quality, material, durability,
and other variables Taco had barely touched even in their marketing
classes. So you make a new one. I dont know if you know this, but
youre actually remarkably gifted at making new spreadsheets. Its rare
that I find anyone as proficient in the software as you are. Core- Im
fairly certain Vivian isnt quite as skilled as you are.
I think that might be a little far. Taco argued. Vivian was
remarkably good at what she did.
I dont think it is, actually. Melody undervalues you, T.
Well, Olivia did not have to put it so bluntly.
Melody undervalued Taco. What did that even mean? That
Melody did not see the value of spreadsheets and miniscule details? Did
it mean that Melody was not quite as appreciative as she should have
been whenever Taco continued their streak of no civilian casualties
during a fight? They were fairly certain that was just the minimum
amount of work they were supposed to put in, though.
Hm.
Viva, the doors are opening. Fortunately or unfortunately,
Vivian had come to pull Olivia away.
We can discuss this some more next month, yeah? Olivia
asked, and Taco nodded.
They were not actually taking any classes for managing the
supply end of a business. If Taco was really going to work under- for-
Olivia, they would probably have to change their major. Considering
Taco had already been signing up for quite a few business classes, they
were finally certain that the change would not be hard. Though working
for one of their closest acquaintances would be strange, Taco could not
simply give up the opportunity to have another job lined up after the
hero tower. Taco took a deep breath and rejoined Faux-Melody.
You ready to greet the other guests? He asked.
Yes.
Part 26
Good evening, Brunel Irekes.
Hey, Taco, Brunel Irekes had hurriedly emailed them earlier
in the day stating that he had valuable information on the villains. He
had then refused to elaborate, Listen- you wont believe what Ive
found out I-
Just tell me who they are. Taco was not really in the mood
for Brunel Irekes ramblings, particularly when the specific information
he could provide could quite literally shape the course of their entire
life. Right- uh- '' Brunel Irekes quickly pulled a phone out of his
pocket and scrolled through it, I took a video. Look at this. How in
the world had Brunel Irekes managed to get a video of the villains,
particularly something that revealed sensitive information? The hero
office had been trying for years. Taco did not have much more time to
contemplate the turn of events before Brunel Irekes pressed play.
-ia, you got the goods? Asked Subcortical. They were in
some kind of warehouse- something dark. Was that mold?
I dont know why you insist on being so cryptic.
Detransform, for Cores sake! There were two other people in the
room with him- neither were transformed- but Taco could not make out
their facial features.
Whatever, whatever. Subcortical transformed in a flash of
light. Taco did not recognize him, The point is, do you have what I
asked for?
A shit ton of sedatives? Yeah, yeah I do. You were literally
there when we stole these. The villains had attacked the hospital just
two days before. Clearly they had taken more than Taco had suspected.
Friends, friends, lets all just take a chill pill. The third
person finally spoke up. Wait a moment Taco recognized that voice.
Easy for you to say, Harmony, you didnt put yourself down
as a suspect! Subcortical snapped, You get to just go about your day
normally while Patricia and I have to deal with constant stalking from
your little agents. Patricia? Oh thank Core, Cacophony was not Kay,
though Taco did not know why they were so relieved.
Hey, I couldnt have them getting suspicious. Might as well
leave the dumb dogs a couple of breadcrumbs. That metaphor made
absolutely no sense.
You say that, but just wait until they start to figure out who
you are. How will you help us then, huh? Patricia asked, clearly
snappish.
Well, youll just have to make sure you dont get caught,
wont you? The video ended.
What what was that? Taco was honestly a bit shell-
shocked from the sudden influx of information. Just like that?
I got this from the universitys official cameras. Theyve been
meeting in the basement under the criminal justice building. The
basement under the criminal justice building? Perhaps Melodys
ridiculous decision to not put cameras in the University of Der Verde
was finally catching up to her.
Huh. Who is Subcortical, though? Taco had not heard his
name. Daniel. Hes my roommate, and a cyber crime major. Brunel
Irekes roommate? Well, what a cruel twist of fate. At least he was not
any of Tacos roommates.
Then it would make sense why he was going into the
building. If a random civilian walked into one of the campus
buildings, they would likely be stopped and asked to show an ID. Taco
was actually fairly certain that the criminal justice building in particular
had a policy of forcing everyone who was not a student or faculty
member to have a signed permission slip from the head of the
department just to enter. The head of the department being Harmony.
Yup. It was rather strange to think about- Taco had been
fighting at least one person their own age for so long. Subcorticals
relative weakness did make them feel a bit better about their training
regime, though. Even if Melody was not satisfied with Tacos progress,
at least they were doing better than Subcortical.
And Patricia? Taco vaguely remembered the name being in
Harmonys file of potential suspects, but they did not actually
remember anything about her.
Another university student studying criminal law. Shes a
graduate student. Alright, so at the very least Cacophony was not the
same age as taco.
What does the rest of the footage show? As much
information as they had just received, Taco was still a bit curious
regarding the footage that Brunel Irekes had supposedly collected.
Surely the villains meeting continued, yes?
Well, basically, they all know that Im playing Melody and
are hoping to reveal it by having Subcortical put me to sleep and then
giving me a sedative thatll force me to transform back. Yknow, wreck
the entire economy and send the integrity of the heroic council crashing
down and all that villainous nonsense.
What, what? Revealing that Brunel Irekes was Faux-Melody
would have a vast number of consequences. The people of Der Verde
would likely never trust their heroes again.
Yeah. So I figured as long as you make sure I dont fall
asleep next time they attack, I should be fine.
No. That would absolutely not be fine. Even the slightest
threat of Faux-Melodys identity being revealed had to be absolutely
eliminated. We need to get the villains before they turn against us. I
can turn the footage in to the police, order them to keep it a secret from
Harmony, and then we can safely apprehend them.
You really think that the entire police force isnt in
Harmonys back pocket? Brunel Irekes asked, making Taco falter, If
you really want to get them, youre going to have to go through
Melody. Get the villains one at a time, make sure they dont notice the
others disappearing and then turn over the evidence, once the police
know whos already won. AS a hero, you dont even really need a
warrant to just kidnap a civilian on the assumption that theyre a villain.
That was a rule that Taco had always particularly despite, but they
supposed it was playing in their favor.
So we tell Melody? I do not think she will take the news of
Harmony being a villain very well. According to the stories that
Melody would tell Taco when they were younger, Melody had
practically been raised by Harmony. Their parents had died when
Harmoney was eighteen and Melody was eleven, so Harmony had
picked up two extra jobs to support the family.
Maybe so, but that doesnt change the truth. Besides, all we
need is her permission- two registered heroes to sign off on the arrest.
She wont even have to act.
No, I suppose she will not. Taco sighed, I will feel a bit bad
for accomplishing her goals while she is out of commission, but Der
Verde cannot bear the villains for another month.
No it can not. Brunel Irekes agreed.
Wait does this mean that the villains always knew you
were acting as Melody? Since the beginning?
Yup. So they really had just replaced Melody for civilian
peace of mind. Alright then, I dont really know, either. Maybe thats
why they decided to attack so early on. It was true that the villains had
attacked the city almost as soon as Brunel Irekes received the Choker of
Control. They had likely not expected him to get ahold of its powers so
fast, and Taco had not either.
Dischord the one who injured Melody, though. Did
Harmony know that she would be putting her younger sister out of
commission for three months? Did she expect Melody to simply die?
The thought of Harmony, who had essentially been Tacos pseudo-aunt
for most of their life, doing something so cruel made their heart ache in
a way they could not recognize.
Yeah.
Okay. Even if we get her signature, though, what is our
plan? How could they make sure that the villains would not notice
their missing teammates? Missing people are generally reported.
Yeah, they are. We could make it look like they left willingly.
Theres a short spring break next week, conveniently enough. Maybe
they all made plans to travel. I can still get into the cameras, so we can
collect more information.
So we figure out a bit more about their personal lives?
Taco asked, Could you be the one to focus on that? I am not skilled at
detective work.
Yeah, I figured as much. Brunel Irekes admitted. Taco
sighed. Where do we hold them? We have a couple of holding cells,
but they are not reinforced or anything. Der Verden criminals tended
to serve their sentence in a prison operated by the police force, and
Taco did not yet know which police officers were free from Harmonys
plots. Thatll be fine; we can take their magical objects. No object,
no magic, no villain.
No villain. Taco agreed, Okay, sounds like a plan. Of
course, it was not anything close to a plan. Taco would need to wait
until Brunel Irekes actually collected any personal information on the
villains before they could start putting together a plan to capture each
villain. Though, in the meantime, they could inform Melody about the
situation.
Oh Core, everything was moving remarkably fast. Taco had
spent fifteen years of their life training to fight villains, not defeat them.
They had done their best to complete the latter, of course, but it always
seemed like an impossible goal. Yet, in just a short while, they would
be done.
Sounds like a plan. I already think Daniel can just be
convinced to go to Sol Undra with me for spring break- something
about visiting my parents and seeing the sights with a friend. Not that
were friends or anything, but hed jump at the chance if I just invited
all my roommates.
Good. One down then, two to go.
Part 27
Ah, good morning. Ariel, correct? One of Tacos least
favorite things about changing assistants was the process of interviews.
Taco had managed to narrow down their candidate pool to just a select
few applicants, yet the pressure of defeating the villains left them
exhausted anyway.
Right. Its nice to finally meet you. Well, they were off to a
rather mediocre start. Taco gently closed the door behind Ariel and
pulled out a chair.
Please, take a seat. Taco moved to sit behind their desk.
Thank you.
So, what brought you here today? Taco always liked to start
with vague questions, a smooch of the city saw Taco as a
straightforward and direct hero who preferred facts over fiction. While
that was true, they wanted to see just how entrenched in prejudice each
applicant was.
Well, the elevator, Yes, that made sense, However, I did
walk here on my own two feet, so perhaps I had a hand- or a couple of
feet- in how I arrived here.
Wonderful. It was as though Ariel had replied to the
question of whats up with the Core. Brunel Irekes had a tendency to
do that, funnily enough, and it was perhaps Tacos favorite thing about
him. Well, not that they actually asked him such informal questions, but
they had heard others ask and the response was accurate, Why would
you like to work at the hero tower?
Why wouldnt I want to work at the hero tower? Well, there
were plenty of reasons. Taco did not want to work at the hero tower
because they legitimately just did not like the tasks or the environment.
I suppose you can answer that yourself, can you not? Taco
wanted to hear all the reasons why Ariel might be hesitant to take the
job. I suppose the workload might be a little daunting, but I really
enjoy feeling like Ive helped people in a way, you now? No, Taco did
not know, but that was because they simply did not enjoy helping
people, at least not directly, Maybe the biggest reason why I wouldnt
want to work at the hero tower is, well, the heroes, particularly with this
position. I dont really know you personally, so being a personal
assistant for you is a bit of a tall order.
It is, yes. None o fTacos previous assistants had taken the
time to get to know them, What do you believe that being a personal
assistant entails? Interestingly enough, Ariel had never been a personal
assistant before. Taco was not traditionally in the habit of letting people
with no experience reach interviews, but they were being more lenient
considering that they would be retiring fairly soon.
Well, for other places, probably fetching coffee and things
like that, All in all, it was not the greatest of opening responses, But
as the assistant to a hero, you specifically, I think Id be doing a lot
more work. Id take your phone calls and plan out your schedule,
obviously. In addition I would write many of your speeches, file
paperwork regarding incident reports, and coordinate with your trainers
to ensure you stay on top of your goals. Alright, those were all correct
answers.
Have you ever written and given a speech before?
I have, yes. Oh? Very good, I was valedictorian of Der
Verde Academy, as you likely saw in my file, and I was also the leader
of the speech and debate team there. I participated in mock trial in
university, so I know a lot about convincing the masses to vote a
specific way or to donate their money to a specific cause. That was
exactly what the speeches were supposed to do, so it was good that
Ariel had experience in the practice prior to applying.
Could you tell me about one time when you had a particularly
difficult case?
Well, I suppose my most difficult case was one I did in
defense of Wrath. That was, frankly, and old case with little to no
evidence pointing either way that had been handled almost entirely by
the Keeper and Peirein, There was virtually nothing to go off of,
except Peireins word that Wrath had attacked them, yet I was able to
riddle holes in the prosecutions evidence until they had no choice but
to drop the case.
And how did you feel defending someone you knew was
guilty? Not that Taco believed Wrath was guilty, but most everyone
else did.
Honestly? Not great, but I did it anyway, because it was my
duty. Besides, it didnt really have any effect on the real world and I
could impress my friends. Taco had yet to put together a compilation
of the top turn-offs from their interviews, but that sentence alone would
definitely have made it into the top ten.
Really- just to impress their friends? Taco put a small note
down in red pen on their notes and continued the interview, though they
only stuck to the script. There was no real point in putting effort into an
interview for someone they were not going to hire.
Part 28
Taco simply walked back to the university campus after their
paperwork was completed. With the novelty gone and the streets
packed, there was not much reason to worry that someone would
recognize them and/or crowd them while asking for autographs or
pictures. Really, it was rather relaxing to just walk places, and Taco
took a moment to look around at the city they would one day no longer
be protecting. It seemed a lot smaller than it once had been, though
Taco knew realistically that they had just grown older. They took a
deep breath, faintly smelling something sweet. Perhaps they were next
to one of the farm grainhouses? Taco briefly looked around.
Hey- uh- Taco whipped their head around to face the
speaker- was that Audette? Sorry The villain- the non-local villain
held a cloth up to Tacos mouth and nose, and while they struggled a bit
they were unable to combat the black spots in their visions.
What was a member of the Verojas Trio doing in Der Verde?
Er- you awake, Taco?
Hm? Taco blearily opened their eyes. Had they fallen asleep
in their office, again?
Oh, cool. Sorry, I probably used a larger dose than I had to.
A larger dose? Taco blinked away the fuzz in their vision, realizing
rather suddenly that they were not in the Der Verde Hero Office.
What do you want from me? They asked firmly, gazing up
at the only other person in the obnoxiously white room, Audette.
Well, Id like to help you. Audette said with a smile.
You just knocked me out. Taco pointed out.
True, true, Audette admitted, But, I gave the order for the
Hand of God to take care of your little villain problem. Their little
You killed the villains? Taco asked, incredulously. Harmony
was just dead? Just like that?
He should have the job done within the hour. Audette
confirmed, Youre welcome, by the way. Rumor has it you wanted to
retire. Who told you that? Taco asked, narrowing their eyes.
Audette shrugged.
A little birdie, Birds could not talk, Anyway, I wanted to
help you out. Der Verde is the very last city we need to open a supply
route across the world, so it would be good for both you and us if youd
be willing to install one of our operatives as a new hero.
What makes you think I would be willing to do that?
Well, Audette grinned, If you dont, well just kill you, and
probably everyone else in the Der Verde Hero Office, for that matter.
Everyone else? They would really just
Who was Taco kidding, it was the Verojas Trio. They had no
qualms with murder. Though
Your last city? Taco asked. As far as they knew, the Verojas
Trio had only conquered Verojas.
Yes. Including Sol Undra, if that wasnt clear enough. Oh.
Taco had assumed, of course, that the Sol Undran heroes were still
working for the Verojas Trio, but all of the other heroes, too? That
was a surprise. Or, not all of the heroes, but at least enough to form a
solid connection between Sol Undra and Verojas.
So what? Taco may have been planning to retire, but they
were not actively against the heroes. At the same time, though, they did
not want everyone in the Der Verde Hero Office to die. They did not
want to die.
Egnistells gonna place a request to transfer to Der Verde,
and youre gonna convince the Keeper to let him. Maybe something
about how its safer for him here, since theres less people and every
building is reinforced. Your epic face-down with the villains actually
happened on the university campus, and the footage was lost. You put
the villains into custody at the Pinnacle of the Core, and unfortunately
lost the magical objects. Do you understand? Taco took a deep breath.
I do. They nodded, By any chance, would you be willing
to tell me which cities you have not taken? If Taco had to move out of
Der Verde, they did not want to go straight into the Verojas Trios
grasp again. Audette chuckled.
Well, Ill put it this way: If you want to avoid the action, its
probably best you just head straight to Verojas. That oh dear. The
Verojas Trio really was planning on world domination, huh? Taco had
known that, of course, but they had not assumed it would be so soon.
So incredibly soon, If you really want to skip town, you might want to
retire to Verojas right after Caustel moves in.
Noted. Taco would likely put in an application to transfer to
New Verojas University for data analysis soon, then, Would you be
able to pull some strings to have me admitted as a sophomore to NVU
for data analysis next year? Audette stared at them for a moment.
You…” She squinted, Um- yeah. Not what I expected, I
guess. Taco shrugged. They had done a bit of research into the Verojas
Trios policies, and had learned that while the villains were morally
reprehensible they were relatively kinder to their citizens than the
heroic council. Given that the heroic council also had a track record of
brutally murdering those who did not conform
Well. As long as Taco was able to retire, the Verojas Trio
really would not be their problem.
Is that a yes? Taco asked.
Yeah. Audette nodded, Er- yes. Just apply, and Ill let the
school know. Im fairly certain they have a loose transfer policy,
anyway, but I can do that.
Good. Then Taco would not have much to worry about. The
world would probably always need spreadsheets, regardless of who had
political power.
Just remember- if you let us down- or tell anyone, even
Melody, we will eliminate you. Audette threatened. Taco nodded,
Great. Its a deal, then. Ill just- uh- blindfold you and take you back
where we found you, yeah?
If it is not a bother, would you mind just taking me back to
the campus? Taco asked as Audette tied a bandana around their head.
Sure.
Part 29
A short moment later, Taco was alone in the common area of
their dorm. They took a deep breath and called their soon-to-be-ex-
assistant.
Greetings, Taco. Their assistant picked up at the first dial.
Greetings. Taco returned, not sure what time of day it was,
I have a development regarding the villains.
A development?
They have been handled.
What? Taco flinched at their assistants loud exclamation.
Yes. I am sure you will understand that this situation was
delicate. Dischord turned out to be Harmony, and thus Mr. Irekes and I
agreed not to involve the Der Verde Hero Office. While all three
villains are now in custody at the Pinnacle of the Core, you must inform
the Keeper that the three were not in possession of their magical objects
when they were taken in, and that I suspect they were contacted by the
Verojas Trio. Hopefully that hint would be enough, and the Keeper
would know what they meant.
I will do such now, and begin drafting a speech, Tacos
assistant informed them, While I am glad that explains why you have
not been picking up this afternoon, Im afraid I have news for you as
well. Oh? News?
Yes. Unfortunately, during physical therapy, Melody
attempted to improperly weight lift and ended up breaking her neck.
She what? Melody had broken her neck.
She passed away at 2:14 this afternoon. Im sorry for your
loss. She What? Melody had Melody could not just die. She
had always been obsessed with dying on the battlefield, in a burst of
glory, or as a prisoner, defiant. To be dead
I see. Surely Tacos assistant was lying, or something?
Please please add to the speech that I wish to retire as well.
Very well then. Tacos assistant did not sound as surprised
as they perhaps ought to have been, Goodbye.
Goodbye. Taco hung up. It felt finite. Like an ending,
though that hardly made sense. They still had to give that speech,
afterall, and probably show Egnistell around the Der Verde Hero
Office. Taco leaned back on their beanbag, electing to close their eyes
for a moment.
Hey, Taco. You doing okay? Taco slowly opened their eyes
to look at Sawyer, and sighed.
No. Taco sat back up, Im transferring to NVU.
NV- Sawyer blinked, and sat down on their own beanbag,
Alright, Im willing to put my application there too, so we can still be
roommates, but youre gonna have to explain it to me from the
beginning. From the beginning? Where where even was the
beginning, though?
I think Melodys dead. Taco admitted, She- like- I dont-
Melody could not be dead, but at the same time she was.
Are you willing to tell me how? Sawyer asked. Taco slowly
shook their head, Alright, then. If youre going to Verojas and Melody
is whos going to be Der Verdes hero?
Der Verde no longer needs a hero, Taco probably could not
just tell Sawyer that Egnistell was planning to transfer, especially since
Egnistell himself had not even reached out yet, The villains are in
custody at the Pinnacle of the Core.
They- really? Sawyer seemed utterly baffled, Well, thats a
development. Taco shrugged.
Everything has been leading up to it, really. It was a careful
situation, so I only just called to tell my assistant the news. They had
some connections with the police force and the hero office, so…”
So you couldnt tell anyone. Sawyer finished, And so
youre retiring? And moving to Verojas. Why Verojas?
Just…” Taco trailed off, glancing at the closed door and
choosing not to mention the Verojas Trio, anyway, It would be safer
for me. Sawyer nodded empathetically, as though they understood the
situation.
Because youre retiring, and civilians dont like that. They
concluded, incorrectly, Well, I guess that makes sense. Sawyer
shrugged, In any case, theres probably just as much political
journalism to do there, so I dont care. I really only moved to Der
Verde because- They stopped themself.
Because? Taco had only recently learned that Sawyer had
grown up in Sol Undra.
Because journalism stuff. Sawyer finished lamely, Yeah.
I- er- guess I was interested in the heroes, here, but if Melodys and
youre retiring, then I dont need to stick around for whoever the
Keeper replaces you two with.
You came here for the heroes? Huh. Taco was fairly
certain that Sol Undra had more interesting heroes, but alright.
Yes. Sawyer confirmed, Yes, I did. Might as well follow
one of em, right?
I am not going to be a hero? Taco was planning on
retiring, not transfering. Besides, there were no heroes in New Verojas,
unless you counted the Verojas Trio.
Naw, but youre still interesting. Even moreso, now that I
know you. Huh.
I do not think I know you, though. It made sense, given that
Sawyer was training to be an investigative journalist and Taco was not
very good at investigations, that Sawyer would learn more about Taco
then Taco knew about them, but it was strange.
Maybe thats the point. Sawyer said with a wink, Anyway,
yeah, Ill apply to Verojas and let Emilio know. Hell probably stay
here to hang with his girlfriend, but whatever.
...Thank you.
Part 30
Good morning, Der Verde, Taco sat comfortably on their
beanbag, cup of tea in their hands as they watched the livestream, I am
your hero, Egnistell.
Who the fuck is their assistant? Sawyer asked, comfortably
seated on the same beanbag, next to Taco, who shrugged.
I do not know who they are, just that they are not very
skilled. Taco said. Egnistells speeches had always been lacking,
which was likely a combination of his undefined heroic character and
his assistants incompetence.
So, um, first-things-first, I know everyones concerned about
the situation with Midomous, Amaro, Dilawim, and Gular. Well, Im
here to say that you dont have to panic. New Verojas will not be taking
us by force, because I have successfully reached a peace treaty with
them. We will be unofficially adopting some of their policies and
providing safe transport through the city, and we will be protected. I
have the details up on the official website. We are not leaving the
heroic council; we will instead be serving as a buffer between New
Verojas and the heroic council.
So theyre joining New Verojas. Sawyer summarized,
Theyre softly joining New Verojas until the public agrees.
You are not as surprised as I thought you would be. Taco
admitted. Sawyer turned to look at them.
I live in New Verojas now, its not that hard to figure out.
When you said the magical objects were lost and Egnistell was the new
hero? Yeah, I figured the Verojas Trio had already taken over.
They took Midomous last June, Taco revealed, They have
just been waiting around for the power to be fully transferred to
Egnistell. It had taken a while for Mr. Kraas contract to end, even
after Melodys death.
Well, thats world domination for you. Sawyer said with a
shrug. Thats world domination for you. Taco echoed, taking a sip
of tea. Regardless, their new career path would not shift much. Taco
was no longer obligated to care about world domination.
So they didnt.