Ice Cream

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Ice Cream

“Oh no, not again.” whined Melody as she looked around her.

“What now!” said Sia next to her. “Don’t tell me this is another uncharted one?”

“Well…” Melody began then quickly said, “Hey look! They have ice cream here.” and began trudging towards the stand.

Sia sighed and followed while massaging her temples. As they entered the shop they saw a giant board with all the flavours, their glasses began running a program to read it. Finally, after it finished its translation she exclaimed, “Rocky Road! Who in their right mind would make a road flavoured ice cream. What the hell is wrong with these people.”

Melody shrugged, “Who knows maybe they’re like that dimension that still believed in capitalism, or the one where they thought constant voting removed the chance of corruption.”

They both sniggered at that drawing funny gazes from the employee behind the counter. Melody stepped forward and said, “We’ll have two Rocky roads please!”

“No!” screeched Sia, “Why would you order that one?!”

“Because when in dimension two do as they do.” Melody chimed wisely.

The man behind the counter handed over two cones and said “That’ll be ten dollars and seventy-six cents please.” as he gestured to the pin pad next to the counter.

“Awe crap!” Sia said, “It’s another moron dimension, this explains the road flavoured ice cream, I should have known.”

Melody meanwhile tapped her wrist device against the machine which quickly distorted and registered as approved. “There you go” she said

The man’s eyes went wide, “How did you do that? This machine doesn’t even have tap.”

“We abolished currency where I’m from centuries ago, really sped up the whole technological cooperation thing.” Melody explained as Sia stepped out side tapping frantically at her own wrist.

A portal opened up and she stepped inside waving for Melody to join her, “Hurry up, next they’re going to say an election is coming up or something.”

“Oh, are you friends of one of the mayoral candidates?” asked the man behind the counter.

The two women cringed and jogged deep into the tunnel. Sia yelling, “This place is crap let’s never come back!”

Melody nodded her agreement and said after swallowing some ice cream, “At least it’s documented now and we can determine our location in the next dimension from it’s data, and I must say, they have the best tasting roads I’ve ever tried!”

 

Writing Prompt:

‘You can’t know where you’re going’ he thought ‘if you don’t know where you’ve been’

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The HyperBorean

“So Cherith welcome back to the show.” Rad Raven said to a round of applause from his audience, next to him sat a petite woman with pristine white hair wearing a blue pastel suit and metallic white dress shirt. She sat with an air of icy calmness as she smiled politely at the host. He in turn simply turned to the crowd and said, “At least she’s still as cool as ever am I right folks?” the crowd cheered and as he laughed his trademark maniacal laugh.

“Thank you Raven, it’s a pleasure to be here if only to check in to make sure you’re not up to your old ways.” Cherith said making sure to keep an eye on the entirely black clad man beside her. “Oh, look!” she said in mock surprise as a picture appeared on the digital window behind them. “Old memories, isn’t that when you tried to hijack the banking servers to filter funds into your own accounts?”

Behind them a photo of raven with a bloody nose and frosted clothing was kneeling before police, with Cherith in full grey and blue pastel costume standing next to him preparing to remove blocks of ice encasing his hands for the police.

Raven’s unflappable smile twitched for a second as he glanced between his guest and the audience. He looked like he was about to protest the hijacking of his show as his feathered hair bristled up a bit, before he smoothed them back with his hand. Finally, he gave a soft chuckle and said, “Wow that does take me back, I mean it’s been like twenty years since I pulled that job, but despite your legendary paranoia I’m not exactly on the most wanted list anymore.” he winked at the audience. They laughed dutifully, knowing that Raven had been a reformed citizen for over fifteen years.

Cherith just sat with the same elegant composure, smiling in a way that held more judgement and confidence than warmth. “I’m sure you think that and I’m honestly glad of the work you’ve done here.” she said gesturing to the television set around them. Then returned her eyes to watch Raven continuing, “However, I’m also aware of the fact that the only reason you’re still sitting in the gilded cage you’ve constructed is because I’ve kept an eye on you, little bird.” she said the last two words as the corner of her mouth curled a little higher.

Raven seemed to notice as well because for the second time he winced and his usually unflappable grin faltered. Then he laughed heartily, “Isn’t she such a kidder ladies and gentlemen!” he mocked. “But if that’s how you feel…” he said, then plucking a feather from his head. It burst into black smoke as he transformed it into a golden ring with a comically large diamond. “Will you marry me?” the crowd burst out laughing as the smile dropped momentarily from Cherith’s face.

She reached out and plucked the ring looking it over with scrutiny. Then with a small smile, “Interesting choice of stone to mock me with, this cut is the same as the batch from the shipment you stole on valentine’s day.”

The smile and facade dropped from Raven’s face as he looked in shock down at the ring, “What?!! Let me see that!” he grabbed the ring back and squinted at it closely before frowning, “Freak coincidence!” he snapped while blushing, the ring vanished into the same dark smoke that had created it. It wasn’t until it evaporated that he seemed to remember that he was hosting a television talk show. His scowl instantly transformed back into his mischievously impeccable grin. “The first and only guest to pry the smile from my face,” he said to the audience earning a round of laughter from the group, who seconds before had been deathly silent from the altercation. “Can I get a round of applause for Cherith here?” he asked as the audience willingly obliged. She stood and bowed her slightly to the crowd as raven shot, “The HyperBorean, my favourite cold-hearted nemesis!”

Another round of laughter broke out and Cherith shook Raven’s hand as she whispered so only he could hear, “Call me cold hearted one more time and freeze yours so you know how it feels!”

Raven nodded quickly and ripped his hand back as soon as she let go. Then as she turned and walked off stage he turned back to the audience hiding his now frostbitten fingers behind his back. “Who knew the HyperBorean was a pillow talker, am I right folks?” he grinned as a line of nervous sweat ran down the left side of his face. “We’re going to cut to commercial but stay tuned after the break for a live conference call with Nathaniel Thompson, aka Crius who is going to tell us about the poetry book he’s been working on after these messages.”

One of the crew yelled “And… We’re clear, five minutes people.” As soon as he heard the word ‘clear’ Raven marched off stage and into his dressing room where a medic was waiting. Then, unheard by the audience, Raven screamed as they quickly began treating his hand. Cherith, who was standing around the corner heard him scream just fine, a slight grin formed on her face but was interrupted by an incoming call with the name ‘King Valor’ attached to it.

She took the call as she said, “Hey hun, you think the frostbite was too much?” as she turned and headed towards the elevators. Raven glaring daggers at her back as she left.

 

Dr. Frankencaster

“Freeze!” yelled a rookie police officer pointing his gun at the man who was carefully removing a painting for the wall of the museum. The man carefully set the painting on the wooden cart with the others. Then with a sigh he lifted his hands showing they were empty. “Good now on the floor….GAH!” screamed the cop as a dagger pierced his shoulder through his vest. He fell back as another officer grabbed him and pulled him around the corner.

The second officer screamed into her radio, “Officer down! We need assistance!”

The first officer looked at the knife sticking out of his shoulder, “Is that wood?” he asked in shock.

“Of course, it’s wood you idiot, do you think they call him the carpenter because of his suit?” she snapped at him.

“But his suit IS made of wood?” he replied confused.

“That’s because he can make anything out of wood!” snapped the more experienced officer to the rookie at her feet. “Repeat we have an officer down, does anyone copy? Send assistance!”

“Why don’t we just get some flamethrowers or something and turn that wood to ash?” asked the rookie.

Before his partner could scold him, a voice said, “Because some of those paintings are worth millions, so cool your jets hot shot and let a professional show you how it’s done.” The woman who spoke was wearing a long pink sequined lab coat, dark glasses, and an electric guitar of some sort on her back. “You mind if I try and talk to him?” asked as she lowered her sunglasses with one hand. She raised an eyebrow revealing the irises of her eyes which seemed to shift slowly in colour like a kaleidoscope.

The rookie sat with a look of awe as his partner said, “Dr. Frankencaster, we’re so glad you could offer assistance.”

She grinned and ran a hand through her short purple hair and continued it back to grab her guitar which she swung around and began to tune the various knobs and switches. “Well let’s see if I know any songs he likes?” she stepped around the corner and into the museum. Then with a silver pick in hand she began to expertly play a little riff on the tightly packed twenty strings that made up the three necks of the guitar all which converged to just above a strange speaker at the base of the guitar.

The music thundered through the large room, shaking the glass in the windows and skylight overhead. The carpenter’s hands shot up to protect his ears, his suit growing small branches and leaves as he lost concentration. The music from her guitar seemed to slowly become clearer as she played until the whole building seemed to hum melodically. The Carpenter slowly lowered his hands and got to his feet sneering at his new opponent as he fixed his wooden suit. She simply ignored him as her fingers flew over the various guitar necks adjusting her music note by not to match the acoustics of the room.

Finally, she stopped and shook her hand, “Woo! Sorry that took longer than I thought.”

The Carpenter smiled sarcastically and raised his hands in a shrug, “Oh no, it’s quite alright, but if you’re quite finished I guess I’ll just go back to robbing this establishment of it’s priceless works of art.”

Dr. Frankencaster smacked her forehead, “Right, sorry about that, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to stop and go to jail.” He simply raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. She stared back then shrugged, “Well I guess you can go to hell too, but I figured the jail had more comfortable beds.”

The Carpenter actually spat out a chuckle at that and said, “Well this has been thrilling but I’ve got work to do so you can die now.” He raised and arm and fired a wooden spear at her from sleeve. Not missing a beat, she quickly strummed three cords and the spear wobbled and impacted into the doorframe above her head.

“What the?” he said and proceeded to throw various projectiles at her some heading straight others curving around to come at an angle. Unfortunately, she simply played another tune and sent them all off course, each one falling farther away than the first.

“Alright that’s two, one more shot and then it’s my turn,” she grinned malevolent.

This time the carpenter removed his jacket and with a shake turned it into some kind of spring loaded launcher. “I normally find it rude to disembowel my enemies but since you’re so insistent…” he fired at nearby pillar to demonstrate, a spinning wooden blade embedded over a foot into the marble, “… then I guess I have no choice.” He charged forward and fired as fast as he could and leaped to fire at a downward angle.

It would have been an impressive and gory finish except Dr. Frankencaster simply began to play a melody as soon as he took his first step. Again the blades seemed to catch in the air then fall to the ground as she played until the music suddenly stopped. For a moment everything went pin-drop silent, but her fingers were still flying over the strings in a blur. Then just as quickly as it had disappeared the sound came back with a vengeance. The wooden blades, the Carpenter’s gun, and his suit all exploded in a cloud of saw dust.

“What… the…. hell?…” the Carpenter coughed on the ground defeated in front of his sequined opponent. “How… did… you…” he wheezed through the dust. Meanwhile, the cavalry had arrived and officers poured into the room, cuffing the would-be thief in his underwear.

“Sonochemistry” she replied with a sympathetic smile, “I mapped the room with my song when I came in and got the resonant frequencies of your wood from your projectiles. Then it was a simple calculation to use what I’d learned, and a bit of sonolysis, to but a careful end to the fight without permanently injuring you.” The Carpenter starred in shock as he coughed softly. “It worked much better than the first time I tried that trick, poor guy didn’t give me enough time and ended up removed from the gene pool.”

“You killed him?” the Carpenter asked hoarsely, with shocked confuse looks from a few of the officers.

Dr. Frankencaster simply laughed, “No of course not! He runs one of the best Mexican food trucks in the city now that he’s out on parole.”

“Oh… well how was he removed from the…” one of the officers began to ask before realization struck him and they quickly shuffled the Carpenter out the door.

“Thank you, Dr. Frankencaster you really helped us out.” said the injured officer standing next to his partner. He held out a hand for her to shake.

She simply swung her guitar onto her back and said, “My pleasure, let me know if you need a hand again.” and with a smile and a wave she turned and headed towards the door.

“Kind of rude, isn’t she?” the injured man said.

“Just shut up and watch you idiot.” replied his partner shaking her head.

As she got to the sidewalk she unclipped a small pole from her belt and extended it into a long white rod, which she then used to tap her way safely into the night.

 

 

Automation and moving

So to anyone who actually reads this, I’m going to be a little delayed replying and even posting since I need to pack up and move in the next month (long story…. and not a fun one like the rest on this site).

I’ll be doing my best to automate posts in the meantime.

Thank you for understanding and I hope you enjoy the stories to come.

Sincerely

J. S. Figment

Prisms and Armour

        “That’s not going to work you know?” Cookie said through the shop’s speakers. Her slightly artificial voice echoing off the dozens of armored suits lining the walls.

        “Oh! Well by all means then, please show this humble genius how you would do it wise-byte!” a petite woman in overalls shot sarcastically at the ominous voice in the ceiling. Her brown eyes hidden behind a set of thick goggles, which currently displayed an augmented reality projection of her latest project.

        “I would but I don’t have any arms ‘Genius’” spat Cookie from overhead. “What happened to building me a body?”

        “I did build you one, it’s not my fault you won’t use it.” the petite woman countered with a shrug before returning back to her project.

        “That rolling garbage can? Dar, that’s not a body, that’s your twisted sense of humour’s idea of a joke!” complained the voice.

        “Hey!” Dar said pointing a screwdriver at the nearest camera, “R2D2 is a classical piece of sci-fi memorabilia, and I have a few more demanding projects than giving you a physical form to annoy me with.” She returned her focus to the arm piece she was working on and finished the final adjustments to a complex looking glass lens set up.

        “Great, another suit of armor to go with your fifty other suits of armor!” Cookie said flashing the lights of the shop on and off in a tantrum.

        Dar just lifted up the arm and positioned it pointing towards a slab of black opaque metal. “Yeah well watch this!” she put her hand towards the armour gauntlet she had just positioned. With a minor exertion her arm glowed a soft red and then gauntlet sprang to life. It fired a multi-coloured laser across the short distance to the slab of metal where it quickly began pulling it’s target apart as the metal evaporated away. “It works! Take that you silicone brained ….” Dar’s insult was cut short as a small bolt of blue lightning arced from the gauntlet to the desk and the laser fizzled out.

        “See! I told you it wouldn’t work.” Cookie said triumphantly, “You forgot to calibrate the power regulator before you turned it on.”

        “I wouldn’t have forgotten if you hadn’t distracted me.” Dar growled “And I don’t think you should talk right now missy, if you hadn’t distracted me then…”

        “Shhh, look we’re on the news again!” Cookie interrupted as a holographic display appeared on the wall.

        The artificially blonde newscaster grinned a fake smile at the camera as she said, “A local cryogenic research lab was attacked today by soldiers bearing the insignia of famed supervillain Illustrious who’s exact motives are currently unknown.” A photo of the armored mercenary wearing the supervillain’s sparkling glint insignia flashed on the screen. “The criminal organization headed by Illustrious has been quiet as of late and experts question this sudden re-emergence into the spotlight.”

        The camera shifted to a man with dark skin and dark, meticulously styled, hair. “Fortunately, the supposed heist was interrupted by our very own Ray who had no trouble fouling their nefarious activities. Let’s watch shall we.”

        The screen switched to a camera feed of a large armoured individual on the back of a motorbike came crashing through the glass front doors and sending two would be mercenaries guarding them sliding across the floor like bowling balls.

        “Freeze scumbags!” a voice from the bike said. The armoured figure rolled their eyes so hard it was obvious even behind the full helmet.

        They tapped at a small keyboard on their arm and speaker said, “Cookie, please refrain from antagonizing the opponents.”

        Then standing to her full height the hero known as Ray raised her armored arms and played a booming pre-recorded message. “You have been suspected of criminal activity, surrender now and you will not be harmed. Should you choose to continue your current illegal activities I am authorized to use aggressive force to apprehend you. You have ten seconds to comply” As the message finished a variety of laser-based weapons extended from her arms and shoulders and began targeting every mercenary within range.  A small holographic timer also appeared over her head counting down from ten.

Over sixty percent of them chose to lay down their weapons and put their hands on their heads. These were the more experienced soldiers based on their rank insignias. Some of the less experienced ones who hadn’t seen their superiors surrender lifted weapons and fired. A barrage of projectiles bounced harmlessly off the armour as the timer continued counting down.

The gunfire ceased as the timer reached zero and a variety of different coloured light beams sprang forth, vaporizing the ceiling and walls in places, and causing rubble to fall in a calculated pattern to trap those who hadn’t relinquished their weapons. Other beams blinded the enemy by hitting them square in the eye. But it was the dark blue beams which caused another five people to drop their weapons. As the blue weapons hit their compatriots the air began to freeze around them sealing them in a cold shell as the water in the air solidified.

“For those of you who surrendered, please make your way outside now keeping your hands on your heads” boomed another gender-neutral message from Ray’s armour. As one mercenary passed by, they drew a strange gun from their belt and went to fire it at point blank range. But as they pulled the trigger, nothing happened.

“What the heck?” the man said staring and repeatedly trying the trigger again. “What did you do?”

Behind her face visor, one could make out two pale red glowing irises. She reached up and typed on her arm again. “I regret to inform you that your weapon will no longer function. I control the technology here and I don’t appreciate your attempt on my life. Especially such an ill informed one at that.”

The man stood stunned until one of the more experience mercenaries behind him shoved him forward. It was at this time the man noticed several of his senior coworkers were snickering at him as they made their way towards the door. The man finally understood why they had surrendered and put his hands back on his head while marching towards the door. The man behind him who had shoved some sense into his dumber subordinate gave Ray a respectful nod as he followed the man out the door into the hands of the waiting police officers.

“Have to admit that he makes the hero job look easy wouldn’t you say Victoria?” the male reporter said before the screen shut off.

        “So, the public still thinks you’re male huh?” Cookie chided, “Not going to correct them on that are you?”

        “Why would I? The only people who need to know the truth, at least the fabricated one, are the authorities who deal with civil hero relations.” Dar shrugged as she went back to work on the clearly masculine looking suit of armour she was working on.

        “I think the whole gender thing is just a big joke anyway. I mean what does the hormonal chemicals of your brain have to do with…” Cookie was interrupted by some notification in her system.

        “What is it Cookie? Timmy fall down a well again?” Dar teased.

        “Har, har.” Cookie replied sarcastically, “Aeon Cinder just sent you a message. It’s marked level five security. Would you like me to display it?”

        Dar’s eyes went wide, “Yes, secure the shop and send it to my personal device only, then lock down all connections until I reactivate.”

        The shop went dark as the notification appeared on her wrist computer. She opened the message and her eyes glowed red as she took full control of her computer to have it run a decryption program that would have normally slagged it’s processor in nanoseconds. It was short and simple.

        ‘Dar, I’ve found them. Both of them. Things are complicated though. MEET NOW!’

        Dar deleted the message and purged the last five minutes of memory from all local systems before reactivating them. “Cookie, get the bike ready. Our AC has a lead on our real mission.”

        “Ugh, I have a splitting processor.” whined Cookie, “What did you do to me?”

        “Level five! Bike! Now!” commanded Dar as she donned the one suit of armour she hadn’t built entirely herself. This was a dark blue and yellow one that molded around her like liquid before solidifying into a near indestructible polymer. With a minor exertion of her power the computer on her wrist merged with the much more feminine modeled armour as bike rolled up.

        “You know if you learned to drive, you wouldn’t need me to chauffeur you around so much.” Cookie suggested.

        “Not now, and you know I’m afraid of driving since the accident. Now let’s go!” Dar yelled as they tore out the garage door. She honestly wasn’t sure when they would be back but it didn’t really matter to her. The shop was fun but compared to what she was used to, all those advanced suits of armour were nothing but toys.

 

Dedicated to my friend Darlyn who has helped me by reading and criticizing the schlop that I call writing.

 

News

News Record #004281

 

Broadcast date: July 12th, 2095, Just outside of Lake Louise, AB, Canada

Patricia Tyson reporting. (Viewed >10 million times)

 

The camera opened to a massive storm being thrown up over a normally pristine lake as Patricia tries desperately to resist the wind and rain coming from a ball about two kilometers away. The cameraman counted down to one with his free hand and then used it to steady his heavy holo-camera.

“I’m here at Moraine lake where a recently awakened virtuous is literally raining havoc with some sort of weather manipulating power. We’ve seen winds that pick up to over two hundred kilometers per hour, sleet, rain, and even fire has come billowing out of the field generated by this newcomer.” She said gesturing to the ball of weather behind her. “Whoever this new virtuous is, hero or villain, remains to be seen, sorry one second…” she listened closely to a small earpiece nodding every couple of seconds before turning back to the camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that the UN’s very own Valor is going to make an attempt to subdue the newcomer behind me until authorities can determine their identity. Oh, and here he is now…”

The camera panned up to reveal the red and blue outfit of the bulging muscular mass known as Valor. He posed briefly near the edge of the lake, winking at the camera then jumped forcefully upwards towards the storm ball above him. He hit it like a freight train but just bounced off, flying back and impacting into a parked car like a meteorite. He brushed himself off and took a run before attempting the exact same thing again with decidedly similar results. Losing his patience, he grabbed a large piece of the mountain and hurled the arrowhead shape up at the ball like a throwing knife one hundred meters long. This must have taken the newcomer by surprise because the protective ball evaporated and a young man with dark skin was left with a terrified look in his eyes as he dodged the rock spear. When he looked back however Valor was flying up towards him at full speed reading a massive punch.

The young man dodged just in time and unleashed the full fury of mother nature into the famed hero’s side. Valor was sent hurtling to the far side of the lake where he was held pinned by full-size tornadoes on his limbs. All of which the newcomer seemed to control with one hand. Valor was strong and near invulnerable but every hero had their limits and someone who could control the will of the skies themselves was no slouch. Valor struggled under the spinning vortexes which moved with such precision as to not interfere with each other and to continually blow back the stronger hero’s limbs as he tried to right himself. “Oh my god!” squeaked the newscaster, “Valor is being held down by the young man by wind alone. Is that even possible?”

It was a good question because only one person had ever beaten valor, let alone slow him down. The boy seemed to panic as Valor began to make progress in standing, and with his free hand he began building a huge electric charge. Valor looked up, and although no one could see it from this distance everyone knew by how he stopped that there was real fear on his face. The boy lobbed the ball of lightning which shot down like a rocket.

Before it hit, however, it was deflected and launched back at the boy who tumbled down towards the water, electricity still sparking off him. A dark shadow zoomed over the water like a specter and grabbed the boy out of thin air depositing him safely on the shore.

It all happened so fast that even the high frame rate only captured a shadowy figure for the twenty-four seconds it took for the whole exchange to take place. “What?….What just happened?” asked Patricia, “Did you get that?” she said shooting a panicked look at the cameraman who could be heard saying he wasn’t sure.

“Is Valor still….” she was cut off by an enraged scream from the other side of the lake. Now that the storm wasn’t in the way, the cameraman zoomed in and got a closer look at the hero who now had a symbol seared into his chest, right through his costume. The cameraman swore as he zoomed in to maximum range to confirm the triangle symbol made of intertwined lightning bolts engraved into the supposedly invulnerable hero’s chest. The cameraman said something too quiet for the mics to pickup but Patricia obviously heard him because she screamed, “What? Did you say the lightning man was here?” The camera zoomed out and turned to face the now very pale Patricia Tyson who simply stood mumbling into the microphone, “He was…. It was… that monster was here…” and then proceeded to faint.

 

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Brains and Brawn

Brains and Brawn
“You’re late Damon” said the woman in the alley. She wore baggy pants and a trench coat as she did her best to resemble a homeless person. It would have been more convincing if it weren’t for the bulging arms and chest of the coat which betrayed her inhumanly toned physique.
“Yeah I was being followed, figured it best to ditch them before coming here.” Damon O’Donovan was a curly haired man with bags under his eyes which struggled to stay open as he walked down the alley towards her. He also wore a long trench coat but despite their similar career choices he lacked the muscular frame of this woman. Not to say he was out of shape, far from it in fact, simply that his true strengths lay in other areas.
“It’s getting harder and harder to do our damn job in this trash heap of a city.” the woman complained as she cracked her knuckles audibly.
“Oh, hey now Casey! This is New Valor City, the capital of the Americas and home to the United Nations and their representatives. Not to mention I think the president lives here. I mean it’s like a festering beacon of feces to the corrupt masses, who are we to criticize such a fine place?” Damon feigned hurt indignance as he spoke.
He watched the her closely for a few moments waiting for a response. Finally, she sighed and said, “I see you’re still full of shit as usual.” He simply shrugged and reached into his jacket for a silver flask that he took a swig from. “So, what’s the mission, I’m guessing it’s big if they have us working together again. The big guy must be worried.”
“Wouldn’t know, no one sees him much these days. As for the mission we’re supposed to tail one of the fine patrons from that club over there and see if we can’t snag a recruit.” Damon sighed and leaned against the wall.
Casey crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her partner. “Seriously? Who are we recruiting? Valor’s undersecretary?” she snorted at the thought.
“Close, we’re recruiting Brigadier Medora Naren.” He said taking another swig from his flask. To the untrained eye they’d mistake him for an alcoholic, at least until they realized that it wasn’t alcohol but an energy drink in his flask. Damon chose the flask intentionally though, he found he had less people pester him when they mistook him for a simple drunk.
Casey Tetsu stared in shock at the mention of the name. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? We’re trying to recruit the military’s swiss army knife?”
“I think the operative word there is ‘trying’, besides that’s why you and I were…” he trailed off for a moment as the door opened and a woman in her mid thirties with a long dark hair exited wearing an officer’s uniform. “Well, speak of the devil.” Damon grinned as he stowed his flask in his jacket once more.
They followed the Brigadier as she made her way down the street, civilians and military personnel both made a path as she approached. She had a reputation for being one of the strongest and most versatile members in the military. She also had an infraction record as long as her braid which reached almost to her belt. That brash attitude had prevented her from moving up past the rank of Brigadier.
Casey and Damon walked down the street along the opposite side from their target. Keeping her in the corner of their eyes but never overtly looking in her direction. “So, is it true than what they say about her?” Casey asked quietly, trying to smile sweetly so that anyone looking would think she was just whispering to her boyfriend. “I mean can she really give anyone any power they want?”
Damon returned the smile, “Technically no, she just awakens the powers someone would already have. Basically, it’s like a roulette wheel for anyone without a power. What makes her so useful is what happens when you already have a power. She basically cranks everything up to eleven, permanently. It doesn’t help the individual much right away as they still have to learn how to use the boosted power properly. What makes her dangerous though is that she can carbon copy of any of those boosted powers to use for up to twenty-four hours. Turns her into a real terror too since she can add up to five powers at once for that period until they reset overnight, hence the swiss army knife reference.”
The Brigadier turned a corner and continued towards the officer’s barracks a few blocks away. They crossed the street and followed her as Casey said, “That’s crazy, but if she’s so useful, what chance do we have at recruiting her? It sounds like she’s set career wise?”
“True. If we go only by the official reports and news articles she’s a paragon for the UN’s military.” The Brigadier turned down an alley shortcut to shave some time of her trip and the two sped up to catch her there. Damon continued in a whisper as they rushed forward, “The classified records paint a very different picture. One of an individual who has repeatedly refused to kill a single target despite orders, has gone out of her way to save civilians, and even went back into an active conflict zone to rescue a squad mate all without a single drop of blood being spilled. She may be strong but she’s pissed off a lot of higher ups with her irreproachable morals”
They reached the alley and quietly peered down only to find it empty, Damon raced to the other side to see where she had gone but she was nowhere to be found. Casey walked casually after him and said, “Let me guess, this bleeding-heart paragon of yours just vanished into thin air?”
Damon turned back towards his partner and his eyes went wide. “Shit!” he swore.
“Now, now, no need for vulgarities.” said a woman who was slowly appearing behind Casey. “I must say I appreciate my fans but I would prefer if you didn’t try to stalk me for an autograph.”
“We’re only here to talk Brigadier.” Damon said as he raised his hands to his head and peeled off a prosthetic mask revealing a black masked face underneath.
“Well!” the Brigadier said as she crossed her arms approvingly “if it isn’t the infamous Nightmare and Adamant, to what do I owe your illegal presence.” She looked at Casey and shot her a smug grin as she
“Don’t call me that” Casey said.
“Relax, she’s just trying to get under your skin.” Damon assured.
“Oh, I didn’t know it bothered you so much, how about the tiger tank? Or the pink rhino? Or what about the Busty Bulldozer?” the Brigadier added stone faced.
“I hate those names.” Casey said through gritted teeth, “I’ve told you people the name is Carbyne!” and with that she through a punch at the officer. She came close to a hit but the Brigadier conjured some kind of energy shield at the last second. Still the punch forced the bubble over a foot into the alley below.
“Well so much for plan A.” Damon said as his eyes glowed an iridescent blue. The world fell away around them and they found themselves standing in a forest clearing as the alley vanished around them.
“Interesting way of talking.” The Brigadier groaned as her shield was pummelled by Carbyne. “I was hoping your recruitment pitch would be a bit more civil than this.”
“Wait?” Carbyne paused her flailing fists, “You know about the mission?”
Medora Naren dropped her shield and brushed off her uniform, “Of course I know, who do you think has been sending your organization all that intel?”
“Makes sense,” shrugged Damon, “I suspected we must have a mole somewhere in the military given the accuracy of the intel. Though just so you know, I will trap you here in a dream far less pleasant than this one if you’re lying to us. Not to mention Carbyne here could pretty much take anything you through at her while I set it up too.”
“Thank you, Nightmare,” Medora sighed, “or should I say Mind Trip? I knew they would send someone strong to recruit me but this is better than I could have hoped.” Medora grinned sincerely. “But let’s talk about that later, for now you should know I’ve been found out as the mole and there is a team at the barracks waiting to take me in for questioning. That’s why I requested extraction and an alibi.”
Casey and Damon exchanged a concerned look, before Carbyne asked, “If what you say is true then prove it. Tell us how we know we can trust you?”
“Because of this.” Medora reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a single name written on it. “My contact assured me this would prove my intentions. Of course, if the brute wants to go another round that’s fine too.”
Mind Trip unfolded the paper, eyes going wide as he read the name, before saying “That’s not necessary.” He turned to his partner, “Carbyne, give me your coat please.”
“What!” Carbyne protested. Then seeing the serious look in her partner’s eyes, she relented and handed over her coat revealing a pink and blue hero’s costume and a pair of grey sweatpants.
“Quite the fashion choice.” commented Medora sarcastically.
“Shut it Brigadier Barbie or I’ll shove those medals up every hole you have.” Carbyne shot frowning.
With a sympathetic frown Medora said, “I’m afraid he’ll need these medals as well. So, as they say, no dice.” she took off her jacket too and handed them to Mind Trip who sat and focused on them for a second, eyes glowing brightly.
He stood and threw the trench coat to Medora and handed the officer’s jacket to Carbyne. When I drop this illusion, I need you to punch that jacket into the wall with the same force of roughly a rocket blast. Think you can handle that?” He asked.
“Pfft, who do you think you’re talking to, of course I can.” Carbyne snatched the jingling jacket and readied her fist.
Mind Trip breathed deeply and then began to count, “Ok… Three…. Two…. One!” As he finished the forest dream evaporated and they were back in the alley. Without hesitation, Carbyne punched the jacket into the wall while Mind Trip manifested an appropriate illusion in the minds of those in the area. They would see a burst of fire and smoke as well and swear they had even heard the rocket fire before the impact. As soon as rumble dust had filled the air all three bolted from the alley, expertly becoming lost in the crowd as they made their way out of the city….
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The following is an excerpt from Heroes in History 7th edition, published in 2976
Reports later stated that Medora Naren had been assassinated by the terrorist organization known as H.O.P.E. the body was never found. Some conspiracy theorist would theorize that the fugitive that appeared sometime after by the name of ‘Overpowered’ was some kind of relation to the departed Brigadier. It wouldn’t be until after the Great Hero War that the truth would come to light.
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This story is dedicated to two friends, one who helped me design the character Mind Trip, and the other who has been diligent in being the guinea pig and reading all of my stories to provide feedback.
So, thanks Dan and Happy Birthday Candi
Sincerely

J. S. Figment

Why I’ve been busy

So I know I’ve missed a couple weeks but I haven’t forgotten. Unfortunately due to life’s unexpected twists and turns I am now planning a move shortly to hopefully brighter opportunities. Anyway I just wanted to give a brief explanation about my recent absence and offer my apologies.

Thank you for sticking with my meandering nonsense and I hope to make it up to you all I the weeks to come with new material.

Take care and have a great day

Sincerely

J. S. Figment

Guard Duty

“Hey Chuck! How goes the tedium?” asked the intimidating seven-foot-tall wall of muscle and genetic enhancements walking towards me.

“Oh, not too bad.” I shrugged, digging the gun strap deeper into my shoulder as I did. “Thought I saw a speck of dust move horizontally a few hours ago by that stack over there.” I pointed. “What about you Amy? I heard you were on the Chimera experimentation list?”

The hulking Amy slammed down in the chair next to me which protested the new weight with audible squeaking and groaning as the metal settled. “I’m always good man,” she chortled, “and yeah I was first one on the list but I’ll probably have to wait still until the boss is done testing it on those heroes who broke in last week.”

“Do you know what animal you want for the experiment yet?” I asked as I picked up a pebble and threw it towards a stack of crates among the thousands of other stacks of crates in the enormous warehouse. All stamped with a big and menacing looking letter “I” in the form of a skeletal tree, the logo of the villain known as Illustrious.

“Don’t know, I’m stuck between three choices, an eagle, a bear, or a platypus.” she said as she watched the arc of the pebble which evaporated in a burst of laser fire from a hidden turret before it hit anything.

“A platypus?” I chuckled, “You really think the boss will be okay with that?”

Amy shrugged, “Beats me, I’m pretty sure she’ll take my opinion into consideration though, she’s always been cool like that.”

I nodded, Illustrious may be a mass murdering psychopath in the eyes of the public, but to us guards she was one of the best bosses we’ve ever had. I mean sure the death threat at the interview was a little unnerving, but once you get past the openly evil bits, she actually held to the henchman’s union guidelines like they were a bible. We only worked four twelve hour shifts and only four hours of that was by yourself at the worst. Not to mention, we got full benefits and healthcare, and the pay was about three times the national average so no one really complained.

“So, what about you?” Amy grinned, “I heard you were on the waiting list for those neural implants. Tired of guard duty, are you?”

“It’s not that,” I sighed, “I just want to work in one of the R&D divisions building some of the cool stuff in here instead of babysitting it you know?”

“Yeah, I get that” she chuckled, “too bad Arya dumped you, you two could have-” I was saved from the awkward conversation temporarily as the radio in our ears crackled to life.

It was the silky voice of Illustrious herself as she said, “Amy, Charles, we have an escaped prisoner heading your way” her tone one of amusement.

“Want us to crush it?” asked Amy enthusiastically as she pounded a massive fist into her other palm.

“Calm down there Amy,” Illustrious chuckled, “I want you two to stand down and lock your weapons on stun. Let them make it to the warehouse, I want to test the automated systems for a change.”

“Understood.” I said as I dutifully locked all my weapons.

“I really do wish you would lighten up and let me add more upgrades Charles.” Illustrious teased.

“I’ll work on that Ma’am.” I countered to an annoyed sigh from both Amy and Illustrious.

Suddenly the doors burst open and a burly hero in a hospital gown came charging in and raised his hands which ignited with scorching white flames. “Hands up stooges!” he yelled and we complied. “Now which way is the exit, tell me now or I incinerate you both with my holy flames.”

“They’re not holy, they’re just a biological mutation that affected his brain making him hear voices.” Illustrious whispered in our radios.

We both pointed to the other side of the warehouse and her took off running again.

We sat back down as Illustrious excitedly counted, “Five…Four…Three…Two…and…” All the defence systems sprang to life and he was vaporized by a hail of various projectiles and energy beams. “One.” she finished.

“Everything seems to be working to me Boss?” I said into the radio.

“Hmmm…” came her response, “The fourth and fifth ion turrets on the east side are still slightly off. Send maintenance down to see what they can do in the morning. Amy, Charles, you both did wonderfully, keep up the good work and I’ll be sure to put in a good word on your performance reviews with Thomas next month.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Amy and I said in unison as the radio went dead.

Then Amy leaned back and said, “So I spy with my little eye…”

 

Weird Word of the week #1

Extramundane – outside or beyond the physical world

https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/extramundane