>(2/2)

"That's... a very stupid name. Couldn't you have picked one that doesn't sound like some sort of stock villainous group in a comic book?"

Kimura laughs. "That is exactly what I said when they approached me! Everything else about them sounded hardcore but that name. What the fuck were they thinking?"

"While not the most interesting name, it serves its function by giving us one to operate by and providing us some form of anonymity in its mediocrity." Harkins half-assedly defends.

A hum rumbles in your throat as you lock eyes with the buxom, tall and dark muscly woman.

She stares back at you and tilts her head with a smirk. "What? You see something you like?"

"No thanks, lady. I usually prefer to wash up before playing doctor."

"You're... Kimura."

"Uh-huh, Harkins just said that, and?"

Shaking your head, you look up to the ceiling of your office. "Forget it, it's nothing."

You know her, at least whoever he was did.

>[ ] "...I'm in. Do you have something I can track her by or do you somehow expect me to bump into this chick by chance?"
>[ ] "Both of you have five minutes to get the hell off my property before I paint this office red with your insides."
>[ ] "Just what was Laura doing near the border anyway?"
>[ ] "How deep are your agents in SHIELD?"
>[ ] Write In.

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>>3886231
>[ ] "...I'm in. Do you have something I can track her by or do you somehow expect me to bump into this chick by chance?"
Fuck it. Let's get her.

Voting closed; writing now.

Into the rabbit-hole you go.

>[X] "...I'm in. Do you have something I can track her by or do you somehow expect me to bump into this chick by chance?"

Fuck it, this is your chance to kill two birds with one stone. No one can say no to getting a chance to improve your powers and add some new ones. Their agents in SHIELD could prove useful later when you're going head to head with them, if you don't get their attention by swiping X-23 away. It also gives you an opportunity to delve deeper into whatever the fuck life of the guy Phoenix had you vaguely experience.

A sigh escapes your lips as you look back down at the Facility duo. "...I'm in. Do you have something I can track her by or do you somehow expect me to bump into this chick by chance?"

"Bloodhound mutant, huh boy?" Kimura grins. "You and my little girl have that in common."

Turning to Harkins, you groan. "Do you or do you not?"

"We do have objects X-23 frequently interacted with, but we didn't think to bring them. Our organization's higher ups thought you'd have a sufficient enough network to gain significant leads to our asset's location on your own. How else would you have gotten into your predecessor's position?"

"Just tell me the location of the SHIELD safehouse, and I can work my way to her from there."

"Hollis Queens, 96-5 193rd street. There may still be agents in the safehouse itself scouring it for any DNA samples X-23 might have left behind."

You hum while straighten yourself in your chair. "Thanks, the last thing I need is SHIELD crawling up my ass after I've gotten this far."

Harkin chuckles. "Please, Mr. Reyes, you have an incredibly high chance of dying at X-23's hand. We'll be thanking you if you manage to come back with a limb or an organ and congratulating you if you somehow manage to achieve capturing her."

"I don't doubt that, but I'll be ready for her."

"Yeah, right." Kimura chimes in. "We'll probably be making clones of you if she decides to get serious and cuts your head off."

Shooting the woman a look, you cluck your tongue. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? One pet to torture just isn't enough, is it?" A grin spreads across your face. "Or do you just want your own personal minotaur built like a Roman god to fuck whenever you want?"

The sadist looks your upper body up, moaning. "Neither of those are mutually exclusive."

You snicker as you lean back again.

Both of you share a lot in common, more than the other would likely care to think.

>[ ] "I'm going to go gene baby clone hunting now. You two get the fuck out of my office; I'll escort you since we're all going out the same way you got in."
>[ ] "If you try to blackmail me for any of this, I will personally raze your facility to the ground."
>[ ] "Anyway, can you tell me just what was Laura doing near the border before I go?"
>[ ] "Kimura, do you want in on this or not? You are her handler."
>[ ] "Before I go, how deep are your agents in SHIELD?"
>[ ] Write In.

Going to go to my morning class soon. Will close voting and update when I get back.

>>3886360
>[ ] "I'm going to go gene baby clone hunting now. You two get the fuck out of my office; I'll escort you since we're all going out the same way you got in."

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3886722
How good are we with portals btw?

>[X] "I'm going to go gene baby clone hunting now. You two get the fuck out of my office; I'll escort you since we're all going out the same way you got in."

Better for you to go hunt for Laura solo: the reaction you had just looking at her photo was enough to raise suspicion. Meeting her in person will likely trigger a greater response. Other than that, you can use your autonomy to your advantage and steal Laura away from everyone while giving a sample of her back to the Facility. It could backfire, but you really want to get to the bottom of your Phoenix-caused sync.

"I'm going to go gene baby clone hunting now. You two get the fuck out of my office; I'll escort you since we're all going out the same way you got in."

Harkins and Kimura don't raise a fuss as you put your phone back in your pocket, flip back over to your office's entrance, and take the lead.

Two minutes is all it takes for you stroll from your top floor to your empty heli-pad.

Waving goodbye and flipping Kimura off in turn when she responds back with such, you hop to the roof of a neighboring skyscraper before porting to Bellerose Manor, which is just two neighborhoods away from Hollis.

You take off into the mid-afternoon sky to the SHIELD safehouse.

A single minute is all it takes for you to reach your destination.

Landing on top of the seemingly normal house, you drop on to all of your fours and take in the surrounding air through your nose.

Memories of warm, soft flesh brushing up against scaled fingers flow through your mind. A moan escapes your lips at the foreign yet familiar savory and sweet bloody scent of X-23. She got the savory part from her gene daddy without any of the rank caused by his over-muskiness.

Unfortunately for you, his smell is also lingering in this place.

You push yourself back on to your feet and rooftop hop leftward past Jamaica to Richmond Hill.

As your hopping towards another roof, you see and smell a familiar ripped kid web-sling through the air.

The Spider-boy catches sight of you and he swings his way over to the same building. "Kojo!" Parker calls out before landing. "What are you doing here? Don't you have a company to run now or are you just taking in the sights?"

You hum.

While not entirely welcome, maybe this web-head can help you.

>[ ] "Follow me! We have a slutty goth to save from a power high international agency and a couple of uppity fucking supers."
>[ ] "You wouldn't have happened to have seen a 5'1 girl dressed like a slutty goth run through here lately, would you?"
>[ ] "Are you familiar with the Wolverine? I think he's trying to kill his clone gene baby daughter."
>[ ] "Fuck are you doing here? What, did you just get out of school or something?"
>[ ] "No time to talk, I'll see you later, Parker!"
>[ ] "I don't have time to talk, follow me!"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3886828
You can teleport practically anywhere on the planet so long as you've been there before or can envision yourself there.

>>3887174
>[ ] "Are you familiar with the Wolverine? I think he's trying to kill his clone gene baby daughter."
>Also yes and if you made that web yourself then I might have a job for you.

>>3887175
How fast could we make 3 portals about the size of a watermelon?

>>3887183
Like, a wave of his fingers. Why?

Also, I nodded off after half an hour of writing this update.

>>3887199
We're far less scrupulous than Strange and I can't imagine just about anything getting up after having their head bisected, getting decapitated, and having their heart cut in half from portals closing in quick succession.

>>3887211
Well, you can't form portals over physical objects. If you can trick or conjure one in time for an enemy to put a limb through, they're fucked though.

>>3887232
How about above their head and move them down? Or make them when someone is leaping at us? They can't course correct midair.

>>3887174
>>[X] "You wouldn't have happened to have seen a 5'1 girl dressed like a slutty goth run through here lately, would you?"

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3887240
You can't really move tears in space time like gravity does.

>>3887255
Fair enough. We could always just throw them somewhere at random. The jump, we make a portal where they'll land.

>[X] "You wouldn't have happened to have seen a 5'1 girl dressed like a slutty goth run through here lately, would you?"
>[X] "Are you familiar with the Wolverine? I think he's trying to kill his clone gene baby daughter."
>[X] "Also yes, and if you made that web yourself then I might have a job for you."

He can help you out in your search and with the hairy motherfucker if need be. Not to mention, you can really use that webbing of his for a profit and as a defensive weapon. The two of you can make millions selling a downgraded version of it to the police as well as other law enforcement agencies around the world. Motherfucker will never have to take pictures of himself in the spandex suit like a porn star ever again.

"You wouldn't have happened to have seen a 5'1 girl dressed like a slutty goth run through here lately, would you?"

The vigilante stares at you in complete silence for a moment. "Are you... Are you cheating on your girlfriend?"

"Are you familiar with the Wolverine?" You sigh. "I think he's trying to kill his clone gene baby daughter."

"The Wolverine's what now?!"

"His genetic clone baby daughter person, it's complicated."

"Okaaay, are we going to stop him or is this one of those situations where the gene baby clone daughter person is evil?"

"The former."

>(2/2)

Parker beats his fist into his palm. "Alright! Let's beat us a legendary mutant who's massacred countless soldiers and killed other super powered people like us..." He stands still for a beat. "This is gonna suck."

A confirming hum rumbles in your throat. "Also yes, and if you made that web yourself then I might have a job for you."

"...So you are cheating on your girlfriend?"

You roll your eyes and take off in the direction of the clawed mutants' scents.

The two of you make your way from Richmond all the way to Brownsville when you smell yellow and blue's unmistakable hairy ape rank.

Hopping up into the air, you look down and see the man glaring back up at you from his motorcycle.

This is probably where you should part ways with Parker by having him slow down the fucker. His claws might cut through his webbing but the Spider-kid can be an absolute nuisance with it. You doubt he'll be capable of surviving a close upfront fight, though. It's good he came alone instead of bringing all the other X-men with him: he would've scared X-23 off and gotten SHIELD to be all up this situation's ass.

>[ ] "Parker, the biker on the road below us is him! Slow him down and keep him busy, I'll get the girl!"
>[ ] "Web the biker below us! Leave the rest to me from here!"
>[ ] Conjure a portal in front of his motorcycle, the pressure mounted on you makes this far harder than it usually is thanks to concentration being important for spellcasting. (Spellcasting Roll, +8 Modifier, DC16)
>[ ] Punch the air in Wolverine's direction, the impact will fuck him and/or his motorcycle up if you do this right. (Combat Skill Roll +3 modifier, DC16; Power Control Check +3 modifier, DC16)
>[ ] Land stomp him in your next jump, it'll either fuck him up or his motorcycle. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18)
>[ ] Keep following X-23 even with Wolverine on your tail, you want to steal her away right in front of him.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3887305
>>[X] Land stomp him in your next jump, it'll either fuck him up or his motorcycle. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18)

>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 modifier
>DC18

Best of the first three d20s please.

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3887384

>>3887393
First try baybeeee!

Rolling closed; writing now.

>>3887393
I'll take it.

>[X] Land stomp him in your next jump, it'll either fuck him up or his motorcycle. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18)
>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 modifier
>DC18
>Rolled 18 + 3 = 21
>Success!

>(1/2)

Parker will probably get his ass slashed and bled out all over the street. It's better for you to handle this yourself in one decisive attack. Been a long time since you've had to really get your hands dirty anyway. Fact that you get to bitch make an X-man and the Wolverine himself is just a bonus.

You angle yourself forwards and hop more than jump from the next roof to over the street.

Wolverine, snarling, turns his handles in the direction of the left-most lane to avoid your aerial strike.

Before the centuries old man can even move an inch of his ride over to the other lane, you kick both your legs out into his back with enough force to bisect a normal man through sheer power.

The man's bike and a good amount of the street gets totaled as the furry mutant transmits the force of your stomp into them, while you continue on your merry hopping way with some very cracked leg and foot bones.

"...Dude," Spider-boy speaks up, web-slinging slower than usual to compensate for your injury induced slack, "I think you just killed that guy, or at least broke his spine."

You shake your head. "Trust me, I didn't kill or break shit: I know what it feels like to have bones break under my feet and I didn't so much as crack his than I just left some bloody prints of my shoes in his back." A smirk makes its way on to your face. "Although, you'd know what it'd be like to break someone's spine, huh?"

"It was just that one time, and you healed from it!"

"Physically. I can still feel my girl shivering in my arms, man."

The Spider-boy falls silent. "...Really?"

>(2/2)

Cackling laughter escapes your lips as a grin spreads across your face. "Holy shit, Parker, I am fucking with you! I've been fucking with you since we first met! Seriously, how do you not pick up on this shit?"

"I like to believe in the best of people, okay?!"

"Ah, you poor bastard." You sigh. "...You're going to be so disappointed."

The vigilante grumbles but says nothing.

Both of you follow X-23's savory sweet scent from shithole Wolverine-stomped Brownsville into Flatbush.

Your nose twitches as the girl's scent increases in its intensity. "She's close." You're halfway through the neighborhood when you notice how the scent hasn't increased at all in its strength since you entered. "Shit, she's picked up on our scent and is on the move. How the hell is that even possible? We must be at least four blocks away from her."

"Wolverine's clone must have a super sense of smell then, maybe even stronger than the real one." Spider-boy looks to you. "...Wait a minute, how are you tracking her? I thought you just knew where she was and were helping her out. Did Wolverine really want to hurt her?"

"I have an enhanced sense of smell, not exactly super but my experience tracking people with it may as well make it so. I'm a friend of a friend of hers and the Wolverine is a total asshole: I can't let her fall into the wrong hands."

The kid hums but says nothing.

Now may be time for you to part ways.

>[ ] "Wait a minute, don't you think you'll be paid shitloads if you take a picture of Spider-man fighting the Wolverine?"
>[ ] "I'll take the streets, you take the rooftops. Try to keep up and don't lose sight!"
>[ ] "Stay here and lookout for the OG, I'll make sure Laura gets out of the city safe."
>[ ] "Come on, man, even I think the X-men are assholes and I'm a fucking mutant."
>[ ] "Parker, go back to Queens. I have to take care of this on my own."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3887471
>>[X] "Come on, man, even I think the X-men are assholes and I'm a fucking mutant."

>>3887471
>>3887474
Y'know, add
>[X] "Wait a minute, don't you think you'll be paid shitloads if you take a picture of Spider-man fighting the Wolverine?"
Just so we can get him out of the way.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Come on, man, even I think the X-men are assholes and I'm a fucking mutant."
>[X] "Wait a minute, don't you think you'll be paid shitloads if you take a picture of Spider-man fighting the Wolverine?"

You need to be alone for what's to come between you and X-23. There's too much you can reveal by bringing the Webhead with you to the confrontation. He's better off staying behind to hold back papa Wolverine. Both you and his clone gene baby daughter will share a moment before you wisp her away. It'd be fun to rub all this in his face if you ever see him again.

"Come on, man, even I think the X-men are assholes and I'm a fucking mutant."

"That's not at all what or why I..." He shakes his head. "Whatever, let's save this girl."

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat as you hop to the next roof over. "Wait a minute, don't you think you'll be paid shitloads if you take a picture of Spider-man fighting the Wolverine?"

"...Huh," Spider-boy stops and turns around on the next roof, "excuse me for a minute."

You chuckle while the kid web-slings away to get his money.

Laura's runaway super clone assassin shapely ass is all yours.

Picking up the pace, you easily close the distance between you and your prey. You jump again off a large building and see the back of a familiar, lithe figure do the same to close a smaller distance from a smaller compound.

The young mutant, instead of continuing her rooftop hopping, hops down into the alley between the building she's standing on and the one adjacent to it.

You jump all the way from the building you land on to the edge of the one above the crevice and let yourself fall into the other end of the alley.

A wet 'SNIKT' fills the isolated backstreet.

Raising your head, you lock your demon eyes with the dual fist-clawed girl's hollow green before she can spring to slit your throat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoQ3Vwz1DcM

Both your pairs of eyes widen at the sight of each other.

The face of your old self stares back for a second before it fades into the girl's.

Laura raises her body from its low-stance position as the claws on her hand emit a 'TKINS' noise when they retreat back inside her body, leaving two luscious dabs of blood where they left.

You thin your lips out against the other and relax as you feel your chest hollow.

...

...

>[ ] "Well, what is it? You stopped, didn't you? Don't you have something to say? Don't fucking stand there saying nothing like a goddamn puppet!"
>[ ] "Of all the places you had to stop at, you choose an alley... Really? It smells like shit in here, we can both tell super senses or not."
>[ ] "Take them out again, I want to beat you until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "They're looking for you, you know? The Facility, SHIELD, and the Wolverine."
>[ ] "...Why are you here? What is it that you want?"
>[ ] "You smell like blood."
>[ ] "Do you know me?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3887518
>[ ] "They're looking for you, you know? The Facility, SHIELD, and the Wolverine."
Then ask
>[ ] "...Why are you here? What is it that you want?"

>>3887518
>>[X] "Well, what is it? You stopped, didn't you? Don't you have something to say? Don't fucking stand there saying nothing like a goddamn puppet!"

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Awake from my sleep and back from my class.

>[ ] "They're looking for you, you know? The Facility, SHIELD, and the Wolverine."
>[ ] "...Why are you here? What is it that you want?"

>[ ] "Well, what is it? You stopped, didn't you? Don't you have something to say? Don't fucking stand there saying nothing like a goddamn puppet!"

>[X] "They're looking for you, you know? The Facility, SHIELD, and the Wolverine."
>[X] "...Why are you here? What is it that you want?"

>(1/2)

That look on her face is draining the light out of you. It's stirring the old you up in just how similar it is to his. She's a broken thing that only knows and understands how to kill, like you used to be. Despite that, she's still here in the outside world away from her cage. Either she wanted something outside of basic existence or she's here on someone's orders, someone with more influence over her than the Facility.

"They're looking for you, you know? The Facility, SHIELD, and the Wolverine."

A small hum of understanding mewls in the girl's throat. "I could smell Project X's blood coating your shoes since I first detected you... Is he alive?"

"...Why are you here?" You ask, ignoring her question. "What is it that you want?"

"I want to evade capture."

You furrow your brow. "Why?"

Laura stares deep into your eyes. "...I do not want to be hurt or used anymore."

"This life is filled with pain, you'll never avoid it." You scoff. "And used? You're always going to be used by someone so why back out of an organization that can provide you with anything you need to survive? If you join SHIELD, I'm sure they won't straight up beat you like Kimura did: they'll probably give you whatever you want if it gets you to cooperate."

>(2/2)

"I do not like being hurt or used."

"Please, that's all you know. You say want and like as if you actually know what those mean, but I can tell you have no idea what you like, much less what you want. If it weren't for the Facility or SHIELD, you probably wouldn't even know what to do with yourself. Can you really imagine yourself living a life like the people you pretend to be in order to get to your target or blend in with a crowd?"

The girl falls silent once again. "...No."

You relax at the young woman's submission.

She really is only running because someone wanted her free. A broken puppet like this doesn't act on their free will: they operate by instinct. So long as they're fed, secure, and unharmed, they're content with wasting space. This thing standing before you isn't the one you saw in your vision and even she was nothing but a tool.

>[ ] "...I can give you something that isn't like what you had. Everything you could ever want or need, I'll provide. All you need to do is let me rip out or off a piece of you for the Facility."
>[ ] "Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."
>[ ] "Well, what is it? You stopped before striking at me, didn't you? Don't you have something to say? Don't fucking stand there saying nothing like a goddamn puppet!"
>[ ] "Of all the places you had to stop at, you chose an alley... Really? It smells like shit in here, we can both tell super senses or not."
>[ ] "Take your claws out again, I want to beat you until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "You smell like blood."
>[ ] "Do you know me?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3888132
>[X] "...I can give you something that isn't like what you had. Everything you could ever want or need, I'll provide. All you need to do is let me rip out or off a piece of you for the Facility."

>>3888132
>[ ] "...I can give you something that isn't like what you had. Everything you could ever want or need, I'll provide. All you need to do is let me rip out or off a piece of you for the Facility."
Can never have too many mutants. Either make her subservient to us it try to break her conditioning like we have and have her indebted to us. Either way if someone goes for us they'll have a pissed fem wolverine to deal with.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...I can give you something that isn't like what you had. Everything you could ever want or need, I'll provide. All you need to do is let me rip out or off a piece of you for the Facility."

>(1/2)

While turning her in will probably met you a discount with the Facility, get SHIELD off your back in the future, or give you friends within the X-men, you'd prefer it if she was under your watch and control. The memories you have of the other her are vivid in how deadly this chick is. You'd say she's even deadlier than the old you if the old you had mutations like hers and didn't regularly ice every motherfucker with a pulse while being a quarter of their size.

"...I can give you something that isn't like what you had. Everything you could ever want or need, I'll provide. All you need to do is let me rip out or off a piece of you for the Facility."

"No, they will make clones of me to torture and use to kill whoever they like."

You furrow your brow again. "And what of it? Why on Earth do you care?"

"I do not want anyone else to suffer or be used like I did."

"What the hell did I tell you? No matter what you do, run or give-up, someone is going to suffer and be used. Whatever you do, you'll still suffer and be used by others. The Facility will use people you meet or use against you if you keep running, torture you, or use you if I give you over to them. Either someone else will suffer or you will suffer. You can't save anyone if you don't even know how save yourself. Those 'wants' of yours are nothing but wishful thinking a child has beyond being the only things you actually know."

>(2/2)

The girl continues staring her hollow emerald eyes into yours. "You... are in pain."

Blinking, you tilt your head to the side. "What?" You raise an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about now?"

"...Why do you want to help me?"

"I expect something out of it obviously. The Facility offered me their bodily enhancing services to me if I caught you or a viable genetic sample of you for them. Me and my own organization will be a lot safer with you out of everyone else's hands as well. I'm more than capable of doing all the wetwork myself and delegating it to my network of assassins and enforcers, so you can do whatever you find out you want to do. If you want to go to school, I'll enroll you. If you want to travel the world, I'll buy you your own goddamn jet. If you want back into assassination, feel free to call. I'm one rich sonofabitch."

Laura murmurs to herself again.

You stare at the quiet little black leather pants, jacket, and boots-wearing girl.

There's a lot in common she shares with the old you, but her current demeanor is more like how you were when you were transitioning into the person you are now. Killing Dan felt good, and you figured the best way to survive and thrive would be to start a gang. This chick is still at the post-parental figure offing shock stage, a stage that lasted all of several seconds for you.

>[ ] "Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."
>[ ] "I understand if you don't trust me, that's probably the wisest thing you'll ever do, but I mean what I say when I promise someone something."
>[ ] "Take your claws out again, I want to beat your dense ass until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
>[ ] "...What did you mean I'm in pain?"
>[ ] "You smell like blood, you know."
>[ ] "Do you know who I am?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3888311
>[ ] "I understand if you don't trust me, that's probably the wisest thing you'll ever do, but I mean what I say when I promise someone something."
>[ ] "So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."

>>3888311
>>[X] "Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."

Rolled 2 (1d2)

How you feeling about Laura and this situation?

>[ ] "I understand if you don't trust me, that's probably the wisest thing you'll ever do, but I mean what I say when I promise someone something."
>[ ] "So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."

>[X] "Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."

>[X] "Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."

>(1/2)

She's taking too long for your taste. You can further reassure her or you can just crush what little remains of her pathetic sense of self. Girl will cave either way, she doesn't know how to decide for herself. It'd be cute if it weren't so pathetic. At the very least, she'll make a fine pampered pet.

"Who let you out? I can tell you don't have the free will to have done something like that of your own volition. Some stupid bleeding heart that person was, just look at you."

The girl's empty emerald eyes hollow further, leaving them dull and lifeless. "...My mother was the one who freed me."

Clucking your tongue, you shake your head. "I really don't understand how you can still be considered a clone even though you were inseminated in a woman. You are the Wolverine's biological daughter in all but name." You sigh. "Guess she got killed not long after judging from your tone of voice. Was inevitable, really: the bleeding hearts always die first. Sure took enough time for her get one, though. The Facility gave her what she deserved, if you ask me."

"They did not kill her... I did." Another west 'SNIKT' echoes resounds through alley as Laura brings her claws out again.

Eyes widening, you feel a crushing pressure in your chest.

Someone truly precious in spite of their emptiness.

>(2/2)

A cheshire grin stretches across your face while deep laughter booms in your chest, drowning out the sweet dripping of the other mutant's blood.

What a sick joke. No one precious is truly empty, they're precious because they can stand and go on by themselves for themselves. The girl before you isn't at all that kind of person. She's a worthless broken thing that can only knows how to kill others, just like how she's thinking about killing you right now. It's better you kill her here and devour her, sparing her from the misery of her existence.

The girl's metal shankers 'TKINS' back into her body.

You blink as the girl breaks her gaze off from you and looks down at herself.

She didn't spring at you the moment you started laughing or grinning when she could've. The brief rage she felt wasn't at all directed at you. In spite of costantly being hurt and used by others, she decided to take it out on herself in this one moment of rage, one of the few she's probably ever had.

The grin on your face dies and a bottomless emptiness takes the place of the grip on your chest cavity.

...

...

You don't feel sorry for her.

>[ ] "Take your claws out again, I want to beat your dense ass until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "...What did you mean I'm in pain? You're the only one hurting yourself here."
>[ ] "What... the fuck is wrong with you? Never, Never! Do that again! I... Fuck!"
>[ ] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
>[ ] "...I don't understand."
>[ ] Walk up to her and clean her wounds, they smell too ravaging
>[ ] Write In.

>>3888386
I feel bad, but I still kinda want to give her over. I was hoping some other anon would decide for me.
>>3888514
>[X] "What... the fuck is wrong with you? Never, Never! Do that again! I... Fuck!"
>[X] "...I don't understand."

>>3888514
>>[ ] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
Do or die time, except instead of death, it'l be something worse in Kimura's clutches

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[X] "What... the fuck is wrong with you? Never, Never! Do that again! I... Fuck!"
>[X] "...I don't understand."

>[X] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."

>[X] "What... the fuck is wrong with you? Never, Never! Do that again! I... Fuck!"
>[X] "...I don't understand."

You don't care at all about this stupid chick. Really, she can die now and you wouldn't care so long as you got her body back to the Facility. It's just that the way she's acting right now is bringing up shit that makes you want to die. Breaking someone is always fun for you: in fact, you get off on it. You've never seen someone act like this before, though. Some people in your gang have hurt themselves, but they never took out their anger on themselves as if they were the ones to blame for everything that happened to them. This is probably the most pathetic and broken thing you've ever seen anyone do.

"What... the fuck is wrong with you?" A growl churns in your throat. "Never, Never! Do that again! I..." You punch your fist in the nearby cement wall, creating a massive crater. "Fuck!"

The girl looks up to stare into your eyes again with her lips parted in interest. "...Did I do something wrong?"

Again, you slam your other fist into the opposite wall, snarling all the while.

It's just like how it was with the image of your old self, that useless broken piece of shit.

"Just..." A frustrated growl once again roars out of your mouth.

"I do not understand." Laura speaks out against your bestial rage, making your blood run cold. "Why are you angry?"

Staring at her, you back up against the wrecked wall and let yourself get dragged against it by gravity to the ground. "...I don't understand."

You don't understand how someone could go through the same thing you did and come out this weak.

X-23 takes a few steps forward and hums. "Then neither of us do. I do not understand many other things as well. Are you... the same? You and I are both in pain."

A groan escapes your lips.

The very thought of being compared to her sickens you in spite of your similarities. You'd never hurt yourself like that, at least not intentionally. If you were going to hurt yourself, you'd do the world a favor and just crush your head in your own hands. Leave it to women to pussyfoot around offing themselves. Fucking Abuelita just had to make you and Marcus watch her turn into a thin piece of jerky. At least you made your mother kill herself like someone with a backbone.

>[ ] "I killed my mother coming into this world. I made a woman who was like my grandmother kill herself ten years after. I did both those things and you don't see me beating... myself up... for it." (Will Roll +6 Modifier DC18)
>[ ] "Take your claws out again, I want to beat your dense ass until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "What the hell do you mean by that? Unlike you, I'm perfectly fine. Besides, I can barely feel pain anymore."
>[ ] "...Yeah, I don't understand a lot of other things either. People are the absolute worst, though."
>[ ] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
>[ ] "Just let me think for a moment."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3888620
>>[X] "I killed my mother coming into this world. I made a woman who was like my grandmother kill herself ten years after. I did both those things and you don't see me beating... myself up... for it." (Will Roll +6 Modifier DC18)

>Will Roll
>+6 Modifier
>DC18
Best out of three d20s, please

Rolled 12 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>3888639
Curse my need for sleep

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>>3888644
Same, man same.

>[X] "I killed my mother coming into this world. I made a woman who was like my grandmother kill herself ten years after. I did both those things and you don't see me beating... myself up... for it." (Will Roll +6 Modifier DC18)
>Will Roll
>+6 Modifier
>DC18
>Rolled 12 + 6 = 18
>Success!

Both of you are incredibly different from one another besides physical traits. You may share a similar past of murdering people as tykes but the differences are like night and day. She needs to understand that lest she start trying to compare herself to you, an actual somewhat functioning person who just so happens to also be a newborn god. Crazy bitch is below you even on a cosmic level.

"I killed my mother coming into this world. I made a woman who was like my grandmother kill herself ten years after. I did both those things and you don't see me beating... myself up... for it."

Laura watches with confusion as you bury your face in your hand. "It sounds like you do, at least not physically."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious!" You let out a muffled snarl. "Have any other brilliant insights to share?"

"...You are angry."

Dragging your hand off your face, a groan escapes your lips. "Did you really just..." You blink. "Wait, did you just make a joke?"

The girl shakes her head.

A sigh escapes your lips.

She really is a lot like the old broken piece of shit you, and you need to stop hating yourself for the shit you didn't mean to do.

>[ ] "Wolverine's still alive, by the way. I'm going to wish I killed him later, I just know it. Totally going to rub the fact I caught you in his face, though."
>[ ] "What the hell did you mean when you said we're both in pain? Unlike you, I'm perfectly fine. Besides, I can barely feel pain anymore."
>[ ] "Take your claws out again, I want to beat your dense ass until you're a smear all over these walls like the rest."
>[ ] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
>[ ] "Just what where you doing by the U.S-Canadian border?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3888671
>[ ] "Wolverine's still alive, by the way. I'm going to wish I killed him later, I just know it. Totally going to rub the fact I caught you in his face, though."
>[ ] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."
Phone posting from work yay!

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>>3888682
ayy

>>3888682
>>3888698
support nice

>[X] "Wolverine's still alive, by the way. I'm going to wish I killed him later, I just know it. Totally going to rub the fact I caught you in his face, though."
>[X] "...So, what's it going to be? We can't wait here forever."

It's about time for you to wrap this up with fellow matricidist Mrs. Sniktbubbete. Parker can't hold back the furry gene papa bastard for long. With any luck, he only has light wounds or none from not directly engaging with him. You can handle Laura in several moves if need be, but it's better for both of you if she doesn't fight and accepts your deal. A little smack talk about Mr. Daddy Asshole wouldn't hurt before you get to it either.

"Wolverine's still alive, by the way. I'm going to wish I killed him later, I just know it. Totally going to rub the fact I caught you in his face, though."

"That will enrage him: he wants me to live and be free."

You laugh. "Good, it'll make him feel more like shit."

Laura stares at you in silence.

"...So, what's it going to be?" A hum rumbles in your throat. "We can't wait here forever."

The leather-clad girl crouches down to your level. "I will go with you, for now." A familiar 'SNIKT' fills the air as the claws on her right fist sprout from her flesh. She sets her left hand fingers on top of the sharp metal blade. "My fingers, if preserved, will serve as a suitable sample of my DNA."

Shaking your head, you take hold of Laura's forearm. "It has to look like I was the one who did it. They can probably tell whether or not it was you who cut them off rather than me who tore them off." You fold your hand over her soft, clawed one. "Ready?"

Laura blinks and nods while her claws 'TKINS' back into her body.

With one swift and brutal tug of your hand, you rip the mutant's fingers off from their knuckles.

A shriek of pain resounds through the alley as delicious blood shoots and flows out of the new holes in Laura's hand where her fingers used to be.

You caress her scalp with your non-bloody-finger-ripping hand as you rise and lift her back into a standing position. "Good girl. Now, let's find us some ice to put these in while yours grow back."

Laura hums in agreement.

The two of you better get the hell out of here before overprotective gene baby papa arrives.

>[ ] Travel back to your townhouse near Fisk Tower, you can put these delicious smelling bits of Laura in the freezer for when the Facility comes back.
>[ ] Go to your grandparents', they have ice at their place and can probably take care of Laura while you get her set.
>[ ] Bring the mutant girl over to the Bronx, she can hold up in your old warehouse while you fix a place up for her.
>[ ] Trek over to the Manfredi's, they'll take care of her and Sophia could use a new friend.
>[ ] Journey to Phineas' workshop, she'll be safe there before the move.
>[ ] Portal over to your intended location, hopping is too dangerous with the X-men and maybe even SHIELD nearby.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3889198
>[X] Journey to Phineas' workshop, she'll be safe there before the move.
>[X] Portal over to your intended location, hopping is too dangerous with the X-men and maybe even SHIELD nearby.

>>3889198
I'll back >>3889208
Phineas could probably study her and portaling will make it so wolvie can't track our scent. Definitely advise Phineas to do something to hide her scent.

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>[X] Journey to Phineas' workshop, she'll be safe there before the move.
>[X] Portal over to your intended location, hopping is too dangerous with the X-men and maybe even SHIELD nearby.

It's impossible for you to trust this chick to be on her own, much less with your grandparents or members of your organization. She's better off in the hands of a man who understands soulless and lifeless things. He won't be staying in his workshop for much longer, so she doesn't have a chance of fucking things over for him and, by extension, you anytime soon.

You wave a portal into being and step towards it as Laura steps back. "Come on, you're going to be staying with someone I trust for a while. Kill him and I torture you for the rest of eternity, though."

"...Strange for a mutant with primarily physical mutations to have one on the level of space-time manipulation." The girl comments as she follows you through it.

Clucking your tongue, you look around the workshop to find Phineas absent. "The one time Mason leaves his fucking bunker and I need him."

"Sir Kojo!" An annoying electronic voice echoes throughout the underground facility. The little robotic tyke lifts itself up from an operating table and hops down. "Master Mason is currently upstairs with Sir Beck having a late lunch." His head creaks over to a curious Laura as he approaches you two. "Hello, miss! Who might you be?"

"Laura... Varley." She crouches down. "Who are you?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, do not entertain it, do not speak to it, and do not acknowledge it unless you have to."

X-23 glances back up at you. "Why?"

You blink. "Do I... really need to explain it to you?" Gesturing towards the automaton with your free hand, you cluck your tongue again. "Look at it! You look into those bulbs he calls eyes and you tell me what you see in them!"

"Light-bulbs and lenses."

A groan escapes your lips.

It is exactly like talking to yourself or Jesús only a hundred times worse because they'd at least stick to themselves.

"Affirmative! That is what constitutes my eyes!" The machine sticks his robotic hand out. "Hi, Ms. Varley! I am Tiny Tin Tim!"

The girl takes its mechanical hand with her unmangled one and shakes it.

You shoot the pathetic excuse for a clone a look as she rises from the ground. "...Seriously?"

X-23 blinks and looks back at you in confusion to her own transgressions against all truly sentient kind.

She is going to get along well with the old man.

>[ ] "Just for that, you get to be alone in a warehouse filled with a history of death and despair."
>[ ] "On second thought, you're better off with my grandparents."
>[ ] "Nevermind, you're staying at my place."
>[ ] "Let's go meet the old man."
>[ ] "I'll leave you to it then."
>[ ] Port back to your place, these fingers aren't going to preserve themselves.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3889437
>>[X] "Let's go meet the old man."

>>3889437
>[ ] "Let's go meet the old man."

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>[X] "Let's go meet the old man."

There's a strong possibility of Laura going full autist by surprise slitting the man's throat on reflex. You have to stay long enough to be sure she won't do something that retarded. Damn stupid bitch is already making friends with the future robot uprising you're going to have to put down. It's a really bad start for her.

"Let's go meet the old man."

Hooking an arm around the leather biker princess, you hop to the staircase and up to the covershop entrance.

The scent of fried beef, greens, and cornmeal blows into the real workshop when you open the entrance.

Beck and Phineas, eating fried tacos over the cutner, turn their confused and somewhat frightened heads to you.

Mr. 'Ben' gulps down his latest bite of fast food. "Seriously, how the hell do you keep..." His eyes catch the bloody fingers held in your own fingers. "What the fuck!"

"Now, now, Beck, you should be used to Kojo's almost magical infiltrations."

"Phineas, look at his right hand!"

The old man's eyes look down to the guilty hand at question and blink. "Oh my, who's are those?"

You raise an eyebrow at the old man, side-step, and point your left thumb back at the genetic experiment. "Hers, I'm keeping them while she's growing new ones. Phineas, Laura; Laura, Phineas. She needs a place to stay while I set one up for her. Can you watch out for her until then, old man?"

"Sure I can. It's been a long time since I've had a youngling in this workshop that wasn't you, Kojo." He turns to the cloned mutant. "Do you like Mexican food, Laura?"

The girl nods. "Can I have the salsa and tortilla chips left in the bag?"

"Ah, have a nose like Kojo's, do you?" Mason drops down from his stool, drags a nearby chair to the free spot next to his on the counter, and returns to his seat. "Come, come! Have a late lunch with us, Laura."

Ms. 'Varley' hums before complying with the old man's wish.

You and Beck share a look but keep your mouths shut at the insane people in the room.

They barely know each other and they're already on the same wavelength.

>[ ] "Aren't you the least bit curious as to how I knew what your abilities are, Laura?"
>[ ] "Beck, I've got that contract drafted up. Let's go to your place after this."
>[ ] "Wait a second, Laura, do you even know who I am?"
>[ ] "Do you have any ice?"
>[ ] Go back in the workshop and port to your place, gotta ice these fingers for the Facility.
>[ ] Creep back into the real shop and port into your office, the job is done.
>[ ] Port to Parker's, you need to check-up on you vigilante asset.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3889701
>>[X] Go back in the workshop and port to your place, gotta ice these fingers for the Facility.
Speaking of fingers, these don't have adamantium on them? I guess it would be kinda counterproductive to put metal inside them.

>>3889713
Laura's claws are the only part of her coated in adamantium. It's the reason why she heals faster than Logan, who has adamantium poisoning from having his entire skeleton coated in it.

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>[X] Go back in the workshop and port to your place, gotta ice these fingers for the Facility.

Little Miss Biker Bitch is behaving herself well enough to leave her alone with your walking, talking technological gold mine. She's still going to wish she never left the Facility if she hurts him, though. You're not going to be able to cash in on the Facility's abilities if you don't freeze Laura's tasty smelling severed fingers as soon as possible.

You back up into the workshop, close the door, and weave a portal to your townhouse kitchen.

Stepping through, you telekinesis a quarter plastic bag from its bulk box to your free hand and place Laura's five severed fingers into it one by one. A tune hums in your throat as you seal the bag shut, making sure to push out all the air to prevent freezer burn. You open your fridge's empty freezer and set the bag of digits inside.

A satisfied, ringing sigh emerges from your lips as you walk to your living and plop yourself down on the shitty carpet.

It's done. You're going to get access to some scientists who know how to tinker with the human genome and the X-gene. Depending on how well you build up your relationship or frequent the Facilities' facilities, you might even get some inside guys into SHIELD. Kimura might be able to help you out with the X-men too seeing as how she has plenty of experience handling Laura.

You clench you hands into fists.

That girl, that fucking girl and her stupid fucking face with her stupid bloody scent on top of that stupid fucking ass, is a bother unlike any you've ever come across. She's too much like you to be charming and too much unlike you to ever be of help in the grand scheme of things. Just being around her made you want to kill yourself.

Snarling, you raise the hand you tore her fingers off with to your lips and drag your tongue over the still-wet blood on it.

You also can't help but feel this desire to literally rip her apart and devour her. It's the same with the other man as well now, their blood is rich with the same thing that makes yours what it is. Had he brought out his claws when you first met, you would've felt the same. Just your luck to find out when it might play a major role in things sooner rather than later.

A guttural purr churns in your throat as you clean the last drops of blood off yourself.

The hunger inside of you extends beyond just souls and power it seems.

>[ ] Hey, that girl... Something was off about her, wasn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.
>[ ] Call everyone, seeing who needs and wants super powers is always a considerate thing to do.
>[ ] Get the contract from your office and go back to Beck, his shit be yours and stuff.
>[ ] Port to Parker's, always good to check-up on your vigilante asset.
>[ ] Teleport into your office, the job is done.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3889878
>>[X] Port to Parker's, always good to check-up on your vigilante asset.

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>[X] Port to Parker's, always good to check-up on your vigilante asset.

Man is probably in the hospital if he acted stupid and entered melee range with the Wolverine. If he didn't, he's probably jerking it in his room over how much he's going to get from the photos he took. It's either that or he went straight to the Daily Bugle after he held Wolvie off for as long as he could. He could even still be fighting him right now since you didn't exactly give him any signals.

Kip-upping to your feet, you wave a portal to Parker's room into being.

You step through it and raise an eyebrow at the various chemical scents wafting through the air.

The kid was either cooking up another batch of his webbing or making some kind of new drug. It's definitely the former, but you feel more amused at the thought of the latter. You'd kill to see Parker breaking bad and turn into the Friendly Neighborhood Drug-man.

A pleasant flour smell creeps in from the door's cracks, muddling with the chemicals.

Humming, you raise a hand to your chin.

Parker's old woman is baking again. This might be your chance to introduce yourself, which might also be your chance to accidentally kill her. He'll most definitely not understand why you decided to kill someone he loved for no real reason at all. It would be absolutely fucking hilarious, though. You feel like shit just for thinking that too.

You turn and look out of the web-head's window.

The Spider-boy might also be talking with Wolverine about you and what he really wants to do with Laura because you're a very untrustworthy liar. Could be worth going out to check-up on him. You can wait here if you don't want to get into a fight in public, May would make a great meat-shield like that.

A groan escapes your lips.

You are such a piece of shit.

>[ ] Port to back where you parted with Spider-boy, you need to make sure he's alright and not snitch bitching.
>[ ] Hey, that girl... Something was off about her, wasn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.
>[ ] Call everyone, seeing who needs and wants super powers is always a considerate thing to do.
>[ ] Get the contract from your office and go back to Beck, his shit be yours and stuff.
>[ ] Teleport back to your office, the job is done.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3889963
>[ ] Get the contract from your office and go back to Beck, his shit be yours and stuff.
>Leave a note for Parker

He'll be back here eventually. We have other shit to do.

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>“Good afternoon, Mr. Afungi. Sorry I’ve been away so long… I won’t let you down again.”

Finally all caught up and I missed the vote again. It's good to be back to normal.

>[X] Leave a note for Parker, you'll send flowers if a news story reports that he's in the hospital
>[X] Get the contract from your office and go back to Beck, his shit be yours and stuff.

>(1/2)

Forget this, you have a bunch of other shit you need to do and Parker's health is on the lower end of those. You'll leave a note for him to read for when he gets back, maybe even leave a number. Since you gave Laura over to Phineas to hold on to, you should at least wrap up your business with Beck. The stupid bitch with her stupid body and stupid smell is hopefully preoccupied with eating salsa right now.

You walk over to the lad's desk, pull out his pencil drawer, grab one of the sticky note packs on top of the desk, and begin writing your message.

A smirk makes its way on to your face as you unhunch yourself off the desk, admiring the note you left.

Yo, homeboy, I came here to see if you were still breathing, but you weren't home. I'll come back again later to check-up on you in person. If you're reading this after coming out of a hospital, it's probably too late for that and I've already met up with you there. If so, you better keep the fucking roses I gave you. If you're dead and this is one of Peter's friends or his old woman, disregard this message: I'll be seeing you at the funeral.

P.S: Don't believe a word of what You Know Who said if he bothered to say anything.


Love,

KR

Perfect.

With a wave of your hand, you weave a portal to your office into being.

Another gesture has the contract you had drafted shoot out your desk drawer, through the space-time hole, and into your left hand.

>(2/2)

You motion another tear in reality back to Phineas' place.

The lingering scent of Laura and her blood makes your nose twitch as you cross over to the workshop cover entrance. Shrugging it off, you open the steel door to be greeted with the sight of the three weirdos still dining on Mexican food.

Laura, salsa covered tortilla chip in her undamaged left hand, has her eyes fixed on you before you even walk in, having likely picked up on your scent the moment you conjured a portal.

Holding up your undamaged right hand in mock greeting, you turn to Mr. Mysterio. "Beck, I've got the contract here," you wave the piece of paper, "let's go to your place and pick out what I want."

"I'm eating here, man. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be right with you, okay?"

You roll your eyes. "You were eating when I left."

"That was literally about three minutes ago."

A groan escapes you lips.

These fucking slow-eating people valuing the flavor of their food when it should be used for sustenance after the first savoring.

>[ ] "I got a facility for you, Phineas. We're shipping in materials from other countries for you to do your thing. Can you mass produce a limited-life version of the phone you made for me without all the really high tech features or security?"
>[ ] "Old man, can you ensure Ms. 'Varley' here doesn't interact with the homunculus you created?"
>[ ] "You probably know who I am by now, Laura, but can you tell me what you know?"
>[ ] Hey, that girl... Something is off about her, isn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.
>[ ] ...Are you still there? In the dark? I know you saw her, I felt you: I was you.
>[ ] Wait for Mysterio to get off his ass, you can spare a couple of minutes.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3890953
Good to have you back, Superanon.

forgive me for sleeping,i am weak and human

>>3891237
>>[ ] "I got a facility for you, Phineas. We're shipping in materials from other countries for you to do your thing. Can you mass produce a limited-life version of the phone you made for me without all the really high tech features or security?"

>>3891237
>>[X] "You probably know who I am by now, Laura, but can you tell me what you know?"
>>[X] Hey, that girl... Something is off about her, isn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.

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>>3891237
>>[X] Wait for Mysterio to get off his ass, you can spare a couple of minutes.
I would choose to spend it by chatting with Phineas about his future.
>>[X] "I got a facility for you, Phineas. We're shipping in materials from other countries for you to do your thing. Can you mass produce a limited-life version of the phone you made for me without all the really high tech features or security?"

Curious about the girl, but delving into the weirdness while Mysterio and the Tinkerer watch and nibble on Mexican food is less than ideal.

This time, I think I legitimately missed the voting closed announcement when I updated after *I* was sleeping. Dumb frail human bodies.

>[X] "I got a facility for you, Phineas. We're shipping in materials from other countries for you to do your thing. Can you mass produce a limited-life version of the phone you made for me without all the really high tech features or security?"
>[X] "You probably know who I am by now, Laura, but can you tell me what you know?"
>[X] Hey, that girl... Something is off about her, isn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.

>(1/2)

You haven't exactly gotten to telling the old man about what you want to do. He only knows he's getting his own factory where he can launch the robotic usurpation of mankind. As for the fake clone, she hasn't bothered to ask you who you are. It's very much possible she already knows through the news, which has been reporting your corporate actions and changes non-stop since you were officially made CEO as well as your press conference since you hosted it. The other You probably has a thing or to two to say about her as well.

Turning to the little man, you raise an eyebrow. "I got a facility for you, Phineas. We're shipping in materials from other countries for you to do your thing. Can you mass produce a limited-life version of the phone you made for me without all the really high tech features or security?"

"Of course I can, Kojo." He tilts his head. "Why would you want to do such a thing to a masterpiece, though?"

"I don't want top-of-the-line Ventura Reyes technology getting in the hands of other corporations or the government, much less common citizens. Leave it high tech enough to be better than anything else on the market but nowhere near the level mine is."

Mason hums in understanding but says nothing.

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat as you turn to the ever starey and quiet gene baby clone. "You probably know who I am by now, Laura, but can you tell me what you know?"

>(2/2)

"The name you go by is Kojo Reyes, whether it is an alias or your real name is unknown. Judging by your appearance and scent, you are a 6'2 mutant male of West African, Mestizo Mexican, and West European descent. Super strength, enhanced durability, and an enhanced sense of smell appear to be your primary mutations. You were in an altercation with the police outside of a coffee shop named James' Java on August 24th in the early morning after you ripped out the throat of a drive-by shooter. When Wilson Fisk and his lawyer James Wesley were assassinated on August 25th, you were announced as Wilson Fisk's sole heir by the executor of his will, Maggia capomandamento of the Silvermane family Silvio Manfredi, a week later on September 1st. Another week after on September 8th, you presented yourself at another press conference hosted by Silvio Manfredi and answered personal questions asked about yourself from the crowd before police officers arrested you. You were put on trial for the murder of an officer and injury of several others on October 12th in the afternoon but were cleared of all charges. On November 7th you were made CEO of Fisk Industries. Since then, you've re-branded the company as Ventura Reyes, which was announced on November 10th with a new trademark. That is the extent of my knowledge of you."

Both you and the other two men in the room stare at the leather-clad super assassin while she returns to munching on salsa-dipped salted tortilla chips.

She has been keeping a better track of the shit you've been up to than you have. It's kind of worrying when you consider it took becoming CEO for the Facility to seek you out. For all you know, Laura's escape and her story of it was faked just for her to get close to you.

A hum rumbles in your throat.

Hey, that girl... Something is off about her, isn't there? I know you can feel it more than I can.

The Hollow One was born of one soul and not two as most others have. A man's semen and a woman's egg are infused with the essence of one's own soul. When one is taken out, the offspring is lacking. Those born of one soul will never be the same as those born of two. Devouring her would not be pleasant or give us much power. The Hollow One is discarded scraps at best.

You blink at the hollow-souled girl as she stares back into your eyes.

It's almost like she can see into yours and knows what she lacks deep inside.

>[ ] "Old man, can you ensure Ms. 'Varley' here doesn't interact with the homunculus you created?"
>[ ] "...Can you see it? What's behind my eyes or The One Above the others?"
>[ ] "...Does it hurt?"
>[ ] ...Are you still there? In the dark? I know you saw her, I felt you: I was you.
>[ ] Wait for Mysterio to get off his ass, you can spare a couple of minutes.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3891703
>>[X] "...Can you see it? What's behind my eyes or The One Above the others?"

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...Can you see it? What's behind my eyes or The One Above the others?"

>(1/2)

Even before you got your third-eye, you were capable of vaguely seeing the supernatural thanks to your previous encounters with cosmic forces and maybe because of the complications in your birth. It wouldn't be impossible for someone else to have the ability to see what shouldn't be. Laura's own condition could give her some kind of supernatural awareness as well

"...Can you see it? What's behind my eyes or The One Above the others?"

The girl's elegant throat swells for a moment as she gulps down her lasted crushed salsa-covered tortilla chip. "I do not think I understand what you are referring to but I understand that you are in pain."

"Again with that?" You scoff. Talk about a disappointment. "What pain? I don't feel anything. It's hard for anyone to get me to grunt much less flinch in it anyway."

"Exactly. You are in pain; what others do to you is nothing to what you already feel. You are too numb to notice anymore. I am the same."

The beat in your chest dies, giving way to an endless pit of nothingness. "...You and I are nothing alike."

A hum chimes out from X-23. "Does the thought of us sharing similarities offend you?" She tilts her head. "Or do you not feel like you're in pain?"

>(2/2)

Snarling, you glare into the artificial clone baby's empty emerald eyes.

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Beck glances from you to Laura while Phineas sits confused in his seat. "...Okaaay, I'm done with my tacos: we can go do what you wanted to, Kojo. Do you want to do that now or should I go into the workshop while the two of you fight or fuck each other?"

You, scoffing again, shoot the engineer a side-eyed look. "Oh please, like I'd bang a five-fingered leather whore bootleg discount version of Wolverine." Focusing back on the clone, you smirk. "Doubt she's even interested in that kind of thing or would be that good of a fuck. I mean, look at her: that stupid blank face screams uninterested dead lay."

"...No." Laura's eyes move down from yours over your body. "You are... well-sculpted, strong, confident, ruthless, and pleasant-smelling. I would not object, but I have no current interest." She glances away. "...I have also been described in the past as, 'a lively little bitch.'"

Everyone in the room who is not a woman, including and especially you, stare at the mutant clone as she returns to her munching.

A part of you wants to teach this bitch some social cues and rules, but a far more significant part wants to see where exactly she goes every time something like this happens.

>[ ] "...I am totally going to tell Kimura you said that before I ripped off your fingers when I hand them over."
>[ ] "...Fucking hell, you are absolutely precious. It's a shame I have to hide you away."
>[ ] "...Wow, way to sell out other women on their preferences for 'bad' guys."
>[ ] "...Eww. Just eww. You are too autistic to have sex with."
>[ ] "...Shall we never speak of this again?"
>[ ] "...Let's go, Beck."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3892144
>>[X] "...I am totally going to tell them you said that before I ripped off your fingers when I hand them over."
(I'd rather not namedrop in front of a weak link like Beck. I'm fairly certain that he'd never say anything to endanger Phineas, but he might say something dumb to somebody.

>>[X] "...Let's go, Beck

>>3892144
>[ ] "...Fucking hell, you are absolutely precious. It's a shame I have to hide you away."
>[ ] "...Let's go, Beck."
That got a laugh out of me.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...Fucking hell, you are absolutely precious. It's a shame I have to hide you away."
>[X] "I am totally going to tell them you said that before I ripped off your fingers when I hand them over."
>[X] "Let's go, Beck."

Nevermind the awkwardness, that was absolutely fucking amazing. Alex would've straight up died if she heard her say that. Marcus would be shaking his head at the insanity and Cuda would join Alex in her laughter. Ren might stare or follow Marcus' lead while Run would probably make a comment about you picking up street whores. You are definitely rubbing this in Kimura's pretty/handsome face.

"...Fucking hell, you are absolutely precious. It's a shame I have to hide you away."

"Kojo," Beck sighs, "she has to be hidden away: no functioning person openly says that kind of shit. People will try and take advantage of her or push her out. It sounds like someone already did. Fact that she's a mutant will just make it worse."

"I agree with Beck. Laura is too innocent to interact with the modern, hateful world. They will see her as a crass young woman rather than the fair candid pure-hearted maiden she is." Phineas says.

Both you and the old man's long-time friend churn your heads in his direction, glance at one another, and focus back on him.

You really need to get him to see a doctor for that fucked up genius brain of his.

A smirk makes its way on to your face as you turn back to the ever stoic female clone of a man. "I am totally going to tell them you said that before I ripped off your fingers when I hand them over."

"Please do not. It will spur 'them' in their pursuit."

You cluck your tongue before making your way to the cover shop entrance.

Mason's apprentice raises an eyebrow as you open the front door.

"Let's go, Beck." You say, motioning for him to take the lead.

The man nods and makes his way out of the building.

You spend about half a second following Mysterio before picking him up and telling him where to go.

Both of you arrive at a seemingly abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Crown Heights on the border of Brownsville within two minutes of leisure hopping.

Entering behind a nauseated Beck, you cover your nose with your free hand at the scent of the numerous chemicals within the complex.

It's going to take a while to sort through this.

>[ ] "Are you sure you don't want a job? Being rich is awfully boring when you get past the initial rush of being rich."
>[ ] "Just what formulas do you have that warrant all these chemicals?"
>[ ] "I'll take all of it, except your trash bots."
>[ ] "Show me your automatons."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3892505
>[ ] "Just what formulas do you have that warrant all these chemicals?"
>[ ] "Show me your automatons."
I want to see everything.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Just what formulas do you have that warrant all these chemicals?"
>[X] "Show me your automatons."

>(1/2)

You've heard 'Mysterio' pull of some crazy shit before in his fights with Spidey and in his robberies. They're all so obviously pageantry now but the rainbow-scaled dragon breathing plasma on the Empire State Building sounded pretty epic. Shame you'll probably never get to kill a rainbow-scaled dragon that can breath plasma. At least you can have one built by Phineas if you really want one.

"Just what formulas do you have that warrant all these chemicals?"

"Oh you know," Beck shrugs, "the brain scrambling kind."

A small hum purrs in your throat.

If he ever decided to go full psycho retard villain, he would've stacked bodies from here to Long Island with the amount of chems he has in this place. You're lucky you ran into him before he could do something bigtime, like trick a heavy hitter on a superhero team into murdering everyone else on the team. Manipulation can be a lot stronger than just sheer power.

"Any in particular I should know about?"

The man raises a hand to his chin. "I have one for causing disorientation, one for blindness, one for killing smells, one to easily absorb projected light, one to increase a person's heartbeat, one to make you feel high, one to make you feel happier, one that pisses you off enough to attack someone, one to make you feel fear, and another that causes depression." He slides his hand off his face. "I have more but that last one is still in the works, the guy I tested it on almost killed himself. The ones I just listed all have counterparts that disarm them, including the prototype depression one but it's also a prototype"

>(2/2)

You blink at the second-rate engineer yet first-rate chemist.

His potential really was something else. Key word being was. What he could've accomplished if you had taught him real magic would've probably backfired on you. At the very least, you can still seek out his services if he stays in contact with Mason.

"Show me your automatons."

Beck nods before leading you into his dusty mancave of wonders.

Among his damn near endless arsenal of robots are holographic drones, projection drones, attack drones, fake robot people, fake robot people with various nonlethal weaponry installed along with formula dispensers, Mysterio bots of different functions as well as abilities with formula dispensers, some superhero bots, and, of course, trash bots.

You cluck your tongue as you move your eyes over the surrounding bots again.

The dumbass could've made a fortune if he decided to sell this shit on a legal or illegal market instead of try and play super. It's no wonder he couldn't work a normal job. He's smart, but he's a short-sighted idiot. Good thing he fell right into your hands.

>[ ] "Hand me all your schematics and formulas and I'll write you a check for several hundreds of millions of dollars. The shit you have is probably crawling with evidence of your handiwork."
>[ ] "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceutical? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."
>[ ] "You can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."
>[ ] "...Where's the pleasure bot? I know a guy like you has one somewhere around here."
>[ ] "Just give me all your drug recipes. I can live without the rest."
>[ ] "I'll take all of it."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3892934
>>[X] "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceutical? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."

>>3892934
>>>[X] "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceutical? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."
or atleast a job in the medical and chemical part of our company

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3892934
>>[X] "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceutical? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."
It is worth asking. I have a strong suspicion that he's not interested in a *job*. I think he just was a big payday. Once he gets it, he might get bored and circle around to taking our offer. But I could be wrong.

If he declines they offer, then:
>>[X] "I'll take all of it, except you can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."
Anything "Mysterio" should be avoided.
I also had an idea for him if we need to take out a clever villain.

>>3893222
Nearly every damn time. Heh.

>[X] "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceuticals? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."

It would be stupid of you not to try and take advantage of this fake magic man's talent for cooking up freaky shit. He's like a drug-focused Phineas only less valuable as a gold mine. Only his life stupidity will get in the way of it. You might have to eat his soul or get Phineas to construct a mind manipulation device, you're pretty sure that old man can build anything.

You turn to the super smart stupid man. "...How would you like a job as the company head of pharmaceuticals? You'd be your own boss and free to do whatever you want to do so long as you follow orders and look into requests."

"Does Fi- Ventura Reyes even have a pharmaceuticals department?"

"One might be opening soon on behalf of the new CEO."

Beck scoffs. "That's you."

Rolling your eyes, you groan. "Of course it fucking is, who else would it be?"

"You know what I mean, man."

"Call me sir: you're part of the Reyes family now."

"Wait a minute," Mysterio raises an eyebrow, "are you even giving me a choice on this?"

"Duh, it's obviously the only choice you should make."

A sigh churns out of the man's lips. "Let me get paid for my stuff first and get a feel for the good life, alright? I can be your beaker and test tube boy if I think it's a little boring or if I run out of cash somehow."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, I'll wait for you to get bored of being rich. Shouldn't take long after the first three days when you realize your life is still exactly the same." A smirk makes its way on to your face. "It'll be like a crackwhore returning to their rightful master."

Beck scoffs and says nothing.

He'll be back, they always come back.

>[ ] "Hand me all your schematics and formulas and I'll write you a check for several hundreds of millions of dollars. The shit you have is probably crawling with evidence of your handiwork."
>[ ] "You can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."
>[ ] "...Where's the pleasure bot? I know a guy like you has one somewhere around here."
>[ ] "Just give me all your drug recipes. I can live without the rest."
>[ ] "I'll take all of it."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3893861
>>[X] "Hand me all your schematics and formulas and I'll write you a check for several hundreds of millions of dollars. The shit you have is probably crawling with evidence of your handiwork."

>>3893861
>>>[X] "I'll take all of it, except you can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."

(Why would Kojo want his nose anywhere near Beck's pleasurebot?)

>>3893911
kojo does not pay for it or fuck things that aren't human, he is just fucking with his inferiors

>>3893923
Fair enough.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>[X] "Hand me all your schematics and formulas and I'll write you a check for several hundreds of millions of dollars. The shit you have is probably crawling with evidence of your handiwork."

>[X] "I'll take all of it, except you can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."

>[X] "I'll take all of it, except you can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."

No need for you to throw out good work you can easily have scrubbed down to clean of any evidence. If worst comes to past, you can have Phineas disassemble them and build them up again from scrap into better models. That's probably what's going to happen to all of them anyway. Beck isn't anywhere near the level Mason is with his immortal nuclear battery creating genius.

"I'll take all of it, except you can keep the trash-bots and Mysterio bots as well as their schematics, I don't need shitcans or incriminating evidence."

"Alright, everything but the Mysterio and junk bots all yours. How much are you going to pay me?"

You hold out the contract in front of the fake magician's face. "Sign here first."

The man raises an eyebrow. "Uh, should we even be keeping any records of this?"

"Of course we should," you scoff, "how else am I going to explain where I got all this shit and why there's several millions of dollars missing from our corporate account?"

"Okay but I want to know what exactly I'm agreeing to here."

Rolling your eyes, you shoot the man a look. "You're not going to understand shit without a lawyer present. To break it down to you, you're signing away your rights to file for any copyrights, patents, or trademarks for your robots and formulas and to dispute this contract under any medium that's not arbitration. In return, Venura Reyes pays you a fair amount of money for the rights and ownership of what it wants from all your shit. It's a pretty standard corporate contract."

"...How do you know all that?"

"Because I have to and most CEOs know it. This is Business Law 101, Beck."

Mysterio hums. "You're not going to fuck me over, are you?"

"For fuck's sake, man, I'm signing a fair deal instead of just taking all your shit. If I wanted to fuck you over, I would've done it already."

"Okay, okay! Jesus, I'll get a pen."

Beck retrieves a ball-point pen from one of the many tables he has in the warehouse and comes back to you.

The two of you each sign the contract for your respective parties and break away from the chemical-stained table.

"So," Not-Magic Man speaks up, "how much are you paying me?"

A hum rumbles in your throat.

You already own all his shit but you can give him a fair deal.

>[ ] "Will you lead my pharmaceutical department someday?"
>[ ] "A hundred million, that's more than enough."
>[ ] "Ten Million, that'll get you set for life."
>[ ] "One million dollars is enough."
>[ ] "500k. You got played, bitch."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3893996
>[ ] "Ten Million, that'll get you set for life."

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>>3893996
>>[ ] "Will you lead my pharmaceutical department someday?"
>>[ ] "A hundred million, that's more than enough."
or
>[ ] "Ten Million, that'll get you set for life."

>[X] "Ten Million, that'll get you set for life."

>(1/2)

You could give him a single mil but it's far better to give him something to more than set him for life after he purchases his most expensive impulse buys. He's not going to want to come back one day to work for you if you stiff him. Then again, stiffing him might have led to him joining Ventura Reyes sooner rather than later. At least you'll have gotten this over with and ended up with plenty of valuable shit.

"Ten Million, that'll get you set for life."

A big smile makes its way on to Beck's face. "Ten mil!? Holy shit, I am never going to put a dent in that! Thanks, Kojo."

"Don't thank me, this is a business transaction and nothing more. I'm probably going to make way more than a couple of million off what you've given me anyway."

"I'd probably be angry if I still had to work for the rest of my life."

"Good to know." Clapping your hands, a satisfied hum rumbles in your throat. "I'll go get my checkbook and call a moving crew to put all this shit in the new building I bought for Phineas. Either trash or hide the Mysterio bots before they get here or we'll have a real fucking problem."

The man nods. "Alright, I'll start moving 'em now just to get it over with."

As the former supervillain turns around, you will a portal into being and TK the checkbook out of your office desk into your hand. You will the ball-pen back to you and quickly scribble down all the necessary info before tearing the ten million dollar check out of its leather cover.

>(2/2)

It's incredibly complicated to cash a million dollar check, but you'll leave Beck to figure that out for himself. You can't wait for him to complain and bitch the next time you see him. Laura will probably do that autistic thing she does by explaining how he had to indentify himself, pay the IRA, and hire an armored car like the bank teller would recommend escort the cash to a private garage.

You walk to Beck, tap him on the shoulder, and slap the check straight into his hand. "This is a ten million dollar check from Venturo Reyes to you. If you lose it, I'm not writing another one. Understand?"

Mr. Not-Mysterio-Anymore nods. "...Wait, how did you get this so fast?"

"That's none of your concern."

You turn away from him and make your way out of Beck's warehouse.

There's still some work back in the office you need to do, but there's also some relating to your crew that you need to do. You haven't collected from anyone yet and those months you've spent doing other shit have probably led to a pretty nice pile by now. Not to mention, you haven't gotten all of the Yakuza's money from Itsuki or the ones Owl has in his accounts.

>[ ] Hop back to Phineas', wouldn't hurt to spend time with the old man and his new temporary mutant pet.
>[ ] Call up the crew, you need to tell them about the Facility and their expertise.
>[ ] Port to your grandparents, you could use some sunlight in your life.
>[ ] Get your financials sorted, been a while since you've kept track.
>[ ] Teleport back to your office, the work of a CEO is never done.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3894156
>>[ ] Get your financials sorted, been a while since you've kept track.
this sounds good but i can easily change my vote

Voting closed; writing now.

Going to my morning class soon. Will finish writing and update when I get back.

>[X] Get your financials sorted, been a while since you've kept track.

Silvio already helped you go over the wealth you inherited, but you haven't been keeping track of your spending for a while. Ever since Bullseye, you really haven't been dipping into your funds. It'd be wise of you to start investing a lot of that checking account cash into other businesses as soon as you can. Being liquid is good but so is making a profit over a long-term investment.

Waving a portal into being, you step into your Midtown Townhouse.

You dig a hand into your pocket, pull out your super genius phone, and dial Itsuki's number.

The line drones three times before breaking. "もしもし?" (Romanji: "Moshimoshi?" Translation: "Hello?")

"It's me. I never asked for the Yakuza accounts you have access to. Just how much is still in them?"

"$12,320,631. I have not spent so much as a penny... my friend."

A hum rumbles in your throat.

That is a surprisingly bigger pile of cash you thought they'd have up their sleeve. Owl has, or had in this case, $5,129,107 spread across several different checking accounts. None of it compares to what you have in your own somewhat legal ones, but they're something coming from simple street gangs. Unlike you, Leland got most of his shit from extorting corp figures. You ended up blowing through almost half your 2yrs+ accumulated stash buying military-grade equipment from the Bratva, though. Just goes to show how expensive big-time thugging can be.

"Alright, I'll leave you be. Take care, Itsuki." Pressing down on the end-call button, you slide your genius phone back into your pocket.

Besides these shady accounts, you have $20,582,215,098 spread across multiple different checking accounts Fisk used to own.

Your total cash is separated among these three groups:

>Hard cash on person: $425

>Funds in Stash (893 Base): $4,714,100

>Funds in checking accounts: $20,599,664,836

Which all add up to:

>Total Liquid Wealth: $20,604,379,361

You grin as you realize just how rich you are.

There is nothing that can stop you know with the resources you have at hand and the people you've gotten to know and befriend, specifically and especially Phineas.

>[ ] Hop back to Phineas', wouldn't hurt to spend time with the old man and his new temporary mutant pet.
>[ ] Call up the crew, you need to tell them about the Facility and their expertise.
>[ ] Port to your grandparents, you could use some sunlight in your life.
>[ ] Teleport back to your office, the work of a CEO is never done.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3894016
>>3893926
>>3893131
>>3892533
ok what should we do

>>3894759
There are actually way more things you can do than this when I think about it.

You can call Deirdre, hang out with the Manfredis, try and hire a therapist, visit Strange, go back to Parker's, or go to the Daily Bugle to try and offer an exclusive interview as you've been silent since taking the position of CEO.

>>3894792
well i dont know what to say about us being silent so what about we try and streamline the protection racket putting up a tally system and a loan system so we dont just break and kill our income sources

>>3894813
Every one of your lieutenants is experienced in that kind of thing. They already know when to push and when to let rest. You also wouldn't have come this far if you didn't know to manage your protection racket properly.

>>3894759
>Get Phineas setup and have him start working on KOJO KNOWS YOU app
>Once it's complete get the marketing department to advertise the shit out of it
>Start looking for low level villains that make their own tech and start poaching them for our tech division (potentially start some kind of initiative to reform criminal inventors)
>Get reports from our crew and see what needs doing
>Send fingers to the facility
>Probably hold an internal meeting regarding the schematics we got from Beck
>Probably a press conference/stockholders meeting announcing new initiatives

Pick any of these really.

>>3894759
>>[X] Call up the crew, you need to tell them about the Facility and their expertise.
Who wants a powerup?

>>3894929
we can have that as ic mental check list if so it has my support

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>>3894759
>>[X] Call up the crew, you need to tell them about the Facility and their expertise.
and
>[X] Get reports from our crew and see what needs doing
We should know this before we...
>>3894929
>[X] Send fingers to the facility
We should sell a story that will end the search for our broken mutant girl. One of those, "She's almost certainly dead!" things. Logan won't quit, but he can't track her through portals.

>TO DO LIST:
>Get Phineas setup and have him start working on KOJO KNOWS YOU app
>Start looking for low level villains that make their own tech and start poaching them for our tech division (potentially start some kind of initiative to reform criminal inventors)
>Probably hold an internal meeting regarding the schematics we got from Beck
>Probably a press conference/stockholders meeting announcing new initiatives
>Once app is complete get the marketing department to advertise the shit out of it

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>>3895037
is this reffering to the to do list or the slow pace?

>>3895083
I was afraid you might take it that way.
It kinda refers to our to-do list a bit, but the joke was mostly was my first thought in response to the perfectly fine option of:
>>[ ] Teleport back to your office, the work of a CEO is never done.

I feel like the pace has improved.

>>3895037
>>TO DO LIST:
>address the Vanessa Fisk issue

>[X] Call up the crew, you need to tell them about the Facility and their expertise.
>[X] Get reports from our crew and see what needs doing
>[X] Wait for the Facility to contact you again.

>(1/2)

The Facility is going to be in your debt, and you're not going to just let an opportunity like this slip past your fingers. You're in the big leagues now. Either you're going to get some motherfucking supers on your team powerful enough to fuck up SHIELD and any superhero team or you're going to become nothing more than a short-lived memory. Magic is fine and all but not everyone can learn it or wants to. Besides, too much of it will inevitably draw Strange's ire back on to you. It'd be good to see what exactly the divisions of your crew might need as well.

You take out your super genius phone once again and dial in your best friend's number.

The line does its thing two times before breaking. "What's the situation?"

"It's me." You grin. "I made friends with a group who can give people mutant powers and regular experimental powers. Do you want in? You do rely more on tactics and equipment than raw strength, but supe abilities are still something you can use."

"Good to hear from you again. Thanks but no thanks: I'm fine with what I already have. You should check-in more from time to time, though. This is some next level shit I know some people might want."

Humming, plop yourself down on to your floor. "Let me know when you find someone then. Do you need anything?"

"Nah," Marcus clucks his tongue, "maybe some places to stay. The current hideout's getting crowded and we all can't live in the same place."

"Alright, I'll get back to you on that some other time. Later, man."

You hang up and dial in another member of you inner circle you just called.

Itsuki expresses little interest and says he doesn't need anything while Jesús just says he would get powers if you need him to.

The line dial drones once before breaking as you call Ren-Run. "Uh-huh?"

"Yo, I've met a group of people who can give people powers through genetic manipulation and experimentation. Besides Jesús, Cuda, and Silvio, you're one of the few people in my inner circle that doesn't have a magic trick up their sleeve. Do you want to get a superpower? It won't be as dangerous as teaching you magic."

A small hum murmurs through your super phone's speakers. "...Yes, I would like that."

You let out a pleased hum of your own. "Good, I'll see what I can." Taking a breath, you look up at your cieling. "Is there anything else you need, whether for yourself or your crew?"

"No, thank you for asking... old friend."

One particular minxy girl's purr of interest rumbles through the line. "Heeey, old buddy, how you've been? Miss me yet?"

"Not a all. Do you want superpowers to compliment your magic or are you fine as is? I've met a group of people who can hook people up with superpowers through gene editing and experimentation."

>(2/2)

"Hmm, I wouldn't mind some, but I don't think I'd want people rummaging about my things, if you know what I mean."

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind, later."

Hanging up, you call the last person on your list who isn't an old man.

Cuda quickly declines your offer under the pretenses of 'Hahahaha, ma nigga, all I need is these balls to beat a fool to death with!'

You, business mostly over with, port back to your office and continue with your busy work.

Nina Zanetti walks in with yet another stack of reports an hour later with a fresh newspaper. "Do you see this, Mr. Reyes?" She points to the front page picture of Spider-boy webbing up an incredibly pissed off Wolverine. "Spider-man got into a fight with Wolverine in Brownsville!"

A hum rumbles in your throat at the image. "Must be a slow news day if that made the front page."

"Do you not see a local superhero and a member of the X-men fighting in this picture, Mr. Reyes?"

"Please, supers fight all the time, whether they be mutates or mutants. The bigger question, Nina, is why did it make the front page this afternoon and not me again for, like, the fourteenth time in a row?"

"You haven't been the front page cover of every afternoon newspaper, Mr. Reyes."

Nodding, you cluck your tongue. "I know, I've just been on most of them. Anyway, you should leave me to read through these."

The young secretary nods before walking back out to her desk.

Another hour passes until your nose twitches at Harkins' scent.

You backflip from your chair through a willed portal into your kitchen, take out the bag of frozen fingers, and fall through a portal back into your CEO chair.

Kimura swaggers into your office by the professor-looking man's side, wearing a curious smirk.

A grin spreads across your face as you glance down at X-23's bagged fingers.

You are totally going to own this bitch.

>[ ] "X-23 told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."
>[ ] "Look at 'em and weep. I did what no one in your organization could do. Especially you, bitch."
>[ ] "Harkins, Kimura. How can I help you?"
>[ ] "Read the news, did you?"
>[ ] Just show them the fingers.
>[ ] Spin a tale of how you wrestled the female clone baby daughter of wolverine to the ground and plucked out her fingers in such a way that she'd totally somehow be dead even with a healing factor. You do have a thing for pageantry.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3895882
>[ ] "Harkins, Kimura. How can I help you?"
Time to be a smug little shit

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Harkins, Kimura. How can I help you?"

Of course, you can just present the fingers bluntly and settle this manner in a couple of seconds, but that'd leave you without some much deserved entertainment. A man as great and shitty as you needs to act like a petulant child from time to time to get a kick out of the peons of human filth that are probably somehow worse than you. You're doing the world a favor by fucking with these pieces of shit.

"Harkins, Kimura. How can I help you?"

"Kid, you already know why we're here." Kimura scoffs. "Haven't you seen the papers?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What does Spider-man fucking with Wolverine have anything to do with me?"

The dark-skinned woman furrows her brow. "Are you really doing this right now? You were the one who brought up how the X-men would be searching for my little girl." She shakes her head. "This would be fun if it weren't so stupid."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Shooting you an 'Are-you-fucking-kidding-me' look, the vaguely raced woman says nothing.

Harkins sighs. "Have you encountered X-23 or obtained a viable genetic sample?"

A hum rumbles in your throat. "Depends on what you mean by encounter and also what constitutes a viable genetic sample. I may or may not have gotten both depending on what you consider them to be."

The man shoots you a look, shares one with Kimura, and returns with an expecting gaze back to your demon-looking self.

You stare back at them for a solid minute, grinning fanged teeth all the while.

It may be getting you nowhere, but it's fun to make a superpowered murderer and her criminal nerd escort agitated over childish crap like this.

>[ ] "X-23 told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."
>[ ] "Look at 'em and weep. I did what no one in your organization could do. Especially you, bitch."
>[ ] Just show them the fingers.
>[ ] Spin a tale of how you wrestled the female clone baby daughter of wolverine to the ground and plucked out her fingers in such a way that she'd totally somehow be dead even with a healing factor. You do have a thing for pageantry.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3895986
>[ ] Just show them the fingers
Managed to tear these free while she was making a run for it. As far as I'm aware that's all you said you need and I had another meeting to get to.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Just show them the fingers.

That's enough fucking around with someone for this important conversation. It would've been easier but a lot less fun if you just showed them the fingers. You'd be concerned if you were a normal person and not someone who regularly pulls this shit just because he can. Beck would've easily been fired or killed for acting that way if he got anywhere near this far with that shitty attitude of his.

You pull up the bag and chuckle at the surprised faces of the two Facilitators. "What? Did you think I just ran away or are you wondering how the hell I got these?"

Harkins pushes his glasses up. "...The latter. You appear to be still wearing the same clothes you wore when we first met with you earlier today. X-23 should have at least damaged you to the point you had to stay at a hospital, much less make you change your clothes."

"Yeah," Kimura clucks her tongue, "X should have fucked you up. How the hell did you manage to rip off her fingers?"

"Eh, she chose an alley to fight me in. Lack of mobility let me ease into her range, catch the claws on her right hand without having to worry about her foot or other claws, and rip her fingers off. Girl retracted them before I could get her claws though. She slipped away after that."

"An alley, huh? She must've tried ambushing you the moment you entered it to kill you in one move. Either you have some reflexes or you're actually pretty good."

You raise an eyebrow. "Familiar with the way she fights, huh?"

"Familiar?" Kimura chuckles. "I fucking trained her after she killed her bullshido master using nothing but raw instinct: had to beat the bullshit away from what actually worked. Ambushes and feints are some of the most deadly tactics to specialize in, especially when you have a bladed weapon like X's claws."

Raising an eyebrow, you hum.

Of course she'd know the kind of attacks Laura would pull, she's been her handler for most of her life. It gives you some idea of what she's capable of and what to avoid trying to pull when talking about fighting her little girl. Good thing you were trained by a Green Beret veteran as a child after perfecting how to kill people twice your size and several times your age.

You blink as a realization dawns on you.

Laura went through almost the exact same shit you did as a kid, only reverse in regards to training with more victimhood in her killings and less self-responsibility.

>[ ] "X-23 also told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."
>[ ] "What exactly are you? Ex-special forces? Grown child soldier? Street fighter turned mercenary? MMA hall of fame member? Artificial human? Rape victim turned vengeful bitter bitch?"
>[ ] "Anyway, what can I get for these fingers?"
>[ ] "You got shank-proof skin or something?"
>[ ] Write In.

Going to go to class soon. Will close voting and update when I get back before my night class starts.

Sorry for the long update times. My dumbass is getting side-tracked by late homework thanks to my unstable sleeping schedule.

>>3896346
>>[X] "X-23 also told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."
Aaggh, I knew the clothes would come up.

>>3896346
>[ ] "What exactly are you? Ex-special forces? Grown child soldier? Street fighter turned mercenary? MMA hall of fame member? Artificial human? Rape victim turned vengeful bitter bitch?

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "X-23 also told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."
>[X] "What exactly are you? Ex-special forces? Grown child soldier? Street fighter turned mercenary? MMA hall of fame member? Artificial human? Rape victim turned vengeful bitter bitch?"

>(1/2)

May as well bring it up now to further rip the sails off their ship of combat superiority through child battering. It's not really related to it, but it is related to how Kimura just can't seem to get her mind, hands, and fists off that thick, tight ass of Laura's. You can bring the focus back to what the fuck is up with her after to distract from her depraved bisexual frustration with you and you from Laura's similarities to you.

Your signature grin returns to your face. "X-23 also told me I'm sexy enough that she wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her and that she was a 'lively little bitch' in the sack before I ripped her fingers off after I told her she was an impotent, dead lay of a woman."

"Bullshit! X would never flirt with a hostile or respond to an insult." Her eyes briefly flick over your visible upper body as she raises a hand to her chin. "...Then again, you are one of the few virile mutant males she's ever interacted with. And she has been doing a lot of things outside of her conditioning since she got out. I'll have to beat it out of her when we get the rest of her back."

"Oh come on, can you really blame her for wanting some of what I got?"

"No but I disciplined her to be better than the teenage whores who go walking around dressed like whores, thinking with their clits all the time."

Looking down at the dark-skinned woman's body, you cluck your tongue. "Says the one clad in form-fitting spandex, braless, and likely wearing nothing else underneath it with maybe the exception of a thong."

>(2/2)

"Don't you know how much loose-fitting clothes can fuck you over in a fight? Mobility is everything in a war and a battle. I don't need to wear anything under this because it covers for everything anyway." Kimura grins.

"What exactly are you? Ex-special forces? Grown child soldier? Street fighter turned mercenary? MMA hall of fame member? Artificial human? Rape victim turned vengeful bitter bitch?"

"Not really, eh, sure, they wish they had me, nope," she scoffs, "and fuck no. Can you imagine having your life ruined by a simple rape and changing yourself for it define you to your core? How pathetic. Sounds like a thing that happens around these parts, though: I see spoiled girls and weak women walking around without a care in their perfect little world who'd break like a schoolgirl at a rough pounding, much less a rape."

A curious and agreeing hum rumbles in your throat.

That sounds like exactly something you would say.

You blink as yet another realization dawns on you.

Kimura as she seems to be now is effectively you if you weren't a mutant, were a woman, and were of some sort of mixed South East Asian-Western European hybrid. Funny how Laura's abuser is how you are now when you used to be how she was like. Unfortunately, it raises the question whether or not Laura will turn out like you and also if you are the way you are now because of all the shit you went through because of people like her.

>[ ] "Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."
>[ ] "...Huh, I am thinking way too much thanks to having met you and Laura."
>[ ] "Harkins, can you tell me anything definite about Kimura or?"
>[ ] "I'd expect to hear such a thing from a rapist."
>[ ] "Anyway, what can I get for these fingers?"
>[ ] "You got shank-proof skin or something?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3897678
>[ ] "Anyway, what can I get for these fingers?"
>[ ] "You got shank-proof skin or something?"

Voting closed; writing now.

Going to go to class soon. Will finish writing and update when I get back.

>[X] "Anyway, what can I get for these fingers?"
>[X] "You got shank-proof skin or something?"

You need to move on from Kimura back on to Laura's fine de-fingered mutant ass. Since they have her genetic material now, they can maybe offer you a Laura clone or a discount deal on her mutations. They might have a lot of other stuff in their catalog of enhancements as well with whatever Kimura's rocking to make her the way she is. Laura would've killed her a long time ago if she didn't have something to counter her super shankers.

"Anyway, what can I get for these fingers?" Lifting the bag back up, you shake the digits around.

Harkins clears his throat. "Virtually impenetrable skin, increased muscle density, superhuman stamina, cybernetic implants of various kinds, mimetic skin, accelerated healing, limb regeneration, increased bone density, ultraviolet vision, low-level electricity manipulation and generation, tailored pheromones, enhanced brain capacity, enhanced adrenaline secretion, and enhanced reflexes."

"That's it?"

Pushing up his glasses, the man nods. "That's it."

"Wow," you cluck your tongue, "I already have most of those."

"If you provide funding for our research or provide us with DNA samples or reports from other enhanced or mutated beings, we can provide you with far more options and with far more stronger modifications."

"That's more than what you've earned bringing just X's fingers back to us." Kimura chimes in.

"You're joking, right? I did what you and the rest of the agents in your organization couldn't in a single day with a single move for fuck's sake. The Facility owes me far more for my service."

"Oh please, we don't owe you shit. We just used you to get a sample of X back. Really, we could just take those fingers from you and leave whenever we want but you're not worth the trouble."

"Bitch, I will stab you with my company pen."

The dark-skinned woman grins. "Go ahead and try."

You raise an eyebrow. "You got shank-proof skin or something?"

"Something like that."

Leaning back in your chair, a hum rumbles in your throat.

Some of what they have to offer interests you. but you're not at all confident in the meager shit they have. You need high-tier super abilities that will turn your top men into walking weapons of mass destruction. Hell, basic super soldiers would be enough. Anything a specialized strike team can tear apart isn't something you want.

>[ ] "Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."
>[ ] "Out of curiosity, is it possible for me to buy X-23 off you people?"
>[ ] "I'd like to meet with someone higher ranking than both of you."
>[ ] "Harkins, can you tell me anything definite about Kimura or?"
>[ ] "Just how much cash do you need for your research?"
>[ ] "I think I'll be keeping these fingers then."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3898319
>[X] "Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."

>>3898319
>>[X] "Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."

Voting closed; writing now.

Sorry for the wait as of late. Been getting my shit together.

>>3898319
Whenever we do fight Kimpossible here, I want Kojo to actually stick his pen in her. Maybe in her eye or a wound or something.

>>3898319
>[ ] "Out of curiosity, is it possible for me to buy X-23 off you people?"
It'd probably be less of a hassle to just buy someone with those abilities than pay for one of ours to get them.
>[ ] "I think I'll be keeping these fingers then."
Because if it's no big deal then they won't mind not having them. I'm tempted to eat them in front of her.

>[X] "Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."

She's coming on hard at you so you may as well come back hard on her really-broad-shouldered-for-a-chick ass. The Facility likely doesn't give a shit about her beyond her abilities as an enforcer. For all you know, they might even have clones of this bitch waiting in the wings to take her place if she were ever killed, if she hasn't already been. You're going to have to ask Laura if she knows a thing or two about that.

"Why don't you and me have a go sometime? I'll leave you out and bloody."

"Threaten me with a good time, why don't you?"

"I'm not going to try and fuck you, I'm just going to fuck you up is all."

Kimura chuckles. "One in the same, minotaur boy, one in the same.

A hum purrs in your throat.

Yeah, this woman is definitely your female counterpart.

"Do you really think you can handle me? I'm way stronger and tougher than a fourteen-year-old girl who can't pierce your skin with her claws."

"Oh," Mrs. Japanese-Named-South-Asian leans over your desk, "I know. It'll feels so good to break you in. When I do, I'll have your nice ass hauled over to a Facility compound. Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I can with my little girl. The three of us will have such a fun time together."

"Mmm, you're way too sure of yourself. Are you sure you'd want to share me with your little bitch when you could have me all to yourself... if you ever managed to beat me? She was already creaming her lingerie panties after a few seconds of meeting me."

"I can fuck and beat the two of you at the same time so you won't be able to fuck each other."

A grin spreads across your face. "Aren't you the greedy whore?"

"That's my line, bitch. You're going to be hearing it a lot while I'm on top of you."

You let out a throaty laugh as the lustful scent of a rapacious woman wafts through the air.

This is way too much fun of both varieties to be having. If you take this any further, you just might fuck a bitch. You'll definitely be frustrated if you break it off without any kind of resolution. It's been almost a month since you've gotten rich and you still haven't gotten that celebratory fuck you money haver fuck. For fuck's sake, you haven't even fucked your secretary over your CEO desk yet. You'll feel like an animal but you'll also feel really really good for it.

>[ ] "Out of curiosity, is it possible for me to buy X-23 off you people?"
>[ ] "I'd like to meet with someone higher ranking than both of you."
>[ ] "Harkins, can you tell me anything definite about Kimura or?"
>[ ] "Just how much cash do you need for your research?"
>[ ] "I think I'll be keeping these fingers."
>[ ] "My place or yours?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3898662
>[ ] "Out of curiosity, is it possible for me to buy X-23 off you people?"
>[ ] "I think I'll be keeping these fingers."

>>3898662
>>[X] "I'd like to meet with someone higher ranking than both of you."
>[X] "Just how much cash do you need for your research?"
Alright, I'd settle with having stronger bones, which I'm sure is what we were looking for anyways.

I just woke up and this is too much of an important decision t roll on so I'll wait for a tie-breaker

>>3898690
Supportan. I like the idea of buying a facility egghead and enforcer out from underthem

Voting closed; writing now.

Happy holloween, mein anons

>[X] "Just how much cash do you need for your research?"
>[X] "I'd like to meet with someone higher ranking than both of you."

Maximum they can possibly ask of you is in the billions and you've got more than just a few of those to fuck around with. Hell, you can create your own Facility if you just find the right people. It might even be possible to make the Facility work for you with the amount of money you have. Their organization is far too organized to be something that just sprung up. With its ties to SHIELD, its apparently wide array of resources, the expertise of their agents, and its focus on genetics, you're betting it's a government funded op for creating supers. You don't know if they've gone rogue or not but the fact that they might need outside funding suggests that. The Facility's retarded name also points away from any of the biggies you know might have a bone to pick with you. Since these people are of no help and of the boner-inducing variety, it'd be better to speak with someone higher on the food chain to gather more evidence and communicate more clearly with.

You turn to the nerdy man. "Just how much cash do you need for your research?"

"Any that we can get, preferably in the millions and billions."

A hum rumbles in your throat.

They're rogue government alright. Any normal kind of underground project that comes into being would only need hundreds of thousands to millions. For an underground op like that to take place, there has to be some great talent heading it that can make do with less. Their scientists are former government contractors that are used to wasting shit tons of cash from taxpayers for their research. It's a shame, really: they actually produced something on the level of X-23 but only out of repetition than any talent.

"I'd like to meet with someone higher ranking than both of you."

Harkins pushes his glasses back up again as Kimura cackles. "...Afraid the highest-ranking person in our organization is already in front of you. What did you possibly want to ask that you think I couldn't answer?"

You raise an eyebrow.

Now that's some real pathetic shit right there.

>[ ] "Thanks for making this so much easier; you people work for me now and I will kill you and dismantle your pathetic rogue op if you cross me or disobey me. I'm not a small fish that just reached the ocean, I'm the Orca the sharks run away from when it swims by finally off the beach."
>[ ] "Nevermind, do you want the fingers or not? I'll take what you have but you better own up to your side of the deal."
>[ ] "Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."
>[ ] "Out of curiosity, is it possible for me to buy X-23 off you?"
>[ ] "I think I'll be keeping these fingers."
>[ ] Devour him, it will suit Your goals.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3899399
>>[X] "Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."
really they are the highest level ones?

>>3899410
Kimura's the best the Facility canonically has to offer modified specifically to counter Laura and Harkins is the only real leader ever shown after the first X-23 run.

Like a lot of things in the Marvel universe, Kyle and Yost didn't really think this part through. Besides their shitty name, they started as some relatively small project that delved into illegal shit to some rogue agency cell with tons of resources all devoted to purely hunt down their escaped subject.

The Facility in this is different, though. Do be careful about what you choose to do.

>>3899399
>[ ] "Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."
>Open a portal under Kimura. Drop her in the artic
>[ ] Devour him, it will suit Your goals.

Remove his bodyguard, eat him to learn his secrets. We are so much more than they'll ever know.

>>3899446
Kojo can't port people to places he's never seen or been before. He needs to have been there or needs to have a vivid idea of what that place is. The Third Eye compliments teleportation really well that way.

>>3899476
Ok would the middle of the ocean work? I'm sure Fisks memories have a vivid enough picture of flying over them.

>>3899502
That can be almost literally anywhere. It has to be somewhere specific, like a distinguishable spot in the ocean that just doesn't blend in with everything else.

>>3899518
Apparently I've been confused on what you meant by distinct image, my bad. Has Fisk ever been to Mount Everest? I mainly want to drop her somewhere as remote as possible.

>>3899562
Nope, you can go through Kojo's collected memories for a place though.

Going to go to class soon. I'll be back earlier than usual thanks to a quiz. Will roll on the decision too, can't wait forever for an answer.

>>3899399
>>[X] "Nevermind, do you want the fingers or not? I'll take what you have but you better own up to your side of the deal."

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[ ] "Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."
>[ ] Open a portal under Kimura.
>[ ] Devour him, it will suit Your goals.

>[ ] "Nevermind, do you want the fingers or not? I'll take what you have but you better own up to your side of the deal."

>>3899399
>>3899823
>>3899726
>>[X] "Nevermind, do you want the fingers or not? I'll take what you have but you better own up to your side of the deal."
I agree with this.
Devouring Harkins is a fine idea and porting Kimura would be good. But then what? What's the follow up?
Kojo needs to be a touch less impulsive.

>>3900246
Oops.
Legitimately misread the coinflip winner.
If it's already written, so be it. It's still very Kojo. Gotta dump Harkins' body through a portal though.

>>3899562
>I mainly want to drop her somewhere as remote as possible.
We could port her to Japan easy, but that's not remote. Or whatever prison Kojo was sent to.

>>3900246
The follow up is then going to their base of operations and letting them know who's in charge now

>>3900317
>"Hi! I'm your scary, kinda famous new boss because your old boss is missing and presumed dead and I somehow know everything he did despite none of you ever seeing me before and possibly some of you knowing that your boss was last seen going to my office!"
Sounds legit.

I mean, it could work. If anyone could pull that off, it would be Kojo.
But, well, it's not exactly what I would call a "plan".

>>3900381
Considering that they're a rogue government agency I'd bet that their boss doesn't technically exist. We could also just have a lackey make an anonymous tip to the govt and have them flush them out and pick up the stragglers ourselves.

>[X] "Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."
>[X] Open a portal under Kimura.
>[X] Devour him, it will suit Your goals.

>(1/2)

Ah, fuck this shit show of a goddamn deal with an absolute shit show of an organization. You can easily tear it apart and remake it to suit your own needs if possible by just eating this nerdy ass fuck. Kimura can be dealt with after. She could still be of some use to you in more ways than one: there's a lot of frustration you can work out with her.

"Goddamn, I knew you were pathetic but I didn't you were this small with such a big outreaching hand."

Harkins sighs. "We are actually a large group and I am here because acquiring a sample of X-23 or X-23 in her totality is an extremely important objective of ours. She is a perfect specimen, worth a large fortune in scientific progress, and you already know what she is capable of."

"Yeah, yeah. We've gone through this song and dance before." You roll your eyes and settle them on Kimura. "...And I'm tired of this shit." Flicking your fingers, the woman falls from a portal into the open sky far above and away from Reyes Tower.

The head of the 'Facility' blinks before turning to the empty space where his top and only bodyguard was just occupying a good second ago. "Ki... Kimur-"

You let go of the bag of Laura's fingers, flip from your seat over your desk, land in the space Kimura once was in, pull your right arm back, and grab hold of Harkins' nerd suit with your left.

"W-wait, just wait one second!"

>(2/2)

Taking a breath, That Which is You solidifies in the right side of your body. A burning dark red arm and hand emerge from your right ones, plunging into Harkins' soon to be cadaver.

Mr. Deadman's eyes roll back in his skull as the rest of his body spasms at the spiritual penetration.

Grabbing hold of the threaded water of his essence, a guttural growl emerging from your throat fills the office and the rest of the highest floor.

Harkins drops to the floor like a string-severed marionette the moment you tear his soul out of his body, landing with a dull thump drowned out by your primeval snarling.

You drag the soul back into your body and shudder with ecstasy as it is torn apart and assimilated. An unrestrained moan of pleasure churns in your throat before you drop on to the ground. Smelling Ms. Zanetti on your way through your cloud of natural pheromones, you flick a portal underneath the soulless body to your place.

The fertile young woman barges into your office and freezes at the sight of you on the floor. "Mr... Mr. Reyes?" Her eyes go down to your crotch. "Oh my god!"

A groan escapes your lips.

You should've kept her in mind for when this happened.

>[ ] "I'm sorry, this isn't for you or because of you. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have some business to take care of."
>[ ] "This can't be the first time you've seen someone's erect penis bulging in their pants, can it?"
>[ ] "My apologies, Ms. Zanetti. I was... Thinking about having sex for the first time in years."
>[ ] "Do you want to... you know?"
>[ ] "...You're fired."
>[ ] Devour her too, no one must ever know.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3900646
>[ ] "This isn't for you or because of you. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have some business to take care of."
Kojo doesn't apologize. Also who would be shocked that a teenage CEO masturbates in their office anyway? This is why you knock.

>>3900855
He's been apologizing for a while now but he does not apologize over boners he didn't have sucked in front of someone he was friends.

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>>3900646
No need to overreact, but acting super professional isn't really Kojo either. We ain't Fisk.
>>[X] "My apologies, Ms. Zanetti. I was... having a moment. ...This can't be the first time you've seen something like this?"

This gives her the option to collect and compose herself professionally or to throw herself at us. I'm flexible.

Did we really just dump a corpse in our home? Damn. Distracted Kojo is dumb. And Boldred is a greedy little piggy.

>>3900855
>Kojo doesn't apologize
>>3900860
>he does not apologize over boners
>>3900865
Good points.
Definitely withdraw the apology. More of an "Excuse me."

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3900865
>No need to overreact, but acting super professional isn't really Kojo either. We ain't Fisk.
Are you really sure about that?
>Did we really just dump a corpse in our home? Damn. Distracted Kojo is dumb. And Boldred is a greedy little piggy.
The man just came cosmically, give him a break. Also yes.

>[X] "This isn't for you or because of you. Now, if you'd excuse me, I have some business to take care of."

No need to plunder this fertile flower or pay her femininity any heed. You have other things to handle besides your militant erection anyway: the Facility needs to be taken care of and so does Adam's body. There are a few places you can port it to, like one of the Facility's body-ridding furnaces, if you decide not to use it as a prop to really drive your intentions home to the rest of the organization.

You pick yourself up off the ground. "This isn't for you or because of you." You tug out your collar. "Now, if you'd excuse me, I have some business to take care of."

"Please don't."

"I am not referring to my penis, Nina, but thank you for letting me know how dirty-minded you are."

"M-Mallory will hear about this!"

Raising an eyebrow, you shoot her a look. "Are you really going to bring this to HR? You do realize they can't just throw me out over something like this, right? Hell, I could probably have your job for that."

"...Oh," the woman deflates, "please don't fire me. I'll... I'll do anything."

"What did I just say? This isn't for you." You wave the woman off. "Go back to your desk and forget we ever had this conversation for both our sakes."

Ms. Zanettti nods and turns away.

You immediately drop through a conjured portal from your office into your living room right by Harkins' body.

Humming, you raise a hand to your chin.

There's no real official Facility base, but you do know they have directors now. If you tell each and every one of them the lay of your law, they'll obey. None of them have anything that can stand against you and the best the Facility has to offer is too far away to warn any of them in time. She might be able to reach a payphone but you can get to her first.

>[ ] Visit each of the Facility base directors, they should know who their new master is.
>[ ] Teleport back Laura's fingers, they can't fall into the wrong hands.
>[ ] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.
>[ ] Dispose of Harkins' cadaver, nothing but ashes should remain.
>[ ] Bring Adam's body with you, it'll make a good prop.
>[ ] Write In.

forgive the wait, had to sign up for my next and
hopefully last semester of college

fuck two more years of that shit

>>3901088
>[ ] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.
>[ ] Bring Adam's body with you, it'll make a good prop.
She should be somewhere remote enough that we can have a nice brawl if we have to. If we can bring her to heel then we can simply have her let the directors know the new lay of the land.

>>3901088
>>[X] Teleport back Laura's fingers, they can't fall into the wrong hands.
>>[X] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.

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>>3901088
>[X] Teleport back Laura's fingers, they can't fall into the wrong hands.
>[X] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.
Yeah. Secure the fingers first.
If Kimura was more of a threat, I'd organize the directors under us first.
But we can bring her to heel.
I had the thought of saying to Kimura, "Wait, where's Harkins? He should have been with you?" Just to throw her off and fuck with her a bit. But a corpse prop could be fun too.

Missing the vote as always. Heh.

>>3901088
>[X] Teleport back Laura's fingers, they can't fall into the wrong hands.
>[X] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.

>[X] Teleport back Laura's fingers, they can't fall into the wrong hands.
>[X] Port to where you transported Kimura, best to handle her first.
>[X] Bring Adam's body with you, it'll make a good prop.

>(1/2)

Kimura is the biggest threat to you acquiring the Facility and the biggest threat you've faced in a while: her skin is virtually indestructible and she's strong enough to be able to stab people with her fingers. The woman's internal organs and bones are still vulnerable but not as a fragile as a normal human's, especially with her skin there to mitigate most of the damage from impacts. You can still probably dislocate them, though. First things First, making sure Laura's delicious fingers don't fall into the wrong hands.

You wave a portal into being and catch the bag of your new pet's discarded edibles as it falls.

Throwing the bag off your wall and on to your kitchen counter, you grab hold of Harkins and walk through another portal into a familiar state park.

Dayao Sakchai Himura is still brushing herself off in a crater under a cliff surrounded by toppled trees as you walk to the cliff's edge. "Fucking mutant and his bullshit reality-warping bullshit." The somewhat European, South East, and Far East Asian amalgamation of peoples looks around at the surrounding greenery. "Now just where the fuck am I!?"

"Harriman state park. Figured you could get away while I learned everything Adam knows."

"Wow, you learned his first name." She scoffs. "He would spill everything in just two minutes."

"Yeah," you toss the body down into her crater by her feet, "something like that happened."

>(2/2)

She haphazardly kicks the man on to his back, taps his head with her foot, and clucks her tongue at his lack of response. "Oh goddammit, I really liked him. He was a sadistic fucker who loved money, monsters, and torture. Piece of shit sold the rest of us out before he bit it, though."

"Man isn't dead yet. I mean, he may as well be, but his body's still kicking."

"Huh, you give him brain damage or something?"

"Something like that."

Himura beats a fist against her palm, creating a loud yet small shockwave. "I'll make you tell me all about it once I beat you down into a pulp of squirming flesh. Don't worry, I won't destroy your best bits." She grins.

You grin back.

A part of you wants to take this bitch on, but it's way easier and better if you just talk her down into subservience.

>[ ] "Kimura, really? Did you decide on that after you were recruited from the streets of Madripoor or was that something you picked, Himura? Harkins always wondered about that, seeing as how he wasn't director then"
>[ ] "Dayao, as much as I'd like to play, we're better off as friends, and by friends, I mean you're better off being one of my hands. I can dismantle the Facility in a matter of minutes if I wanted to."
>[ ] "I should've known you were a Filipino mix by the look of those broad shoulders. You people tend to turn out a pleasant androgynous mix of man and woman for some reason."
>[ ] "Never thought I'd meet a mutt to make me think my blood's purer."
>[ ] "Let's take this somewhere else."
>[ ] Throw a stone at some great force at her, it won't do much but it'll fucking hurt if you don't crush it in your hand. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18; Power Control Check +3 Modifier, DC16) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Jump and land on Kimura, it'll probably hurt her. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Materialize your soul and move to Devour her, no use relying on your meatbag for an enemy like this.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3901398
oh yeah, you can also use magic if you want

>>3901398
>[ ] "Kimura, really? Did you decide on that after you were recruited from the streets of Madripoor or was that something you picked, Himura? Harkins always wondered about that, seeing as how he wasn't director then"
I like this. The implications are intimidating as fuck.

>>3901398
>[X] "Never thought I'd meet a mutt to make me think my blood's purer."
>[X] Throw a stone at some great force at her, it won't do much but it'll fucking hurt if you don't crush it in your hand. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18; Power Control Check +3 Modifier, DC16) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
Fuck it, I want a tussle. Recruit her in the videogame mc way.

>>3901398
>>[ ] "Kimura, really? Did you decide on that after you were recruited from the streets of Madripoor or was that something you picked, Himura? Harkins always wondered about that, seeing as how he wasn't director then"
followed by a recruit attempt

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>>3901416
>I like this. The implications are intimidating as fuck.
I agree.

>>3901454
>I want a tussle. Recruit her in the videogame mc way.
Me too.
Kojo has a number reasons to try to get her to kneel. But in the end she can't show Kojo disrespect. She needs to fold. I suspect she'd rather die.
But then again, Kojo is one persuasive muthafucka. He's got the devil's tongue. I think he keeps it in his kitchen drawer next to the saffron.

>[X] "Kimura, really? Did you decide on that after you were recruited from the streets of Madripoor or was that something you picked, Himura? Harkins always wondered about that, seeing as how he wasn't director then."

As much as you do want to fuck her up, she's better off as your crazy bitch wildcard enforcer to throw in the fold whenever a super gets uppity. She just might fuck you up in turn too so it's best to be friendly. Laura might not like it, but you couldn't give a shit about what her pathetic puppet ass thinks. You'd hand her back to her tormentor if you didn't give her your word.

"Kimura, really? Did you decide on that after you were recruited from the streets of Madripoor or was that something you picked, Himura? Harkins always wondered about that, seeing as how he wasn't director then.

The woman blinks. "Just how much did he tell you before he bit it?"

"Everything."

"That's impossible," she scoffs, "unless you straight up mindraped him, which would make you psychic on top of being capable of warping reality... Oh goddammit, you mutants are a load of horse shit!"

"I'm not psychic." You raise a hand to your chin and hum. "...That is kind of what happened though, from a certain point of view."

"Doesn't matter, I'm still going to beat the truth out of you."

"Let's not jump to violence as much as we want to. The two of us are in an opportune position to take over the rest of the Facility, and, by the two of us, I mean me. You can do the exact same thing you did for Adam only under my command."

"And why should I do that?"

You move your hand back to your side.

Now this bitch is just playing hard to get.

>[ ] "What else do you want? I know you're in this just to kill, torture, and rape. Laura's been on the receiving end of that last one since her tits came in, you fucking pedophile."
>[ ] "I have Laura under my control and hidden away. The two of you can have little 'dates' when you get to see each other."
>[ ] "Easy, I won't make you into a fucking vegetable. I can rape minds, remember?"
>[ ] "Do you want to fuck me or not?"
>[ ] Throw a stone at some great force at her, it won't do much but it'll fucking hurt if you don't crush it in your hand. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18; Power Control Check +3 Modifier, DC16) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Jump and land on Kimura, it'll probably hurt her. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Materialize your soul and move to Devour her, no use relying on your meatbag for an enemy like this.
>[ ] Write In.

fell asleep way too early again, sorry about that

>>3902101
>[ ] "What else do you want? I know you're in this just to kill, torture, and rape. Laura's been on the receiving end of that last one since her tits came in, you fucking pedophile."
>[ ] "I have Laura under my control and hidden away. The two of you can have little 'dates' when you get to see each other."
>[ ] "Easy, I won't make you into a fucking vegetable. I can rape minds, remember?"

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>>3902104
do please try to pick options that have some relation to each other, adding that last one to the other two feels incredibly schizophrenic of a man who knows when to butter and when to whip

>[X] "What else do you want? I know you're in this just to kill, torture, and rape. Laura's been on the receiving end of that last one since her tits came in, you fucking pedophile."
>[X] "I have Laura under my control and hidden away. The two of you can have little 'dates' when you get to see each other."

>(1/2)

Browbeating will just make this bitch want to get knuckle deep in your ass more instead of getting her to kiss it. She's the type to be all up for fighting you until she's a corpse. As always, it's best to appeal to her wants and interests and that interest is the other ass she wants to beat her fist into. You're not going to just hand her to the bitch, but you can make it so she gets chances to have the girl all to herself. Depending on how bad or good Laura and Kimura acts, you'll let them have fun with each other.

"What else do you want? I know you're in this just to kill, torture, and rape. Laura's been on the receiving end of that last one since her tits came in, you fucking pedophile."

"The last two and you have to know I was sixteen when I started playing with her if you already know everything else."

Your eyes open up more. "Just wait a minute, you're eighteen?"

"What? Did you think I was some old bitch on the verge of drying out?" She crosses her arms. "You look plenty old yourself."

"Fifteen and fucking hell, do you look older at your age for an Asian. Must be all the mutt in you: it'll lead you to living longer and looking younger for a time but also fuck up when you're getting wrinkly."

"Bitch please, I should be saying the same to you. Like impenetrable skin can wrinkle anyway."

Rolling your eyes, you look away from the real bitch. "Whatever, doesn't make you any less of a pederass rapist, especially now since you're legal and she still isn't."

>(2/2)

"If fucking jailbait is considered wrong, I don't want to be right and I don't care about being right so I'll fuck jailbait anyway, even if they don't want to."

A hum rumbles in your throat.

It kind of disappoints you how much you understand that sentiment. That is what you did back around when you first mutated. Although, what you did could hardly be put in the same category of pederasty thanks to your age, which you know on account of having witnessed such things happen in your childhood.

You're still a piece of shit, though

"I have Laura under my control and hidden away. The two of you can have little 'dates' when you get to see each other."

"Ha!" The woman points an accusing finger at you. "I fucking knew you didn't get into a fight with her! She would've wrecked your shit!"

"Do you want a chance to get with Laura again or not?"

Kimura lowers her hand. "Yeah, it's been a long time since me and X have had some quality time. Where did you put her?"

Your lips thin out against one another.

This doesn't feel right, this is the right move but it doesn't feel right for some reason.

>[ ] "There are going to be some new ground rules between you two and you will both follow them."
>[ ] "You only get to do what you always do to her when she actually misbehaves, okay?"
>[ ] "Help me lay down the new rule of law to the base directors first."
>[ ] "Let me get her, stay here."
>[ ] Throw a stone at some great force at her, it won't do much but it'll fucking hurt if you don't crush it in your hand. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18; Power Control Check +3 Modifier, DC16) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Jump and land on Kimura, it'll probably hurt her. (Combat Skill Roll +3 Modifier, DC18) [WARNING: Dayao 'Kimura' Sakchai Himura]
>[ ] Materialize your soul and move to Devour her, no use relying on your meatbag for an enemy like this.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3902171
>[ ] "There are going to be some new ground rules between you two and you will both follow them."
>[ ] "You only get to do what you always do to her when she actually misbehaves, okay?"
>[ ] "Help me lay down the new rule of law to the base directors first, then I'll get her."

>>3902171
Oh yea and dispose of Harkins corpse too.

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>[X] "There are going to be some new ground rules between you two and you will both follow them."
>[X] "You only get to do what you always do to her when she actually misbehaves, okay?"
>[X] "Help me lay down the new rule of law to the base directors first, then I'll get her."
>[X] Dispose of Adam's corpse, it's a liability.

>(1/2)

You can't just hand Laura over to her without some kind of just cause or rules to prevent her from going too far with her usual sexual torture. Really, you can't hand her over for sexual torture at all: it's against your word and incredibly unfair on your part. That last part wouldn't usually concern you, but that's just because you feel like a piece of shit for considering this in the first place. A lot of other unfair things have been committed by your piece of shit self though this one is really making you feel like shit for some reason.

"There are going to be some new ground rules between you two and you will both follow them."

"Just fucking bring her here or take me to her, I'm dying to discipline that disobedient little bitch."

"You only get to do what you always do to her when she actually misbehaves, okay?"

"Oh come on!" The woman throws up her hands. "We both know that little bitch is like a beaten puppy: she'll do anything you ask her to thanks to her conditioning."

A smile makes its way on to your face. "Exactly."

"Ugh, just take me to X: I want to see the look on her pretty face when she sees me again."

"Help me lay down the new rule of law to the base directors first, then I'll get her."

>(2/2)

"What the fuck are you waiting for then? Let's go"

Hopping down to the woman's crater, you wave a portal underneath Harkins' body into a furnace and another wide enough to take you two to the Facility base in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California, the hidden facility in which Laura originally escaped from.

It takes you fifteen or so minutes to beat, intimidate, persuade, and Kimura each and every primary Facility base director into subservience as your new black-ops wing.

You step away from your newest spec ops director and let your eyes wander the chrome, sterile facility.

The U.S government proudly raised up the Weapon Plus Project led by John Sublime long ago that gave way to the Weapon X, which resulted in the Wolverine's enhancement, and in turn gave way to the Facility. How ironic that it'd be the foundation for your future corporate state's foreign and domestic intelligence service as well as your biology department. SHIELD and Hydra aren't going to know what's going to hit them: you'll ensure of that.

A grin spreads across your face.

This is only the beginning.

>[ ] "Kimura, promise me you won't try to pull anything and I'll take you to Laura."
>[ ] "Hold on, I'm going to get X-23."
>[ ] Call up John Sublime, this has been long overdue.
>[ ] Port back to your office, Kimura can wallow here for all you care.
>[ ] Teleport back to Phineas', you told the crazy bitch you'd bring her to X.
>[ ] Dial your leading agent in SHIELD, they should know too and receive your instructions.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3902587
>>[X] "Kimura, promise me you won't try to pull anything and I'll take you to Laura."

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>[X] "Kimura, promise me you won't try to pull anything and I'll take you to Laura."

>(1/2)

Deal's a deal even with a psychotic bitch who's likely to laugh at your face at the mention of any commitment to one. You doubt she cares, but you have to hear it from her anyway for shits and giggles. It also serves as a warning for what you'll do to her if she tries any of her usual kinky, sadistic shit with Laura. Everyone needs to know the consequences of disobeying you and crossing you.

"Kimura, promise me you won't try to pull anything and I'll take you to Laura."

The woman shoots you a look from the corner of your eye. "Promise? What are you, fucking nine years old?"

"When I was nine years old, I was filling buckets with gangsters' blood to mop all over my squat's walls to frighten pedophiles and attract dogs to eat: I had an incredibly vague idea of what a promise was. Either obey me or I will mindfuck you so hard you'll be a mewling retard begging to suck on my dick."

"Okay, okay!" Himura lets out a small laugh. "Damn, you're hardcore."

"Bitch, you haven't even seen me hard." You will a portal into being to your left. "I'll go in first, you wait here and out of sight until I say you can."

A hum chimes behind you as you step through the rift in space and time to the entrance between Mason's cover shop and workshop.

Opening the door, you see Laura sitting behind a cleared counter with a magazine in one hand and baby fingers in the other. "You've... Is that how you regenerate lost limbs?"

X-23's nods. "I smell Adam Harkins on you and other, familiar scents... Did he lead you to a Facility base?"

"Not exactly and that's weird: my limbs just kind of morph back from their stumps when I lose them. The areas around my amputated wounds actually kind of shrink a bit before evening out when fully healed." You raise a hand to your chin and snap your fingers. "I have morphallaxis regeneration while your body operates by epimorphic regeneration, that's why you have baby fingers while I look like a living tumor growing back by cannibalizing and remodifying parts of itself."

"Hmm," the girl nods again, "you are knowledgeable for your age and apparent lack of education."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Laura, I need you to stay here and not move at all for a while no matter what happens or who you see, unless they attack you. Understood?"

"...Who is coming?"

"Laura, I'm ordering you to stay here and sit still for as long as I want you to. I'll be here to protect you and make sure nothing happens. Beyond that, I'll give you whatever you want in return as compensation, my treat. Do you understand?"

>(2/2)

The false clone of Weapon X nods without skipping a beat or changing the look on her face. "I understand, sir."

You raise an eyebrow at the 'sir' before turning around to the open portal in space and time. "You can come out now."

Kimura steps through the portal and ignores her surroundings in favor of walking straight up to her little girl.

X-23, closing and setting aside her magazine, tenses at her tormentor's presence. "Kimu... ra."

"Hey X," Dayao cups her favorite pet's chin and tilts the girl's head up, "been a long time since San Fran. Did you miss me?" She leans in. "I missed you."

"Kojo, please... please do not give me back to them; you gave me your word. I will... I will do anything you ask me to, I promise."

"...I'm – I'm sorry! I... I won’t do it again, I promise, I... Don’t... don’t get rid of me. It won't happen again."

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Gritting your teeth, you place a hand on Kimura's shoulder and pull her back.

The bitch, scoffing, glances at you from the corner of her eye.

You shouldn't care about this kind of thing at all, it's the exact same thing you used to pull, but it's really getting on your nerves for some reason. It's not like you feel sorry for the stupid bitch, you just can't help but feel like a piece of shit letting her suffer like this. Safety and comfort were what you promised to her and that's what you'll provide, anything else will just leave a sour taste in your mouth.

>[ ] "From now on, you two are going to be the best of friends. You'll look out for each other, do each other's hair, buy each other gifts, gossip about other bitches, and maybe fuck when you're both in the mood. Do I make myself clear?"
>[ ] "I fucking hate you, you mewling little bitch. If I hadn't made you a promise, I would let Kimura rape and beat the ever loving hell out of you. Just get the fuck out of my sight, the both of you."
>[ ] "Kimura's back to being your handler. She won't beat or touch you unless you really disobey your orders. Under no point is she allowed to do so if you've been a good girl. Understood, X-23?"
>[ ] "The Facility is now defunct and under my control. We'll likely be creating more of you from those fingers. In return, you get an eternal reprieve as my lavish pet, understand?"
>[ ] "The two of you have several minutes to tell each other whatever you want before never seeing each other again."
>[ ] "Just fuck off, I said you can't touch her unless she's been misbehaving."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3903132
>>[ ] "The two of you have several minutes to tell each other whatever you want before never seeing each other again."
I wish we didn't promise her to see Laura but whatever, they can say their goodbyes at least.

>>3903132
>>[ ] "The two of you have several minutes to tell each other whatever you want before never seeing each other again."

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>[X] "The two of you have several minutes to tell each other whatever you want before never seeing each other again."

It's best to settle this now and never have to to deal with it ever again for your own sake and Laura's. Kimura can have other clones of hers but not the original one. She'll likely bitch and complain, but she'll have to make do under threat of Oblivion. Your new pet will rest well knowing that she will never have to be the victim of the Facility's or Kimura's torment again: she'll just have to live with the fact she condemned near soulless copies of herself to eternal torment.

"The two of you have several minutes to tell each other whatever you want before never seeing each other again."

Himura's eyes widen. "Fuck are you talking about? You said I could at least have her when she disobeyed."

"We both know she's never going to do that."

"Tch!" She turns back to her favorite pet. "This isn't the end, you hear me? I know whatever retarded thing that stupid bitch told you to do is still rattling in your head, X. When you do fuck up, I'll be there to remind you what you are and who you belong to."

"Kimura, I hate you... and I pity you."

Dayao blinks before leaning closer to her prey's face. "She knew what I was doing to you every night when I decided to help you warm up that cold, padded cell of yours. I rubbed it in her face when I tried moving in on her and she didn't so much as blink." A grin spreads across her face as Laura's body stiffens. "That's my girl." Her dark lips peck X-23's pink ones. "Megan and your aunt are still out there, my little animal. I'll make sure to get to know them like I've gotten to know you."

Frowning, you pull the woman away from Laura again. "That's enough. Get back into the portal and await further orders, Kimura."

A sigh escapes the woman's lips before she backs off her prized toy and returns to the facility.

Laura looks down at herself with hollow, glazed eyes.

The warmth in your chest withers and dies.

...

...

You don't understand.

>[ ] "For fuck's sake, stop that. You're here and you're safe, aren't you? Why do you care so much about someone who would let you get hurt by someone else to the extent that you have? I just... I don't... Fuck."
>[ ] "...I told you your mother deserved it. Stop following her orders or Kimura will be back to do whatever it is she wants with you."
>[ ] "...Do you want to get out of here? Get some real food to eat? I think my grandparents might be making dinner soon."
>[ ] "I won't let her torture and fuck your cousin and aunt, so don't worry about that, okay?"
>[ ] "What did you mean... when you said you pitied her?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Port back to the office, you're done here.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3904103
>[ ] "What did you mean... when you said you pitied her?"
While it would be nice to have another crazy strong assassin, I'm getting now and more tempted to kill Kimura. We have our own assets and the facility at our command to make a better one that'll actually fall in line.