Mcu/Worm Oc Insert: Chapter 8

My eyes are glued to the screen as a massive silver dragon thrashes around, gouts of flame shooting from his mouth. Grievous wounds on his b

My eyes are glued to the screen as a massive silver dragon thrashes around, gouts of flame shooting from his mouth. Grievous wounds on his body rapidly heal as he lets out roars tinged with rage. 

This... happened last night. 

A battle between the E88 and Lung. 

It appears that the Nazi's accomplished their goal. They hit the truck Lung and Bakuda was in with a rocket and beat the ever-loving shit out of the Asian dragon. 

Of course he quickly grew to a point that he quickly surpassed everyone there. Lung's regeneration seems to have barely held on. 

Now it's quiet. Eerily quiet. Lung came the closest to death he probably has ever been... and now it's the calm before the storm. 

"Huh. So, we just made a gang war." I mutter, eyes flicking to Lisa. "So... uh... would this cause... less damage than whatever that psycho bitch could muster?" 

An entire road was utterly leveled. It looks like some third world country that is in the middle of a war. Burned husks of cars, exploded pavement, melted street poles, and even a few destroyed buildings. The E88 came out in force. I think more than half of the gang's capes were there. From Kaiser to Hookwolf to Captain Germany. 

Fucking Captain Germany. 

"Well, Lung can't theoretically create infinite Greyboy bubbles or pain bombs now sooooo we're good." Lisa shrugs. "And now since we don't have to worry about turning into hunks of crystal because we passed a random soda can IED on the street. We can now step in without fear." 

"Hmm Hmm." I hum twice as I pull out my phone, beginning to sort through the numerous cameras I've already hacked. Months ago, I was even able to watch some of the E88's meetings and rallies through these. But... they've since realized that there's a hacker tinker in the bay and I'm almost certain they've made sure that the cameras are non-functioning in most of their key locations. 

On one hand, kind of annoying. On the other? A weakness to be exploited I suppose. 

"So. Since you can devote like thirty percent of your brain to sleep at any one point what have you been doing with all your free time?" 

"Oh, yknow. Reading... spending time with my boyfriend... watching Tv. That sort of thing." 

I get an alert on my phone. "Oh? Who... the heck is this?" 

I peer through a camera as a girl crouches in the shadows of an alley. She wears black and purple primarily with a dark purple cloak pulled up around her head, she seems to wear a black mask that covers her lower face. There's a symbol of a purple bat on her chest. 

"Fuckin Batgirl?" I mutter under my breath. 

I frown slightly, tilting my head as long blonde hair seems to briefly spill from the hood. 

The woman is amidst a fight, a heavy blow crashes into one of- what appears to be ABB goons- stomach, he is lifted from the ground. 

Lisa leans over and peers at the screen, a hum leaving her lips for a moment before her breath hitches. 

The woman in purple and black weaves through the group of four, arms up like a professional boxer. 

They don't last long. She appears to be deceptively strong so she probably has some minor brute power. 

I slowly turn to Lisa, her eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape. "No... it- It couldn't be..." 

"Do you know this girl?" I ask slowly. 

She audibly swallows. "That..." 

"..." 

Her voice echoes out, barely a whisper. "That's my sister." 

"Fucking WHAT-" 

[Split] 

I steeple my hands in front of my face. 

"She's good." Lisa frowns. "Really good. Mover. Brute. Heck, she dodged a bullet point blank. That's got to be a thinker as well. A potent grab-bag." 

"What if she's like me and has a Trump effect?" 

Lisa seems to ponder for a moment, eyes widening minutely as the cloaked figure completely disappears. "She lost her brute power and appears to have activated a stranger power to turn invisible. I can still see her walking away judging by some of the trash on the floor... right now she appears to be rifling through the pockets of the people she beat." 

"Why is she here?" I deadpan. 

"More than likely? Me. She probably gave herself some sort of tracker power" The girl sighs. "Fucking hell. I can't believe Stephanie triggered." 

"I can't believe she's basically mini eidolon." I mutter.  

"Aren't you also just a kind of shitty eidolon?" Lisa points out. 

"..." 

"Huh." I hum. "Fair... that's fair." 

"I doubt she just has a worse version of Eidolon's power." The girl beside me cups her chin, eyes glued to my phone. "There's probably some aspects to it that we're not able to see." 

"Why would she be tracking you?" I question. 

"Dunno. Maybe apologize? Unlikely. She was a total bitch- I can see your look, not a fucking WORD, Zach." She turns to me with a small glare. "Regardless, she's probably here to try and beat me... or something. I don't know what goes around in that boyfriend stealing h-." 

"..." 

"She wouldn't... not again..." The girl whispers. "I was nine and she was eleven. She's totally matured, right?" 

"If I have another blonde lust after me... I genuinely might be cursed. Who's next? Fucking Bonesaw or something? Do I have a secret additional power. 'Stranger: Blondes find you moderately attractive'." 

"Nah. You've got one of those faces. I bet all the girls swooned at you." 

"And yet not a single girlfriend before you. I thought you said you never dated before." 

"I was NINE. That sure as shit doesn't count as a 'date'. Are you telling me that you're getting jealous of some random nine year old I met like... ten times max named Todd?!" 

"Heh." I huff. "Fucking 'Todd'. Like, what's the... adult version of that?" 

"I don't think there is one-" 

"You're telling me there's grown ass men running around being named 'Todd?!' That's hilarious! I would have gone for something like 'Todderick' or something." 

"That's not important right now. What is... is what we're going to do about this bitch?" She points to the screen. 

"Hmm..." I hum mutely. "Want me to make you a mask? Night vision, thermal vision, air filtration, HUD that sort of thing? That way you might be able to still see her if her invisibility doesn't hide thermal?" 

"Hrm..." The blonde grumbles. 

"After that, you track her down first, ask her why she's here, and if we don't like her reasoning, we beat her up and hand her over to the PRT?" 

"That'd probably unmask me. Or at the very least she would." Lisa deadpans. 

"And the benefits of having a mask... is that your family doesn't get targeted? I don't see that as much of an issue for you. You kind of left them behind." 

"It allows people to harass me in my civilian identity." 

"Tell you what, if the internet finds out. We go beat up whoever did it. Sound fair?" 

"Mn. Whatever. It's not like I use my real name anyways." 

I slowly turn to her. "So... you're real name isn't Lisa?" 

"It's Sarah... but I prefer Lisa." 

"Alrighty." I shrug idly. "Lisa it'll be." 

[Split] 

I watch several large vans screech down the street. 

Within those cars... would be the E88. 

With the emergence of tinkers... technology has boomed somewhat. Cars of today wouldn't look out of place in the 2030s of most other worlds. 

As a result... 

I watch the headlights flash, the breaks screeching as I step out into the middle of the street, I fold my arms behind my head as they slide to a complete stop in my 'kill zone' that I prepared for Oracle beforehand. 

"Hey hey boys. What's the hurry?" I question; my voice being projected loudly from my mask like a megaphone. My mask has a '^.^' face. "Don't you think it's a little late to be out and about?" 

Men dive out of their cars, pointing pistols, rifles, and other assorted weaponry at me. 

My heads-up-display marks them as I raise my hands. "Come now... why so much hostility?" 

Small slots open up on the top of my gauntlets. 

FFT 

Many tiny rockets are shot out, clearing the distance in an instant flying into and popping against the many weapons with flashes of white heat. Miniature thermite reactions weakening the metal. 

I duck to the side as the first volley fires, but there's a lot more damage to them than to me.  

Gun barrels explode, the super-heated and damaged metal being unable to handle the pressure of their bullets. Some of the men let out cries of pain as they clutch bloody fingers. 

A man rushes forwards, a large square shield with the E88 symbol on it. Oh? German flag as well. 

He's quite fast. I'd say he's about... five percent better than a peak human. I can see a glowing aura around him so he's probably charged up... ah... he did get shot at by his allies. 

This is Captain Germany. Kinetic energy manipulator. Stores it like a battery. Unlike Assault of the PRT, he seems to only boost his strength.  

"Oh damn. Off-Brand Assault is here." I observe as he punches towards my face. 

I pivot. Twisting around him and grabbing his arm. 

I toss him with a perfect judo throw, one of the many martial arts I've learned over the months. 

That certainly won't stop him, hell. It only made him stronger. 

He bounces off the ground as I duck back, avoiding a lightning bolt from a man in green and yellow. 

Blitzkrieg. Electrokinetic. 

I turn, fingers brushing against the shield attached to my back, then I hurl it forwards in one smooth movement. 

The grunt and wheeze mixture that leaves his lips as the shield smacks right into his chest makes me smile under my mask. 

"Behind." A voice hisses into my ear. 

I turn, stopping the swipe of a combat knife of a man in an eye-mask. 

There's Everyman. Thinker-trump who can know what a person is capable of when he's at a certain range then copy said skills at an 'adept' level. It's probably only one talent per person, though. regardless that has allowed him to be good at practically everything the people he's near is even slightly trained in. "What the- why can't- where are your talents?!" 

My hand comes up, palm striking the bend in his elbow. 

Everman lets out a howl of pain, elbow bent the wrong way as I send him skidding back with a snap kick, I hold my arm back and allow captain america's shield to connect with my gauntlet, a dull 'crang' of metal hitting metal echoing out as the magnets lock it into place.. 

Captain Germany re-enters the fray as I turn, blocking his haymaker with the shield. 

BOOOOONG 

It's as if someone rung a gong. 

But... Lookie here. His aura was reduced. Does that mean what I think it means? 

I force him back, causing him to let out a grunt of surprise. 

I weave around a flurry of punches, allowing my arms to fall to my sides. 

My shield pings slightly as bullets are shot at us. Any that hit me are absorbed by my shield. Any that hit my opponent just make him stronger. 

"Geez you suck at this." I comment before I step into his guard and punch the edge of the shield into his nose. 

He cradles his face, staggering backwards, letting out a muffled scream. 

"Heh." I huff as I throw the shield down. 'Vibranium's fucking awesome.' 

It bounces off the asphalt and into Captain Germany's chest. 

He is lifted from the ground, flying back a good five feet and landing with a thud as I reach up and snag the shield from the air. 

"They're all down for the count. Blitzkrieg had his sternum fractured, Germany boy has a broken rib, nose, and probably a concussion, and Everyman's still reeling from your kick. It really knocked the wind out of him. Plus the arm." 

"So." I call out, voice echoing. "This is how it's going to go. You guys flee in terror leaving your stuff behind... otherwise..." 

Bweee-BAAAMPH! 

A beam strikes one of the far men in the chest and throwing him off his feet. It looks like he was grabbing a grenade from one of the cars. 

"Otherwise everyone gets one!' 

The fact that their cape muscle got their asses handed to them in a three-v-one seems to have finally tipped them over the edge. They scurry like rats, some clutching wounds, others sprinting as fast as they can as I finally break morale. 

I reach back and pull a grenade off my holster, walk over to everyman who shakily tries to rise to his feet. 

I promptly spin-kick him into Captain Germany then toss the grenade on them both. 

With a puff of yellow foam covers their entire body. With a toss I land a second foam grenade perfectly at Blitzkrieg's writhing form. 

I then turn and walk into an alley... and promptly disappear. 

[Split] 

"You're being followed. It's... her." 

I let out a low hum that isn't picked up by the microphone in my mask. I had it muted as I turned invisible so I could still talk to Lisa even while sneaking around. 

I wordlessly hop up onto a ledge, repulsors carrying me to the roof of the building, and take a seat, gazing down at the mouth of the alley. 

I watch as a hooded girl follows after me, footsteps quiet, she looks around briefly and looks up, freezing. 

"She can see you." 

"I don't need a thinker power to know that, Oracle." I deadpan in response as I cancel my invisibility. 

I watch the girl freeze and slowly lower her stance, fists clenching. 

"She swapped to a brute power. Arms appear weakened. I'm guessing she can strengthen specific parts of her body. She's targeting her legs. Presumably to jump up to you." 

"So." I call out, mask unmuting. "What can I do for you miss stalker?" 

"Where's my sister?" She demands. 

"Who?" My mask offers her a slight blink. 

"You KNOW who. You've got her scent all over you." 

"Scent based tracker power. Noted." 

"Why you looking for her?" 

"..." 

"I want to punch her in her smug face for leaving me behind." The girl growls. "And... and apologize..." 

"..." 

"Put me on." Lisa demands. 

"Fine fine." I scoff under my breath. 

"What do you want?" Lisa's voice echoes out in the alley. 

"I..." I watch the girl flinch slightly before she lets out a weary sigh and looks at the floor she looks conflicted, like she never expected this day to finally come. "I'd like to apologize for what I did. The things I said... you were right. I triggered shortly after you left... mom and dad just wouldn't stop shouting and... suddenly when I woke up, I just... I became the 'golden goose' that they didn't want to lose. So... well... I got good at lockpicking. I learned how to sneak around. And I got good at tracking people." 

Learning trump? 

Learn a skill and eventually it reaches a point where it births a power? Reasonably she only has a few specific 'slots' for those powers. 

"I'm sorry for what I said..." She continues. 

"It was the Captain America selfie, wasn't it?" Lisa blandly asks, I can tell she has a frown. 

 The cloaked woman in front of me seems to briefly buffer, thinking over the question she was just asked, she eventually shrugs. "Yeah, that's pretty much when I figured out where you went." 

"Damn it, Wrench." Lisa grumbles.  

"I understand if you don't want to see me after all I put you through... I just wanted to clear the air." 

"You really just came across the country to apologize?" Lisa asks, likely using that fourth slot power I had given her. 

"Well..." I can hear the girl whisper. "To... be honest I kind of saw... what you had going for yourself here and... well... I'm a little broke." 

"You came here hoping I had money. How typical. It doesn't sound like you changed from how you were back then. All take take take." 

"I don't want HANDOUTS!" The girl hisses. "I was hoping that... I could help out. It's hard to find work and I'm sure as shit not joining the Protectorate. If you don't want me, I'd understand... I'll take the first bus out of Brockton and leave." 

"You looking to backstab us?" Lisa asks point blank. 

"NO!" 

"You going to take your first paycheck and dip?" 

"No! I... I already failed you once before. I want to protect you... like a big sister should!" 

"Huh... she's actually telling the truth on all of this." I can hear quietly echo out in my helmet. "One sec, I'll climb down and meet you guys." 

[Split] 

I lean against the wall of the alley, looking between Lisa and the girl which might as well be her mirror. 

"S-" 

"No real names while in cape attire." Lisa cuts in. 

"What... do I call you? Oracle?" 

"That is my name, yes." Lisa places a hand on her hip, she wears a black featureless mask with a single purple line down the center. The front is stylized like a singular open eye. Otherwise, her tattletale outfit is mostly unchanged. "What about you. What do we call you?" 

"Spoiler..." The girl mutters. 

"Spoiler?" I echo. "Huh. You really are following in her footsteps... Tattletale and Spoiler... what's next? 'Gossip' or 'Snitch'?" 

My witty joke is ignored by the two. 

"I... understand why you left." Spoiler begins slowly. "And... I'm sorry. I... I know what I said was wrong now. You were never at fault S- Oracle. If anyone was... it was me... and our parents. You noticed something was wrong, but we never even blinked! We- we just..." 

She bites her lip briefly, hands clenching, I can see tears faintly prickle in her eyes. "We never noticed. Never gave him the attention... the support he deserved. Then we blamed you, the youngest in the house because we couldn't handle the thought of being even partially responsible... it's... disgusting." 

"So what? You track me down, offer to join me and we're all hunky-dory?" Lisa questions. 

"N-No!" The other blonde stutters. "I... I know you might never forgive me... and that's... understandable. But I'm hoping with time that... maybe we could act like a family again. That we could trust and rely one each other again." 

Lisa crosses her arms as she continues to stare. 

"What's your power do?" Lisa questions. 

"P-Pardon?" Spoiler flinches back slightly. 

"You want a job. You're going to have to earn it. What can you add to the team?" 

"W-Well... I... I can create weak powers." She admits quietly. 

"..." 

"..." 

"..." 

"Explain?" Lisa seems genuinely caught off guard.  

"W-Well... whenever I have a 'challenge' or a 'Goal' I can create an internal voice which can teach me all about how to not fail in that goal? Like... for survival... I'd get a really good survivalist. Telling me what mushrooms are good and what are poisonous, for fighting I might get a pro boxer or a martial artist. The thing is, I gain these like... weak powers in addition to that. With the powers based around the goal or voice in question." 

"So, Butcher Eidolon." I hum. "Neat." 

"N-No!" The girl gasps. "Only one. I can only do one. But I can swap out at will... but creating too many too quickly gives me a headache." 

Lisa looks over to me. 

"Thinker-Trump." She blandly observes. 

"Could be useful. She can cover pretty much anything we could ever dream of." I shrug. "Probably synergizes really well with my power." 

"EVERYONE synergizes with your power." She shoots back. 

"Touche." I snort. 

[Split] 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Posted June 20th, 2008 
"Sup my fellow brocktonites. How's it going? Anyways, I saw the PRT make that press conference about detaining several members of the E88 through the 'assistance of New Wave' and let me just say, good for them. 8 capes down. Captain Germany, Blitzkrieg, Everyman, Cutthroat, Crusader, Blackwing, Machinesmith, and Mother Night (Unrelated to the other E88 cape 'Night'.) so. 8 of 22, right? That's pretty fucking good.  

HOWEVER. I'm taking a little issue with what they have said. 

Now. People who live in BB need no real recap, but to catch those outside up to speed, the E88 and the ABB have been at each other's throats since the E88 attacked Lung on his return to the city with a new recruit, a bomb tinker. This set off a massive gang war as they killed his new pet tinker before he could fully use them. (Honestly, probably for the best as Lung's lieutenant duplicates ALL things he teleports with... such as tinkertech bombs. Thus, REUSABLE tinkertech bombs. Counteracting the ONE downside of having a one-time-use tinker power)  

This gang war escalated with numerous E88 capes driving into ABB controlled sections of the city looking to mass-murder and destroy. They were banking on Lung still being out of it from their earlier confrontation this morning. Of the capes attacking, I think only Hookwolf and his two goons, then Alabaster, Krieg and Victor managed to elude capture. 

Now to my point. The PRT does what the PRT does. The first two letters of their name are the only ones that matter! So. Instead of saying it like it is, giving you all accurate information (As they really should being law enforcement) they decided to downplay the involvement of not only ME, but other independents as well. Bitch of the Ex-Undersiders took down Blackwing, New Wave got Crusader and Cuthroat, so that left Machinesmith and Mother Night for Assault, Battery, and Miss Milita. 

Now. You'll notice that I didn't mention Captain Germany, Blitzkrieg and Everyman. That's because it was ALL me. 

Sure, they might be among the weakest of the E88 lineup- aside from Captain Germany, he just had a REALLY bad matchup and got a DESERVED beating by a certain red white and blue frisbee- but still. They shouldn't blatantly take credit for things they didn't do. 

Anyways, here's a video of me using Captain America's shield to beat up Nazis as god intended. {Link} 

So, like, anyways, WOW I'm cracked. Turns out when you give a Tinker a little over 200 Mil to fuck around with you get a top-tier powerhouse. Who knew! 

Anywaaaays placing bets, how long does it take the E88 to spring their captured capes? The PRT's basically a revolving door. Now. If I wanted to put on my tinfoil hat I'd say that this was intentional as losing access to so many villains gives them less chances to look like heroes, thus lunchbox sales will plummet. But you all know as well as I do that the truth of the matter is that they just have more moles than someone who should be REALLY concerned about skin-cancer. 

I'm betting like... ten days... max. I wonder what Mr. America would say about the prevalence of Nazi's in our country? Y'know, when he just spent the last like 2-4 years showing them the error of the ways at the end of the barrel of a gun." 

xXVoid CowboyXx: 
Replied on June 20th, 2008 
"LOL Get PWNED Captain Germany! America #1!" 

Broctonite3: 
Replied on June 20th, 2008 
"Huh. He did the shield throw thing. I always thought that was a myth. That shield doesn't obey the laws of physics like, at all. Also. BOMB tinker? Jesus fucking christ." 

I'm_HE-88: 
Replied on June 20th, 2008 
"Oh, I see how it is, the second the E88 does something that is convenient to you, you don't even so much as mention it, but we make even one LITTLE mistake you whine and whinge. It's fucking pathetic! WE'RE CLEANING UP THIS CITY AND WE DON'T EVEN GET A FUCKING 'THANK YOU'?!" 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Replied on June 20th, 2008 
"Even a mass murdering serial killer like Jack Slash might occasionally kill a sex offender. Doesn't mean that I want to elect him as the next president, nor that I condone the murder of- at this point- hundreds of thousands of people. Keep up, bud. I took down three of your capes in a 3v1. Pray I don't decide to go for more."