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“Fuck. So what’s your deal? Mind explaining my powers to me?”

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@amcterasu
❝I might not be Tony but I’m not stupid. You’re lying.❞
“Fuck. So what’s your deal? Mind explaining my powers to me?”
The day the brunette was having had cracked the top ten worst ones; losing her powers, falling unceremoniously from a balcony and now encountering a woman who was offering no help whatsoever. “ Aren’t I the luckiest person this side of town? Someone write me up a lottery ticket, I’m gonna win the fucking jackpot. ” As she spoke, the sarcasm dripped in her voice, the pain in her leg making her more snappy and sarcastic than she usually was and that was a bad thing. Amelie crawled towards the wall, making sure not to push with her broken leg or else she’d make it worse.
“Ooh, wait, wait!” Tomoe rummaged around in her pockets, patting her parka down in search of the scratch card she had won earlier. She handed it over, except it was already scratched out and the prize had been 50 cents off 6 Piece Chicken McNuggets. “I mean, I was gonna get myself a snack after I was done with the whole keeping the streets safe thing, but I figure you need it even more than I do.” She skipped after Amelie, catching up with her easily even though she had let the girl get a fair amount of lead on her. “So, what do you like, usually do? Anti-gravity?”
Harley had to look away, unable to watch these demons get executed. She felt like she was going to be sick. She shook her head at her words. “I want my own powers.” Harley shuddered as she glanced back at her. “Why do you have to kill them all? That seems pretty unnecessary, don’t you think? Maybe excessive?”
She kicked a dismembered head across the alleyway, where it landed inside a dumpster. And she danced a little jig in celebration of it. “They won’t stop going after Dearest unless they’re dead.” She shrugged her shoulders, sheathing her sword in a single, practiced flourish. “So they had to die. Kill or be killed. They were just unlucky they had to get through me.” Tomoe smiled brightly.
“My grandpa’s really sick and I need you to authorise a 10 million dollar wire transfer to my personal bank account in the Cayman Islands so I can pay for his medical fees. It’s stated in my employee contract.”
❝Alright, I’ll be in Tony’s body for the next three bloody days. What do you mortals do for fun? Excuse me for not being on this planet since the dinosaurs, I didn’t have much time to read up on your latest news.❞
“My grandpa’s really sick and I need you to authorise a 10 million dollar wire transfer to my personal bank account in the Cayman Islands so I can pay for his medical fees. It’s stated in my employee contract.”
Harley frowned at the woman, her tone making her shudder in discomfort. This whole situation was eerie, and Harley didn’t like it at all. “I see that, but can you just.. put them down? Get off of them, they’re not gonna hurt your ‘bae’.” Who the hell even used that word anymore? “Do you know what’s going on with the powers thing?” Harley asked curiously.
She shook her head. Another sympathiser. At least this one wasn’t a demon rights activist or something like that. That would be very pesky. Bracing her hands against her knees, Tomoe pushed herself off the demon and then drew her sword, casually slicing through the back of its skull in executing it. “They were, so I had to kill them all. Well, have to.” So she did, going about methodically dealing a fatal blow to those that were not yet dead. “Nope. Pretty fucking pissed that I’ve got powers now, though. You want mine?” said Tomoe casually as she texted Satana’s clean-up crew that they were due to work.
Of course Harley was going to be a bit started by the excess of bodies in the street, a lone woman sitting atop them and kicking one in the head. She felt sick, horrified by the sight in front of her, and Harley took a few steps back, ready to bolt. It wasn’t like she could fight this girl back now- her strength was gone. “What the hell…” Harley swore quietly, staring at the girl in horror. “What did you do to them? Why!?”
Tomoe looked up at the passer-by and rolled her eyes. Of course they would misunderstand. “Look, look,” Tomoe said, sounding incredibly world-weary, and she grabbed the demon she sat on by the single horn that protruded from its head, yanking it up. “Demon! Demon. Not human.” It let out a pained groan that was suppressed when Tomoe smashed its head into the cement again. “Besides, they were going after my bae while she was depowered. Cowards, a bunch of ‘em.” She sighed. “But I have powers now, so that’s really fucking horrible.” It all sounded quite odd, with the monotonous robotic voice that Tomoe currently sported while masked.
Tomoe sulked.
“Stop whining!” snapped the girl, savagely kicking the head of the demon that she was sitting on top of as it whimpered, mashing it into the concrete with a sickening squelch.
How did this happen?
No - not the dozens of demonic shapes that laid all around her in various states of life; dead, dying, wishing-they-were-dead. She had fought them all, of course, but while it usually had her break a sweat, maybe cop a sprain and various cuts here and there, this time she had done it effortlessly.
Because she had fucking superpowers.
Without any idea as to what to do right then, Tomoe did what she thought was best under such unfortunate circumstances.
She continued sulking.
In the middle of New York City.
Surrounded by a fallen demonic horde.
It was a normal night for Amelie, going round the streets of New York to scope out any wrongdoings and save the people that needed it, but something felt strange and missing. She was on the balcony of an empty building, peering down at two men as they cornered a young woman. Amelie hopped down and tried to place her hands at her sides, to create the electric shield to protect her fall but her powers seemed to fail her. She dropped onto her feet and felt one of them crack, “ Son of a bitch! ” she cussed out, wrapping her fingers around her right ankle, blinded with pain. The two muggers and the woman had ran away from the crazy woman who jumped out of the balcony and she was alone.
She was watching. She always did. Perched on the roofs, hanging from a pipe. Like an avenging angel lurking in the shadows, always ready to strike. It seemed as if her interference was unnecessary then, considering there was another ready to jump into action. Nevertheless she was ready, and curious to see what she co- Well, that worked as a distraction, Tomoe supposed. Dropping in unceremoniously like she was trying to commit suicide. It worked well enough, chasing them off. She flipped off the roof, and landed on the balls of her feet, bending her knees to absorb the shock of the fall. Masked and with the scrambler turning her voice into a robotic drone, Tomoe shrugged her shoulders in the most uncyborg-like manner. “On the bright side, you’ve got a broken ankle only. Saw some guy - figured he thought he was still super durable or something - have his brains blown out all over an alley wall. Poor thing. I had to execute the gangbangers he had been trying to stop.” She sounded remorseful. Almost. Maybe. Slightly.
“ so for every single day of my life since i was born i’ve had wings, right? i mean, i was a fucking freak of nature from the second i came into this world. my lungs were all weird; my bones were hollow. all sorts of crazy shit to make my mutation actually work. and i wake up this morning and ??? no wings. like — what the actual fuck. that seems impossible doesn’t it? completely ridiculous, completely impossible. ” the babbling, swearing, pacing, and pointless anger help keep her mind off of how fucking trapped she feels. maybe if she can stay angry, she won’t have a goddamn panic attack.
she was listening to some music on her headphones, bobbing her head - and her body - to some sick beats, y’know. just stuff young people did. only after a while did tomoe realise that the blonde girl that had stopped beside her was blabbering, not on the phone or anything, but to seemingly thin air. turning down her music, tomoe was able to catch most of her rant, and she raised a single eyebrow after looking her up and down. “i’ll, uh, have a bag - or a tab, joint, whatever - of what you’re on, thanks. could do with a good trip these days.”
‘ huh. well that’s new. ’ clarice had tried teleporting away from the bar fight she had caused, only to be met with a fist. she stumbled back, hand reaching for her now busted lip. ‘ congratulations, you caught me on a bad night. i’ve been aching to kick some ass anyway. ’ with a flick of her wrist, she had sent her bottle of beer flying towards the thug, her leg connecting with the second who tried sneaking up towards her.
!! tomoe’s eyes darted towards the arcing bottle of beer, precious foam already spilling from the mouth of it - and she snatched it out of the air. as a favour to the girl that had thrown it in the first place, tomoe smashed the thug in the face with the handle of her umbrella. sipping from whatever remained in the bottle, tomoe hummed and watched the girl fight the thugs she had somehow angered. this was all so exciting, not being the one caught in the fight for once.
@amcterasu
“ tomoe !! i’m glad to see you, sweetheart. i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. time just gets away from me. ” she rests her chin on the woman’s shoulder, pressing a ruby red kiss to her cheek. “ let me buy you dinner. you don’t even have to cook it this time. ”
the demoness showing up distracted tomoe for a second and the whetstone was applied at the wrong angle, causing her sword to slice through it. “not like it needed to be sharpened anyway.” she tossed it aside, then turned her head to peck satana on the forehead. “don’t worry about it, babe - ‘sides, i got myself a job, remember? well, an internship.”
“i think we really do mean two different things, chica. “
“ is shield hiring that kind of help these days? “
“Whaddya mean these days?”
“Babe, they’re spies. Nothing’s clean. Sometimes everyone’s just gotta .. die, you know?”
‘I think you’re confusing
me with someone else.’
“I can see through your disguise.”
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‘’ ya lookin’ for me?? well, i’m right here so come get me. ‘’
oh well. she had an employer to answer to. instant ramen was left on the railing, and tomoe dashed off, sword blending into the night.
“Holy hell.” Carol was glad her voice was low and disappeared under the sounds of the battle as she knew just how unintelligent she’d sounded just then. She was in awe though, having never witnessed anyone using a sword quite so powerful before. She’d seen it all, from the sophisticated technology of various alien species to the most primitive, makeshift weapons imaginable, but this was new to her. New and exciting. She would most definitely allow herself to get giddy afterwards.
She saw the damage that had been done to the mutate’s armour and soon realised the sword alone wouldn’t be enough to cause any further injure. The warrior - calling them anything else would’ve seem almost unfair - knew exactly how to use their weapon of choice, but they were missing something. That something had been given to Carol Danvers the day she’d been caught in the explosion of the Kree psyche-magnitron, a device built to bestow superhuman abilities to those who hadn’t been born with them. To put it bluntly, Captain Marvel really packed a punch.
Carol nodded, mostly to herself, and flew after the sword. Her heightened reflexes made it possible for her to catch the weapon and make her move before an ordinary person would’ve had the time to notice what was going on. Omega Red wasn’t an ordinary person so she had no choice but to hope for the best and take action immediately. With a look of dedication and excitement adorning her face, Carol plunged forward and aimed her first blow, pleased to realise the combination of the sword and her strength was definitely doing far more than her energy blasts.
Omega Red seemed to have come to the same conclusion, shocked by the state of his armour. However, the first strike hadn’t finished the job, hadn’t actually fully broken through the material. She pulled away just for a moment, made sure there was a fair amount of distance between herself and the villain, and flew right back in with even more force, only stopping when the sword sunk in, finally penetrating the whole thing.
Now that she only had one sword, Omega Red had perceived Tomoe the weaker one of the two. Tunneling his vision on the Korean-American, Omega Red’s folly was to strike. He lost two more tentacles from lightning quick, two-handed cuts of her remaining sword. The blade was black, black as the night sky - black as the night sky in a way that seemed as if it had been black before the sky had been so. The night sky was black, like the blade was, and not the other way around.
The siege was lifted - Tomoe having been driven on the defensive - when the man pitched forward and lost his balance. This saw Tomoe stepping in diagonally, smoothly switching her blade into a double back-handed grip, and cutting him across the stomach, deeply scoring the armour. She stepped away, allowing Captain Marvel to take over, since Omega Red was now forced up against a wall. “Yes!” cried out Tomoe in triumph the moment the sword broke through, bringing up a cry of pain that shattered panes of glass in a two-block radius.
Scrambling back at the threat to his suddenly mortal body, Tomoe pressed the attack, charging forward even as Omega Red pulled away so forcefully that the sword went along with him. She dashed in front of the blonde superhero, casually batting aside desperate tentacle strokes, until she reached the hilt of her sword. Raising her foot, Tomoe slammed it down on it, forcing the blade to cut upwards and slicing an even wider groove in the armour, before she caught the handle and pulled it out. The flesh was already healing ...
Until Tomoe pinned him to the next wall with her second blade, and black blood bubbled out of the Russian’s mouth.
“Do you yield?”
‘Why would you want an autograph?’
“I really loved your hit single, ‘All Of Me’.”