My Superhero Academy: Crisis of Infinite Reboots

Squad 1 – Villainacious

“You went out to karaoke?” the disguised Yoko repeated with a small smile, made only slightly unsettling by her distinctly unfamiliar features. “Maybe I shouldn't have stayed as a plushie for the whole first month... sounds like I missed a lot.”

Like meeting you.

As a test, she let a few kitsunebi expel from her tails and orbit around her form for a few brief rotations, before absorbing them back into her fur with an electrical discharge. They were of a dull, almost sickly green and had an aura similar to that of a black hole—by appearance alone, their potency was much greater than Yoko's usual blue foxfire.

“Tamamo-no-Mae's one of the most powerful kitsune in history. They say she's on par with a Celestial like me, even though she never ascended. Nobody knows what she did, but she's changed herself somehow,” she explained, letting the strangely corrosive substance crackle between her claws for a moment. “Hence; acidic foxfire. I'm just mimicking it, but I hope it's good enough. Don't want to offend a spirit by accident, I mean.”

Assuming she's still alive. By Kami I hope not.

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Bozo's Office

The door quickly opened with a boozy belch. In the center of the room was a giant bottle of booze, almost reaching the ceiling. Bozo was floating just above the top, nearly ready to dive in until he saw Dante.

"Ah. Dante, isn't it? Good to see you again. Come in, won't you? I was just about to check in on the Booze Dimension. Apparently the booze gremlins have been up to their old tricks. One minute you're about to down a bottle of Jim Bean and the next they switch it with a can of bud light. Nearly makes one want to vomit. But that can wait." He floated down in front of the bottle, whisking it away with a wave of his hand before it vanished. "Now, what can I do for you?"

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Laurie's Office

Ash hadn't gone with the others. It was a reckless plan. Admittedly, a reckless plan she'd have been absolutely on board with usually, but she wasn't feeling all too usual today. The girl had been in a mood of silent sulking and contemplation, hopping from thing to thing in an idle fashion without really any second thought as to why. The possibility that she was bored came up, but she realised soon after that it was more an agitated feeling. She was restless. Training in the Not!Holodeck did nothing to rid herself of that feeling.

So she self-assessed.

What was she? Why was she feeling agitated? What reasoning was behind this sudden decision to reject an opportunity to get a lead over Gaea?

Did she not care about them?

A small part of her tentatively said yes, and she dug in deeper. Her heart was aching with anxiety, but she kept on going. She hadn't realised she was approaching the therapist's office yet. Her feet were carrying her subconsciously where she needed to go.

What good would I have been there? her brain asked.

You'd have made an incredible villain, another part replied.

And that's when it hit her.

She looked down at herself, and bit her lip. Usual punk attire, worn in such a way so as to disguise her toned musculature beneath. Her brain picked out imperfection after imperfection, urging her to return to that training room to iron it out. Her stance was wrong. Her pecs weren't defined enough. Her nose was too small. Her face was too punchable.

It was after she had realised that she couldn't possibly study her own face in a bland, unreflective hallway that she snapped out of her trance and looked up again. Laurie's office greeted her, taunting her. She'd never had the nerve before. Not with the others watching. She'd hated its very presence. It whispered questions to her each time she passed it. She'd eventually given the entire hall a wide berth. She'd never even met the therapist.

But now there was (next to) no-one here.

She glanced about hesitantly, and before her mind could protest against itself she pushed the door open. She froze almost immediately as she got halfway through the door—internally struggling against the urge to slam it shut again and quickly walk away—before quietly clearing her throat and tentatively slipping inside. She suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. The air had changed.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

“Uh... hi. I'm er... w-well I thought I'd just drop by, y'know? See the sights...” she excused lamely, before swallowing and rubbing at her upper arms. “I uh... yeah. I... I need... help.”

Ooh, boy. You've done it now, Ash. Down the rabbit hole you go.

Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 22nd 2019 at 3:46:06 PM

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Laurie's Office

Laurie had barely started writing down a new log before Ash shuffled inside. She glanced at her, muttering under her breath. "I'll say." Hopefully she hadn't heard that. "Hey there! Ash, isn't it? Anyway, that's what I'm here for. What's on your mind?"

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Bozo's Office

Dante came in, closed the door, but then restrained himself from gagging at the belch, but then looked at the giant bottle before him.

Booze Dimension, huh?

When the bottle vanished, he made a deep breath and said.

   Well...there's a demon bully who wants to see me suffer...A LOT! Can you please disconnect him from me, pretty please?   , Dante said quickly in the shortest and most abridged way.

Infiltrate Gaea

Well, there was that strange "ad" (that's how he would call it) said that would turned any willing metahumans back into...humans? How would that work? How could theoretically turn someone like himself into a human? This is simply fishy.

With that sequence of self-asked questions, Iuvem joined the Infiltration group instead of the "Villain-not-so-Villain attack" because...uh...he didn't like to pretend, and he found the subterfuge option more practical...

Anyway, when Van said his last sentence, the golem nodded and made a "thumbs up" gesture.

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Distraction

Martin paused before the building, cranking his neck to either side and offering a dry and inhuman chuckle through the voice synth of his helmet. "Now then, purge and burn," he had chosen his pathway toward the building with great care, as it intersected with the statues that had been commissioned for the radical organization, showing a man, presumably the founder, offering down an apple to a group of children. Martin stowed the sword on his back and reached forward with both of his gauntlet covered arms, ripping the statue from its base and throwing it through the front doors of the building. "Scream, run, hide, pray, today comes your punishment Gaea, a tide of darkness to swallow your sins."

The throw had been perfect, shattering the glass but not given enough momentum to continue on at any people inside, and thanks to the safe shatter nature of the glass the most people would have to deal with were small bits of glass bouncing safely off of their bodies. It was a perfect opening gambit and would give the people inside enough time to run and would bring all of the security forces running out to meet them.

Infiltration

Clay moved after Vivian, shadowing her steps with surprising dexterity considering that he was a rather tall and built sort of guy. He had traded out his cowboy gear for a full covering black bodysuit, hiding a more normal pair of clothing under it so that he would be able to exit via the front door once all was said and done. "Sounds like the fireworks are going off," he raised his hand and summoned the futuristic gun into his hands, firing a dark looking energy that chewed through the lock. "Seeing as we don't have to go worrying about alarms with them down there, figure we should start making our way." he unsummoned his weapon and waited for someone else to take the lead. He was here as the big guy and the one that could most easily hold the line if they got caught. After all he was a time traveling cowboy, of he had plenty of excuses for going loco in this day and age.

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Laurie's Office

...Well, s***.

What's on your mind.

Ash tried to remember the last time she'd heard that. Probably a little while back. She then tried to remember how she reacted. Probably lashed out or flatly denied nothing was wrong. Depending on her mood. Which was ironically to do with how much was on her mind.

But now, she could only feel a multitude of possible answers bubbling up to her throat. She needed to get this out. She knew that. Before, she wasn't sure how she even could. But now that the others were out doing their thing, she felt as if this was the best opportunity. This could be confidential. Or at least something she could laugh off later on if it did become public knowledge. She just needed to get it out. As much as she could.

Before her stupid brain decided it wasn't all worth the effort again.

“Well... a lot of s***,” she admitted slowly, sinking down into one of the seats opposite the therapist after closing the door behind her. “Like... #$&%, where do I even begin? Whole year's been a cluster#$&%, y'know...?”

She supposed she should start from the most obvious one.

“Well, I... I guess I feel... kinda useless. Like in heroism. I mean... well I've been training in like fighting an' s***. Hand-to-hand, pyrokinesis, yada yada yada. That's all good, but it ain't saving anyone, right? Like... uh, in the sim a while back. Had to save some civvies in this busted-ass cityscape. I went for the burning building, 'cause I could. But uh... when I was saving 'em, it didn't feel... right.”

She paused for a moment, working it out in her own head as she spoke and then continuing in a somewhat more subdued fashion as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“I guess... well I guess I ain't that much of a hero. The others have like inspirational speeches an' s***, then I come in sorta to make sure they aren't killing us. That's it. I don't... feel this. This like... this normal hero s*** ain't happenin' for me. I don't know why. Maybe I've been training for the wrong thing, but I got the feeling it ain't got nothing to do with that. I'd save people, but it's like a #$&%ing convenience. I'm just this selfish little bitch hangin' out with the wrong crowd. It's the way it's always been, y'know?”

She wasn't done, but she probably should've ended it there regardless. She'd loved to have been able to ask herself ‘hey where did that come from’ but she knew exactly where. There wasn't exactly a lot of vitriol in her words. It sounded more as if she was reciting known facts.

And in her mind, that was all they were to her. Facts.

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Bozo's Office

"I'm afraid I'm going to need more than that," said Bozo. "Why don't you start from the beginning, if you please?"

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Laurie's Office

"Uh-huh." Laurie batted away loose strands of hair as she jotted down notes. "Well, I can see why you'd feel that way. After all, just look at the Saint. In his heyday, he could hold down a rampaging Byrosect from Mars while giving a speech about not losing hope and pushing through to the end. I think we've still got a recording in the library come to think of it. But not everyone's the Saint. Take Interceptor. He's as far from inspirational as they come. In fact, the one time he tried, I think he caused a little girl to burst into tears. But do you know many people he's saved? More than I can count, that's for sure."

She gulped down a glass of water on her desk. "I guess what I'm trying to say is not everyone's going to be some inspirational leader or whatever. And that's okay. Because not everyone's going to be. And not everyone should. That' why Saint and Interceptor worked so well together, you know? While the Saint was out there giving speeches and giving everyone someone to look up to, Interceptor was out there doing the nitty-gritty. Heck, he might have saved more people than the Saint did when you get down to it. Not because he was always saving them directly, mind. More that he was beating up so many crooks that they never got a chance. And because he was never worried about being someone you could believe in. That was Saint's job."

She unpinned the top button of her suit, grabbing it and venting it a bit. "God it's hot in here. Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is there's more than one way to be a hero. And that's not a bad thing. For every cape and paragon, there's someone out there making sure they can afford to be that, you know? Someone who doesn't give a crap about what the public thinks of them, who's more concerned with bashing someone's face in than being a knight in shining armor. But I guess the real question is, what kind of hero do you want to be?"

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Bozo's Office

Dante took another deep breath.

   Okay...I knew this demon, known as Anansae Dementius...he attacked my hometown...the City Priest managed to banish him, forcing him to hybernate. And because of this, I thought I would never hear anything about the demon...until the early morning of the day of Parents' Night. He put me inside an "oneiric dimension", and he tried to take my soul and eat it! From that day, he would regularly torment me. My squadmates tried everything they could to disconnect him from me, but he managed to find a way. I feel like that, as time goes on, his oneiric torments will slowly mutate into oneiric tortures! Today morning...he...he...   , his hands were shaking,    PLEASE, DO SOMETHING. I DON'T CARE HOW YOU DO IT. JUST SEPERATE ME FROM THIS VILE FIEND!   , Dante desperately shouted at Bozo as he bowed to him.

Edited by Theyja on Mar 23rd 2019 at 5:42:57 PM

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Bozo's Office

"I see," said Bozo. "And do you know why he attacked your hometown? Or why he has such a fixation on you?"

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Outside Gaea HG

As the statue crashed through the front doors, the receptionist immediately ducked under the desk in terror, though not without pushing the security button under the counter with a trembling hand. As soon as he did, a shrill alarm resounded throughout the building and the surrounding area. As it did, a multitude of thick, sturdy turrets rose under the ground, disguised by heaps of foliage that quickly fell off as they rose upward. The turrets took aim at the intruders, firing a barrage of laser blasts at the supposed villains. As for any additional security forces or other forms of reinforcement, they had yet to arrive, but it was only a matter of time.

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 23rd 2019 at 3:53:23 AM

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Villain Attack

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Mahvash turned the dial on her 'borrowed' jammer, and began a dance. She took measure of the turrets firing rates and patterns and swiveled and sashayed by the walls meters, power lines, water and sewer connections, and anything that looked important only to move just before laser shots fired. But she didn't speak as usual, only helping the lasers make swiss cheese out of the floor with smooth efficiency.

Then she made her way in and took note of the receptionist and carved on his desk. The words came slowly as she spun or cartwheeled away every time a laser took aim: "Fear not, you are liberated."

Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 23rd 2019 at 4:55:39 AM

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Shane Calston - Villain Attack Team

It did not take long for Shane to find his way - signing on to the villain attack team and then moving out to join them in the field. He knew that he'd need a disguise, so he decided to make use of one he already had - but had never used before.

Standing off a while back and in an alleyway, he readied himself—-

A lot of icy mist began to form around him and his face showed great golden eyes for a moment as fur and additional size and shape added itself to him. It seemed to flow out and shift seamlessly, the mist growing thicker and colder.

Then a massive paw slammed into the ground and scattered the mist.

A tremendous wolf - easily twenty feet from paw to the back - stood amidst the discarded rubbish. The creature then lunged forward and charged out to join those attacking the building, each step freezing the ground beneath its feet. Then it leaped up and a pillar of ice erupted beneath to give it a platform as it leaped in to join the "villains'" attack on the GAEA HQ.

Shane did admit this was the first time in a long time he'd made use of his Great Dire Wolf form. It was pretty heady, making use of this kind of form. Icy, white fur, sharp teeth and claws, and making use of his ice powers...

He let out a loud howl!

Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.

Bozo's Office

   I don't really know for sure...it's possibly because of my father. He is important for him for some reason   , he replied,    He took his soul and he possibly wants to also take his body, that is contained in my family's mansion...   , he nervously explained,    After doing these things, I fear that he'll go after my soul and body...   , he then pointed to his visible eye,    but, as a first step, disconnect me from him, and then, maybe after we've ultimately dealt with Gaea, we will hunt him down!   , he said, his determination starting to grow.

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Bozo's Office

Bozo rubbed his beard as he tried to puzzle it all out. "I see. Although I'm not exactly sure what you're asking. Do you believe that you and this Dementius have some sort of connection? Something that's causing him to effect you in some way? Perhaps performing actions that normally you would not do?"

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Vivian-Inside-Running On Tiptoes

She cast a glance over her shoulder as they rounded another corner. The alarm blared overhead as they moved. Clay was right behind her with his funky gun in his hand and Iuvem took up the rear. These hallways were dim and clearly seldom-used. There weren't even any security cameras, but she suspected that would soon change. We could really use Evelyn's peepers right now. I can't look everywhere.

As they came to a crossroads, a trio of security guards in expensive-looking body armor and toting big guns had the bad fortune to appear at the other end of the hall. They were quick enough to duck around a corner and avoid the large fellows, but Gaea's thugs were close enough that Viv could hear a radio squawk about a "major freak attack" and "a damned wolf".

The team huddled for a moment to catch their breath before proceeding. The door the guards had exited opened into a much more "public" looking hallway with plants and office doors. Vivian glanced back at Clay and Iuvem. "Any thoughts on where to go next?"

Bozo's Office

   Dementius isn't really possessing me...   , Dante explained,    It looks like he has more of a...magical and telepathic link with me, where he can possibly see and hear from eyes and ears. With this link he could also send my conscious and soul to oneiric pocket dimensions where he starts to torment me...   , he crossed his arms,    I'm basically asking you to cut this link, if it's possible...   , he concluded.

Inside Gaea HQ

Iuvem followed Vivian and Clay. He heard the alarms about the "freak attack" (possibly referring to the "Villain" group) and a "wolf" (a wolf? What would a wolf do here? Maybe someone over there is a shapeshifter or a lycanthrope...)...

   Let's try to possibly go to the more...top secret corners of this building, which possibly aren't on this floor...   , he suggested thoughtfully to Clay and Vivian as they were huddled,    ...there might be some classified information they don't want to have out there, exposed to the public...   

Edited by Theyja on Mar 23rd 2019 at 11:19:03 AM

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Villain Attack, Gaea HQ

"Aw, don't worry about me Sammy." Ellie giggled at the sentiment. "I'm probably the toughest person in our squad."

"Doesn't mean we can't be careful." Mikael said. "Especially given Mahvash is going to knock out teleportation. It'll stop ambushes, but it'll also mean we can't make an easy get away."

"Eh, like we'll need it." Ellie rolled her shoulders.

Then Martin threw a statue, and it was showtime. As the defenses activated, but before Mahvash switched on the warp-jammer, Ellie ported over to one of the laser turrets and smashed her fist clean into it, rending through metal until she could touch circuitry. She could feel the electricity that was running through and powering the machine, and focused on that feeling.

Lightning swam through her veins, and her hearts. An essential energy that kept life moving. But now she reached outside herself, tracing the path of the electricity through the machine, back through whatever wiring connected it to the building's power grid, all the way back to the source.

"Let's see if we can't make Gaea blow a fuse." She quipped to no one in particular, as she pushed as much electricity as she could muster into the machine. She didn't know if she actually had enough juice to overload their system, but she could at least try to fry nearby defenses on the same grid - cameras, sensors, other turrets, Gaea was bound to have something.

Mikael, meanwhile, took to the skies, blasting at several of the turrets with bolts of black fire from his hand. He hadn't brought a crossbow or rifle, lest people draw connections to either his hero identity or his father's identity. One or two laser shots struck his armor, scorching it slightly, but the metal was tough, demonically enhanced to take punishment. He headed for the entrance, standing (well, flying) by Martin

"Your Pride will goeth before your fall!" He added, his own voice twisted by his armor into an omnious, abyssal growl. "We shall destroy your so-called 'treatment', for it grants no equality! It only serves to remove obstacles to Gaea's monopoly!"

That wasn't even a lie, either. Granted, the group was supposed to be acting villainous, but that didn't mean they couldn't be the Well-Intentioned Extremist sort of villains. Plus, it probably made them more believable.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Infiltration Squad

The bad thing about this is, we're gonna need to scrub every single surface of this place. After Squad 4 managed to break in I think they'd be pumping as much security and false leads as they can. I hate to say this but I think the best course of action would be to grab whatever the hell it is we can, as much as we can, and head out. Everyone's gonna need to grab something before they leave, a computer, an entire filing cabinet, SOMETHING. It's not gonna look pretty and sneaky but it's all we have to go.

Zach wasn't looking forward to that part. This was all ready a stupidly, insanely risky plan and it would be even worse if they got bogged down with all that weight. He couldn't imagine Gaea would make this easy, he just hoped the others could keep their attention until then.

Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?

Infiltration

Looking out, Sam made sure no one could recognize him, at least the disguise was effective. Looking at the others, he nodded, walking in, and making sure he was acting casually as he moved through the building.

"Better act like we really work here" He advised "How well can you pretend that you feel completely defeated?"

Here came the hard part, and they needed to record anything important, maybe take away as much information as possible. Gaea can't escape this time.

Looking at the others, he silently wished them luck.

Every deity knew they needed it.

Edited by Blueace on Mar 23rd 2019 at 10:52:05 AM

Wake me up at your own risk.

Outside Gaea HQ

Thankfully for Gaea, their walls and equipment were fortified enough that any attacks on their infrastructure from their own defenses resulted in little more than scorch marks. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Ellie's literal shock to the system. While it wasn't enough to take down the building's entire grid, it was still sufficient to power down the turrets, as well as any cameras and sensors in the immediate vicinity. As a result, Mikael's fiery assault on the now depowered turret resulted in a spectacular explosion, burning it to a crisp.

Not that it would make things easier. The turrets may have been gone, but they served their purpose. Suddenly a horde of security forces came flooding out the entrance, decked from head to toe in heavy-duty armor and wielding laser blasters of the highest caliber. They were supported by a swarm of small spheres zipping toward them from a small panel opening up in the facility's back yard. A small red dot could be seen in their centers. Once they came within range, they fired away, their dots emitting laser blasts weaker and smaller than that of the soldiers but so much quicker. And they still stung like hell.

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Laurie's Office

What kind of hero.

That was a hard question.

Ash didn't even know if she was a hero right now. Nor was she sure if she truly wanted to be. But she'd come this far. She's learnt lessons. So if it was possible to forge her own path like Laurie suggested, then...

“I guess... I guess I wanna be like Granddad,” she said softly. “He didn't do any of that talking s*** either. Just went in, did his thing, got out. Plain an' simple. But by god was he cool. Like... well, if I'm gonna pack my s*** together then I think I wanna be like that guy. I'll just have to find what the #$&% I'm actually fighting for, uh?”

She seemed at least a little relieved. A significant burden had been lifted off of her shoulders.

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Villainacious

“Oh. The cavalry's arrived,” Yoko said simply, flexing her disguise's sickeningly long fingers and carefully timing a disabling shot of green foxfire to one of the armed guards before shooting herself up off of the ground. Those guns didn't look friendly. And those orbs seemed annoying.

Death from Above it was. Though she didn't fly. That was a dead giveaway. No, she simply clang to a wall and shot at some more of the guards with her kitsunebi—darting about at great speeds when necessary to avoid damage.

Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 23rd 2019 at 2:17:17 PM

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Laurie's Office

"You tell me," said Laurie, with a bit of a smirk. "Just don't rush it. You've still got time to figure that out. For now, just keep doing what you've been doing. And when you're ready, it'll come to you."

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Bozo's Office

"I see. Well, let me see what I can do." He closed his eyes for a moment before they shot wide open, filled with a light boozy haze. He held out his hands, his fingers slowly twitching as though he was reaching out for what he could find. After a while he lowered his hands, his eyes returning to their normal state. "Well now. That's interesting."

He rubbed his beard in contemplation. "From what I can tell, there may be a connection. But not the one you think. Perhaps you can't see them, but you have a number of different aura's surrounding you, all representing various emotions. The one for jealousy stands out the most. The problem is that most aura's of this sort aren't natural. Most emotions aren't strong enough to generate them no matter how strong they are. They only tend to appear when one is being affected by an outside force. Something or someone is manipulating or strengthening your emotions, causing you to act in ways you wouldn't under ordinary circumstances. And from what you have told me, this Dementius seems like the most likely culprit."

Edited by kkhohoho on Mar 24th 2019 at 9:42:01 AM

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Bozo's Office

   So...Dementius was empowering my negative emotions for all this time?   , he asked?

His shock for the bad future, his hatred and fear of the spider demon, his broken heart from his dad's kidnapping and Mahvash...deciding to hook with somewhere else, and his disappointment for that decision, his jealousy for Martin...

...forcefully melded into a soup of hatred.

...Quel lurido pezzo di merda di Dementius...

Edited by Theyja on Mar 24th 2019 at 7:59:30 PM

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Bozo's Office

"From what I can tell," said Bozo, "yes. Though I doubt Dementius made them out of whole cloth. He may have empowered your emotions, but he could not have influenced you if there was nothing to influence."

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Bozo's Office

   ...of course...he had to be an arse...   , Dante muttered,    ...How dare me for being happy and peaceful!   , his tone of voice started to increase,    Everything had to fall apart...he needed to amuse himself and constantly calling me "worthless"!   ,    He needed to screw me up and make everyone exaggeratedly think that I've devolved into some unredeemable, fiendish criminal!   , his fists clenched...but then, they loosened themselves a bit.

Dante looked at Bozo, mortified.    Oh...I'm sorry for the outburst   , he apologized,    It's just that...knowing that he sneakily did all of this...   , he slowly became silent and contemplated his hands.

   It's...It's just heinous...   , he somberly said.

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?