Summary:
tw: mention of bullying, gang relations (positive), drug use mention, addiction
first patrol starts a little early
Notes:
'text' JSL
Text thoughts
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Chapter Text
Akira leapt to their feet, snatching their journal, suddenly very aware of where their decoded notes were. Of where they were. Glancing out the window, Akira quickly confirmed that the nearest roof was close enough to warp if they needed to.
The door burst open as one of the monitors called out "Sir, there's a bank robbery in progress at..." the man stopped as he took in the room. "I can send the backup evening patrol if you need-"
"No, we can go," Fat Gum interrupted. After the man gave the address and left, he continued, "We'll discuss this later."
Torn between Aizawa being called and potentially carrying out the threat of expulsion and going on a mission when their teammates knew, Akira forced themself to nod and their feet to start moving as the trio rushed out of the agency. The early evening sun painted beautiful hues of red and purple across the sky as Akira ached to run along the rooftops. The group slowed as they approached the police barriers, and Fat Gum asked the situation.
"Thanks for starting a little early tonight," a detective with colorful freckles said. "We've got two quirked individuals confirmed inside with twenty hostages. One of the tellers is following orders a little too exactly, so we suspect one of them has a Master quirk. The other's quirk is unknown. Good to see you again, Suneater, and is this your new intern, Fat Gum?"
Mortis nodded, fighting to keep their face neutral. 'I'm Umbra Mortis,' they signed, Fat Gum interpreting.
The detective looked a little confused but shrugged. "Well, let us know if you need anything from us or want to talk with the perps."
As the detective walked away, Mortis signed to Fat Gum, 'Isn't it possible that the second is under the villain's control as well? I can try to get a higher angle to see their face, or I can warp in. I'll have ten minutes of invisibility.'
"Try the higher ground first but be careful. If you can't get a good look, come back here and we'll discuss options."
As they warped to the top of a lamp post, Mortis focused on their mindscape and noticed a new shadow next to them. Interesting... later. Mortis carefully crouched on the post's thin head before leaping to the next one, testing their braces' boost to cover the lack of momentum. There was a whisper of a whirring noise, but it shouldn't be audible from more than half a meter away.
After jumping around a few spots, Mortis finally got a decent look at the second assailant's face. With only the bottom half clumsily covered by a mask, Mortis took in the person's face and posture and deemed them likely under the other's control. Too-relaxed shoulders, blank eyes with an underlying tension, and gun in a death grip.
Ten minutes nearly up, Mortis softly made their way back to Fat Gum and stepped into their clone from behind. 'The one with the hostages is most likely under the other's control,' Mortis signed. 'His body language and eyes gave it away.'
"Do you think the control is weak enough to break with an emotional shock or blunt force?"
'Unknown, although the victim is straining against the control so it's possible the villain needs the appropriate distraction.'
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FanfictionThe first installment in When Good People Go to War. Crossposted on ao3, ff.net, and tumble under same username Akira told themself they would become a hero to protect children from their corrupt society and to take down their family. Now, attending...
