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Boo

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#bk and bk

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Mantis gave a big smile, posing dramatically as heroic music blared from the speakers on his belt. “Excellent! Let’s go and defeat the evil Baytheon!” he cheered, walking off with Dreamer.

Buzzkill, feeling extra confident after getting off free from yelling at the Principal and Vice Principal, walked after them. “I vote we head right to his office where he’s all stockpiled and wreck the place. With what I gave Mantis it’ll be a piece of cake,”

“And potentially dangerous! It took time for me to get used to my strength in the first place, boosting it to excessive levels would pose a risk to the honest workers inside. Besides, it probably has further risks, even if temporary,”

Buzzkill rolled his eyes, muttering about not being the only Buzzkill, as he pulled out his cellphone to give Soap a call. With the assassin gone, the two guarding Beekeeper didn’t need to be so on guard. Fuck being on the defensive.

He started a fight on their turf? It’s time to return the favor.

Lights flashed on, blindingly bright. Bright enough to bring the Mercenary out out of unconsciousness. The room she was in was empty save for a blacked out window, a door, a table and two chairs. Including the one she was being restrained in. In from the door walked Dreamer, this time dressed only in his RH Fatigues with a pistol and holster. The Trooper took to the chair across from Misty. “You alright? I imagine Buzzkill wasn’t too gentle with you...”

Misty slowly returned to life, her body sore and her mind reeling. She looked at her surroundings with disdain and dismay, knowing for absolute certainty that she had failed her mission.

The boy in front of her looked new, but when she heard his voice she recognized him as one of the armored back-up Jenny had, no doubt in charge of the others who wore it there. But he was so much younger than she expected, closer to her own age: way too young for a normal person to be commanding troops. What is this place?

“Why do you care?” She sneered, looking back up at him. “Are you interrogating ‘muh feelings’ now?”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends

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Mantis gave Buzzkill a stunned look at learning Buzzkill didn’t alert the school of the threat - Buzzkill didn’t care. You’ll really trust the villain to inform everyone? Dexter’s info would spread out anyway. If the school was alerted, easier fight. If it wasn’t he got to make it that much more personal. Win-win in his eyes.

The ‘accomplice’ line was a bit confusing, until Dreamer spoke up. Then it was Buzzkill’s turn to be stunned.

Then all he could do was laugh at how ridiculous that was.

Mantis, taking the opportunity before Buzzkill started flinging sarcasm and insults, spoke up. “I apologise for the information not reaching your-,” he paused at ‘ears’, noting the Grim Reaper’s lack thereof. “-positions, but Will was the most devastated at his father’s actions. I might not be your student, but I can tell Will means no harm to here. I honestly don’t believe he’s a spy,” he said earnestly.

Buzzkill stopped laughing, giving Miss Bellum and Grim a dumbfounded grin. He handed the box of popcorn over to Mantis, walking over to them. ‘Here we go...’ Mantis thought, ready to go into damage control.

“And even If he was a spy, so what? He’s a mentally ill kid without superpowers. Shit, we’re fucking doomed!” he said, dramatically motioning to the sky. “Will isn’t a threat to anyone but himself. He even had a depressive episode over how useless he was in the fight Against Misty!” he pointed out. “But sure, let’s ignore the fact that Kurtis had a better spy network in his hacking into Your systems, so Will’s pointless there. Let’s ignore the fact you’re implying he’ll willingly go along with killing his obvious crush. What I can’t understand is you’re removing Those two from the multiverse as if they’re threats!?” he exclaimed, hand pointing to Misty.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Misty’s a fucking Joke. Sure, she beat the Legendary Jenny. When she was literally rusty and couldn’t fight practically anyone. Misty would die if the Powerpuffs Sneezed on her. You’re scared of Her when you’re training Superman-level beings how to fight better? Fucking genius move there,”

“As for Baytheon Inc or whatever, they’re nothing! Oh no, a big weapon’s company whose main competition seems to be a single teenage girl. You have a bigger weapons collection in Genius Sanctum’s collective basements. Sure, they’re a big deal in their world, but you have some of the most famous genius teens in the multiverse. Who are currently planning on wiping Baytheon off the map as we speak, leaving nothing for you to be scared of!”

“Sure, they hacked two people into the school. As if some people didn’t buy their way in. If a student did it by themselves, you’ll even willingly give them a classroom seat for proving themselves! And if he is a secretly evil manipulator who might backstab the school and reveal secrets, you have a whole Hall full of them. You think the villains won’t backstab you for personal profit? I’m insulted you even consider him to be a possible villain! He’s a guy being pushed around by a psychopath parent, like 10% of the students have in the past, and you want to kick him out back there instead of with his friends!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? That’s how he’ll fucking BECOME a villain!”

“So if you want to kick out a mentally ill guy for the actions of his megalomaniac father, go ahead. But at least have fucking standards. I at least thought you had them, Miss Bellum,” he spat venomously.

Needless to say, Buzzkill was pissed. The more he ranted, the angrier he got by the pure insanity of it. He would not stand for one of his friends being kicked out into Kurtis’s reach, especially after Will showed some fucking bravery in standing up to them.

Mantis could only wonder if Buzzkill himself would be kicked out for this.

Lights flashed on, blindingly bright. Bright enough to bring the Mercenary out out of unconsciousness. The room she was in was empty save for a blacked out window, a door, a table and two chairs. Including the one she was being restrained in. In from the door walked Dreamer, this time dressed only in his RH Fatigues with a pistol and holster. The Trooper took to the chair across from Misty. “You alright? I imagine Buzzkill wasn’t too gentle with you...”

Misty slowly returned to life, her body sore and her mind reeling. She looked at her surroundings with disdain and dismay, knowing for absolute certainty that she had failed her mission.

The boy in front of her looked new, but when she heard his voice she recognized him as one of the armored back-up Jenny had, no doubt in charge of the others who wore it there. But he was so much younger than she expected, closer to her own age: way too young for a normal person to be commanding troops. What is this place?

“Why do you care?” She sneered, looking back up at him. “Are you interrogating ‘muh feelings’ now?”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends

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The suspense was high. There was a brief silence.

Buzzkill’s dramatic bastard senses were tingling.

He kicked open the door, his hands to busy carrying a giant bucket of popcorn to bother opening it in a decent way,  he barged his way in. For the first few moments, the massive pile of popcorn blocked his view of the other two figures there. “Sorry for being late, was showing Mantis around. How’s the tor...ture...” he stated, pausing upon seeing the Principal and Vice Principal standing there. He stood in silence.

His grin grew massive.

“Don’t tell me, she talked him Out of sending her to hell? C’mon, Miss Bellum, it’s only a Little demonic sacrifice. We’ll even leave most of her internal organs intact!” he joked sadistically, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He knew there was no way Misty would be sacrificed, Miss Bellum was too good and competent for that, but maybe Misty didn’t know that.

Mantis, upon hearing ‘torture’, ‘hell’ and ‘demonic sacrifice’, thought it best Not to check in on Beekeeper yet and walked back over. Seeing Death and Miss Bellum, he waved from the doorway. “We weren’t going to torture you, don’t worry,” he said to Misty, clarifying Buzzkill’s wording.

“Hey, I never agreed to that,” Buzzkill countered, smiling widely.

Lights flashed on, blindingly bright. Bright enough to bring the Mercenary out out of unconsciousness. The room she was in was empty save for a blacked out window, a door, a table and two chairs. Including the one she was being restrained in. In from the door walked Dreamer, this time dressed only in his RH Fatigues with a pistol and holster. The Trooper took to the chair across from Misty. “You alright? I imagine Buzzkill wasn’t too gentle with you...”

Misty slowly returned to life, her body sore and her mind reeling. She looked at her surroundings with disdain and dismay, knowing for absolute certainty that she had failed her mission.

The boy in front of her looked new, but when she heard his voice she recognized him as one of the armored back-up Jenny had, no doubt in charge of the others who wore it there. But he was so much younger than she expected, closer to her own age: way too young for a normal person to be commanding troops. What is this place?

“Why do you care?” She sneered, looking back up at him. “Are you interrogating ‘muh feelings’ now?”

#reaper high #Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends

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Or tricks~

Because Halloween is tomorrow, I thought I should put this out there for blogs who have trick-or-treating muses.

Yes! You are allowed to have your muse trick-or-treat at this blog!

My muse(s) will be giving out treats for other muses and you are more than welcome to take advantage of that. 

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I consider it moreso highfiving my fellow weird goop person.

If only the voice inside my head was nicer.

...

No, I’m not Venom in our situation!

Is Venom in Reaper High this Halloween?

The villain kids and teachers are afraid of being eaten so they act super nice when he walks by

#reaper high

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Buzzkill didn’t immediately go to hurling Misty, instead he was stared down by Mantis, who was standing there with crossed arms and motioning his head over to Will. As if the villain didn’t realise his intention wasn’t obvious. Eugh, he was a Supervillain, his job was cause destructive not fix it. Still, he actually got along with Will, he didn’t feel like burning that bridge quite yet.

As Buzzkill turned to Will, Mantis grinned at the plan. “If she’s secure, I’m not against asking her some questions. But if you feel like rest I’ll be happy to escort you back to your dorm, XJ-9. I’m sure there’ll be no more attacks on you now Reaper High knows the who and how of your attackers. I imagine an attack of this scale takes quite a while to set up with all this security!” he pointed out cheerfully. “And thank you for your help, you two!” he called to Blizzard and Sweep.

Meanwhile, Buzzkill was actually making an attempt of making a non-sarcastic expression for his speech’s meaning. Usually he stuck around positive people, or at least people who knew him well enough to know when he’s being dramatic or sarcastic. He didn’t beat around the bush, he didn’t bother with social delicacy unless to manipulate people. But he also didn’t bother to tone down his nature as a cocky, mocking jerk. His friends just knew what he meant, so he didn’t have to bother. Will, evidently caught up in his own dark thoughts, didn’t caught his meaning.

He groaned and leaned against a wall, or rather locker, near Misty, very much ignoring Wingnut on purpose. “You’re not hearing me right, are you? I get Jenny not getting it, used to big positive heroic speeches, but I’m not about that. Most epic speeches I give come in either ‘You Suck’ or ‘I’m Great’ variants, mostly a mix of both,” he joked. 

Sighing dramatically, realising that still didn’t meet the bill of serious discussion, he lifted his goggles, revealing his eyes so Will could actually meet them. He hated talking like this beyond to a select few, especially in public. But he felt he owed Will this after all that went down. “Listen, bastard, what I’m saying is you’re a loser because most people are. Very few people are born winners and stay that way. I’m a loser, I piss people off for kicks. You’re born a loser because you were born to an insane weapon fanatic who believes he is the greatest good, no way to escape that. Even Beekeeper was a loser when I first met him. The thing separating you from most like you is you’re trying. You’re not some amazing winner, might not ever be. Doesn’t mean you can’t be great. You’re not gonna win the girl of your dreams as you are now, doesn’t mean you won’t. I’m not the type to give false confidence - you don’t deserve a dream girl if you’re still in the state where you’re gonna drag her down. But you’re actually improving and getting there. The teachers actually respect you enough to encourage you and give you honest attention. You’re making friends on your own merits. So, as a person with a literal one, tell your inner demons to shut up for a moment and realise you came here to defend a friend. I’m not saying it’s smart, but it’s at least noble. Even I respect that. Just next time bring a big fuck off gun or something,” he stated, hoping that made his intentions clear.

“‘Course, if Boltnut or whatever is paying for victory lunch I’ll happily join,” he stated, quickly getting back to his much more comfortable territory of smartassery. He hated repeating himself, doing it with less jerk because someone didn’t get what he was trying to say fucking sucked.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#shayde-n-friends #Hgihrepaeryster

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The vent was eerily silent as everyone was on high alert. There was no sound, just eerie silence. The offputting quiet made everyone on edge. From Dreamer’s perspective, there was a slight movement. Before they could react, something lurched out at the vents at them.

“BOO!” Buzzkill screamed, right into Dreamer’s face. He cackled loudly as a hail of bullets and blasts launched at him, dodging out of the way of a panicked onslaught with mocking grace. (20)

Mantis merely lowered his guard and gave an irritated, if thankful, sigh of relief. It was just Buzzkill being a dick like usual. “Did you find Misty?” he asked.

Buzzkill paused his taunting poses to grin wickedly at the question. “Oh, yeah. She tried to possess me, but my pure mental might was took much for her and she fainted,” he claimed proudly. He paused, as if listening to something. “Yes, I’m taking credit,” he said aloud to himself. He turned back towards the vent, shifting himself around to move easier and to drag Misty’s body over to the opening (14).

Turning back to the others, Mantis smiled. “See, he can handle himself. He’s a bad target for possessers,” he stated. He had more important matter though. Walking over to Will, he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Please, Will. Even without powers or weapons, you chose to support a friend in danger. And I do not joke about it being...difficult to deal with Buzzkill. I simply state what Buzzkill said about you, and anyone he takes the time to talk about is someone unique,” he stated.

As Buzzkill reemerged from the vents, he dragged Misty’s head out before reaching a problem. How the hell was he going to pull the rest of her out? He pulled a bit at her head before pausing and ungraciously dropping it. He’ll leave someone else with pulling the bounty hunter out, fuck this noise.

Seeing an opportunity to prove Will’s worth, Mantis spoke up. “What do you think of Will?” he asked. Buzzkill looked at him curiously, before noticing the waves of negativity pulsing from Will.

“He’s a loser,” he answered. Mantis facepalmed. “Seriously. his life fucking sucks and he can’t seem to win. His father is a megalomaniac, he’s got a crush on someone waaay out of his league right now, he didn’t even come to this school through his own merit so he can’t even say that,” he listed. “And despite the fact the teacher’s are obviously smart enough tell who deserves to come here, he still thinks he’s not worth anything. He’s got a ton of friends who support him, the tutelage of several teachers who wouldn’t bother with talentless idiots. Instead, they’ll kick him out because it’s too dangerous here for regular people. The fucking idiot doesn’t get that several people think he’s actually worth a damn, including his personal hero,” Buzzkill ranted.

“In short, Will, if you’re fucking useless do something about it and stop being a drama queen. That’s my fucking job,” he answered, motioning dramatically to himself.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends #mist-takes aplenty #trigger warning #I didn't know how to tag Will's selfworth issues

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Mantis frowned slightly at the sudden fracturing of the ranks. Morale was a bit low. As a hero, he couldn’t leave it like this. He beamed and posed. “Please, I think you’re overstating Misty. Admittedly I don’t know her very well, and yes she defeated Jenny quite badly before. But from what I’ve seen that was a Jenny out of practice! That was her before learning from the multiverse’s greatest heroes and with a few more years experience! I bet with her experience now, she could even take on Misty with just herself and a vacuum!” he stated, no doubt in his voice as he smiled widely at XJ-9.

“And yes, you could argue Misty’s had just as much time to grow on her skills. She’s tough, strong, who knows what tricks are up her sleeves. But all of us have overcome challenges before. No matter mental, physical, a giant monster, or just a bully, everyone faces foes that are bigger than them in one way or another. The difference is we’re a group of highly skilled individuals working as a team on this!”

“We have four highly trained warriors!” he motioned to the Troopers.

“One super robot with barely more amazing gadgets than deservedly won-over fans!” he pointed to Jenny.

“One expert at XJ-9′s world’s enemies and allies so I hear, and enough mental fortitude to deal with Buzzkill on a regular basis. No easy feat I can tell you,” he motioned to Will.

“And myself! I’m the least experienced here, no multiverse class training, but even I can see we’ve got this. There is no necessary sacrifices, no last resorts, only us as a team showing Misty who’s boss!” he exclaimed, cheering them on and attempting to lift their spirits in quite a hammy way.

“But I will note he’s right, or at least Buzzkill will be fine. We should stick together with Jenny and trust in Buzzkill, if only because she can’t really hurt him. The worst she can do to him is kill him, and that doesn’t stop him. I should know, I’ve knocked him down quite a few times. And if she tries to possess him, well, that’s a really bad move on her part,”

Buzzkill had barely time to blink before being engulfed in void, a black mindscape he was often used to. At first he thought Misty had killed him with a sudden pounce. Them he realised it was something far different. He could feel his body still there, but he was unable to move either here or in reality. A purple mist restrained his movements. He felt Misty’s presence here, ‘standing’ right behind him. 

Scenes, memories, flashed in front of him for both himself and Misty to see. Beekeeper’s dying body and his feeling of panic and horror. His attempts of  ‘awakening’ in his new body, a neverending cycle of confusion and drowning as he constantly struggled to emerge from the hive. The times his actions came so close to Beekeeper getting injured for his actions, the email from Kurtis.

And then there was a mental image of an inky void like this, with a giant figure crushing the embodiment of his psyche with a insectoid hand. A memory of a figure’s might over him. It would dawn on Misty that here she wasn’t safe, but far the opposite.

An offputting pulsing cord revealed itself, tied around and connected to Buzzkill’s body as it pulsated a sickly yellow. The pulsations and cord lead to a source unseen. A soft, sickly glow in the distance began pulsating in rhythm, as if the source of whatever was being funnelled into Buzzkill was slowly revealing itself.

And then, everything was clear in a flash of yellow light. A gigantic demonic wasp-like being stared down at Misty, her head just taller than Misty herself. Her giant thorax seemed to be merged with an enormous, fleshy hive, a constant flow of flying wasps emerging from the bulbous, pulsating growth before merging back into her. A large crowd’s worth of people were also connected to her, though completely unresponsive beyond standing there. Unlike Buzzkill, the pulsating was drawing energy from them instead of into them, as if feeding off them slowly. A smaller number were directly attached to her flesh, being dissolved into her in a much more direct method of consumption like the wasps flying around. They, unlike the connected crowd, were transformed into fleshy paste at various individual levels.

A deep chuckle in a feminine voice rang throughout the area. “A being that reads their host’s mental state and fears while in a mist-like form. I wonder if that’s a trait of all your race, or just you?” Gyne asked in curiosity. She made no moves to attack the intruder yet, instead seemingly curious of the attacker’s abilities. “You made a terrible mistake in invading a mind so deeply linked with another’s, Misty. But you show much promise. The soldier, ‘Dreamer’, was right to be curious of you,” she stated, an amused tone in her demonic voice. She had nothing to fear from Misty. She was much more powerful than the bounty hunter here, in the mental landscape of her host.

She knew Buzzkill had hoped she would simply crush Misty as soon as she entered his mind. But she was not a rampaging beast, at least not any more. She had better things in mind. 

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends

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Buzzkill cackled at Dreamer’s instructions. “Was going to hunt her down anyway!” he exclaimed. The giant wings on his back shuddered and fell apart into swarms of bees, rushing into the vents after Misty. Judging by their speed and swift response, they might have a good chance of tracking Misty down. (17)

Upon hearing the two soldiers bark orders at him, however, he rolled his eyes. Guess with each other as company they didn’t have competent allies very often, but it still didn’t excuse them treating him like a dumbass. “You act like I’m a fucking idiot. I’m a vindictive smartass. I don’t kill, I just brutally maim. Maybe if the three of you combined whatever braincells you have instead of gawking at me and Mantis doing all the work, maybe you could be half as successful as me,” he mocked as he walked over to Mantis.

Mantis merely sighed. Buzzkill usually wasn’t a team player, and definitely didn’t like being suggested what to do when he felt he had things covered. Mantis had known that Buzzkill had no intention of working with anyone without mutual respect. What he didn’t expect is something being shoved into his hands.

“Have that in case shit goes down. Make sure Tweedledee, Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber don’t make this whole thing fall apart,” he said simply, growing more adequate sized wings to fly up to the vents. Mantis glanced at the object before tucking it into his utility belt. That was certainly one hell of a panic button.

Buzzkill flipped everyone off as he majestically flew up. Then promptly hit his head, swore, and tried to pry the vents open with his hand-stingers. Though he dented it a few times it refused to allow passage, with Buzzkill becoming more and more enraged as it refused him entry. Misty might get a minute after the bees arrived to plan as Buzzkill fought the inanimate object. (7)

Eventually, Mantis just facepalmed and shot an air pressure fist, knocking the vent cover clean off. (16) Buzzkill paused. “I weakened it,” he stated before shifting his body’s joints around to more easily navigate the tight space. The form wasn’t perfect, or even especially fast, but it was still better than trying normally (11).

Back with the others, Mantis smiled confidently. “Don’t worry, we’ll all make it through this! With our combined might, no evil shall triumph today!” he cheered, bringing a positive spark back into things after Buzzkill’s departure.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

Under his goggles, Buzzkill’s eye twitched. “Sidekick? SIDEKICK!?” he exclaimed, bringing the giant wings back. “I’M A SUPERVILLAIN, YOU CLOUDY-” he yelled in indignation, swinging his wings down with great speed. The roar of the wind obscured his expletive, a gale of tremendous force rocketing out as he cackled in villainous glee. (17)

However, the powerful wind blowing Misty back into the lockers was only the beginning. Mantis, working in tandem with Buzzkill, let himself fly forward with the wind to get right in Misty’s face. With no room to block, and seeing her shrug off the blow from before, Mantis felt no need to hold back this time. A series of sonic booms echoed barely through the wind as several momentum-fuelled superpunches crashed hard into Misty. (19)

If either weren’t so used to each other’s antics, there was a probable chance that their moves would have greatly affected the other. Instead, the two seemed to flow as if odd teammates instead of foes. In each other’s mind, they were definitely both, grinning as they tagteamed the bounty hunter.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends #mist-takes aplenty

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

It was in that moment that the villain and hero duo gave identical grins. It was a mistake to get this close to them.

Buzzkill’s large growths burst into form as comedically huge bug wings grew from his back. As he flapped them down, attempting to create a strong breeze to disrupt any mist form shenanigans, a small gust of wind blew. Unfortunately the first wave of wind wasn’t very strong, but the follow up should be stronger. (2)

However, it was Mantis that was the true threat to Misty. Immediately lunging towards the foe in a boxer-like stance, to the ordinary eye only the briefest of motions could be barely seen. However, the superpowered punch directly towards Misty’s abdomen definitely wasn’t anything slight. Though he was still holding back from lethal force, the terrifying strength of his initial punch showed he wasn’t joking. (17)

In the gap between the would-be assassin got sent flying into the wall, there was a loud CRACK. The very air surged from the speed and fury of his singular blow, gusting Misty. Though she avoided most of the second blow, the air pressure from it was stronger than Buzzkill’s breeze. (6)

Buzzkill normally would taunt his opponent about how hilariously bad the match up was. Mantis’s punches, befitting his namesake, were so strong and fast that a second blow of pure air pressure followed them, giving him extra range and a free second punch. Supersonic blows creating air pressure against a person whose main shtick was turning into mist. She was going to be literally blown away by Mantis’s might.

“That was your warning blow. Stand down or I won’t stop at one punch,” Mantis stated, still in a boxer stance. Buzzkill cackled in the background, laughing at Misty’s misfortune.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends #mist-takes aplenty

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

Buzzkill, upon seeing Misty’s target change, did what any sensible person like himself would do: Yell at them. “She’s a psychic alien who can possess people, has enhanced strength, speed and vision, and can turn into Mist. Her name is Misty. It’s literally spelled out for you!” he berated, amazed by Dreamer’s seeming stupidity.

“I’m sure they know what they’re doing, Buzzkill,” Mantis pointed out, confident in the skill of his allies.

“Yeah, they know what they’re doing. Whether they can stop it with Misty controlling them is the difference,” he commented sourly.

Neither of the two moved any closer despite their comments, sticking close to Jenny. She was the target, and the two of them had a good idea of preventing the would-be assassin from getting close.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#Hgihrepaeryster #shayde-n-friends

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

Buzzkill and Mantis had been keeping seemingly pretty casual conversation on the walk, far more than archnemesises on a serious mission should be. But both were used to occasionally acting casual. In fact, Buzzkill gave Mantis pointers on how to pretend, to not draw attention while secretly listening. Why should another supervillain destroy his own chosen nemesis?

However, as soon as Will screamed they immediately snapped to attention. Mantis got into a defensive fighting stance while Buzzkill focused his body into two large, strange lumps on his back.

Unlike the rest of the squad, Buzzkill looked confident and cocky.

“If you wanted to possess someone we’re afraid of, it seemed you Mist,” the supervillain called, mocking her. “Or are you so jealous of people with families that you want even Will’s shitty one?” he further called, the mocking instantly turning to a vicious taunt. That’ll be one way to get her to stop possessing Will and fight them like a ninja. He loved the sting of a personal insult best.

Mantis, meanwhile, posed as heroically as his fight stance allowed (a surprising amount), heroic music blazing and his cape blew in a fan-powered breeze. “Stand down, Misty, or I’m afraid no amount of questionably-sourced money will pay a bail for where you’re going,” he announced, pointing a dramatic finger at the obviously affected Will.

Buzzkill and Mantis had spent the night preparing strategies as soon as Baytheon so lovingly spoiled the assailant’s identity. Why wouldn’t the pair look up a figure like Misty? As OCs, they had the major advantage of not having multiverse-spanning cartoons about them.  The Mysterious Misty wasn’t exactly Mysterious when you can catch up to her powers with an 11 minute episode.

The two weren’t going to miss any chance to get an unfair advantage.

Mist-takes Aplenty (RP Starter)

Make it quick. Doesn’t mean you have to make it neat, but make it quick. After you take care of the robot, I want you to kill the bee, then find his hive and burn it. Make sure nothing is left.

I anticipate they’re hiding her somewhere, or that she is under guard. Might be a tad unconventional, but given how nicely you handled her the last time, it shouldn’t be a problem for you.

My son might be there. Don’t. Hurt. Him. Anyone else in that school is fair game.

I’ll be watching.

K

Despite her assignment, Misty was finding it really interesting to venture through the halls of Reaper High. Sure, she was doing so from the restricted view of various air vents, but it seemed like a cool place. Maybe, if she got away with it, she could manage to actually stay here as a student.

But now her mind was focused on the task at hand. She’d spent the past ten hours flitting through various rooms and corridors, trying to find a trace of her target with no luck. There was just about everything else, though! She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to date or duel some of them.

Her focus seemed to hone when she came across the entrance to Brawl Hall. Sounds like my kind of place. In fact, I’m sure it’s her kind of place, too…

She maintained a position at the entrance, waiting for some sign of her mark to appear, and her patience was paid off. Out came a nervous looking boy, his brown hair tousled by what was doubtless a sleepless night, and a black-haired guy she recognized as one of Jenny’s friends. She didn’t bother listening to their conversation, apart from hearing that they were expecting to meet Jenny. That was all she needed to hear; it wouldn’t long of a wait now before she showed up.

The nerdy one left into Brawl Hall itself, while the other, bleary-eyed but anxious, stayed to watch out for Jenny. Misty grinned as she watched the unsuspecting young man keep watch.

Will didn’t have to wait for much longer, but even another two minutes felt like an eternity with how anxious and tired he was. He’d only gotten about an hour of sleep altogether, and it had wrought havoc on his already-sensitive mind. He hoped that everyone would be in one piece by the time they got there.

The group soon emerged from around a distant corner, and Will was relieved at last. He smiled for the first time in the past day and leaned back against the wall, sinking to the floor. he was so comforted by the sight of seeing her alive that he almost felt secure enough to go to sleep…

…but when he opened his eyes again, everything had become an odd shade of purple.

“Your greatest fear,” said a haunting female voice, “is watching your best friend suffer?” It laughed cruelly. “If I were you, I would get out now and avoid such a fate.”

The group had almost made it to the entrance when Jenny heard a loud curse from Will. If she’d had any color in her face, she would have gone white at the sound of it. Looking ahead, she saw his face obscured by what appeared to be a pair of phantasmic eyes looking out from him. He looked back at them all through the obscuring cloud and begged, screaming with as much energy as he could muster.

“GO!”

#shayde-n-friends #Hgihrepaeryster #mist-takes aplenty

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

Buzzkill caught the hat in his hand, a lifetime of people angrily throwing things at him making him a surprisingly good catch. He had enough time to give Will a wicked grin before the door slammed. As soon as the door slammed, his face slowly went to a frown.

“What are you planning?” he voiced aloud. The unusual silence unnerved him. During this whole event Gyne had been remarkably quiet. She had been increasingly quiet for a while now. He was already slightly jumpy, his parasite/captor’s silence was not helping that. But he could still feel her presence. He could feel his vindication throbbing and flowing into her presence. 

Dismissing whatever she was scheming for now, he brought his phone to his ear as he started walking again. “Tarantula Hawk,” was his only words.

“I’ll be right there,” came the immediate reply.

Hanging up, Buzzkill rang Dexter to see the vertically challenged genius’s progress. Hearing the report, he grinned wickedly. 

“This bastard’s gonna pay big time,”

The first thing you hear from your phone when you answer it is a bright and cheery feminine voice. "Master Buzzkill? This is a call from the office of Kurtis Perringer, CEO of Baytheon Weapons and Industries. Mr. Perringer has a business proposal to introduce to you; as a result, this call is being kept in the utmost confidence. Shall I put you through?"

Buzzkill generally didn’t get phone calls very often. If he did, they were normally from very annoyed people he had pranked recently or family. He didn’t bother to keep his phone number exactly secret - if anything he enjoyed waking up at the brink of dawn to the infuriated yelling of someone else. Sometimes Genius Sanctum students messed with his phone or sent his number somewhere to receive really weird phone calls. A few people even tried to prank him back.

So when he received a phone call from some cheerful voice, he immediately assumed it was a prank. A weapon company wanted to do a business proposal with him? A supervillain? Maybe if he was the test subject. Still, he might as well see how far this prank went. “Sure, why not,” he answered, honestly amused.

#Hgihrepaeryster

[rhbuzzkill-blog]

You have a bit of association with the Genius Sanctum. Do you have any level of expertise yourself, or are you completely relying on them to do work for you?

1) I only “rely” on them when it’s something major. Like hacking super school security. 2) I’m a supervillain, not a supergenius. Why the hell should I bother trying to invent a deathlaser when I can convince someone to accidentally build one for me? I focus on magic and guile. Technology is an occasionally needed bonus, but definitely not my shtick.

That aside, Beekeeper’s better at fancy technology than me so minor stuff I go to him over some random genius who hates me. Sure, I can use stuff, but he got several camera drones I bought flying around. No prizes for guessing which of us is better at tech.