With Armsmaster's death, Miss Militia is promoted to team captain. Even with the losses, however, the Protectorate ENE doesn't get new capes—all teams got hit hard by the last Endbringer attack, and even though it was by all accounts a major victory, it did not cause capes to start lining up to join.
Days pass, and winter hits Brockton Bay. It's pretty mild, as winters go, but it's enough to drastically reduce criminal activity. The heroes have an altercation with white supremacists the following week, but nothing much comes of it, as cape muscle seems to prefer to remain comfortable inside. Capes nationwide are somewhat subdued, perhaps as the aftermath of the victory against Behemoth. Nothing much seems to change, however—the Simurgh continues to fly around in her unpredictable pattern, Leviathan continues to be impossible to locate, lurking in the depths of the ocean. The public gets hopelessly contradictory information about what really happened during the fight from unofficial sources, secretly fed from official ones to make sure people don't jump to the right conclusions, and the topic loses its momentum.
And all of this completely fails to distract Sadde, who seems to not be getting better from the post-battle funk. Or, at least, not straightforwardly better. The depression and fatalism turn—maybe not completely, but at least a bit—into unease and anxiety, or perhaps stir craziness. It is, after all, true that, other than for class, Sadde doesn't really leave HQ a whole lot, not since they reached the comfortable position of being able to patrol from the comfort of the console—of, in fact, being more effective when doing that, for the average uneventful patrol.
Fatalism, depression, anxiety, and unease, all combined into a Sadde-shaped ball, are currently floating upside down in Lorica's workshop, failing to read a book while she fugues.
...it occurs to him he hasn't really been spending a lot of his allowance, and that he actually has enough money to shop in some of these shops. Even the ones with the "enforcers"! That's a change. His conjured clothes aren't very fancy, but they're not shabby either—he's very much a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of guy, even if it's tight-jeans-and-t-shirt-that-make-him-lo
He starts idly window-shopping, looking at the various goods available for sale at prices much higher than can be found elsewhere in the city, if you know where to look.
On the other hand, he does buy this kind of stuff—books, electronics—when he feels he needs them. Which is "not often," libraries exist and he has a PRT-issued computer which suits all his needs, he's not much of an electronics guy. But, hmm, he was just thinking about his clothes, wasn't he? Perhaps he could browse this nice store for something, even if only for inspiration for more imaginary clothing.
He walks in, confidently, drawing only the most casual side-eye from the enforcer at the door.
(Holy cow, though, is she pretty.)
(Not prettier than Bella.)
(...maybe a bit prettier than Bella. Come on, even Bella would say she's not indisputably the hottest person alive, there are bound to be people he'll find more physically attractive than his girlfriend.)
"So, uh, tourist or local?" he asks, out of politeness. She's clearly a tourist.
"Overpriced's an understatement, they require you to promise your firstborn child." He shouldn't show her around. She'll think he's creepy, they've just met after he so rudely bumped into her, she probably doesn't want to see him ever again. But still, it can't hurt, can it...? And he's probably a better guide than she'll ever find. "I know several places that sell the same stuff or better for finite amounts of money, I could show you if you want...?" Good, make it clear he's not threatening and will totally take no for an answer and is not being a pushy creep, that's good.
(He should be getting used to how attractive she is by now, but no, if anything she's getting more attractive the longer they spend together.)
And here's the bus!
He shakes his head, then grins. "Sorry, I shouldn't be dumping that on you, we've just met. Happier things. How long are you planning on staying in Brockton Bay?"
"I'm okay," he lies, even though he kinda leans a bit closer to her in response to the patting. She has such nice lips. Surely it's not bad of him to notice this. It's not like he's going to act on the desire to kiss her, this is completely the wrong situation for it, there'd need to be flirting and a whole leading into it, he'd be charming and all, and also he has a girlfriend so he won't actually do that.
"She, uh... it turns out she was one of the heroes who fell to Behemoth, this last battle. She went to school with me," he answers in a murmur.
"And it was a victory, right, he's dead, he won't ever kill anyone or attack any cities, but all I can think about is that the last thing he decided to do was blow up and kill even more people." Oops? Was that information even released to the public? Well, he's not very much thinking about it, now. "It doesn't feel like a victory to me."
"I dunno, probably, but I didn't go." Arcadia surely does, but in his case he'd probably have gone to a Protectorate therapist. "Maybe I should've, I dunno, but it feels a bit, weirdly personal in a way I don't know if I could really share with a counselor." The irony of sharing it with a stranger completely escapes him. The fact that she's so kind and nice and gorgeous doesn't.
"I don't really have a lot to say about it, though. It's mostly a knot of bad feelings and, and sadness about the unfairness of the world. How I wish there was something I could do." To prevent extra death, of course, and do better next time. There's some definite resolve there, in the background.
(A part of him kinda wishes something bad would happen, like a mugger or something, so he'd be forced to use his power to help and then it wouldn't be his fault, and then another part screams at that first part that no that'd be awful what if she got hurt?)
He shrugs, trying to hide his thoughts. "I dunno if it's hard, I don't have a lot to compare it to, it's just—there. Always been. I want to help."
"So, as far as shopping goes, what's your vice?"
"I have a reeeeeally hard time having favorites but I think it's probably strawberry." Personal anecdote time? Personal anecdote time! "I kinda pride myself in being weird, and it has been remarked more than once that this is an awfully normal ice cream flavor to like and it doesn't really jibe with the rest of my persona."
"Oh, wow, so many things, there's a huge list, I could spend all day talking. But, I guess from most people's perspectives the one that tops the list would be," he swallows, "that I'm genderfluid." He shouldn't be nervous about this, he's pretty darn proud of it, but what if she doesn't like it?
It really is! He smiles. "Mostly a spectrum along the binary axis? I feel like I'm more boy and therefore less girl, and vice-versa, depending on the day. Sometimes I'm pretty neutral and just go with whatever I was the previous day, and it doesn't usually change while I'm awake but sometimes it does. Most commonly I just wake up feeling like something or other and dress and behave and prefer to be gendered accordingly."
"Yeah. And theeeen she died in '94," New York '94 should be obvious enough, "and I had to move back in with my father, so you might have guessed why I have—have had, anyway—a particular grudge against that particular Endbringer. Wow, can I not bring the conversation there all the time? Well done, Sadde."
And it turns out to be called 'The Ice Cream Place.' It's small and very charming, a short building among several tall ones, quite incongruous with its soft primary colors and a list of several flavors on the door. There's a fair number of people inside, too, apparently it's a well-known ice cream place.
"I'm sorry about the hiking buddies. I never went, the only place anywhere near here one could do that is Great Bay National and it's tiny." Does it count as a date if he asks her to go see a movie with him? Perhaps a museum is safer, but Brockton Bay is fairly short on those, there's only—" But Brockton Bay has a boat museum a bit north of here, actually."
"Here in BB, I used to really admire Armsmaster, and the way Glam and Lorica team up and combine their powers to deal with stuff is really awesome." He glows a bit inside when he says that. "Less locally, I think Narwhal is awesome, and Alexandria, too." Pause. Sheepish grin. "I did say I was bad at this whole 'favorite' thing. How about you?"
"The trick to dealing with him will always be being unexpected enough and vary fast enough that he can't respond appropriately. A head-on confrontation is bound to be doomed, need to approach this from an oblique angle, use his habits against him. Can I use heroes, villains, and rogues, or am I limited there?"
"Hmm... Well if I had time to prepare I'd get Accord so he could design an appropriate plan, but he's not good at spur-of-the-moment design. Eidolon has a few patterns, he always has a power that grants him flight or some appropriate facsimile, and is reluctant to give up powers that give him some defensive advantage. The third power is usually offensive, and a heavy hitter, and that one he's usually okay with changing in the middle of battle. Sometimes the flight-granting power has offensive applications as well, so the two capes will either need to be really darn resistant or to be able to dodge. And whatever solution I come up with will have to disable him fast enough that he can't adapt to it. Hmmmmmmm..."
"So I can't just have Miss Militia drop a nuke on his head while another cape holds him. And anyway that's too much direct confrontation to work with him. So, deception. Theoretically he can use thinker powers, but if he's going with a broad selection for an unknown fight it's unlikely he'll get any good ones. Can I get people from the Birdcage? Glaistig Uaine would probably help a lot, she's basically his opposite number."
"I can figure out how to deal with Eidolon plus friend later, let me crack this one. The two capes should go in expecting something general, so there'll be something that does damage but I'd expect more like splash damage, laser beams as opposed to, say, fire, or bullets. But he won't be using all of it because of the civilians, and his choice of mobility power will likely not be that destructive. The biggest variable is I think his defensive power—he can go toe-to-toe with Endbringers and not get hurt beyond his power's ability of regeneration. I think... maybe this is too local, but I think I'd go with Oni Lee and Glam. And if not Oni Lee, perhaps Leonid from the Vegas team."
"Both are teleporters, but in different ways. Leonid can hear anything that happens within a certain radius of himself, and he can scream and use the echo to teleport. He can also manipulate sound. Oni Lee teleports but leaves a copy of himself behind that can act autonomously with all his intelligence for a few seconds before turning to dust."
"I like the Oni Lee and Glam matchup in specific because they can make the battlefield chaotic. Both of them can make copies appear, and furthermore Glam can make copies of Oni Lee, if their demonstration at the school a few weeks ago was anything to go by, and Eidolon would have to switch to a power that allowed him to either figure out who the real target was or do broad damage that didn't get the civilians. And in any case both of them are smart enough to be able to dodge pretty much indefinitely, and to hit him until he's down—Glam especially."
"Not really. Oni Lee, for instance, was a solo villain for a while here before Lung collected him. Glam also used to go solo, dunno why they decided to join up." Shrug. "But, there's a way you can tell? Like, plan never survives contact with the enemy, right, and the news only shows us the way stuff goes right but even then you can sorta see which capes can react well and think on their feet and which can't. I, uh, may spend a lot of my time scouring the internet and such for these news clips."
"Nah, Lorica probably is, here in BB, although maybe Miracle Max could be smarter than her, he doesn't use his specialty for combat much so I haven't seen what he can do, and tinkers in general tend to be. Maybe Transit, his power doesn't show off any smarts he might have. But I can definitely not tell you who the smartest cape ever is, too many thinkers to muddle up the equation."
...a friend? Not a girlfriend? Why would he be reluctant to mention it was his girlfriend.
"I—I mean, I understand why she wouldn't?" Not 'didn't,' 'wouldn't.' "If people find out about a cape's civilian identity they can attack their families..." He doesn't sound like he thinks this stands up to a whole lot of scrutiny.
It's been... a while since he's let himself get this close to a civilian, and it feels weird that he's already this attached to Chelsea, and all of that gets all mixed up by how he doesn't want to keep lying to her and amounts to what's probably the first time he spends more than two consecutive seconds not talking or listening to her talk since they met.
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"—I, um, it may be relevant that I kinda have a girlfriend. Uh. Monogamously." He needs to clarify this because, well, it's the relevant aspect of having a girlfriend.
"She's really, really smart—she's the, uh, friend I cape geek at, I should've mentioned it there, but—and very driven? When she wants a thing she goes and figures out how to get it and then does that thing. She's very, umm, she's the taking-charge kind of person? Very introverted, doesn't really socialize much..."
She sticks the sticky note to his shirt.
"I think the definition is 'acting against one's better judgment through weakness of will.' Like when you set your alarm to snooze and then you have to run and skip breakfast because you're late, when you know you should've just gotten up the first time the alarm rang, or when you keep procrastinating going to the gym because it's just so boring."
"Not 'cause of that, I mean historically. We have one of the largest concentrations of capes in the country, and a lot of it was because of villains seizing the import business when it was booming and then the Protectorate stepping in to curb that. Now there's an equilibrium of sorts, what with the industry pretty much sunk, but it's a tense equilibrium and our Protectorate team has high priority when petitioning for capes."
"Yeah. The Empire is a big part of it nowadays, they have a lot of superpowered muscle and keep getting more, they're rumored to have links with the Gesellschaft in Europe, the Protectorate needs to keep a lid on them. Aaaand here we are," he says, as they reach a little strip mall between the tall buildings, and heads to a specific gift shop there.
And, as promised, the price tags are nowhere near the kind of thing one'd find on the Boardwalk.
"Well, on the one hand it doesn't have a subway system, but on the other the streets weren't very well planned and can sometimes be a pain to drive around in. I myself like walking and taking the bus, see the sights, occasionally meet people, even when I'm not as aimless as today."
"That's the same principle, if you only do things that make your immediate situation better you will almost never reach the most desirable place you could've designed with planning and forethought."
And eventually they reach the PHQ. They go on one of the tours, conveniently starting soon after they arrive, and Sadde provides commentary on the tour guide's description with information that's technically-public but would need some digging to find out. They visit the gift shop at the end, and Sadde buys her yet another souvenir. They chat more, walk around aimlessly, he points Arcadia out—another fine example of architecture—and eventually he invents an excuse to have to go, because he needs to go patrolling that evening. Which he can, of course, do from the console.
Instead, he asks, "How about you?"
(Is it even reasonable of him to expect her to notice? I mean sure they've been dating a while but perhaps it's not really obvious on his face that he wants to be left alone, and that would be rude probably, making faces.)
"Just shy. Apparently he was separated from them and some random Midwest townful of unpowered people mobbed him. His power wasn't really in play considering, but there were still casualties. They got him though. They suspect cape involvement but can't figure out who, they didn't know there was one there."
And then he can return to his room to think and dissect his feelings. So, to start with the obvious: he loves Bella. And the thing that changed today was that he met Chelsea.
...well when he puts it like that it becomes pretty obvious, doesn't it?
He spends a few seconds with his brows furrowed, then starts, tentatively: "I'm a, a people person, right? And, and I like my friends, the Wards, I would never say they're not sufficient, but I wouldn't—dislike making new friends?" He has his stride, now. "And it wouldn't make my current ones less important, and I'd be perfectly happy if I never made new friends either because it's not a matter of, of enough. It's not a matter of quantity, the place each of them occupies in my heart is unique and it doesn't, like, fill some internal gauge of friendness or something. And there's not a gauge of girlfriendness, either, you're you and nothing can replace you and we've been together for over five months and I still feel like shouting 'Lorica is my girlfriend' from the rooftops."
"Like... at some point wouldn't you have enough friends? Maybe it'd take a lot of them for you, but you only have so much time and energy. And then you'd - well, I'd, anyway - want to make sure that as long as I was so spoiled for choice I allocated the time and energy sensibly... and for me 'enough boyfriend' is one, and if 'enough girlfriend' for you is not one, or is not one of me..."
(He tells himself, pretty sure that it is true.)
"It's... uh... just... she's a nice person that I like and would maybe like to kiss? It's not a need, you're a nice person that I love and definitely thoroughly enjoy kissing, plus all the stuff I love specifically about you that she does not have and all the things I've learned about you over the past year that I couldn't possibly have learned about her in one day. It's... I'm trying to think of an analogy but all of them fail one way or another."
"...okay maybe I have an analogy. Imagine you're reading a series of books, and you really like it. And then you hear about this other series of books that looks maybe interesting. You could go read it, or you could not read it, but you still have the one and it's very nice and not having read the other doesn't make the one any less enjoyable, but reading the other also doesn't make the one any less enjoyable, they're just different book series and there's nothing missing if you don't decide to go read the second but the only thing that changes if you do is your time availability to read them."
"Not really? I just feel like, oh, that's a shame, back to the rest of my life without that one specific thing. I... there are lots of books and things and experiences and people and places in the world, in all worlds and universes, I'm missing out on the vast majority of them all the time, and the fact that something's been brought to my attention but it turns out I can't have it anyway doesn't make me want it noticeably more than I already did."
"It will add up differently, from that point on, to what it would've added up to at the end, but for one it's ten minutes which is, like, a rounding error—I would be much more upset over losing a day, for instance—but I don't really see any of the potential future mes as meer than the one I will actually end up being."
"I mean, I don't see, uh... my future self and my current self as that... fixed? My being rewound ten minutes here and there only means I will turn out to be a different self than I would have been if I had not been rewound, but like, one, that other self is not really meaningfully less me than the other would've been, and two, it's not that different than what self I would or would not be because of any other specific happenstances."
...except for the part where she's gonna be using a boy's primary sexual characteristics. And yes lots of trans people are not that bothered by it but she is.
(She wonders if she'd be bothered if she hadn't ever triggered and hadn't gotten the ability to switch like she can.)
(...how can she even switch like that. It's the one part of her power that isn't strictly reliant on conjuring things. Um.)
(Um.)
"Um."
So she grabs her phone and resumes reading the paper from earlier, then suits up and goes patrolling, hovering after Miss Militia on her bike. Patrol is uneventful and ends roughly when expected, but instead of returning to the PHQ with Miss Militia Sadde lands somewhere unobserved and texts Chelsea.
Hello again!
The boat museum: has boats! And also a history lesson on Brockton Bay, from colonization to the modern day, explaining its history as a port of trade, its relevance for the U.S. economy, the boom in the second half of the twentieth century, being overtaken by villains in the nineties, the closing of the ferry, and the arrival of the heroes. Sadde talks excitedly about everything but especially the parts involving capes, expanding upon the audio guide's descriptions and giving more detail when it's glossed over.