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during • wander

Because the guardians are more like the Justice League than, say, the ninja in Naruto, they're basically their own bosses. Which is a huge relief because I've been here two days and scared to death that I was going to get Lana in trouble.

Which is somewhat laughable considering someone almost killed me in this exact place and they don't seem to be in any trouble.

So far, I've only met Doe, Ray and Flex. I think she's been making sure I don't meet anyone else, for my safety or her sanity. Whichever works.

However, I'm getting ridiculously bored.

Her room has shelves upon shelves of books - especially manga and comics. This has kept me occupied for a frankly embarrassing amount of time, with me eating whatever she brings in during intervals.

But. She's in the shower now, and although I'm itching to pick up the next issue of Attack on Titan - Mikasa has a very, very nice ass - my curiosity wins out.

So, dressed in her hoodie and my jeans, I set out to wander this warehouse-base-headquarters whatever the fuck. This, in hindsight, is the stuff bad decisions are made of.

I'm halfway to the common area when I feel it again, the overwhelming urge to get bent over and fucked until I can't remember my name. It takes a lot of willpower that I honestly didn't know I had to push back the feeling. That? Is not normal, and I want to get to the bottom of it.

And that's when I see her. Sitting in the meditation poses I've seen used by monks in documentaries, and dressed like a Victoria's Secret model, is the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on.

Smooth, dark brown skin, and legs for days. Thick, curly black hair and and dark pink lips. And her abs? It's always the freaking abs for me.

I'm not exactly sure how long I stand there just gaping, but then she opens her eyes - and they're fucking golden, oh my God, her contact lense game must be fire - and just blinks.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she says, in a voice that I'm pretty sure could make me sell me soul, and then the... horniness freaking evaporates.

"What the-"

She smirks, moving into a more relaxed pose, legs stretched out and arms behind her. "That's part of my ability, I'm afraid. Contrary to popular opinion, making people extra horny can hinder them enough for me to win a fight without having to lift a muscle."

My brain stalls.

"Your what?"

She lifts a brow. "Come, sit. You've been here a while. I'm surprised you haven't realized...?"

Abilities. Fucking abilities.

Although now that I think about it, Flex did disappear-

Oh, my God. Lana threw him. At a wall. And he didn't hit it. I-

I find myself sinking into a beanbag, mind working a mile a minute.

"I'm Aphrodite," the goddess offers - see? The name even fits - after I don't say anything for a long minute.

"Um, Ariel? Or Mermaid? I don't know, the people I've seen so far have only used codenames."

Aphrodite nods. "Either is fine, Impact never gave us your name, so that's probably why you've been called Mermaid."

I only recently picked my new name though? So she told them recently? Wait-

"Impact?"

"Her strength," she shrugs. If I'd done that in that exact position, I'd probably look awkward as heck. She, however, manages to look graceful. "And she does leave quite an impact, doesn't she?"

Oh, that she does. The first time we met had been... wild.

That must be why my admittedly weak hits had never done much. And why she was able to throw a whole ass human being.

"These... abilities. Are you born with them?" I cringe as the question leaves my mouth. "Sorry, that's invasive."

Aphrodite merely snorts out a laugh, something that seems out of place with her. "Some of us were, like me and Flex, and Doe and Ray, and Shiba. Have you met him?" At the shake of my head, she just hums. "You will. Some others got theirs by... accident. Like Impact," she says this part carefully.

What?

"Gossiping about me, are we?"

Aphrodite doesn't so much as flinch, a direct contrast to my startled squeak. "Hello, Lana. It's been a while."

My girlfriend rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Don't nag me too, Aphrodite."

The woman in question mock gasps. "Me? I would-"

The moment is shattered by an ear splitting alarm.

A voice comes from... somewhere. "Four down, two dozen approaching base. Doe is missing. Ray is... Ray is flipping his shit and causing the alarm. Someone find her. Impact, don't let them get in. Shiba's on his way."

"It appears," Aphrodite says slowly, pulling on a spandex bodysuit from God only knows where, "Shit is getting real."

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Suffice to say I'm not motivated by the lack of engagement on this story. Hence, I'll be updating sporadically.
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