[Friday July 10th]
So after my first little trip to school I'd come home, and realized, over a pint of Ben and Jerry's just how I was acting. I dug out an old, crappy EoE promotional poster, sliced away everything but the third child, and stuck it to the wall opposite the foot of my bed over the words "What are you, Stupid?"
I'd also gotten over my nervousness and contacted my family. Everything hitting the news over the week had made it a bit easier to convince them. Though I think my grandmother was having a tough time of it.
Friday, however, was when things started to get interesting.
I was dodging around a couple of girls who'd decided to hold a conversation in the middle of the door leading into the VSIM building when something slammed into my head, knocking me out of the shroud of my Hide ability and sending me tumbling across the parking lot. I'd found that 'hiding' took a bit of concentration, and if I didn't focus on it I started to fade back in to sight. Apparently I'd become visible enough that someone could see me.
The sudden pain in my jaw, and the scrapes I suffered faded almost as soon as I felt them, and I dredged up enough of Alicia's Rogue Isles trained instincts to hit the costume change button on my watch as I rolled to my feet.
I stood, my trench coat whipping about my legs, and my fedora cocked at a jaunty angle. The two girls were staring at me and the fellow who'd hit me in shock. Though I like to think it was mostly at him. There's a school of thought that says if your tie isn't garish and loud enough to make a person's eyes bleed at twenty paces, you're not doing it right, and this... person, seemed to be a disciple. It might also have been the tight spandex, which was a whole set of reactions I really didn't want to consider at that point.
My assailant stood, posing dramatically, in all his spandex and neon glory. His fists were wreathed in pink light, and he was talking. I made the mistake of listening and felt my IQ drop by at least one sigma.
"Foul villain, your nefarious plan to sabotage these fine students's educations will..."
At which point I managed to stop listening again. I've never been a fan of the Kuno Tatewaki school of heroic declarations, and I doubt I ever will be. I waited until he seemed to come to some point or another and spoke up.
"Three things I'd like make clear before this goes any further, Spanky." I said. "One, you don't have any police powers in the here and now, so you're just a tackily dressed nut about to commit assault and battery. Two, even if you had police powers, I haven't done anything, and you can't prove that I have. Not with out planting evidence anyway. And three..."
Which is when I reached out to that weird indescribable thing that is Naptha's powers and erased my presence from his mind. I have to admit I did do the hand wave thing, but I am a geek, so it doesn't bother me that much.
I spent an entirely too long moment watching him blink stupidly, trying to remember why he was there, and then leapt over his head. I bounced off of one wall of the building and landed on the roof. A quick glance down showed my erstwhile playmate was still standing there looking stupid, so I dropped off the far side and made for the door on the first floor.
This was going to be problem, I could tell. I hoped he hadn't gotten a good look at my face, but even a brief one could be trouble. My new looks were kind of distinctive.
A quick look around confirmed I was alone in the tiny courtyard, and I faded back into reality, shifting out of the my costume as I did so. I was going to have to move that shopping trip up so I could get another sports bra quickly. I'd taken to wearing the one from my costume under my civvies, and, well, with out it the leather catsuit kind of chafed.
So after my first little trip to school I'd come home, and realized, over a pint of Ben and Jerry's just how I was acting. I dug out an old, crappy EoE promotional poster, sliced away everything but the third child, and stuck it to the wall opposite the foot of my bed over the words "What are you, Stupid?"
I'd also gotten over my nervousness and contacted my family. Everything hitting the news over the week had made it a bit easier to convince them. Though I think my grandmother was having a tough time of it.
Friday, however, was when things started to get interesting.
I was dodging around a couple of girls who'd decided to hold a conversation in the middle of the door leading into the VSIM building when something slammed into my head, knocking me out of the shroud of my Hide ability and sending me tumbling across the parking lot. I'd found that 'hiding' took a bit of concentration, and if I didn't focus on it I started to fade back in to sight. Apparently I'd become visible enough that someone could see me.
The sudden pain in my jaw, and the scrapes I suffered faded almost as soon as I felt them, and I dredged up enough of Alicia's Rogue Isles trained instincts to hit the costume change button on my watch as I rolled to my feet.
I stood, my trench coat whipping about my legs, and my fedora cocked at a jaunty angle. The two girls were staring at me and the fellow who'd hit me in shock. Though I like to think it was mostly at him. There's a school of thought that says if your tie isn't garish and loud enough to make a person's eyes bleed at twenty paces, you're not doing it right, and this... person, seemed to be a disciple. It might also have been the tight spandex, which was a whole set of reactions I really didn't want to consider at that point.
My assailant stood, posing dramatically, in all his spandex and neon glory. His fists were wreathed in pink light, and he was talking. I made the mistake of listening and felt my IQ drop by at least one sigma.
"Foul villain, your nefarious plan to sabotage these fine students's educations will..."
At which point I managed to stop listening again. I've never been a fan of the Kuno Tatewaki school of heroic declarations, and I doubt I ever will be. I waited until he seemed to come to some point or another and spoke up.
"Three things I'd like make clear before this goes any further, Spanky." I said. "One, you don't have any police powers in the here and now, so you're just a tackily dressed nut about to commit assault and battery. Two, even if you had police powers, I haven't done anything, and you can't prove that I have. Not with out planting evidence anyway. And three..."
Which is when I reached out to that weird indescribable thing that is Naptha's powers and erased my presence from his mind. I have to admit I did do the hand wave thing, but I am a geek, so it doesn't bother me that much.
I spent an entirely too long moment watching him blink stupidly, trying to remember why he was there, and then leapt over his head. I bounced off of one wall of the building and landed on the roof. A quick glance down showed my erstwhile playmate was still standing there looking stupid, so I dropped off the far side and made for the door on the first floor.
This was going to be problem, I could tell. I hoped he hadn't gotten a good look at my face, but even a brief one could be trouble. My new looks were kind of distinctive.
A quick look around confirmed I was alone in the tiny courtyard, and I faded back into reality, shifting out of the my costume as I did so. I was going to have to move that shopping trip up so I could get another sports bra quickly. I'd taken to wearing the one from my costume under my civvies, and, well, with out it the leather catsuit kind of chafed.