Stepping out of Blazer's office we entered the Dispatch floor.
Busy technical area where phones and radios are buzzing non-stop. The same place I saw on the show.
"Alright, recruit. Rule number one: keep your head down near the dispatch bays. Those guys on the phones are our frontline. If any of them tell you not to smash a wall down during a basic call, you listen to them. Got it?"
I nodded, though my eyes locked onto the leaderboard as we walked past it.
Of course, my name wasn't even on there yet.
'The paycheckboard, I thought. If I kept messing up my crime scenes, I'd probably stay at the bottom forever..'
We kept moving, catching a quick glance at the monitoring room where they watched the live camera feeds, right before making a brief stop at the gym entrance. The clanging of weights and the muffled grunts of heroes training echoed from inside, but my attention was elsewhere.
Specifically, on her lustrous ass.
'I wonder how I'm gonna pull this off. Sex evolves my power. Missions give me stats. I'm not desperate enough to force anyone, and I don't even know if I could if I tried. So my best bet is… to play the long game.'
I weighed the options in my head, face completely blank as I watched the view ahead of me.
'By orchestrating intimate situations, spending time together, and above all, learning exactly what turns them on, I can play the ideal guy for each of them.'
'Sounds exhausting,' I concluded, 'but it's safe.'
"And here's the gym," she said, breaking my train of thought. "Standard. Mostly for the D-listers to look good for the cameras. But for someone with your level, simply heavy iron won't cut it."
Blazer stops walking and turns to face me. For a second, her posture stiffens slightly, but then quickly masks it, crossing her arms and offering a half-smile.
"You know what? Fine. Consider this a gesture of support. I'll let you use my training facility. I can also show you where the higher-tier supes lodge later."
Her smile faded. Eyes heavy before locking on mine.
"Telekinesis is a wild card. I haven't seen one like yours in a long time. Which is exactly why I'm concerned."
As she spoke, the space between us narrowed,
"Between your output and those speed violations, you're a PR disaster waiting to happen. So I'll…"
She catches herself standing too close, but instead of stepping back, she just holds your gaze.
"I'll supervise your training personally until I get a proper read on you."
I face her gaze with mine. She avoids it, casually brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the fingers of her blue gloves tracing her jawline as she turns around.
"Try not to make me regret it."
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Above the clouds.
Blazer's lunch break came around, and she used the time to show me the hero lodging. We were flying right now, coasting at a relatively low speed.
"So you're saying," I spoke, my voice fighting the rush of air, "there's a loophole? We can just send it once we're high enough, and I don't have to worry about speeding tickets?"
The air rippled around me as I maintained my altitude. Faint static waves echoed in low pitches through the clouds, crackling in neon-purple sparks around me.
"Well, I wouldn't use the word loophole, but... it's very much that," Blazer replied, flying a few paces beside me. "Tickets are strictly enforced in urban areas. But even up here there are laws. We don't want commercial aircraft being blasted out of the sky."
I smiled, looking ahead. There was nothing but an endless waves of white clouds, with only occasional gaps revealing the view to the world below. The breeze was chillingly cold, the moisture of the clouds clinging to my face.
With a sudden, addictive tingling in my brain, I gave the command.
I felt the invisible field grip my entire body, violently pulling me forward. The speed skyrocketed instantly. The purple sparkles turned aggressive, roaring like static thunder as I ZAPPED through the sky, piercing a massive hole right through the center of a cloud formation.
The wind became a deafening roar. The acceleration slammed into me, dragging the skin of my face back and forcing a brutal weight onto my chest. My vision began to narrow at the edges.
WHOOOSH—I held onto my consciousness by a thread, riding the high of the dopamine rush flooding my nervous system.
After bursting forward for a few miles, I cut the command, slowing down to a dead stop in mid-air. I let out a heavy breath, blinking away the pressure in my eyes, then looked back.
The sky behind me was empty. The clouds to the far sides. And no sign of her.
But then far in the distance, a small speck appeared. I watched as Blazer rapidly closed the gap, her arms stretched out like Superman as she pushed herself to catch up to me.
When she finally pulled up beside me, she tried to mask her heavy breathing with a smug, professional expression, though the stray hairs whipping around her face gave away how hard she had just tried.
She looked at me, taking a moment to steady her voice before she spoke.
"I now understand why you broke so many speed limits. I wonder how much faster you're going to get once you actually learn the ropes."
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We descended into the Super Complex. Terrible name, by the way.
From above, the place looked like a normal, exclusive neighborhood. Just a lot of weirdly designed mansions mixed with a few larger facilities.
As we reached the ground, my telekinesis picked up something strange; the air carried a weird, wavelength-shield type of frequency.
Tap. Our feet touched the ground.
As we walked toward the check-in, I asked, "Why is the air like that around here?"
Blazer stared at me for a moment, an eyebrow arched. "Oh," she murmured in realization. "Radio, video, sounds, and tremors are blocked here. Privacy is a high priority."
We approached the sleek, high-tech reception desk at the gates. Blazer tapped the console, using one of her many privilege to reserve my suite and register me as a resident.
"Living here is a privilege reserved for the best of us,"
She gave me a playful glance.
"It's also the best place to stay out of the media."
"..."
I stared at her.
"Funny, huh? Just wait until I take your number one spot."
She chuckled. "Love the ambition! Let's save some of that for training, shall we?"
A glass panel slid up around me. I tensed, but her relaxed expression told me it was fine.
A laser swept over my body, flashing my vitals, muscle density, and energy output onto the screen next to her.
"About your ambitious comment earlier," she added. "I don't actually hold the number one spot."
"What?" I was genuinely surprised.
'Who the fuck is it then? That Phenomaman guy?'
"Anyway, these system logs are mandatory for every resident," she continued. "It calibrates the facilities, adjusts the forcefield for your power output, and even handles the lounge drinks. There are other reasons, but no need to rush into those."
Bip-Bip.
She looked over at the screen, her brow furrowing.
"Mnm. What is this…?"
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////////// Author's Note /////////
Didn't know she was that useless as a hero...What she mean by "recruiting" is her actual work or someshitlikethat? I'll snatch that amulet of hers, I'll be the best maho shojo ever!!
Update here is random. Maybe one tomorrow, maybe not. I focusing on the Runeterra one, but sometimes I need to vary works. (Btw, I've many projects that never saw the light of day, I plan on posting them at some point when I'm done with the LoL one. Then focus on this one. Then repeat.)
Thank you for the patience. I'll try making more faster.
—this work will be very lewd, just saying. Oh, I need to update the tags later.