WIP Wednesday Friday
thank you so much @sideguitars and @eqt-95 for the tag
Here's an excerpt from the last Chapter of Rich Girl that should be out shortly if work stops occupying every moment of free time.
Kara stared up at the hologram. At Lena. Before she could stop herself she reached out as if it was something she could touch. Her fingertips passed through it and she drew her hand back as quickly as if she had been burned. She stood up on legs as shaky as a newborn foal. Her eyes roamed the hologram’s face with a desperate kind of greed.
Lena’s hologram fidgeted, almost appearing to waffle under Kara’s intense scrutiny. Not that such a thing was possible. The real Lena, the one who would likely blush under the intensity of her gaze was still lying in the operating room. This Lena before her was something else entirely. A recording. A memory.
“Hello, Kara.” Lena’s hologram smiled wryly. “If you ever watch this… If you are watching this, it means something has happened to me…” She considered this particular turn of phrase incredibly carefully, lips pursed as she did so. “It means that I’m no longer around…” Again she seemed to ponder her choice of words very carefully, lips pushed together in a tight line that was not quite a frown. She must have found the right words because her smile returned, weak and shivery like moonlight glimpsed through a scrim of clouds. “If you’ve already heard, already know that I've died, you don’t know what really happened. You don’t know the truth and I think you deserve to hear it.”
Kara took in breath in a series of shuddering gasps as tears slipped down her face. She brushed them away, shaking her head so strongly it dislodged a few tears. They glittered like tiny jewels as they fell.
"After what I planned to do with Myriad, what I did to you in the Fortress… Trapping you there… leaving you…" Lena's hologram closed their eyes tight. From the way her shoulders began to quiver, Kara thought she might begin to cry but when Lena opened her eyes again, no tears fell. "I knew,” she said and each word seemed to cause her pain, “I could no longer trust myself. How could I when I had deluded myself into pursuing something so terrible? Realizing how easy it was for me to justify myself again and again when I had misgivings. And hurting you like I did…” Her voice tapered off and her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. “No better than Lex,” she said and the revulsion on her face momentarily twisted her features into a moue of self-loathing.
“So I scuttled every one of my projects at L-Corp. Put them on indefinite hold until I could be sure that I wouldn't misuse them. I told myself it was a temporary measure.” She flashed a rueful smile and shook her head slowly. “But with nothing for me to do but dwell on everything that had happened, everything I’d done, I was drowning,” she said with a solemn finality that broke Kara’s heart.
"I hardly ever left my office. I wasn't sleeping and I was drinking too much. I knew things couldn’t continue that way much longer but I was afraid.” She smiled sadly. “I still wanted to do good but I wasn’t sure if I could be good.” She tilted her head sideways as if to say do you understand the difference? Kara thought she did.
“I’m a Luthor, after all,” she said in a tired monotone, that of a person who has been forced to retell a joke they didn’t find very funny the first time around. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “Most people think that we’re incapable of being anything in the ballpark of good and after what I did, I can’t say I blame them. When I used to hear people whisper about me behind my back, or when they’d tell me to my face how much they despised me, how I wasn’t fooling anyone, I took most of it in stride. All the more fun to prove them wrong, I thought.” She laughed, although there wasn’t a shred of humor in her voice as she did so. “But not all of it,” Lena admitted, dropping her voice to a low whisper, looking ashamed to say so out loud.
“At times it could be so exhausting. Tolerated but never trusted. Having people not just expect the worst from me but to see them almost want to see it happen. Like the concept of a good Luthor was an offense to their reality. It always felt so unfair because I knew if I was someone else, anyone else it would be different. I found myself thinking about that a lot while I was holed up in my office. I think maybe that’s how I got the idea in the first place. Or at least the first domino… I’m getting ahead of myself,” she said, veering away from whatever she had been about to say, although Kara was fairly certain she already knew, even if she didn’t quite understand.
“On one of the rare nights I actually went home, I happened to turn on the news.” She shrugged. “Just something to have on in the background. I was only half-listening, at first but something caught my attention. A hostage situation in Gotham. A bank robbery went awry and they took some of the staff hostage. Negotiations with the police had broken down and with the way the reporters were pushed right up against the barricades, I think they knew instinctively that whatever the outcome, good or bad, it was going to happen soon.” She worked her mouth around as if something bitter had been forced upon her. “That was what got my full attention. Some of the reporters looked as if they were hoping things might turn out bad.”
Anger momentarily darkened her face. “It was the same look people would sometimes give me. Hoping I’d finally show my true colors and unveil the death ray I had been building under L-Corp.” She chuckled humorlessly. “I didn’t want their bad faith rewarded so I said a little prayer to whoever might be listening; that the hostages all get out safely." She laughed again. Only this time it was the genuine article. “And then there he was, just in the nick of time, as if he had arrived to answer my prayers. Batman,” she said and there was an unmistakable hint of amusement in her voice. “A few moments later, the hostages came spilling out the doors and I couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time I had done that in weeks.”
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Theory: some High-Ends use the corpses of past OFA users
There aren't tons of High-Ends. They can't be mass-produced so easily, and there's only one that's blatantly female, literally named Woman and with a tall, defined figure
Maybe Woman's original identity is already confirmed, but... she's similar to Nana in build, isn't she?
It's hinted that All For One actually kept Nana's corpse. How, 20+ years later, could he give Tenko his grandmother's pristine hand? Is he just keeping their hands? Or their actual corpses?
Also, when looking at corpses to give multiple Quirks to, One For All users are the best for this. Having inherited One For All, their bodies had maintained multiple Quirks when they were alive, even if they couldn't use more than their natural Quirk and One For All's physical ability. And to their bodies, One For All doesn't count as just one Quirk; the natural one, and Yoichi, are already too much for a human. But Shinomori shows that it counts each previous user's Quirk, on top of Yoichi's and one's own natural one.
Their bodies adjusted to holding multiple Quirks, and when they were alive, they didn't become deformed or lose brain function. They were perfectly fine, and only had shortened lives—but that doesn't matter as corpses.
Nomus go brain dead when they have multiple Quirks. But the past users didn't, being completely fine, making them perfect for Nomu development.
High-Ends can think. They're all physically powerful, and One For All users make the best basis, even from leftover embers and physique. So why not use that great base to make the best outcome Nomus (High-Ends)?
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Shinomori is cute. Here's a post.
He is so baby-faced. He hasn't changed at all since he was 22, to when he died of "old age" at 40
(Old age? With a face like that? 40 years old?? Gimme that kind of youth and hotness Shinomori-)
He has tiny eyebrows. Like a puppy's (rottweiler's, for example). So cute and tiny and fuffy
He naturally frowns. Look at him and his mouth and his lil nose
He has a thing about keeping his arms near his chest. He sits with his arms crossed, introduces himself with his hands over his torso, and even walks with his arms crossed toward Midoriya
He has such clear skin for someone who lived the rest of his life in a forest??? Why do Hikage and Yoichi have such nice skin despite living in terrible environments? (forest and vault + abandoned streets respectively)
Is easily scared
They knew their Quirks could be used, but Shinomori got scared of it when it happened. Even though he gave Midoriya his support and access to his Quirk beforehand. Depending on the translation; "it startled me", "you scared me", "it surprised me"
I'm not going to hold running from AFO against him because he knew he was running for his life. Who wouldn't run for their life when it's in danger? Shinomori was being chased by the strongest person in the country (and likely the world)
His sense of self-preservation is probably heightened by the nature of his Quirk to keep him out of danger too. Which makes him all the more sensitive and jumpy to danger and anything that startles him, especially when he has no warning
He's actually extremely tall, but is so socially inept and jumpy it's adorable. He's taller than Bruce.
Bruce is as tall as a vault door that the 2m AFO used.
(Meanwhile Kudo is down there-)
He has such a bad sense of humor that it's cute (his puns off Danger Sense)
It's also adorable how Shinomori just doesn't understand social conventions sometimes. He lived in a forest, so it made sense, but also— Midoriya shows up in the void to the vestige platform for the first time. He has no mouth, no clothes—and Shinomori's first idea is to stand in front of him menacingly and go: "I shall explain. I am Shinomori Hikage." SIRRRR
This.
His Ability is basically like glorified anxiety. What if something is coming to hurt him? If something can hurt him? What if that tree falls while he's under it? And the ideas come so hard they hurt (although yes, it does detect ill intent and that's what sets it off)
He talks weirdly. Formal? Old-fashioned? Listening to him speak Japanese compared to others, it just sounds a bit different. (Translated subs don't show it very well, it's the voice itself methinks)
"This too, is destiny." *about Midoriya having OFA*
Kinda wise or sage-y. He did spend his life in solitude in the forests so he definitely spent a lot of time with his own thoughts. Maybe he found the meaning of life in a centipede or something one day
For someone so cute, he is also such. A fine. Specimen???
Look at those back muscles, dang.
LOOK AT HIS CALVES AND ARMS DANG.
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