1 Cassandra Nova: A New Multiverse (Patreon)

A/N: Alright, so, I watched the Deadpool & Wolverine movie (it was funny but not exactly a great movie. Lots of critiques, the main one being that it was too rushed, not enough time was given to developing the plot properly, but again, it's just a comedy.) and though I would only give the movie a solid 6/10, there was one part that just blew me away.

And that was Emma Corrin's depiction of Cassandra Nova Xavier, the bbeg(Big Bad Evil Guy for those of you unfamiliar with DnD terms). And let me tell you, holy fucking shit she blew her role out of the water, it was awesome.

Granted, she has a lot of things going for her in terms of my own personal biases. For one, she has a nice british accent, for another, she has a nice long coat and of course her character is stupidly overpowered, all things I love. And she's also my favourite type of villain, in that she isn't overly serious but is definitely a sadistic murderer.

Overall, Cassandra Nova was the best part of that movie, and if you wanna watch it without paying for cinema, it's already on Binge, I'll even link it https://binged.in/watch/movie/533535 or if you don't wanna watch the whole thing, just go on youtube and search Cassandra kills Johnny Storm and you'll see why I fuckin love her.

Also, holy shit I never thought I'd find a bald woman so god damn attractive, but she really works it.

In conclusion, Emma Corrin's Cassandra Nova is perfect, like, Robert Downey Jr's Iron man perfect, and it sucks balls that there isn't more of her out there, so I decided I would do it myself.

This is set after the conclusion to DP&WV and naturally is crossed over with Worm, because at this point I've neglected all other fandoms so badly that Worm is the only one I know and the one that always comes to mind when I think about crossovers.

So yeah, longwinded A/N aside, maybe enjoy? Idk how much more of this I'll write, but it's a long opening chap (10.7k words without A/Ns)

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Cassandra Nova

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Cassandra opened her eyes and found herself frowning. Her mind was fuzzy in a way it hadn't been since the womb, and it takes some time before it cleared enough for her to start remembering.

Right, she thought to herself. The Time Ripper.

A machine created to destroy entire timelines, combining both matter and anti-matter in ways she doesn't entirely understand the specifics of to shred realities into dust. But she didn't need to know how it worked to know how to use it.

And use it she did, her mind spread out across infinite realities, power unchecked. Or at least, that's how it was supposed to be.

You know, with the benefit of hindsight, it may have been a bit of an overreaction on her part to attempt to destroy all realities after a single betrayal.

Not that she regrets her choices of course. If anything, she only regrets that she failed. Really, she can only blame herself for putting any amount of trust in Deadpool of all people. She should have known those annoying mercenaries would screw it up.

How hard could it possibly be for three dozen Deadpools to stall just one Deadpool and one Wolverine? They are all about as close to immortal as anyone can get, with the only exception of that pretty-boy 'Pool. And yet, they couldn't stall a fight for just a single minute longer?

Isn't there some saying about this? She was sent to The Void before she could walk, so she never got to experience the 'real world'. That said, she is older than she looks, and many, many lost souls have found themselves in her domain, and so she has seen much of Earth through the eyes of others.

Ah! She remembers now. It was some human leader or other. She doesn't know who's mind she took the memory from, but she can picture staring at a black and white TV, whereupon some man said "There’s an old saying. Never send a boy to do a man’s job, send a lady."

She has no idea who that man was, or what the context was, but she feels it applies considering the circumstance.

She swears, if she ever sees another Deadpool, she will kill them, his immortality be damned. Worst case, she can simply torture him for as long as it takes for her to bore of it, then she can just bury him in a metal box the size of a football stadium.

He can heal all he wants, but it's not like he is that much stronger than the a normal man. She makes a mental note to check up on the coffin every hundred years anyway if she ever does it, just in case.

Fucking Deadpool. 

She's not even really upset with the Wolverine, maybe a little disappointed, but hardly upset. He was after all just being a 'Hero', as apparently always ends up being his wont, no matter how ill fitting heroics is to a beast like him.

But Deadpool...

Just one more minute. That's all they had to do. Be loyal and do their one job for one. Goddamn. Minute.

But apparently expecting competence from a small army of Deadpools was her mistake. Her last mistake at that. After all, she might not fully understand all the mechanics, but she knows enough about the Time Ripper to know exactly what will happen to any of it's victims.

Complete cessation of existence, a death beyond the crude explanation of atomisation. Anyone killed by it would simply cease to exist throughout all of time and space, there is no recovering, no re-dos, not a single chance of survival.

...So why is she alive?

A small smile crosses her lips as amusement flares up.

This is interesting, she thinks to herself as she sits up and gets to her feet.

She is in some kind of ruined coffee shop. A quick glance shows a layer of dust and a lot of empty space, so the shop likely hasn't been in use for a while. But a lot of the damage seems more recent, as in it occurred in the last five minutes recent.

Meaning her arrival likely wasn't entirely subtle, but going by the general disrepair, she doubts anyone will notice either way. She is either in some apocalyptic world, perhaps similar to The Void, or she is simply in the slums of some city.

She is definitely not in The Void though, she can tell that much, which is honestly rather disheartening. She feels a pang of.. something, in her chest at the thought of The Void being lost to her. It is her home, after all.

Patting herself down, she is pleased to note that her clothing at least survived the trip. She wears a tan trench coat over a pair of slightly darker tan slacks. A white dress shirt tucked into a brown belt and an off-white shoulderless undershirt that has two strips crossing over her collarbone, covering the skin revealed by the three upper buttons of her shirt being undone with an 'X', as a personal bit of mockery to her dear twin.

Personally, she thinks she looks quite good. She especially likes her boots. Tan like her trousers and rising half way up her shin. Much better than those horridly impractical things Earth women seem to favour, 'high-heels', she's confident they are called.

Frankly, she'd rather be barefoot. What is she going to do next? Wear a prom dress? She doesn't even know what a prom is.

Regardless, she reaches into her trench coat's pocket and- Yep, right where she left it.

Grinning, she pulls out that magician's trinket, equips the two-finger ring, and attempts to open a portal to The Void, her home.

And then her smile freezes on her face as sparks appear in the air and refuse to open anything. Frowning, she tries again, aiming for the first Earth that comes to mind, only for nothing to happen. Again.

That is.. curious.

Frowning even more, Cassandra closes her eyes and opens her mind, feeling out reality. Her immense power has always allowed her to understand the world to a greater degree than any other, and her brief contact with the Time Ripper only reinforced that.

So she is able to notice several things are off pretty quickly. First of all, she can not feel any connection to The Void at all. As if it doesn't even exist, which doesn't make any sense already.

Then she notices that the universe has a... different flavour, for lack of a better way to put it.

Wait a minute... But no, that's absurd. Is it though?

The Time Variance Authority like to use batons that supposedly disintegrate its victims, but in truth they only send people to The Void, to her.

So if she were to think of the Time Ripper as an advanced version of their atrociously named Time Sticks, then it is possible that instead of killing her like they all thought it would have, it could have simply sent her somewhere else.

But this is not The Void, clearly. If anything, it just feels like another Earth, but subtly different.

She has a theory, but she's not entirely sure if it's possible. Then again, she imagines that many humans think this way in regards to her Void.

So maybe, maybe, the Time Ripper didn't kill her, or send her to The Void, or even to any known timeline.

Perhaps, it instead sent her to an entirely foreign multiverse. That would certainly be interesting, and the more she feels out the fabric of this new reality, the more confident she becomes in her assumption.

So now the only question is, if this multiverse is as interesting as her own or not? It would be a terrible bore if this new Earth is filled with nothing but mundane humans. In that case she might have to genocide them just for being so terribly boring.

Still, it's curious that this multiverse would have an Earth, or at least what she is assuming is an Earth, just like her own multiverse-

Okay, she is getting semantic satiation now, she's said multiverse too many times and it's starting to sound weird to her. She should probably name them, and since she only knows of two she doesn't want to just go with numbers.

Hmm, what was it he said again? MCU? She has no idea what that Deadpool meant when he said that or what MCU means or stands for, but it works well enough.

Cassandra lets out a sigh. She got side-tracked.

So, if she can't use her trinket to get back to MCU, and this universe doesn't seem to have a Void, then she might as well explore her surroundings.

Decision made, she takes off her magician trinket, puts her hands in her pockets and walks into the street, simply waving her hand to part the boarded up window blocking her path.

She enters into a deserted street. It's night, and the stars in the sky don't match any of the memories she has of the night sky, though there are a few similarities, which has all sorts of interesting connotations.

The street is fairly ramshackle. There is rubbish in the streets, with a couple of piles of bin bags stuffed to overflowing. Only one in four streetlights are still functioning and every third building has holes in the brickwork of varying size. One building is simply a pile of rubble, and they all have numerous bullet holes peppering their sides.

A bit of mess has never been much issue for her, but the smell leaves much to be desired. A glint in an alley catches her eye and she looks over to see a pile of discarded needles.

Shaking her head, she looks over the buildings to where she can see a number of skyscrapers further into the city. Seeing all the light in the distance, she thinks she was probably right about having appeared in some slum.

Shrugging to herself, she decides to walk that way.

It only takes about two minutes before she finds life in a small group of disparate looking men stumbling down the street. Their clothes are mostly dirty, torn rubbish that is clearly scavenged, but there is some uniformity present in that they each have some kind of colourful armband on their biceps.

It brings to mind images of birds getting colourful tags for people to keep track of which is which. She remembers a woman calling herself 'Bird Girl, formally Squirrel Girl', and yes she said that whole thing every time. She told her that scientists had to stop putting colourful tags on birds for some tests because the other birds thought the extra colour was attractive for mating and it kept ruining their tests.

She only remembers all of that because that woman was infuriatingly annoying and far too difficult to kill. Frankly, she was a lot like Deadpool in that manner.

Either way, Cassandra is curious if the colourful tags are a fashion thing or a uniform thing.

Considering her current need for information, she believes that she is about to find out.

And so it is, that Cassandra approaches this group of men with a friendly smile on her face and opens her mouth to begin speaking, remembering Pyro's words about how she should just ask things sometimes.

Only for her to be interrupted before she can even start.

One of the men with a red band and dressed in at least three layers of torn jackets takes a step closer to her and gives her a disgusting once-over before opening his mouth. "The fuck 're you want, ya skinny white Hitler fuckin' skin-head Columbo-in-Afirca-lookin' bitch?"

Cassandra blinks, caught of guard. A beat passes in silence as she simply stares at this.. insect who would insult here. She doesn't even know what a Hitler or a Columbo is.

"That was not very nice," she says, her calm smile still in place and her tone placid. "You should apologise, I might even forgive you if you do."

"Oh god, she's British?" One of the other men says, sending a round of chuckles through the group.

Then the- She's assuming leader, stops laughing and turns back to her and opens his mouth, no doubt with some more vitriolic words on his tongue.

Only, this time she interrupts him by making a gesture with her hand and ripping off all of his skin and muscle in less than a second.

His corpse remains standing for a beat before collapsing into a pile of organs and bones on a steadily spreading pool of blood.

It takes the rest of them a moment to process the sudden death, and she is more than happy to give them that time. She enjoys the way their faces slowly transition from surprise, to shock, to realisation, to horror, and then, finally, fear.

"SHIT!!! Cape!!" Two of them scream in synch before they all turn and scatter, not even trying to fight back.

Disappointing, but unsurprising. She'd like to know what 'Cape' means in this world though, because her understanding of the word certainly doesn't fit the current context.

The group was originally five, now it is four, but she only needs one.

A wave of the hand has one of the runners turn into a pancake of blood, another gesture has the next explode. Another gesture and the third simply melts, turning into a sludge that skids down the street with the momentum his run built up.

For the final man, she simply makes a 'come hither' motion with her fingers and his momentum is reversed and enhanced enough that he almost breaks the sound barrier as he is pulled towards her.

Of course, that means she has to expend the miniscule extra amount of effort to ensure that he doesn't immediately die when she brings his momentum to a stop before her, but she's going to kill him anyway, so she doesn't mind it.

The man starts babbling some gibberish, but he's already had his chance to simple answer her questions. Now she's going to go with her tried and true method of acquiring answers.

Her power brings the man to his knees before her, and with a minor effort, she pushes her hand into his head, using her power to phase through skin and bone and grasp the brain directly without causing any harm.

Inwardly, she feels that familiar feeling of spiteful envy that she has to get her hands dirty to do this, unlike her 'dear' twin who simply needs to think.

Pushing aside that old anger with efficiency borne of experience, Casandra focuses on delving into this man's mind.

She ignores personal memories such as his name, family, hobbies and the like, and instead focuses on that part of the brain that stores information so deeply that you don't even think about it, the subconscious actions.

From there, she learns why he called her a Cape. It turns out this world does have humans with powers, though whether they are mutants or not she couldn't say. This man isn't exactly a scientist.

But he knows enough to know that in this world, people with power are split into Heroes and Villains, and Rogues too but they barely seem to be an afterthought. However, Parahumans, as they are known here, are colloquially known as Capes, in reference to how comic book Superheroes wear capes.

Other than the disappointingly poor naming sense of this world, she learns some other interesting tidbits. Such as the fact that this city, Brockton Bay, has something of a gang problem.

Apparently, these men belonged to a 'gang' calling themselves Merchants. Really they just seem to be homeless druggies that have banded together. Wasn't there some movie about ants and crickets or something? It doesn't matter.

The Merchants seem to be insignificant. Even this guy, who is a member, inwardly feels that his 'gang' is insignificant, even if he has lied to himself enough to ignore that feeling.

Other than them, there is an ABB, short for Azn Bad Boys, which, again, terrible naming convention. Apparently their leader is a dragon though, which is very interesting. She has never had a pet dragon before, and until this very moment she never realised how badly she wanted one.

Then there is also an E88, short for Empire Eighty-Eight, which, again, naming. Granted, it's a lot simpler, so it's not as bad, but eighty-eight? Did your 'empire' fall eighty-seven times so far?

Lastly there is a PRT, short for Protectorate? But then what do the 'R' and the 'T' stand for? She'll have to find someone less addicted to drugs and sleeping in cardboard boxes for better information.

However, more interesting than the city is the world itself. Not necessarily in the differences, but in the similarities. It truly is just like the Earths she knows, but there are just so many little inconsistencies. It leaves some wonderfully curious questions about the nature of reality.

After all, she is in all likelihood currently in a reality beyond anything anyone in MCU could even fathom existing, and yet there are still similarities.

She wonders if there are an infinite number of multiverses, just as MCU possesses an infinite number of universes. What would that even be called though? An omniverse? 

Curious and curiouser.

However, the most exciting thing in this fools mind is a vague memory, shrouded in a deep layer of terror and clouded by years of drugs and a mind desperate to forget.

It's difficult to pull the memory to the surface, and she's certain it's the last thing she's going to be able to get from the man, as he seems to be dying from the minor effort she has to put in to bring this memory to the surface.

But what. A. Memory it is.

There is a burning city, smoke is blocking out the sun and ash fills the street, limiting vision and choking the life out of everything struggling to survive.

And in the distance, is a giant deformed humanoid figure, entirely silhouetted by the smog except for a giant eye in the centre of it's head, glowing with fire and wrath.

The eye turns and for a brief moment meets her own, and a single word filters through the man's mind and into her own.

Behemoth.

Cassandra lets out a gasp as the world snaps back into place and she frowns down at the man, only to realise that he is dead, with his liquified brain matter leaking out of his eyes, ears and nose.

"Ew," Cassandra mutters to herself as she pulls her hand out of his head and shakes it lightly. At the same time, she gestures to the side with her other hand and the man launches across the street and turns into a nice fresh coat of red paint across some wall.

"Well then," she states to herself as she resumes her walk. "What to do. I don't know how to make another Time Ripper, and even if I did, this universe doesn't feel like it even has a Void, as baffling and nonsensical as that sounds, so I can't really be sure I would survive it even without a pair of regenerating irritants screwing things up for me. So, what to do?"

She continues walking as she ponders on this.

She feels that the simplest answer is to create a new Void. It should be possible, probably. She'd need to study how this reality functions, if the laws of physics are all the same, if time and space branches and splits in a similar manner.

So, that option is on the table, but will take a lot of time to accomplish no matter what, so it's more like a distant goal than an immediate answer.

There's always the option of just treating this Earth as a new Void. It's not like it would be particularly challenging for her to conquer a single world. The only question then is if this universe has some version of the TVA, or any other kind of inter-dimensional authority that would take exception to her actions.

Not that she would feel particularly threatened by such an organisation. The TVA only continued to exist because she allowed it to after all. If not for those thrice damned irritants, she would have annihilated the entirety of MCU and ruled a Void of All Things as its Goddess.

Still, they can be annoying. 

At the very least, she needs to secure some basic necessities. Shelter, tea, henchmen if possible. Of course, she can create shelter and even tea with her power, and she obviously doesn't need henchmen, especially considering how useless the last lot turned out to be.

But it's not about need, it's about want. She shouldn't have to use her power to provide basic necessities like that. And she does enjoy having people obey her whims like obedient little puppies fearing the whip.

She is distracted from her ponderings when she notices a small plume of fire a short distance away, only really visible due to the lack of ambient light.

Having literally not a single better thing to do at the moment, Cassandra decides to investigate.

Bringing her hands out of her pockets, she opens her palms face down and her power pushes her into the sky. She doesn't technically need to make any kind of gestures to use her power, but it certainly makes the whole process easier. Or perhaps more comfortable would be more accurate.

Either way, it only takes a couple of moments for her to arrive at the scene, and she finds a grin growing on her face at the sight below her.

It seems that she might be getting that pet dragon after all.

Below her, there is a man who seems to be halfway through transforming into a dragon, bathing himself in fire as a swarm of insects do their damndest to bite him.

The fresh memories inside her head tell her that she is witnessing a 'Cape fight', and her eyes find a slim figure in a dark skin-tight suit standing on a rooftop next to the half dragon.

She feels it's safe to assume they are the one controlling the bugs.

Hm, isn't there a saying about ants killing dragons? She's not sure about that, she just has some vague sense of familiarity.

Oh well, it's hardly important.

Flexing her will, Cassandra drops from the sky and lands right next to the bug controlling girl.

"Hello there," Casandra greets, a polite smile on her face and her hands in her coat's pockets, one of them idly thumbing the portal ring that she never did get the name for.

The girl yelps and metaphorically jumps out of her skin, taking a quick two steps back towards the centre of the roof, leaving standing Cassandra between both of the 'Capes'.

She wonders if the girl consciously made the decision to put Cassandra between herself and her enemy, or if it was a coincidence.

"Who are you?" The girl demands, suddenly a lot more composed.

"Hmmm," Cassandra glances about at the swarm of bugs, feeling the girl's mind spreading out through them all. That's a neat trick to keep her emotions in check. It also means she could likely enter her mind to some degree just by touching a bug that she is connecting to, which is helpful, she supposes. 

"My name is Cassandra Nova," she eventually answers. "I was simply passing by when I came across the most interesting sight of a dragon fending off a swarm of insects. Now, I as I am from out of town and only just arrived in this city today, I find myself unsure of the situation at hand. Would you mind explaining the situation to me? You can start by introducing yourself."

"Is that your actual name?" The girl asks, seeming disbelieving, making Cassandra frown.

She quite likes her name. Except for the Xavier part, hence why she doesn't use it.

"Yes?" Cassandra answers with a smile, not showing her displeasure at all. "Is there something wrong with my name?"

"No, it's just, you're a Cape, right? Should you really be exposing your secret identity like that?"

Ah, so that's what it is, it's just a cultural thing. Cassandra's smile becomes a little less fake with this misunderstanding cleared up. "I am not one for wearing masks. I refuse to hide who I am or feel any shame for my abilities. I am who I am, and I am not going to pretend to be someone else or wear a fake name."

That time she wore that magician's skin doesn't count as wearing a mask. It's not like anyone didn't know who it was under his skin, and that was just because he annoyed her anyway. Damn wizard actually hurt her. He was almost a challenge. Better than Magneto at least.

"Anywho. My earlier question, if you would? In summary if you please." She states, as she feels the dragon man, now more dragon than man, getting both bigger and paying more attention to their direction.

"Right, uh, I haven't actually picked a name yet, but uh, I'm a Hero, even if my costume doesn't look very heroic. It was supposed to be better but by the time I realised it was starting to look so villainous it was already too far done and- Never mind, uh right. I was just doing a patrol and I came across Lung and I was going to just leave because Lung is like, the most powerful Cape in the city and I can't fight that, but then I overheard him saying he was planning on killing some kids and I couldn't just leave then, so, uh, here we are.. I guess."

It's rather amusing how the girl's voice remains completely calm and steady, even when her words come across as if she should be nervously stuttering. It's certainly a unique manner of speech, and it also proves that she is still feeling her teenage nervousness, even if she doesn't seem like it.

"You don't really strike me as the heroic type," Cassandra honestly responds. "But I suppose saving the youth is moral enough that one doesn't really have to be a Hero to feel moved."

She doesn't really feel the same, but it's an emotional response she's seen enough times to understand that it's pretty standard package for humans to feel extra protective of the youth.

Really, it doesn't make any sense to her. Logically, it should be more tragic if an old person dies than a baby, right? After all, adults have their whole lives going on, dreams, jobs, loved ones and a lifetime of memories.

What does a baby have? They basically don't exist. They have no memories, no connections to anything. They don't even know a language, or how many fingers they have. So what exactly does a baby lose when it dies?

And why should the parents care? It's not like babies are difficult to make, they can just make a new one. It's even an enjoyable experience, at least the making part anyway.

She never really indulged much in sex, and she certainly hasn't given birth, but still, you'd think people would mourn losing a limb, something that would actually effect their day to day lives, more than they would losing a baby.

If a human loses their legs then they will never walk again, their entire life would become more difficult. If they lose their baby, then their life just goes back to how it was before the baby, and then they can have another one if they missed it so much, or just adopt if they're impatient.

"Behind you!!" Bug-Girl yells, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Hm?" Is all Cassandra gets to say before a large, clawed hand grabs her upper torso, sharp, flame-clad claws digging into her flesh.

Placidly, she glances down at the fingers wrapped around her, and then she feels herself getting picked up, no doubt with the intention of slamming her back down.

Weird, she just got déjà vu.

The dragon- Right, it's name is Lung, which, and she feels like it's redundant at this point, but awful naming sense. Who names themselves after an organ? Is there a Pancreas 'Cape' too?

Honestly. Ridiculous.

Lung tries to slam her into the roof like she thought he would, but his hand disconnects from his wrist when he makes his attempt, and Cassandra lands smoothly on her feet, the hand holding her loosening and falling to the roof.

Casually taking a step forward, Cassandra spins around while waving one hand over her torso, making all the stains and damages disappear, while with her other hand she points a finger at Lung.

"Bad boy." Her finger flicks down and as if gravity multiplied many times over, Lung, and a semi-circular portion of the building, collapse straight down to street level and crack the pavement.

Then, she rotates her wrist and flicks her finger up, launching Lung right back to their level before flicking the finger back down. She repeats that a few times, slamming him into the ground over and over again, just as he intended to do to her.

Lung continues to grow more draconic as she does so, but it doesn't change anything, since other than getting bigger, there's no real change. If he is getting any stronger with the increased mass, she barely notices it.

But that's to be expected really. This man is nothing compared to Alioth, the only being she has ever met that could even be close to being considered an equal in power.

It doesn't take that long for her to get bored though, and soon enough she brings the dragon man back up to eye level, noting that he seems to be about to start growing wings, and brings his head closer, preparing to finish the job.

But then, for the first time in her life, she hesitates.

A frown mars her face at this. She has never hesitated before, so why now?

No. She knows why. It's because of that damn Wolverine. His words never truly left her head. Granted, it was only a couple of hours ago that she heard them, but still. It's annoying.

Then again, there literally could not be a more 'fresh start' than what she is living right now. There is no Void, no TVA, there might not even be any mutants beside herself. No one here knows her, she has no reputation, no territory, no belongings or allies or anything at all.

Great, she thinks, sighing to herself, Now I'm starting to relate to a Deadpool. What a horrible day to be alive.

So, what, is she going to be a Hero? That would certainly make the Wolverine happy, if only for the sake of how ironic it would be. And who knows, maybe her dear twin would even approve. 

She almost kills everyone around her at the mere idea that she would do anything for Charles' sake. But she refrains. Not out of sentiment, or any kind of moral conundrum.

But because she's figured out why she is hesitating.

It's not that she's suddenly had a paradigm shift out of nowhere, she is still who she is and she will likely never change. No, the answer is a lot more palatable than that.

It is just.. simple curiosity.

What could possibly be so great about being a 'Hero' that a Deadpool, of all people, would go through so much effort just to be one? What exactly is it that made her dear twin want to live such an ignoble life. What is it like, to be a Hero?

She isn't desperate for these answers like that Deadpool was, but she will admit that she is awfully curious.

After all, it was their desire to be a Hero that 'killed' her. Is it really surprising that she would be curious about the very thing that should have brought about her demise?

And here she now finds herself in a world chock full of Heroes and even more Villains, where no one knows anything about her. She's not going to get a more convenient opening as this, and really, there is nothing stopping her from just quitting if it turns out to be too unbearable.

She changes her mind about things all the time, she's mercurial like that.

Eh, fuck it. Might as well see what it's like. If anyone tries to put her in colourful spandex she will sink their nation.

Sighing at the fact that she won't be able to get a pet dragon if she is going to play Hero, Cassandra flicks her hand away and launches Lung across the street and into a building faster than a bullet.

An appreciative whistle behind her has Cassandra turning around to the sight of Bug-Girl standing on one side of the roof and three mutant lizard dog things on the other side, each carrying a passenger, two passengers in one case.

Front and centre is the monster dog carrying a pair of boys, the smaller of whom looks like he is straight out of the Renaissance, opera mask and all, while the other is a bulkier guy is exuding some black smoke and wearing motorcycle leathers with a skull helmet.

To the right is a bulky girl wearing a fur-collared leather jacket and a cheap looking dog mask, and on the other side is an athletic looking blonde girl in a form fitting suit, wearing a foxy grin and a domino mask.

Cassandra's eyes land on the blonde, as she was the one who whistled, and she tilts her head in question.

"That's some impressive telekinesis you've got there my bal- Eep!" She cuts herself off mid-word with a yelp, and her expression rapidly pales, her body language going from friendly and confident to a barely restrained desire to flee. Cassandra is quite familiar with that emotion.

"Is something the matter, Stranger?" Cassandra asks, and the other three riders are looking at the blonde now, who rapidly shakes her head.

"N-nope! Everything is fine! I just, uh, don't worry about it. Ahem, what I was saying was that your telekinesis is pretty impressive to be able to manhandle Lung like that, how come I haven't heard of you before? I wouldn't have thought someone as powerful as you would go unnoticed for long, especially if you don't plan on wearing a mask."

"Yeah," the skinny boy chimes in, either not noticing or choosing to ignore the frantic gestures the blonde starts making his way, "'specially with you lookin' so recognisable. Don't know a lot- Actually, I don't know any bald women. That said, damn gurl, I never thought I'd find a bald girl hot but damn do you work it. Since you're already slaying the dragon, you wanna finish the fairy tale and spirit away a prince?" He finishes with an exaggerated wink.

The blonde girl looks like she's about to pass away, which is certainly interesting, but Cassandra ignores her. Instead, she just lets out a laugh, grinning quite a genuine grin.

"Well, aren't you a charmer," she teases right back, "but don't you think introductions go before any grand deeds of courtship?"

Mr Renaissance goes to answer, but his words turn into a wheeze as the guy in front of him elbows his side.

"Yeah, you've got a poin-" He is unfortunately cut off by a rather loud roar, courtesy of a certain dragon.

Sighing to herself at yet another interruption happening, Cassandra turns to the side, not willing to do yet another one-eighty, and looks at Lung from the side of her eye.

He is pretty much just a dragon now. Any human features have completely disappeared under silver scales.

The dragon turns to them and roars again, making Cassandra's eyebrow twitch.

"Oh will you be quiet," she says before flicking a finger up.

Following her motion, Lung blurs straight up, and within moments he is little more than a speck in the sky, only visible in the dark thanks to the fire trailing after him like an inverse meteor.

Clapping her hands, she turns her attention back to the.. rooftop full of teenagers. God, she hopes this isn't a world where only teenagers can have superpowers. Because screw being a Hero, if she has to interact solely with teenagers than she is going to crack this Earth in half and move on to the next.

"So! Now that the distractions are absent, I do believe we were introducing ourselves?" She cheerily states, dragging their attention away from the sky and back to her. Except for the blonde girl, who's attention never left her and who seems even more afraid than before, though she's clearly trying to hide it.

She wonders what that's about, but refrains from finding out. Ultimately, it's unimportant, and it wouldn't be very 'heroic' to rifle around in her brain.

"Shall I start then? If no one else wants to?"

///

Lisa

///

"My name is Cassandra Nova, it is nice to make your acquaintance."

Lisa barely hears the words that the terrifying bald woman said, over her steadily growing feeling of panic.

Doesn't care about us. Doesn't care about anyone. Is reluctantly holding back from killing everyone.

Yes, thank you power. The terror would have started to fade if you didn't keep reminding her why it is there in the first place. Ever since she triggered, her power has never felt so urgent as when she almost called the woman her 'bald friend' as it practically screamed at her that she would die if she said that.

Apparently she's already been insulted today about her appearance, and wouldn't take kindly to another mention of it so soon after. And considering what her power implied about the fates of those who insulter her, she is definitely glad she managed to bite her tongue.

And then fucking Alec started running his mouth. She can only thank god that he decided to be flirty instead of insulting, otherwise she thinks they'd be having a very different interaction right now. Though, she can kind of get it.

This Cassandra- Her real name. No secret identity. Despises the idea of hiding anything about herself. -really does pull off bald like she never thought would be possible for a woman. She thinks it's the eyebrows.

But it's hard to even recognise how attractive the woman is when she is barely keeping from pissing herself with how closely they are all unknowingly towing the line of death, just one wrong word and she could kill them all with a gesture.

"No secret identity?" Brian, the idiot, asks, making Lisa's entire body freeze as she waits for Nova to kill him for implying that she would need to hide.

But the worst does not come to be, as the woman just chuckles lightly. "No. No secret identity. I find the idea that I should have to hide my identity, as if I should feel ashamed to wield my gifts, incredibly insulting. Besides, I'm new to town anyway, so in a way, my identity is currently a secret only known by those here right now."

Is not American. Upper-class British accent. Is not British. Is not from this Earth. Dimensional refugee? No. Is not from any Earth. Is not a Parahuman. Is not human. Alien? No. Is-

Lisa violently shuts down her power and does her best not to express the growing migraine hammering against her skull.

Great. The overpowered psycho is some kind of extra-dimensional not-alien alien thing who is barely holding herself back from geocoding the entire human race.

They were supposed to be dealing with a rage dragon! Not this shit! Since when was tangling with fucking Lung supposed to be the preferable option!

Brian continues, not noticing her growing panic. "Right, well you do you I guess. We can't really give our identities out like that though, so I'm Grue, over there is Bitch, she chose the name. That's Tattletale," She nearly jumps out of her skin at the mention of her name, but Brian doesn't notice, "And last and most certainly least, this idiot is Regent."

"Fuck you," Regent answers with a laugh that shows he doesn't actually mind.

"Together," Brian continues, ignoring Alec, "We are The Undersiders."

With his introduction done, their attention all falls on the only other person on the roof, who doesn't seem to react at all to their gazes.

Controls insects. I pushing emotions into swarm. Shy. Very nervous.

Lisa cuts her power off there. The girl's emotional dumping will make her more difficult to read, and frankly, Lisa needs all of her juice for the- Whatever the fuck she is.

"I'm new, so I haven't actually picked a name yet. It's kinda difficult to come up with a bug-themed name that doesn't sound villainous."

The girl finishes speaking and if she could control her body right now, Lisa would have face-palmed.

Wants to be a Hero. Was fighting Lung alone. Didn't think she would win. Subconsciously wanted to die. Doesn't realise she was fighting to protect Villains.

Oh god.

"I knew an Inspector Insector once," Nova chimes in, making everyone stare at her and Alec giggle like a girl.

Killed Inspector Insector. Cut him into pieces and formed the pieces into insects that were fed to birds. Killed him because his name annoyed her.

A low whine leaves Lisa's throat.

"Oh! I know!" Alec's cheery voice follows Nova's. "Scorpion Queen!"

Remembers The Scorpion King being a cool movie.

"Litterbug," Nova happily states.

Turned Litterbug into a bowling ball and used his body to execute people lined up as pins. Crushed him into a marble and lost him. Killed all of her followers for losing it.

"Arachnophobia," Alec follows.

Thinks he's funny.

"Humbug."

Starved him. Forced him to eat nothing but insects until he died from dehydration.

"Flik."

A bug in a move he barely remembers.

"Madame Web."

Was strung up by her own webs. Left to hang over a pit of starved dogs that leaped at her to tear off whatever they could. Her veins were closed every time to stop her from bleeding out. She was eaten alive, slowly. Suffered for days.

"Charlotte."

From Charlotte's Web

"Silk."

Forced her to fight her henchmen to save her lover. Killed her lover in front of her anyway when she won. Shattered her mind and kept her around to replace all the lost henchmen.

"Hive."

Wants to give one decent suggestion.

"Arana."

Convinced her to work for her. Died fighting for Nova. Thought Nova would save her. Nova laughed when she died.

"Arana?" The girl being named interrupts.

"It means Spider in Spanish," Nova explains. "I once had a subordinate with the name. She was quite competent."

"Well, no offence but that's way better than the other suggestions, so for ease of communication, lets just go with that for now?"

"Fair enough," Brain acknowledges, even as Alec pouts at the fun ending. "Uh, what were we talking about? Kinda got distracted there."

"Oh, I know," Alec says in that voice he uses when he wants to enjoy a dose of schadenfreude. Lisa's bad feeling somehow grows even worse, but she is too paralysed by the very real threat of death to do anything to stop him from opening his stupid mouth. "Scorpion Queen, was just telling us about how much of a Hero she is. Pretty ballsy thing to do when surrounded by Villains, eh? Respect."

Arana twitches but otherwise doesn't physically respond to Alec's casual taunt. Though, the insects around them start buzzing at a greater intensity, belaying her feelings.

However, Lisa doesn't notice any of that. Her entire world falls away until all she can se is Cassandra Nova, standing there with one immaculately raised eyebrow.

"Who said that I am a Villain?" She asks, and Lisa wants to cry.

Spontaneously decided to try out being a Hero. Doesn't think she will last long. Can't be convinced to change course by anyone but herself. Will arrest them now that she knows they are Villains. Will kill them if they annoy her. Will break them if it's convenient.

Shit fuck.

Alec raises a brow at her in turn, ignoring the growing tension. "Uhuh," he says in a tone that shows exactly how much he believes her. "I saw that look in your eyes when you were smacking Lung around like a disobedient ginger step-son."

"I'm branching out, as it were," is Nova's quick response. "So, I suppose the question is if you would be willing to save be the effort of beating you up and just wait with me for the local authorities to come pick you up?"

Will shatter all of their legs so they can't run away. Will kill the dogs. Is only willing to spare them because she thinks it's what Heroes are supposed to do. Doesn't understand empathy. Hasn't heard about Heroes saving animals. Assumes people care about animal lives as little as she does.

"Yes! We surrender!" Lisa immediately agrees before anyone else can say anything, not hesitating to raise her arms and slide off of Judas.

Under the surprised gazes of everyone else, she goes straight to her knees and plants her hands behind her head.

"Tats!" Brian hisses at her, "What the fuck!?"

"Just shut the fuck up and trust me here will you!" She hisses right back, far too drained to bother with her normal playfulness. "She's Triumvirate tier easily! And that's without even considering the fact that her telekinesis isn't fucking Manton Limited!! We can't beat her, we can't escape, and all we'll get for trying is broken bones! So yes! We are surrendering!"

Panting, Lisa realises everyone is staring at her. More importantly, Nova is staring at her.

She averts her eyes and prays to every god she can remember for safety.

///

Cassandra Nova

///

Gazing curiously at the surrendering girl, Cassandra contemplates her words. This Tattletale seems to have some degree of understanding of her abilities that she should not possess.

Obviously, her 'Cape power', what do they call them here? Just powers? She's not sure if there are different types of powers though. Doesn't matter. The point is that the girl's power is clearly some kind of information gathering.

It's not telepathy, Cassandra would have noticed if someone was brushing against her mind. It's also unlikely to be clairvoyance. So perhaps a simple mental enhancement? Maybe with a touch of clairvoyance to help it along?

Seems useful, though she doesn't understand why the girl would be out here with a purely information based power. Wouldn't it make more sense for her to stay behind with a computer or something? What would she have done against Lung? Told him how his power works before he eats her?

Shrugging, she turns to the other 'Undersiders' and gives them a smile. "Well? Your friend has the right idea. Will you follow her lead?"

"Shit, I saw how you treated Lung, and I'm no stranger to a bit of bondage-play," Regent irreverently replies as he slides off his ride. She gets the feeling he is something of a sociopath.

"Regent!" Grue hisses at his second smartest teammate.

And the next thing she knows, her vision is full of teeth.

"Bitch no!" Tattletale yells, and is ignored.

The other girl is apparently less into surrendering peacefully, attested to by her snarling and the the monster dog thing- Seriously what the hell are these things -Currently trying to bite her in half.

"This city sure is full of impolite people. No manners whatsoever."

One of her arms is inside of the beast's mouth, so she first opens said hand wide, and a burst of force the animal's jaw snaps open, a nice crunching sound letting her know that that jaw is likely never going to be the same again.

Not that she cares.

Another gesture and the animal is launched backwards without its rider, off of their building and over the next before falling out of sight with a loud crash. She doesn't know how durable those things are, but she doesn't care either.

Meanwhile, the rider, Bitch, a name she now finds apt, simply falls to the roof with a scream, not of pain, but of, well.. She's not entirely sure of the emotion, but it was more about the animal than herself.

Ew is she a zoophile? Gross.

"Fuck you!" Bitch yells as she charges at her, and Nova just keeps her same smile.

Grue tries to send a cloud of darkness to cover Bitch, but she just flicks her wrist and that problem stops being a problem. Then she flicks a hand down at Bitch and sends her crashing into the ground.

The other two animals prove themselves to be as stupid as one would expect of an animal by following their presumed master. Another flick has both of them meeting the same fate as the other animal, and one last gesture has both of Bitch's legs snapping in third, a clean break on both the big bones.

With that done, her attention turns to Grue, who doesn't seem very happy. But he does do the smart thing and slowly raises his hands and falls to his knees.

That makes her smile even more. If she were a proper Hero, her smile would be because she has apprehended a group of Villains. But in truth, she is just enjoying the sight of them kneeling. Especially that Tattletale girl, the fear she is feeling.. She can practically taste it.

Tattletale shivers, which makes her chuckle.

Ignoring the pained whimpers of Bitch, Cassandra looks down at herself and the bloody bite mark covering her torso. She really should probably have better situational awareness.

It probably says something about her that she's been stabbed more times in the back than the front. But at the same time, it's not like it matters if she is caught off-guard.

After all, other than those damnable helmets, that shouldn't even exist in this reality, she really doesn't have any weaknesses, and she can recover from any wound. Hell, she spent a while as a mass of cells after she was born, thanks to her dear brother trying to kill her in the womb.

Granted, she tried to kill him first, but at least she jut used her umbilical cord to strangle him. Using powers in the womb was not very fair. Still, she survived, grew, and was subsequently banished to The Void by the TVA.

Hell, she survived the full force of the Time Ripper for a bit. Sure, she didn't survive it for long, but it had the power to destroy all of reality, so being able to fight back against it at all is still pretty impressive.

And well, she is alive still.

Shaking her head clear of useless thoughts, Cassandra spreads her mind out, searching for all the nearby life. It doesn't take too long to find what she was looking for, that being a humanoid lifeform rapidly approaching their area.

That would either be villainous reinforcements, which would just mean more heroing for her to do, or it is the local authorities, which would be convenient.

She doesn't really know what she's supposed to do with the Villains now she's caught them.

All she really knows about being a Hero is that they fight 'bad guys' and that they avoid killing people whenever possible. She doesn't even really know what constitutes as a 'bad guy'. So far she's just going off of the idea that if she thinks she could have convinced them to work for her in The Void, then they were probably 'bad guys'.

She is apparently a pretty good metric for what a 'bad guy' is. It does often seem as if Charles got all the good and she got all the bad.

Mentally shrugging, Cassandra turns to the street and makes a low gesture forward. By her will alone, the building they are standing on starts to move, the roof slowly moving into the street and lowering down as the rest of the building bends and moves to accommodate.

In no time at all, the building has turned into a single staircase, with her standing on the lowest step that used to be the roof. With a smile, she takes that final step onto the street and turns back to the others, nodding at how the 'Villains' don't seem like they are going to try anything.

Regent catches her eye and blows her a kiss. He's fun.

Finally, her eyes fall on her 'fellow Heroine'. 

Waving her over, Arana closes the distance, feeling some mix between nervous and awed.

"So, Arana. The authorities are to be here any moment now. Will you be staying? It would likely be a convenient way to introduce yourself as a Hero, but I can understand if you wouldn't want to be involved in something as chaotic as all of this. It would likely draw some attention to you that you might not be ready for. Whatever your choice, as a fellow Hero, I will support it, and I'd be happy to just pass along a message for you if you'd prefer that."

God, being this considerate is tiring, how do they do it all the time? Still, it's only mostly fake, not entirely. She does still want some henchmen to order around, but if she's going to be a Hero then the only way to have that is to have a team of Heroes subordinate to her.

This Bug-Girl could be a good enough start for that. Her power is pretty pathetic, but so have all the other powers she's seen so far.

"Um, I don't think I'm ready to meet a Hero yet- I mean! Another Hero. Like, one that I've seen on TV and stuff, is what I meant. Not when I don't even have a proper name yet."

She chuckles at the girl's floundering. "Don't worry, I understand." She doesn't. "Why don't you just go home then and think up a name for yourself before you next go out in costume. Personally, I think this whole fake name thing is a bit silly, but I'm noticing my opinion is the minority. I'll let the good lawmen know that there is another new Hero about and give them your description just in case to avoid any misunderstandings in the future."

"Ah, yeah, I didn't even think about that. They would probably just assume I'm a Villain and attack outright, so, uh, yea. Thanks. Uhm, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go now."

Putting action to word, Bug-Girl turns on her heel and starts a brisk walking exit.

A big part of Cassandra wants to shove her hands in these kids' brains, both to learn more about this world, and also because she can feel some kind of something in their brains that she is incredibly curious about.

Doubly so since she's only felt it so far in these 'Capes', so it's likely it's related to their powers.

She didn't even notice it until she pushed Bitch down.

Alas, shoving her hands in people's brains would probably not be considered very 'heroic'. Yet another mental sigh is had. Being a Hero comes with so many restrictions, she's not any closer to understanding why her twin was so gung-ho about this whole thing.

Once more she finds herself being brought out of her thoughts by an approaching noise, this time being that of a rumbling engine.

Glancing down the street, she watches as a blue motorcycle slows to a stop a short distance away, allowing for a man in a full suit of blue armour to dismount.

He has a focused frown on the only visible part of his body, his lower face, the rest of his face being covered by a 'V' shaped visor. He also pulls out a halberd as he approaches. Three guesses as to the halberd's colouring, and the first two don't count.

Seriously, it's too much blue. God, it's reminding her of this old Egyptian mutant she met once, En Sabah Nur. He was an annoying one, all arrogance and overconfidence. It was honestly a pleasure killing him. It's only a shame she only ever met one of him, she'd have loved to have killed him again. Really savour the experience the second time, instead of rushing it again.

"Are you in need of medical aid?" Blue Robot's gruff, almost monotone voice drags her out of her thoughts, again.

"No. Why do you ask?"

He gestures over his own chest, and she looks down at herself and sees her shirt covered in blood from numerous holes.

"Ah." She simply states. "Well, don't you worry about that." A wave of her hand over her body and all the blood and tears disappear, leaving her pristine once more. "Instead, how about you focus on these dastardly Villains I have captured?"

Regent makes claws with his hands and mimes a roar. She gives him a wink, he deserves the acknowledgement.

"The Undersiders." Blue-Boy states after glancing over the Villains, his gaze pausing momentarily on Bitch. "Then you would be a Hero. Why are you not wearing a mask? And where is Lung? I originally came here in response to a report of his presence."

"My my, so demanding," she shakes her head disapprovingly. "You could do with being more personable. Indeed, I am a Hero, as you say," it feels strange to say that, "I am not wearing a mask because I do not want to. As for lung, he-"

Splat!

Four feet to her side, a significantly less draconic man chooses that moment to crash into the ground, bouncing once and splattering blood everywhere around him.

"-Is right there," she continues as if he was just there the whole time.

"Why did Lung just fall from the sky?" Blue-Boy demands.

"I don't know," she immediately answers.

"Look at him! He could be dead! Did you kill him!?"

This guy seems like exactly the kind of guy she would have tortured to death within a minute of meeting him back in The Void.

"I only made him go up. Him going down is between him and gravity. Besides, he had wings, I assumed he could fly." She didn't assume that. "Regardless, are you going to arrest these Villains or not?"

"This is a serious situation." He states instead. "Incidents like these are why we work under regulations, to ensure that we have the proper training and understanding of our powers to avoid causing unwanted harm. As a member of The Protectorate-"

"Yes yes, I'm sure you have a most wonderful speech, but I actually do not really care. I'm not much of a joiner you understand. I'm also categorically unwilling to dress up like a circus freak and call myself Professor Star Spangle Thinks-a-Lot Munroe Jr, so please save the recruitment pitches for the young and impressionable."

Regent laughs. Blue-Boy doesn't. Shocker.

"Being a solo Cape brings with it a lot of danger," he continues as if she said nothing. Regent lets out an obnoxiously loud yawn. "There is safety in-"

"I do hate to repeat myself, so I won't reject you again. That said, I will point out that the man who's health you purported to be concerned over is likely bleeding out while you are here starting arguments."

"I am not starting arguments."

"Yet here you are, propagating one instead of doing your job? Truly, the Hero is shining through today." Does this world just have different standards for what makes a Hero or is this guy an exception to the rule?

Because by god if all the other Heroes are like this... Well, it's getting pretty redundant at this point, but yes, she would kill them all.

Blue-Boy looks like he wants to respond to her taunting, but he just sets his chin and stomps over to Lung's body.

Seriously, what are you, a petulant child? How pathetic.

Cassandra sits down on the air as she watches Blue-Boy work. The first thing he does is flip Lung onto his back and check for a pulse, which he surprisingly seems to find. He does some basic first aid, and she figures out why he is so cavalier when she notices some of Lung's wounds ever so slowly closing.

Ah, so he's a regenerator too.

At least he's only a weak one.

With that done, he moves over to The Undersiders and cuffs them all behind their backs, even Bitch. Then he steps to the side and holds a finger up to his ear. Presumably, he is making a call.

Meanwhile, Cassandra is feeling kind of lost.

She beat up the bad guys, turned them over to the Heroes and probably didn't even kill anyone. Those earlier guys don't count, because she wasn't a Hero when she did it.

So, now what is she supposed to do? Is she just supposed to make a dramatic exit? Or should she be waiting for something? She never thought she'd regret not paying more attention to all the memories of heroics she ignored when diving through the minds of various Heroes.

Eventually, Blue-Boy marches up to her once more.

"I believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot," he states, his tone still barely above monotone. "I am Armsmaster, leader of the Protectorate East-Northeast."

East-Northeast? She tried to picture it, before remembering that she has no idea where that is. All she really knows about her current location is that it is on an Earth, in a U.S. and on a coast.

How big is this country? She has no idea. Is it important globally? No clue. How many countries are there in the world? She knows of at least eight.

Really, Earth is so crowded by her standards. There's so much stuff all over the place, and so many people too. She doubts anyone would even notice if a few thousand went missing, that's peanuts here. There might have been three hundred or so people in The Void at any one given time.

Realistically, there could have been a few thousand or a lot more, but well, the TVA doesn't really send you to The Void if your the kind of person that can live peacefully in a commune.

"My name is Cassandra Nova," she offers in response.

"Is that a pseudonym?"

"No."

"I see. If you would be willing to come back to the PRT building, the Director would like to speak with you."

Smooth segue there champ. "Well I don't see why not. Who doesn't like meeting new people?"

Best not mention how almost everyone she has ever met is dead, more often by her own hand than not. Well, 'hand' being metaphorical.

Honestly, she kind of wants a nap. The thought hits her suddenly, but she is rather tired. She's had an eventful day. From that unpleasant experience with Juggernaut's helmet to literally getting atomised to such a degree that she could no longer exist within the entire multiverse, to waking up here and beating up a dragon.

It's been eventful for sure, but the whole Time Ripper thing was pretty exhausting in all honesty. Spreading one's mind across all of space and time turns out to be pretty draining, who'd have thought.

"How long have you been in America?" Blue-Boy abruptly asks, though he doesn't sound like he cares.

"Not long. Why do you ask?"

"Your accent is distinctly British, and there aren't any reports of anyone matching your description anywhere in the country." 

That doesn't really answer her question, and she's literally never even been in Britain before. Probably. She doesn't think she has, but she also doesn't know where on earth Paradox was keeping that Time Ripper. It might have been Britain.

"Is there a reason you do not want a secret identity?" He asks after another long, far too long to be considered a conversation, pause.

"Hey, Armsmaster. You're not very good at small talk. Please refrain."

He just grunts.

God she really hopes he's an exception.

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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!

Well fuck, over 10k words lmao. I spent like 8 hours writing this chapter lol, I started pretty late already and now I am so fucking tired. But yeah, this is a thing I did, lmk what you think cuz I enjoyed it.

It did take me a while to decide if I was gonna make ehr a hero or villain, but I decided to just wing it and see where it goes. In the end, I went with the hero route because she is op af and if I went the villain route she'd literally take over the city in like a week and the process of taking over the rest of the world would be more of a logistical issue than anything else. Hero route provides more content, and it can always lead to villain route anyway lol, probably will too.