Hey guys!
I got something cooking for the next arc, y'all stay safe.
I also think I regret bringing Daki in as a familiar. I had a lot of the story planned and the themes, but I don't even know that much about her and she's kinda just a random kid in the grand scheme of things. As you'll see in the next chapter, I'll try something new with her, but I won't guarantee her being too important.
Enjoy the show!
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Mary Sue…
In fiction or fandom spaces, a Mary Sue is a person, usually female, who the story bends to. In these types of stories, the main character is virtually untouchable physically, emotionally and mentally. They are always in the right, they are always the strongest and there is virtually no conflict in the story because of them.
However, on the opposite side of this spectrum there are bums. Bums are people who don't contribute anything in the story physically and are mainly there just for the themes or specific character growth of another character. You may think of that submissive and breedable femboy twink, Hajime Kashimo from JJK.
On a scale from Mary Sue to bum, with Mary Sue at 10 and bum at 0 I would say my stand rates at a good 7.5, because holy shit it is powerful.
Last night when I got back from my excursion in the ITOPOD, I never really thought of my stand power and just wanted to stop the pain in my chest (which I still felt, by the way. I guess it really wasn't really a good idea to stick an arrow in your chest and regenerate over it, who knew?) but now that I got a good night's sleep, I could process it instinctively.
I just woke up from my bed, Niffty being gone and me being alone with me, myself, and B2A (Backstreet's back, alright!). It's basically instinctive the way I know the powers but even then, it's super freaking cool.
Basically what B2A can do is randomly pick a universe's magic system and grant it to me in exchange for my Overlord power and one of my ability slots. For example, if I get cursed energy, I cannot summon my Roaring Knight armor and can't use an ability slot, however, I can use reinforcement, potentially make shikigami or pull off a black flash.
Now this is already super damn good, but because of my super special planning, my haki made it get a special ability: I get something special. Switching to Naruto for example, if I got chakra, I could also get Naruto's Uzumaki clan traits of enhanced vitality or Kisame's weird tailless tailed beast chakra.
Now even though this may sound like I'm OP, there are some major caveats. For one, Without my haki ability I have the baseline stats of any other practitioner of the magic system. I have as much cursed energy, output, and control over cursed energy as a standard grade 2 sorcerer using JJK as an example.
The other drawback is my stand itself. Since my stand is a means for me to gain these powers, I can't really use it as a punchy-ghost like with Jotaro's Star Platinum. It can occasionally hit for me and fight, but I don't even think it has a face since it just lives inside of my body. Even though it kinda sucks, I don't really consider this a drawback.
What I do consider a drawback, though, is the last one. The drawback is that I can't choose what power system I get. I could be Naruto Uzumaki himself in terms of chakra control, but whenever I sleep or get knocked out, my stand turns off and I could be clueless in ki. I can narrow all of the choices down to about 5, but I still can't choose them.
Alright then, that's enough nerding out about my own powers, I gotta get up and actually do stuff now. I got up and did my morning routine, showering, brushing my teeth, drinking a liter of bottled water I have under my bed and going downstairs to the lobby.
What I found down there was honestly kinda surprising. Daki and Charlie were already up alongside Niffty, all of them just sitting on the floor and clapping in harmony. As soon as I came down stairs, Charlie opened her eyes and stared right at me in excitement.
"James, you're finally awake! C'mere, sit down, we're doing an exercise." She said, waving her hand at me as I walked towards her. I guess white women really will call anything exercise, all of them are doing 10 reps of sugar, spice, and everything nice,
"Alright, now that James is here, we can really get going." She says with an easy-going tone, getting Niffty and Daki to stop clapping. "We'll go around, say our age, name, and a fun-fact about ourselves." She says before beginning.
"My name's Charlie, I'm 223, and I love spreading positivity!"
CLAP CLAP CLAP
"I'm Daki, I'm 113, and I love eating people."
"N-nice one, Daki." Charlie shakily says.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
"My name is Niffty, I'm 86, and I love good boys!"
"Niffty, didn't you like bad boys?" Charlie asked. "I remember seeing you on TV where you said you loved them."
"Well, that was before my hunk of a boyfriend over here ate my fucking snatch so hard it made me cross-eyed and forget all about my bitch of an ex-husband. Didn't you hear me through the walls last night? I was like a banshee."
"Uhh…Everyone's rooms are soundproofed.'
Although Charlie was telling the truth, she had heard the moans last night while she slept and had a wet dream because of them.
CLAP CLAP CLAP
"Uhhh, my name's James, I'm 20, and I like listening to music."
"Oh, like King Von?" Charlie asked with genuine curiosity.
"You…Listen to King Von." James said incredulously.
"Yep."
"Dayvon Daquan Bennett…King Von?"
"Mm-hmm."
"...Suuuurrreee."
I don't care if I saw her outside sagging her pants and letting the whole world see her underwear along with a ski-mask and poorly concealed gun, she does NOT listen to King Von. Charlie looks like a golden retriever who's coincidently one of the strongest things in hell, she wouldn't hurt a fly.
"Sooo…What now?" I asked.
"Well we can…" Charlie started out, but soon trailed off as she looked around and inspected her only 3 guests. "Y'know, I really thought I would have more people. I even made board games and stuff, but only 6 or 7 people can play it."
…DON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYITDON'TTHINKITDON'TSAYIT
"Well, I guess we can–" Before Charlie could finish her sentence, a loud beep came from within her pocket. She reached within it and took out her phone, looking at the screen before her brain processed it with a look of horror. "Oh, fuck, I forgot!" She yelled before standing up.
In an instant, she snapped her fingers and a lint roller appeared on her suit, a comb started to pick on her hair, a small vanity mirror appeared in front of her and mascara started to apply itself on her. With another snap, a bundle of papers appeared in her hands as she fidgeted in place.
"Dang, Charlie, what's got you in a hurry? Who's the lucky man…Or woman…Or non-binary. I'm very gender inclusive." I say, prodding at her. She snaps her head back to look at me, her magic stuff perfectly aligning themselves and continuing to work while she blushes hard.
"I don't have a d-date, James, I have a meeting with the head of the exorcists in Heaven! We had to delay the meeting for a few days, but we rescheduled it for next hour." She frantically said, the items now going a bit faster.
"Well, what're you guys even gonna talk about?" Niffty asked as Charlie suddenly froze up along with her items.
"Well, I…Don't know."
"Wut?"
"I mean, I kinda lied to Heaven and told them my dad approved of me coming to the meetings in his place. But, once I show them the hotel and stuff, they'll forgive me and we can work on this with Heaven's support!"
"Is your father not the prince of lies, the snake that tempted Eve in the garden to consume the apple? Why would Heaven listen to his offspring at all?" Daki asked. Even though her tone and words betrayed it, I could tell that she was genuinely curious and wasn't even trying to antagonize Charlie at all.
"Well, I…Didn't really think of that." She admits, putting a finger up to her chin. "But I'm sure it'll be fine. After all, why would they not want to work with someone who's honestly trying to help people?" And with that, she dispelled all of her magic, putting the papers behind her back and having them disappear somewhere.
"Alright guys, I'll be back in a few hours, love you all!" She yelled before running out the door and into sin city. For a few seconds we all just sat there and stared at the door and wondered how one could be so trusting and so stupid at the same time.
Hey, I just remembered something. The other day, that Vox guy gave me an invite to that Overlord meeting with Carmilla…Whoever that was. "Hey Niffty, you wanna go to the Overlord meeting?" I ask, watching as she rolls her eye.
"Ugh, I hate those things." She said, beginning to rant. "They're always a damn pain to go to, especially with Velvette's annoying ass." She growled out before crossing her arms.
"So, we shouldn't go?"
"No, we should." She says with a sigh. "Those meetings go over territories, alliances, enemies, all of the info you'd need to keep being on top of things. You just gotta power through all of the BS." She finished before standing up. "I'll show you where to go, okay?"
I nod back, beginning to walk out of the hotel with Niffty smushed onto my arm.
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Daki sat on the floor, watching the same door that her master and Charlie had left out of. She was trying to make relationships with other people and it had gone well so far, but that paled in comparison to what she had just found out.
She walked over to the window, putting her hand directly in the front of it, watching it as nothing happened. She let out a small laugh that eventually turned into a full-blown maniacal chuckle as she began to walk towards the door.
"Where are the women and children? It'll be a massacre!
…Oh wait, master doesn't like killing normal humans…
Where are they naughty boys and girls? It'll be a massacre!
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"L-l-look man, I'll do anything, j-just– AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The pleas of the victim were soon drowned out by his own screaming. Right now he was sitting down, tied up to a chair within an old-timey recording studio as a knife was stricken into his leg. Right now, most of his left arm was gone, only a bit of the shoulder left along with his stomach missing more than a few ribs.
The culprit to all of this was simply sitting right next to him, a smile on his face as he cut off a large chunk of the man's leg and put it on his plate. "Well, my good man, I don't want anything in particular. I'm just hungry, no hard feelings, you know? Besides, you should be proud, giving me food and quality entertainment!" Alastor said with a smile on his face.
He had planned on when he was going to come back to the spot-light and revive his iconic show since his leash had loosened, and he figured it'd be something grand. Maybe he could bait Vincent into coming after him, who knows?
However, even if he needed spectacle, with his annoying mission regarding that Roaring Knight, he would need much more material pre-recorded while he dealt with business. So to rectify that, he had been systematically kidnapping and eating his victims whilst recording.
He was just about to continue his little project before his phone rang. Now Alastor never even dreamed about interacting with that frivolous modern technology, he was much more comfortable with things from his era, the good era, like landlines.
Now not many people had landlines in hell, the people who had his phone numbers as even less, so just who was calling him?
Leaving his victim still in pain, he walked out of the recording studio and picked up the nearby phone.
"Hello?"
"Ohhhh, Alastor!"
Of course it's Rosie.
"Now, I know that I never usually call you like this, but it's a little bit easier to tell you what I want over the phone. You see, I have a strange little feeling that Vox and his little gaggle of crooks are gonna challenge the Knight to a turf war."
A turf war? For all of what's wrong with Vincent (and there was definitely a lot wrong) he wasn't the dullest tool in the set. He would never do something without a reason, especially something like a turf war.
"Well, what would you like me to do about it?" He asked his owner.
"Well, I know your eating habits well and through, so I sent you a retainer and dagger both lined or completely made up of angelic steel. I figured that you could literally have a taste of the Knight and screw over Vincent at the same time."
This…This is an offer that he can't refuse! He wanted to give the Knight a taste of his own medicine, but Rosie told him that he must remain secret until she gave the word, and that sure sounds like the word!
"Alright, my dear…Tell me the when and where as soon as you can."
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THE END
So, how'd you like it?
B2A went through a lot of changes before I finally settled on what it does now. At first, I wanted it to be able to reroll literally anything, but I figured that'd be too overpowered and even stuff like The World or Killer Queen got limits.
OK bbbyyyyeeee!