The Colorful Cosmic

Chapter 1

A Totally Friendly Encounter

On a foggy night in the city, a professional-looking man had appeared near the entrance of the bar. The building itself appeared to be old fashion; a woody entrance, sign hanging from the top of it with a balcony that is above him. It would have been wrong if the bar were not like this. After all, it was in Cranberry Lane, a historical street for the city. Before he went inside, he looked behind him to see his bike that was parked on the side. It was not until recently that this area became peaceful again. Feeling rest assured, he went inside the bar of the Cocoon.

The feeling of calmness still stays within his mind as he entered in the clean place. There were tables and chairs scarred across the room. On the left side of the bar, he could see a BTM machine along with a dance floor and a microphone. When he looked forward, he can see a long table were multiple types of drinks were on. A large tv was also visible, showing a late basketball game. Near it was a young man with goggles and an apron over a long coat. He was too busy cleaning the glass to notice the professional man. Yet the bartender seemed to be happy, bobbing his head while he hums to himself.

The professional man sat on a stool and knocked hard on the table. The bartender was shocked and look at the man. “Goodness,” the bartender replied. “Didn’t notice you, customer.”

The professional man put his jacket on the back of his stool. “You’re fine. I was assuming that you were closing. I was about to leave.”

“No need stranger. I was since the business was running slow. But you came along. Welcome to the Cocoon! Name’s Riot Grand.

“My name is Yonder,” he smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to Cranberry Lane. Last time I was here, this was an abandoned building.”

“Yeah. Still kind of is.” Even with goggles on, Yonder was able to see that Riot’s facial expression tighten up, almost cringing. “ Got to thank my partners for that. Lazy basters. Anyway, what could I give you?”

“Don’t know,” Yonder yawns. “Though it might be best for me to stay sober.”

“Then this isn’t the place for you,” says Riot. “I would suggest you leave, but I kind of want the company. Been here for hours. It’s driving me insane.”

“To be honest, that’s what I came for.”

Yonder pulls out a notebook with a pin, staring at Riot. “After all, it’s not every day I get to talk to people like you, Common Excellence.”

Riot shook again but had an emotionless expression on his face. He did not know what to expect, but he was disappointed. “I see now. You did not want to talk. You wanted an interview.”

“Well yes. An interview would be nice too. But I want to see your side of things. See, I am an inspiring journalist. As you know, this city has been lacking a lot of elements to be functional for some time. When things start to calm down, I knew this would be the best place to start! No competition, fresh sources, and undoubtedly more action to come.”

Riot smiles as he places a glass of water on the table. He turns back at his sink, but before he did, yonder glances a smile. “You’re an opportunist, huh? I like that attitude of yours. I am curious about how wise you are though. If you want an interview with me, you must know who you are talking to. Sure, this is the right idea?”

Yonder felt intimidated by Riot’s calm voice. He could not help but shiver and he knew he had to think fast. “I have no intention of turning your words against you. I just want the people to know the truth. Besides, this can be a good investment for both of us. You tell me your side of things, I sprite your good word. Even with all that you and the others have done, there are still others who don’t trust you.”

“Those who don’t trust me are people not worth knowing. I cannot blame them either. Anyways, there is nothing you can do for me. You underestimate my connections.”

Riot turns to look at the sad Yonder. He puts all his stuff to the side and stares at Yonder. “ However, I don’t have anything to fear. I guess I can spare some time for this.”

Yonder sighs with relief.

“Ok. What’s first?”

“What can you tell me of the Origins of Superhumans? The Birth of Wonder?”

“Why would this be relevant to anything?”

“As I said, I like to hear your input. Some things are unknown. Something that depends on your knowledge and stance on it, it shows your personality.”

Riot lays back on his sink, crosses his arms. “There are sadly people who say this stuff. I do not see what all the fuss is about. A coble of minutes on the internet should give people all the information they need.”

Despite saying this, Riot pulled out his phone, scrolling through a wiki. He noticed that Yonder frowned.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! Anyways, as everyone that does not live under a rock, everything started with the Sapphire meteor. In its destruction, came sapphire energy, something that combined the human to other parts of the earth. Or about anything. With this, mega humans were created.”

“And what of the other theories?” Yonder asks while looking at his notes.

“They’re nonsensical. Seriously, I do not even know how other theories can pop up. I know some say that it is a blessing from some higher beings. Others are saying it is a virus. But all it was dusk, shards, and chunks of the meteor interesting with the weather. That's all.”

Yonder nods while appearing sad. He looks at the tv while a commercial was running for the Institute, the greatest (and only government official) superhero team. Within the advertisement were people of different sexes, races, and beliefs. One of them was the battle angle Galatz, whose metal wings were behind a new generation of legends.

“It was too much,” Yonder said as he grabs his glass. “So much change in so little time. The government could not control anything at that point because they tried to rule with their secrets and conspiracies. Thank God that the Omegas came when they did. Man, I tell you what. I miss the days of PRIME.”

“You seem like a fan.” Riot smiles slightly. It was small yet seemed so menacing. Strangely feeling threaten, Yonder looked behind him, looking at a ceiling fan from afar.

“I’m guessing you’re not. I understand. If most of what I heard of you and your group is true, then I cannot blame you. Just keep this in mind; there is always a bigger fish. As it should be. Without their power in check, there will be no one to stop villains- no, terrorist groups like Division N. Or who else better would you think could train future heroes? I hope you do not think that those blood-sucking sponsors companies would do better. If anyone thinks they can do better, this city is the perfect counter-argument to that.”

“Please don’t put words into my mouth,” Riot says as he eats a cookie from a jar. “Trust me, I understand. It just that to me, they are a necessary evil. I am getting tired of people saying that they like demigods or something. It is annoying. They have too much clout! If they told some random scrip on the street to run off a cliff, they would. No questions asked! Folks got so much trust in them; they do not have any trust in themselves. Leaving them unable to think for themselves.”

“Don’t you think you’re going too far? I will not call it to mind control, just loyalty. After all that they have done, they deserve it.”

“That’s because you hear only what they want to hear.” Riot closes the jar and turned down the tv. He was not sure that he was giving a peaceful vibe. People out of this city always think that an unpopular opinion will leave for your death. And while that’s true, Riot always likes an intelligent, gentlemen debate.

“I got something you’ll like to hear. Remember Blue?”

“Who won’t? A group that used to be renowned for their Sapphire research turned into villains in under a couple of days. It’s almost like they wanted to cause another Stallion incident.”

Riot give Yonder a scary look. That was a threat. “Don’t worry. Seeing how you saved this city; I know you aren’t the monster most people make you out to be.”

“How reassuring,” Riot said smiling. “Well, I got a story for you.”

The Colorful Cosmic

Part 1

“For my sake would you stay up?”

All she could think of was the comfort of her bed as she lay on her table. She could not feel bad about it either. It was Desmond Miles that was teaching her after all. She could not believe that a trillionaire like him would make a lesson on mega humans so important. Yet that was exactly what he was doing, putting his tiny handwriting on the whiteboard. The older man noticed her displeasure on the lesson as he places his hand on his hip.

“I hope you know that this isn’t charity,” Desmond said in an irritated tone. “There’s a lot more business I can take care of then try to teach a brat like you.”

“You mean your favorite brat.” Beth smiles. She looks upon Desmond with sleepy eyes. “Plus, if it were up to me, you could have done whatever you wanted. Lectures are dumb. Even dumber when I was already taught this stuff.”

“Lectures aren’t dumb. They are important. As you should know, this is a recap for your first solo mission. Can’t ask Riot or Jolene the important stuff.”

Desmond stopped himself when he saw Beth slowly face her head to her desk. He sighs and erases his board.

“Young people like you should have more energy. Sleeping is not going to make it better. If you do not want to learn the easy way, then we’ll have to do this in the combat sim.”

“Yes!” Beth yelled. She jumped off her seat, as if she were never tired, and ran out of the room. She knows every inch of the place, but the combat room has a path that she memorizes. Desmond smiles as he slowly walks to the room while envy her youth and mobility. He was aware that her actions were that of a child, but he did not mind. She never had a childhood, to begin with. Therefore, she should enjoy this as much as she could.

Desmond reached the combat room while Beth was doing some stretches.

“You really should put on your costume first.”

“No, I’m fine. Really. It’ll take a while anyway.”

“Fine,” Desmond said as he grabs his datapad. He looks around the room to admire his work. The lights around the room glowed light pink while the mirrors all around the room. Desmond went inside a room in the right, looking at all that was in it within safety.

“Ok, Cosmic. Pop quiz while you stretch. Explain superhumans types.”

“Yes sir!” Cosmic took a breath and then stretched her legs. “There are many types of powers. It is impossible to know everyone one of them since they can be so random. But when discovered, they can be put into characteristics. Doing this will not only help the user to better understand their powers, but to also find a weakness to them.”

“The most common type of supers are tech-eteers. They are people that use devices, weapons, or robots to fight. While most times they are not what you would consider a super, they deserve to be called so for being able to stand among them. There are also elementals, mega-humans that can control stuff like fire, electricity, or anything else by storing it within their body. If a source of their power is nearby, they’ll always be a threat.”

“Good job so far. What would you consider yourself as?”

Cosmic stop stretching as she felt sad. She was unique compared to others. So unique in fact that she could not leave a jail. Having amnesia at the time, she was forced to reflect only on her powers. She stayed on a short leash for a good amount of time, distant from any friend or family. That uniqueness was her whole life.

That uniqueness cost her of a normal life.

“My power is special compared to everyone else. But at least I can still say it has its type. I am a domainer, a mega-human that can either create or control a certain area. An area where my powers increase tenfold.”

“Ah Yes,” Desmond responds. “A powerful, yet dangerous ability. Dangerous enough to harm anyone nearby, even yourself. At least, that used to be the case. Though training and improvements on your equipment, you have better control over, your powers. While you have saved the lives of select Neutrals and others, you rarely have control. You make domes either too big or too small. Your aiming is to pair with a monkey with a gun. And whenever you do use your powers, it is always on pure pressure. Throughout the past, you have always had someone to watch over your power. That time needs to past.”

The lights around the room pan to the middle of it. Knowing what was about to come, Cosmic charged up her energy. She started at the strange black pool that presented itself as it bubbles.

“You should already know how things go down, ” Desmond says as he lays back on his chair. “ Goo-goo will have a weak point. Your goal is to hit there three times within a minute. Get hit, start over.”

Cosmic is painfully aware of the rules. One time, she fought Goo-Goo for nearly an hour. Yet she still sees more of a creature in Goo-Goo than a machine as he slowly steps towards her. The machine points at her as it slimes drabs to the floor. What was once a menacing taunt now seems like a start to a challenge.

“Just like last time,” Cosmic thought to herself. She created a dome around her, making her float over Goo-Goo’s horizontal swipe. Seeing that another attack was coming, she creates a bubble to her top right. The timing as shower then usual since she did not have her weapons, but she had no trouble getting into the bubble. She then made a big dome behind Goo-Goo, leaving it unable to turn back.

Goo-Goo is a robot made by Desmond the Mad for training specific attributes from a super. With the help of old Blue members, there is a robot of each member of the Neutrals, each to strengthen their fighting styles. In Cosmic case, it is to keep her moving within her domes and bubbles while applying pressure to her enemies. To do so, see makes up multiple domes around them. In doing so, she will have more places to use her power while keeping her enemies at bay. For now, she is doing well in that regard.

The bubbles she was in moved up and down, causing Goo-Goo to miss many of his hits. Angry, he spread his goo all around the training room, having all the floor black and sticky. If Cosmic were to land on the floor at this point, she will be unable to get off it. But with Goo-Goo doing so, his power is spread thin, making it easier for Cosmic to hit the weak point on it is back. She moved to the dome behind the machine and wine up her kick. She hit the machine right on its back, causing the beast to move forward.

One hit down, two more to go.

Yet the first problem appeared. When Goo-Goo was pushed into the dome, its goo had spread around it. This has presented a new problem for Cosmic when her some has been invaded. One she intended to use to end the fight.

“You charged your kick a bit too much,” Desmond says as he moved his chair closer to his window. “Looks like someone gotten impatient. I wonder how you'll get out of this?”

‘A good question’, Cosmic thought to herself. She has never been in this predicament before. Normally she would close the dome Goo-goo was in but doing so now would close everything else. Out of all the times, she tried this strategy on it, this never happened. Because she would normally never rush things.

She had to do something new. And when she saw that Goo-Goo was still struggling to turn back to her, she had an idea. Within the dome she was in, she holds her legs with her arms. Looking at Goo-Goo’s back, she started to spin herself. Despite becoming dizzy, Cosmic concentrated herself to spun even faster. Focus was the keyword in this fight.

She will save herself.

Feeling confident, she swung herself to Goo-Goo. She kicked it is back so hard that he went out of the dome and unto the floor. Cosmic did not want to waste any time charging her next attack. Without focusing on the target, she went out of her zone to kick her again. However, Goo-Goo never got up. Before she could realize what was happening, she landed on the rubber wall. Quickly, she placed another dome on her. She floated over Goo-Goo and then kicked it on it is back. For the third time. Goo-Goo bounces into the wall, and before Cosmic was able to react, Goo-Goo lands on her.

“No!” Cosmic screamed, but it was too late. She was stuck on the ground with black goo all over her. Desmond ordered Goo-Goo to head back to his pool while he was laughing more than he should have. Cosmic looked at Desmond angry as he approaches her.

“Good job,” Desmond thumbs up. “Along with surviving this encounter without your equipment, you made new moves and had a flawless landing. Brilliant. You should be ready for your first solo mission.

“Hooray,” Cosmic said in a low tone.

Part 2

It was a bright and colorful day in Old Vulture, the city of the infamous Neutrals. On this day, there were many in Holster Park. It was it is grand reopening after the countless crimes that used to be had in this area. But the park replaced its drugs and cigars with plants and water fountains. While there are not many new things in Holster now, the walkways were fixed, signs of the rules were everywhere, and there was nothing but green as far as everyone can see. Many people took part in this, whether to start helping in their community, to excuses or to relax. In Cosmic’ s case, it was work.

Her time here was not a confrontable one. Without anyone to talk to, she sat around with a grey jacket covering her costume. Or should she say battle suit? She sat on a bench all on her lonesome to see a large field in front of her. There was a stage in the middle of her view that was being set up by some of the locals. Along with Desmond, who tried his best to look classy with his white suit jacket and trilby hat. He never glanced her way, pretending that she was not there.

She needed to be as bland and normal than she ever could. There are people from various factions of this city that would plan on messing this event up. Many cannot resist the opportunity to show themselves as the next big dog of the city by humiliating Desmond and the Neutrals by making chaos. Cosmic was here to stop whoever wanted to disturb the peace. Other than a few reform police, she had no backup in this. The rest of the Neutrals were busy doing something else and had complete trust in her. Trust she cannot understand. She cannot count the times she almost killed all of them.

It has been an hour since the grand reopening, but no trouble has shown itself. Part of Cosmic is relieved but was also bored. She lays back on her chair, on the verge of sleeping, until she felt something tug at her jacket. She looks to see a young boy that was close to tears.

“E…Excuse me,” the young boy says.

Cosmic bends her back to get a closer look at the young boy. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m…lost. I cannot find mommy. Can’t find daddy.”

The words that the boy was saying was difficult to understand. He was combining his words with sobs as snot and tears ran over his face. Cosmic puts her hand on the boy's shoulder.

“What’s your name?”

“Isaac.”

Cosmic looks up to see the stage is set. Discussions and performances were to start soon. Cosmic has been here early in the morning and still have not found anyone suspicious. She may have an important task on her, but she cannot leave this child alone. Even if she were to ignore him, his crying would surely bring needless attention to her.

“Ok Isaac. Let us see if we can find them. There properly playing hide and seek and forgot all about you.”

Isaac cries harder now. Cosmic feels shameful and embarrassed. “So sorry! Forget I said that Other than the finding them part.”

Cosmic holds Isaac’s hand as they both walked around the park. Cosmic makes sure not to lose sight of the stage, which unfortunately made it harder to find the boy’s parents.

“So, do you remember where you last saw your parents?”

Isaac points to the statue from afar. “I think it was around there.”

While it was a bit farther than she would have wanted, Isaac's parents would likely be around that spot. She and Isaac took a short walk there to find a good amount of people walking near it. The state was one of a small hero, who has had his fists on his chest. This area was in front of the entrance, and the event on stage was about to start. It is only natural that so many people would be out here.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Isaac ran into the crowd, leaving Cosmic out for the dusk. Cosmic yelled his name, but she could not hear. There was much more noise and people then she thought there would be. Or should be. The more she looked around, the more she starts to see the similarities in the crowd’s clothes. Slowly it seemed like there were people dressed in black suits, slowly overwhelming her. She then started to get touched. Then shoved. And finally pushed to the floor. When she looked up, she had plenty of space from the crowd and was a man and woman with white suits hugging Isaac.

“My boy,” the man says. “It is so good to see you again.”

The couple looks Cosmic as they had their gas masks on. Cosmic felt confused.

“And you must be Cosmic,” said the woman. “Thank you for bringing us our boy back.”

Cosmic was flustered. She could sense something was not right. She feels sapphire energy all around them. She wanted to move, she wanted to talk. But she could not find the right words. For some reason, just looking at Isaac and his parents was painful.

“I can’t stress enough how happy I am to see you! My and my wife here are big fans of the Neutrals, especially you. Your group has shown those cops what’s up!”

“What’s…what’s happening to me?”

“Oh, don’t mind that love,” the woman said. “That’s just the Tinkle family charm! I am sure you will get over it soon enough. Anyway, I am also thankful that you bunch have kept this city for us. We’re be taking care from here.”

“What?”

“I said that this city now belongs to the Tinkle family. Your services are no longer need. Unless, of course, you were to work for me.”

Cosmic smelt a strange scent in the air. It was like some sort of pink pollen getting all over the park. She stood up and looked around her to see anyone without a mask were unconfused on the floor. Her vision was not so clear anymore, but she does seem that the boy Isaac was wearing a beehive hat on, that was painted on with red stick figures.

“No,” Cosmic yells. “The time of anarchy for this city is over! Why don’t people understand that it only hurts everyone?”

“Because what you said isn’t true,” said Mr. Tinkle. “In the chaos, we become stronger. How else did you think that we have become so strong? This family did not have any powers of our own at first. But when we learned how to use plant life to our advantage, we have become a force to be afraid of. It’s why your six senses are being screwed around.”

Cosmic was charging up a dome ever since she got up with her gun. She points it at them, about to unleash it until Mrs. Tinkle pulls out a sharp staff and placed it on a person nearby.

“Now, now,” Mrs. Tinkle says. “I wouldn’t advise you to do any sort of tricks. Unless you want me to add a hole in this lad’s pipe hole.”

“I advise you to do the same,” said Mr. Tinkle. “Besides, we know a lot about that strange power of yours. We know that anyone but you within it would suffocate. Being the hero that you are, I’m sure that you won’t hurt-“

It was clear that they did not know anything about her, as Cosmic released a dome at them. The whole family was caught in the dome, but the citizen was also trapped. Cosmic quickly moved in there and pulled Isaac and the citizen out of there. As soon as she did, she was slashed by Mrs. Tinkle’s staff, causing her to get out of the dome. She was normally not so careless, but the ‘Tinkle family charm’ was making her dizzy. Both Mr. and Mrs. Tinkle landed on the ground, both points their staff at Cosmic

“We tried to warn you, little girl,” says both Tinkles. They absorb the pollen from nearby to their staffs. When the staffs were glowing pink, they slash it at Cosmic, causing thin yet wide projectiles to be fired at her. Cosmic had created a dome on her, dodging the attack. Cosmic pulls out both of her submachine guns and shot everywhere she could.

The purple shots that came from her all burst out to become large bubbles around the Tinkles. It was far enough from Isaac to be any danger for him, yet close enough for his parents that they lost their mobility. Just like with Goo-Goo. She moves into the bubbles to get closer to them.

“What did we tell you about them’ tricks?!” Mrs. Tinkles yelled. She pulls out of her pocket a yellow mushroom. She places it on the ground and poked it with her staff, causing pollen to come out. A could of pollen was over the Tinkles, making it hard for Cosmic to attack them. While she can still sense them inside, there is no telling what that much would do to her. She could also place another dome at them, but that might cause fatalities. She must learn how to hold back, even with villains like these, if she wants to keep everyone alive. The mere thought properly will not occur to any other Neutral. But she is not like them. She will not be.

She spins around again to use her special kick. When unleashes it, she went out of the dome and into the cloud of pollen. Another terrible idea. Her eyes were swelling, nose itching, and could barely move while not being able to see or hear a thing. She notices Mr. Tinkle swing his staff around and around, making sure his hit was messy. But Cosmic could not react in time. Mr. Tinkle hit Cosmic in the gut with the blunt part of his staff. While Cosmic cried in pain, Mrs. Tinkle slashes at her back. Suddenly angry, Cosmic shot everywhere she could as she ran from the cloud.

When she got out of there, she could neither sense nor see the Tinkles. She did hear coughing. Plenty of coughing coming from the stage from afar. She was about to run after the noise until Isaac touches at her jacket again, this time pulling her with incredible strength. When Cosmic was on the floor, Isaac stares at her face.

“You’re not trying to kill mommy and daddy, are you?”

“Let go, Isaac!”

But he did not listen. Instead, the young boy screams at her, pushing her back to the nearby statue. It was clear that this point that the boy had powers. But she could not understand how. Mega-humans do not normally develop their powers until their at least 10 years old. But that was a mystery for another day. He was not Cosmic target. So, she ran as fast as she could to the Tinkles, annoying Isaac.

“Hey!” yelled the boy. “Come back here!”

Cosmic ran to the grass to see if she can find them. As she followed the noise, she can see many yellow mushrooms around the park. They were spreading. She must stop them. But one problem at a time. She pushes forward.

When she went on stage, she finds Desmond and others unconscious. Near them were the Tinkles, who were smiling at Cosmic. Desperate, Cosmic places her hands in the air.

“Please, just stop! What do you want?!”

Isaac kicks the wound on her back. She falls in pain, hitting her head hard on the floor.

“We’ve already said that,” said Mrs. Tinkle. “ We want this city to be ours. Desmond and you Neutrals did help this city a lot. But sooner or later, you will all decay. The Tinkles are forever baby! With what we can do with my Tinkle mushrooms and Isaac’s- I mean Tinkle Kidd’s powers, will be unstoppable. There’s no need for lions to scrap the bottom of the river when we can tame the whole jungle!”

Cosmic cries in frustration. With all the power that she has, for how unique people say that she is, she is so useless with her powers. While she had saved lives before, that was because of either Jolene, Riot, or Alex’s teamwork. She always had to rely on others because she has no control over her overwhelming power.

Then again, the more she thought about it, the more she realizes how fear of the unknown has always been her greatest weakness and strength. Her powers, powers of which has a special connection with Sharpie Energy, was supposed to be overwhelming. To trap enemies within her own space. A space that grains her strength. For a moment, she stopped worrying about the consequences of it all. And she started to charge up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Tinkle asks. “Do you want to kill your friend?”

Cosmic ignored him and kept going.

“No,” replied Mrs. Tinkle. “There’s no way you’re that dumb. That will not change a thing. You could not. You won’t kill anyone.”

Once again, Cosmic ignored them. All the Tinkles started to feel concerned.

“Isaac, baby, run to us. Now!”

Isaac tried but was stopped by Cosmic. Normally, he would have the strength to escape her grasp in no time. However, the moment Cosmic grabbed him, she created another dome. But this time with just her and Isaac. She hates what she is doing. But there is no other way to stop them.

“It’s useless,” Cosmic said in a serious tone. “I don’t even get why I’m tiring so hard. You only care about yourself. Never thinking about the wellbeing of anyone else. Fine! If all these people must die, you’re going out with me!”

She pulls out her gun and aims it at the Tinkles, despite holding Desmond hostage. Mr. Tinkle holds his staff at Desmond's neck. “We’ll kill him. We’re serious!”

“I am too,” Cosmic lied.

Mrs. Tinkle prepares another slash attack. The moment Cosmic sees this, she shots the gun and it shot explodes into a large bubble. While this bubble did not suffocate them, it did make them lose their footing. That was all Cosmic needed. She kicked herself into the dark purple ball and hit the Tinkles with rabid attacks. The Tinkles did all that they could to her with their staffs. But in her domains, Cosmic was too strong and too fast. She nimbly dodges away from their attack by either ducking, hovering over them, or having them hit themselves. Regardless, she kicked them whenever she could, withstanding the pollen’s effect. When she notices that they were getting tired and hurt, Cosmic spins around again. As she does so, the Tinkles were getting pulled towards her. And then, she kicked sideways. She slammed the Mrs. into the Mr. And both hit the ground. Hard.

Barely awake, Cosmic closed the domes. She did it. But her troubles were not over yet. She first pressed the emergency app on her phone, calling all reform police, medics, and Neutrals to the area. She then created bubbles across the air. She scans the area for as many mushrooms as she can, plucking them off the ground into her domains.

While she was doing so, she felt as satisfied as she does disgust. To hold a child hostage and expose others of their terrible morals was something that her father and brother would do. She hates herself for even putting them in her head. But she did finally do something on her own. While she still needs to get better, there are more important things to worry about. Feeling exhausted, she lays on the ground. She was sure the reinforcements would take care of the cleanup. Her motto of the day was to do a task one at the time. And sleeping was the top task.