Re: The Enemy Within. (Katawa Superpowers Sequel) Ch 8 up
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 8:03 pm
while I wait for oddball to come back with my feedback for chapter 10, here's chapter 9. If Oddballs' internet still isn't working in a couple weeks, I'll go ahead and post what I have for the remaining chapters, then go back and do revisions later. Also, do you have suggestions as to a codename for Lilly? Right now I've got mollocke (like, molecule-warlock. Psylocke is psionic warlock, and the two are kind of similar, so...), but I'd like to know if you have any better ideas.
As Hisao bailed out of one of the world's most advanced aircrafts and quickly achieved free fall, he realized he really should have thought this out better. Typically a fall at terminal veloctiy would shatter every bones in a persons' body and reduce their muscles to smears on the ground they landed on. While Hisao had a healing factor, he had no idea whether it would be able to compensate for the damage. And if it didn't, he would die yes, but more importantly Hanako would too. Die or lose herself completely. A bigger problem was that even providing his healing factor allowed him to survive the fall, he had no way to getting back to Japan and delivering the life seed. While he could speak English thanks to his blunt attempt at copying the language out of Psylocke's head, he had no papers, no American money, and minimal knowledge of the area. Unfortunately, his options had been extremely limited, and truth be told, this was probably the only way he had even the slightest chance of saving his friend. There was no way he could take Besty on in a fight, that much was clear. She had years more experience than he ever did. If he had waited any longer, the plane would have gotten to Xavier's and he wouldn't just be facing Psylocke, but every other telepath the X-men had on staff. No, this had been the best of a series of really bad options. Really bad options.
“Dear lord, what have I gotten myself into...” he thought to himself, “Ok, so the Blackbird cruises at 20,000 meters and terminal velocity for a human is roughly 187 km/hour, so that means I have a little under seven minutes to come up with an exceedingly brilliant plan and put it into execution. Come on Hisao, think.”
As he plummeted, a small city on the distant ground grew larger and larger. As the city grew, Hisao felt a sharp pain in his chest. Focusing, he breathed heavily, trying to will it to subside. It got worse and worse however, and it felt like his body was going numb. The pain clouded his vision and he blanked out. Then the healing factor asserted itself and the pain subsided, only for the ground to be moments away. Hisao let out a strangled choke, and then suddenly felt arms grab him around the waist.
“Hisao, have you lost your mind entirely?” Shizune's thoughts entered his mind. “That is quite possibly the stupidest thing I have seen anyone do in my entire life. I mean, seriously, a fall from this height would have caused your body to be split into dozens of pieces, and healing factor or no healing factor, you would have DIED! What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time” Hisao thought back, “I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help Hanako, and right now that involves getting away from the X-men.”
“I want to help Hanako too, but there's a difference between being determined and being completely obtuse!” Her thoughts were extremely irate. “Do you have any idea how lucky you were I was able to find you? Trying to locate a human at the distance between me and you is like locating a needle in a haystack!
Shizune guided their decent and they landed in an alleyway.
“Alright, so it wasn't the greatest idea,” Hisao thought back, “But it worked. At the rate we were traveling, they'll probably be several states away by now.”
“Yes, but you know as well as I do that Betsy won't rest until she has the life seed and uses it on Angel. We've got to get back to Japan. Fast.” Shizune shook her head.
“I assume you have a plan?” Hisao asked mentally.
“Of course, I'm just nailing down the details.”
“So you don't have a plan.”
“Not what I said at all. I'm running down all the unaffiliated teleporters I've learned of and trying to figure whether they'll be nearby.” Shizune gave him a cross look. “Which is more than you did. You just jumped out of an airplane and hoped for the best.” She scanned around “First order of business is to determine where we are.”
The two of them walked out into a busy street. Hisao took a brief glance into a passerby's head.
“Orlando, Florida.” he thought to Shizune.
“Damnit.” she replied “Not exactly metahuman central. Still, better than, say, New Mexico. I mean, the only metahuman to come out of that armpit of a state was that Firebird girl. No, wait, I guess there was Portal. And those losers the West Coast Avengers faced a few years back.”
“Firebird? Like...Pheonix?”
“What? No! Hispanic woman, christian missionary, truly immortal as far as anyone has been able to tell... Am I the only person who reads the files?”
“I've been working my way through them, there's just a lot to go through.”
Shizune shook her head, “You need to read them. If you're going to join on these missions, you need to be prepared. I know Misha is... how she usually is with that sort of thing, but you're hardworking. And smart. You could be a damn fine X-man.”
Hisao shook his head, “This is just a one time thing. Soon as Hanako's better, I'm returning to my studies.”
“Do you really think the supervillians of this world will leave you alone? Trouble always follows whenever a metahumans around. Move cities, they follow. Change countries, new villains pop up there. Hid on a mountaintop as a monk, still can't shake them. Especially considering Lilly.”
“What about Lilly?” Hisao asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.
“She has a file, and in Psylocke noted that her potential is on the cosmic level. Think Pheonix or Molecule Man and you won't be too far off. Once word gets out, and trust me, it will, everyone and their brother is going to want a piece of her.”
Hisao gave a funny look “First of all, how did Psylocke even determine that? Second, if she's that powerful, wouldn't she be able to take down almost anyone who tried to hurt her?”
Shizune shook her head, “To answer the first, she did some telepathic scans from a distance.”
“She spied on me?”
“She's a ninja, what do you expect? Anyway, as for the second, having power is one thing but knowing how to use it is something completely different. Mimic has all the power of the five original X-men, and yet he gets his ass kicked on a regular basis. But to my original point...” she paced around, trying to concentrate. “Cloak's in New York, Magik is too close with the X-men, Trevor might work, do you have his number?”
Hisao paused, “No, but Hanako would.” he pulled out his phone and dialed, then immediately closed it “Line's dead.” he replied, a tint of worry creeping into his thoughts.
Shizune shook her head. “Dammit.” she thought.
“You sound a lot different thinking to me than when you sign through Misha.” Hisao remarked.
“What do you mean?” Shizune asked
“Well, before you were a lot more formal, less causal. I don't know why there’s the difference.” Hisao shrugged.
“Because thoughts are communicated differently than hand signals. But thats not important right now. Who else might help...Hub would work, but I don't know how to get in touch with her. Kestrel's dead, No idea where Blink is, last I heard she was trying to take down Apocalypse's descendants, Portal's MIA, Quasar's in another galaxy...Ahha!” Shizune grabbed her phone and touched a couple buttons.
“You know someone?”
“Yes, I think so... Perfect.” She held up the screen to Hisao.
Disasterplex.
With Iron Maiden, In This Moment, and Special Star Lila Cheney.
Hisao gave Shizune a funny look, “How is a rock concert supposed to help?”
Shizune rolled her eyes. “Lila Cheney is an intergalactic teleporter as well as a musician. She has minimal connections with most of the X-men, and she's giving a concert in Tampa tonight.”
“Tampa? That's a hundred miles away.” Hisao said, trying to work out the logistics of such a trip in his head.
“If we get on the train now, we should be able to get there towards the end of the concert. C'mon, we better hurry.”
“Which train?”
“Silver Star.” Shizune tapped her phone a few more times. “We need to head south by about a mile and a half.I assume you don't have any money?”
“Just yen. I didn't expect to be in America.”
“Neither did I. You'll have to telepathically convince the driver to let us on.”
Hisao winced, “Isn't there some other way?”
“I could fly us, but that would take several times a long. And you'd be held by your armpits the entire way. From what Misha told me, it's pretty uncomfortable.”
“Fair enough. Alright. Lets go.”
Shizune nodded and sprinted off down New York Avenue. Hisao followed, panting slightly. As they ran, Hisao noticed that most of the people on the sidewalk seemed to be giving them a wide birth, as if they were deliberately avoiding the two of them.
After a few blocks, Shizune glanced back, “Doing all right?”
“I'm fine. When we get back, remind me to thank Emi for getting on my case about my physical condition. I owe her big time....Why is everyone avoiding us? This street is crowded yet everyone-”
“Anti-mutant prejudice.”
Hisao gave Shizune a funny look, “But we're not mutants.”
Shizune shook her head and motioned to her uniform.“We're with the X-men. To most people, the two are synonymous. And America isn't as...liberal... about mutants as Japan is. Not just mutants, either. Remember that most of the states still haven't legalized same-sex marriage. It's a fairly backwards nation socially.”
“Uh, Japan hasn't either.”
“Not yet, but according to Psylocke. it will be legalized within the next six years. I'm not waiting though. Misha and I will be heading to Canada to tie the knot within the year.”
Hisao blinked “You're moving to Canada?”
“No, but the ceremony will be performed there. We'll still live in Japan, primarily, though we might take extended trips to other branches of the X-corp. Singapore, Mumbai, London, Paris... I've always wanted to see Paris. Speaking of which, when are you going to propose?”
Hisao's face flushed. “Soon I hope. Unfortunately trying to afford a wedding is...difficult. Especially on a student budget. Believe me, I've thought about it for years, but I want everything to be perfect when we do get married, so it's still yet to come. I'm hoping in a couple years, though with the price of graduate school, I'm not sure.”
“You worry too much about making everything perfect. Considering how much you two love each other, just do what you can and I'm sure she'd love it.”
Hisao was about to respond to that, but a rock stuck him in the back of his head. He whirled around “What the hell?” He glanced at three teenagers who were grabbing stone off the sidewalk and hurling them in his general direction.
“Just ignore it,” Shizune responded, “We're almost at the station.”
“Ignore it? They just threw-”
“Yes, I know. We need to go.”
Hisao nodded and ran off again. “Is it like this all over the US?”
“Not in every part. Generally, older people tend to hate mutants, younger people are more of a mixed bag. Florida is a major destination for elderly folks and their families, so it's less tolerant than say... California. Or Michigan. Or most of New England. It's getting better, slowly. Ten years ago your typical mutant was likely as not to be stoned to death by an angry mob. Now they can at least walk the streets with a fair degree of safety. There are still issues that come up though. Remember that Civil War fiasco a few years back?”
Hisao shook his head, “Not really. I don't really pay attention to foreign politics.”
“The US government tried to make people with powers register their abilities with the government. And would imprison without trial anyone who didn't. The superheros didn't take kindly to that and went on strike. Support for registration dropped off pretty quickly when people realized how badly they depended on the metas. Seattle getting destroyed was a pretty big wake up call.”
“I remember that part. HYDRA attack, wasn't it?”
“Actually it was Leviathan. News media got it wrong, similar organization, but manned by soviets instead of Neo-Nazis. But yeah, fifty thousand dead, many more injured, billions of dollars worth of property damage, I'm sure you recall everything that happened afterward.”
Hisao nodded, “International outpouring of aid, declaration of a state of emergency in Washington state, arguments for tighter security measures... I recall that much. It was like 9/11 all over again.”
Shizune nodded, “That killed the act faster than you can say “Senator Kelly.” Was repelled within days and nobody has touched the issue since. Thank god. When we get home, look up Rachel Summer's file. She was from a timeline where things didn't turn out nearly as well. Ah here we are. Can you put up a illusion to make us appear in our civilian clothes?”
Hisao focused briefly. For the life of him, he couldn't think of anything except the school uniforms they worse back on campus. He tried for a moment to conjure up something else, but soon decided it would suffice. “Think I've got it.”
“Good.” Shizune thought and walked into the station. Hisao followed. Then Shizune paused at the large train schedule posted on the board. “Crap.” she thought.
“What?” Hisao thought back.
“The only train to Orlando left several hours ago.”
Hisao winced. “Plan B then.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. In slightly accented English, he said to the person on the other end, “Yes, connect me with a cab company.” There was a short pause “Yes, we're at the Amtrak station. I need to hire you to get me and friend to Orlando. And fast.”
He turned to Shizune and switched back to Japanese“They're on their way.”
“Whose on their way? I don't read English well.”
“Cab company,” Hisao paused “You mean those glasses don't have a translator? I would have thought that'd be an obvious thing to include.”
“No,” Shizune responded, “Most of the X-men have any and all relevant languages telepathically inserted into their head, but Psylocke hadn't been able to find the time yet.”
Hisao shrugged “I could try. With English at least. I mean, I took it out of Psylocke's head, it shouldn't be that hard to insert it into someone else's.”
Shizune thought for a moment. “Can you manage it before the cab gets here?”
“Well, I inserted my vision centers into Lilly's head in just a few minutes, so probably.”
“Go ahead then.”
Hisao closed his eyes and focused inward. Reaching into his temporal lobe, he isolated the relevant parts of Broca's area and Wernicke's that dealt with English and took a hold of them. Then, reaching out he found Shizune. As he entered her mind, he sensed it, to his surprise, as a distorted view of Yamaku. Looking inward he could sense regions dealing with her dorm room, the library, and most especially the student council office, which was much larger than it had been in reality and was filled with a series of board games, with unusual titles such as “Get term paper done,” “Beat danger room simulation,” “Make out with Misha.” Hisao chuckled slightly at the last one.
He eventually sensed the relevant locations, and inserted the information, then exited. “I think I'm getting pretty good at this.” he remarked.
“I can tell.” Shizune replied, “Thanks. I owe you one.”
“So, I guess your experiences at Yamaku made quite the impression on you.”
Shizune looked at him, somewhat surprised. “Yes, but what made you say that?”
Hisao shrugged. “My telepathy can work in a number of ways. I can hear thoughts, I can analyze parts of people's brains, and I can enter what I call a “mindscape.” It's a sort of semi-phyisical representation of a person's psyche and everybody's is different. Lilly's is a old house in the country, Hanako's is a nearly empty library. Yours is made up of locations in Yamaku.”
Shizune looked at him, apparently intrigued. “Really? That's interesting. Psylocke never mentioned anything like that. Do you always get it when you enter people's minds?”
Hisao shook his head, “No, only if I go in really deeply. And I don't usually do that unless there’s a good reason. It's a bit invasive.”
Shizune tensed slightly, “See anything untoward in there?”
Hisao grinned, “Would I be looking for something like that? Nah, it was pretty much what I expected. Sex toys and bondage magazines.”
“What?” Shizune thought, her mind in shock.
“Kidding kidding. Board game,s actually. Lots of board games.” Hisao chuckled slightly.
Shizune visibly relaxed at that. At that moment, a cab pulled up. The door opened and the two climbed in the back.
“X-men, huh?” The driver, a heavily muscled man with a tattoo of a guitar on his right elbow, said, “Don't see many of those taking cabs these days.”
“Ah geeze,” Hisao stated, realizing he had dropped the illusion to work on Shizune's mind.
“It's fine. Just fine,” The man responded, “I like dem X-men. One of dem, that white haired chick? Saved ma wife a few years back. She was on a trip in new york during an attack by some a dem aliens that look like giant insects wit' eyeballs big as dinner plates. Nearly got eat'n by one. That girl managed to shoot some kinda lightning out of her hands or something. Cooked em like a duck ona spit.”
Hisao was somewhat surprised he could understand the man as easily as he was, even with his knowledge of English. “How fast can you get to Tampa? One of my friends is in dire danger.”
“Bout two hours. Name's Mac, by da way. Nice ta meet ya.” The taxi drove off.
“Lucked out there.” Shizune thought to Hisao. “Next time, keep the illusion up,”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Hisao thought back.
“You know, it's nice to be able to communicate with someone without an interpreter. I mean, I love Misha to pieces, but I really wish I didn't have to rely on her so much.”
Hisao nodded, “I can guess it's a real drag.”
“Yeah. I mean, Wolverine is also good at sign language, but he's not always on base. Psylocke's a telepath, but she and I just don't have very much in common. We basically talk about the mission and that's it. Armor still hasn't learned sign, and X-23.... She's an odd case.”
“How so?”
“She's had very little experience with the world that isn't related to killing people.” Shizune answered “And due to the way she was brought up, she doesn't understand emotion like most people do. Rather than getting it naturally, on instinct, she has to learn most of it the same way most people would learn a language or talent. It's like she autistic, in a way.”
“Really? She seems pretty normal to me.” Hisao thought for a moment about pointing out Shizune didn't have the greatest grasp of emotion either, but decided against it.
“She's worked hard. And she's still working hard. Misha and I have actually been helping her learn that sort of thing, but she still doesn't always get it. For example, but she's rather blunt in saying things. Also, she doesn't really like getting close to people, most likely because she's lost everyone she allowed herself to open up to.”
“I see..” Hisao paused, “I don't suppose I could help?”
Shizune shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, out of everyone on the team, you have the biggest heart. If she ever decides to open up, I think you could be what she needs. You're kind, compassionate, extremely hard to hurt and you will go through hell for your friends. She could use someone like you.”
“Biggest heart?” Hisao asked.
“Of course.” Shizune responded.
Hisao opened his mouth to object, but a voice from the front interrupted him.
“Yer a quiet couple.” Mac stated.;
“Uh, sorry about that.” Hisao replied. “We were just thinking to each other.”
“Thinkin huh? So yer a telepath? What's your friends power?”
“Uh, flight and energy blasts. And we're both pretty hard to hurt.”
“Ah, nice. If I ever had a powa, I'd want teleporation. Would make it so easy to get anywhere.”
“I know the feeling” Hisao replied.
“What's yer names?”
“Well, I'm uh, Mentat. She's Voidstar.”
“Mentat? Yer a Dune fan?”
“Yeah, it was a really good book. Loved the bit about how spice makes the human mind as powerful as a computer.”
“I know, right? Programmin can't do shit compared to a guy on drugs. Read sci-fi a lot?'
Hisao nodded, “Yeah, it's one of my favorite genres. I read pretty much every sci-fi book in my high school library over the course of around six months.”
“What's yer favorite?”
Hisao paused for a moment. “Hard to choose. I really liked Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. First four books at least. Last one left a sour taste in my mouth.”
“Ya heard there's a sixth now, right?”
Hisao blinked “But Douglas Adams died years ago.”
“It got taken over by that dude who wrote Artimus Fowl. Eoin Colfer.”
“Seriously? I'm going to look into that. Got any other recommendations?”
One hour, forty five minutes, and sixty books titles later....
“Dis where ya wanted to go?” Mac asked,
Hisao glanced at Shizune, who nodded. “Yeah, this is the place.” he said to the driver. He sighed and reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I am really sorry about this, but well... I only have foreign currency. Here's three ten thousand yen notes, combined they're worth around four hundred dollars. I hope that will be sufficient.”
“Ah, ya from Japan?”
Hisao nodded, “Yeah. It's a long story.”
“Neva woulda guessed. Your English is damn good. Long way from home, I take it?”
“Yeah.”
“And someone's life is on de line?”
“Very much so.”
Mac nodded, “Tell ya what, I'll let you take this ride for free. Call it repayment for saving ma wife.”
Hisao blinked, “Thank you. That really helps.”
“No problam.”
Hisao turned to Shizune, “We'd better hurry.”
Shizune nodded and the two got out of the car and walked up to the building. Shizune turned to Hisao “According to the schedule, Cheney should have just finished a little while ago. If we get backstage, we can probably meet her there.”
Hisao nodded and the two entered the amphitheater. Hisao immediately winced at the loud noise emanating from beyond the food court.
“Something wrong?” Shizune asked.
“Just the volume.” Hisao thought back “I'll be fine.” He concentrated slightly and probed the minds of people around him. “Ok, from what I can tell the best way to get backstage is this way.”
He set off walking down a dark passage and climbed over a gate stating “No admittance.” A few minutes later he noticed light coming from a side corridor.
“Hey, you can't come in here.” A voice said, and Hisao looked up to see a giant man with muscles the size of dumbbells blocking the doorway. The man then blinked at him. “More of you?”
“It's very important.” Hisao said. He then reached out into the man's mind and thought to him “Let us in.”
The man blinked and shrugged, then stood aside.
“What do you think he meant, “more of you”?” he thought to Shizune.
“I can think of a few possibilities, none of them particularly good.” She responded.
“I hope it doesn't mean-” Hisao rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Figured you'd show up here.” A familiar British voice replied.
In the room was Lila Cheney. Also in the room were Misha, Nate Grey, Armor, X-23, and Psylocke.
It was at that moment Hisao realized his luck had just ran out.
As Hisao bailed out of one of the world's most advanced aircrafts and quickly achieved free fall, he realized he really should have thought this out better. Typically a fall at terminal veloctiy would shatter every bones in a persons' body and reduce their muscles to smears on the ground they landed on. While Hisao had a healing factor, he had no idea whether it would be able to compensate for the damage. And if it didn't, he would die yes, but more importantly Hanako would too. Die or lose herself completely. A bigger problem was that even providing his healing factor allowed him to survive the fall, he had no way to getting back to Japan and delivering the life seed. While he could speak English thanks to his blunt attempt at copying the language out of Psylocke's head, he had no papers, no American money, and minimal knowledge of the area. Unfortunately, his options had been extremely limited, and truth be told, this was probably the only way he had even the slightest chance of saving his friend. There was no way he could take Besty on in a fight, that much was clear. She had years more experience than he ever did. If he had waited any longer, the plane would have gotten to Xavier's and he wouldn't just be facing Psylocke, but every other telepath the X-men had on staff. No, this had been the best of a series of really bad options. Really bad options.
“Dear lord, what have I gotten myself into...” he thought to himself, “Ok, so the Blackbird cruises at 20,000 meters and terminal velocity for a human is roughly 187 km/hour, so that means I have a little under seven minutes to come up with an exceedingly brilliant plan and put it into execution. Come on Hisao, think.”
As he plummeted, a small city on the distant ground grew larger and larger. As the city grew, Hisao felt a sharp pain in his chest. Focusing, he breathed heavily, trying to will it to subside. It got worse and worse however, and it felt like his body was going numb. The pain clouded his vision and he blanked out. Then the healing factor asserted itself and the pain subsided, only for the ground to be moments away. Hisao let out a strangled choke, and then suddenly felt arms grab him around the waist.
“Hisao, have you lost your mind entirely?” Shizune's thoughts entered his mind. “That is quite possibly the stupidest thing I have seen anyone do in my entire life. I mean, seriously, a fall from this height would have caused your body to be split into dozens of pieces, and healing factor or no healing factor, you would have DIED! What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time” Hisao thought back, “I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help Hanako, and right now that involves getting away from the X-men.”
“I want to help Hanako too, but there's a difference between being determined and being completely obtuse!” Her thoughts were extremely irate. “Do you have any idea how lucky you were I was able to find you? Trying to locate a human at the distance between me and you is like locating a needle in a haystack!
Shizune guided their decent and they landed in an alleyway.
“Alright, so it wasn't the greatest idea,” Hisao thought back, “But it worked. At the rate we were traveling, they'll probably be several states away by now.”
“Yes, but you know as well as I do that Betsy won't rest until she has the life seed and uses it on Angel. We've got to get back to Japan. Fast.” Shizune shook her head.
“I assume you have a plan?” Hisao asked mentally.
“Of course, I'm just nailing down the details.”
“So you don't have a plan.”
“Not what I said at all. I'm running down all the unaffiliated teleporters I've learned of and trying to figure whether they'll be nearby.” Shizune gave him a cross look. “Which is more than you did. You just jumped out of an airplane and hoped for the best.” She scanned around “First order of business is to determine where we are.”
The two of them walked out into a busy street. Hisao took a brief glance into a passerby's head.
“Orlando, Florida.” he thought to Shizune.
“Damnit.” she replied “Not exactly metahuman central. Still, better than, say, New Mexico. I mean, the only metahuman to come out of that armpit of a state was that Firebird girl. No, wait, I guess there was Portal. And those losers the West Coast Avengers faced a few years back.”
“Firebird? Like...Pheonix?”
“What? No! Hispanic woman, christian missionary, truly immortal as far as anyone has been able to tell... Am I the only person who reads the files?”
“I've been working my way through them, there's just a lot to go through.”
Shizune shook her head, “You need to read them. If you're going to join on these missions, you need to be prepared. I know Misha is... how she usually is with that sort of thing, but you're hardworking. And smart. You could be a damn fine X-man.”
Hisao shook his head, “This is just a one time thing. Soon as Hanako's better, I'm returning to my studies.”
“Do you really think the supervillians of this world will leave you alone? Trouble always follows whenever a metahumans around. Move cities, they follow. Change countries, new villains pop up there. Hid on a mountaintop as a monk, still can't shake them. Especially considering Lilly.”
“What about Lilly?” Hisao asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.
“She has a file, and in Psylocke noted that her potential is on the cosmic level. Think Pheonix or Molecule Man and you won't be too far off. Once word gets out, and trust me, it will, everyone and their brother is going to want a piece of her.”
Hisao gave a funny look “First of all, how did Psylocke even determine that? Second, if she's that powerful, wouldn't she be able to take down almost anyone who tried to hurt her?”
Shizune shook her head, “To answer the first, she did some telepathic scans from a distance.”
“She spied on me?”
“She's a ninja, what do you expect? Anyway, as for the second, having power is one thing but knowing how to use it is something completely different. Mimic has all the power of the five original X-men, and yet he gets his ass kicked on a regular basis. But to my original point...” she paced around, trying to concentrate. “Cloak's in New York, Magik is too close with the X-men, Trevor might work, do you have his number?”
Hisao paused, “No, but Hanako would.” he pulled out his phone and dialed, then immediately closed it “Line's dead.” he replied, a tint of worry creeping into his thoughts.
Shizune shook her head. “Dammit.” she thought.
“You sound a lot different thinking to me than when you sign through Misha.” Hisao remarked.
“What do you mean?” Shizune asked
“Well, before you were a lot more formal, less causal. I don't know why there’s the difference.” Hisao shrugged.
“Because thoughts are communicated differently than hand signals. But thats not important right now. Who else might help...Hub would work, but I don't know how to get in touch with her. Kestrel's dead, No idea where Blink is, last I heard she was trying to take down Apocalypse's descendants, Portal's MIA, Quasar's in another galaxy...Ahha!” Shizune grabbed her phone and touched a couple buttons.
“You know someone?”
“Yes, I think so... Perfect.” She held up the screen to Hisao.
Disasterplex.
With Iron Maiden, In This Moment, and Special Star Lila Cheney.
Hisao gave Shizune a funny look, “How is a rock concert supposed to help?”
Shizune rolled her eyes. “Lila Cheney is an intergalactic teleporter as well as a musician. She has minimal connections with most of the X-men, and she's giving a concert in Tampa tonight.”
“Tampa? That's a hundred miles away.” Hisao said, trying to work out the logistics of such a trip in his head.
“If we get on the train now, we should be able to get there towards the end of the concert. C'mon, we better hurry.”
“Which train?”
“Silver Star.” Shizune tapped her phone a few more times. “We need to head south by about a mile and a half.I assume you don't have any money?”
“Just yen. I didn't expect to be in America.”
“Neither did I. You'll have to telepathically convince the driver to let us on.”
Hisao winced, “Isn't there some other way?”
“I could fly us, but that would take several times a long. And you'd be held by your armpits the entire way. From what Misha told me, it's pretty uncomfortable.”
“Fair enough. Alright. Lets go.”
Shizune nodded and sprinted off down New York Avenue. Hisao followed, panting slightly. As they ran, Hisao noticed that most of the people on the sidewalk seemed to be giving them a wide birth, as if they were deliberately avoiding the two of them.
After a few blocks, Shizune glanced back, “Doing all right?”
“I'm fine. When we get back, remind me to thank Emi for getting on my case about my physical condition. I owe her big time....Why is everyone avoiding us? This street is crowded yet everyone-”
“Anti-mutant prejudice.”
Hisao gave Shizune a funny look, “But we're not mutants.”
Shizune shook her head and motioned to her uniform.“We're with the X-men. To most people, the two are synonymous. And America isn't as...liberal... about mutants as Japan is. Not just mutants, either. Remember that most of the states still haven't legalized same-sex marriage. It's a fairly backwards nation socially.”
“Uh, Japan hasn't either.”
“Not yet, but according to Psylocke. it will be legalized within the next six years. I'm not waiting though. Misha and I will be heading to Canada to tie the knot within the year.”
Hisao blinked “You're moving to Canada?”
“No, but the ceremony will be performed there. We'll still live in Japan, primarily, though we might take extended trips to other branches of the X-corp. Singapore, Mumbai, London, Paris... I've always wanted to see Paris. Speaking of which, when are you going to propose?”
Hisao's face flushed. “Soon I hope. Unfortunately trying to afford a wedding is...difficult. Especially on a student budget. Believe me, I've thought about it for years, but I want everything to be perfect when we do get married, so it's still yet to come. I'm hoping in a couple years, though with the price of graduate school, I'm not sure.”
“You worry too much about making everything perfect. Considering how much you two love each other, just do what you can and I'm sure she'd love it.”
Hisao was about to respond to that, but a rock stuck him in the back of his head. He whirled around “What the hell?” He glanced at three teenagers who were grabbing stone off the sidewalk and hurling them in his general direction.
“Just ignore it,” Shizune responded, “We're almost at the station.”
“Ignore it? They just threw-”
“Yes, I know. We need to go.”
Hisao nodded and ran off again. “Is it like this all over the US?”
“Not in every part. Generally, older people tend to hate mutants, younger people are more of a mixed bag. Florida is a major destination for elderly folks and their families, so it's less tolerant than say... California. Or Michigan. Or most of New England. It's getting better, slowly. Ten years ago your typical mutant was likely as not to be stoned to death by an angry mob. Now they can at least walk the streets with a fair degree of safety. There are still issues that come up though. Remember that Civil War fiasco a few years back?”
Hisao shook his head, “Not really. I don't really pay attention to foreign politics.”
“The US government tried to make people with powers register their abilities with the government. And would imprison without trial anyone who didn't. The superheros didn't take kindly to that and went on strike. Support for registration dropped off pretty quickly when people realized how badly they depended on the metas. Seattle getting destroyed was a pretty big wake up call.”
“I remember that part. HYDRA attack, wasn't it?”
“Actually it was Leviathan. News media got it wrong, similar organization, but manned by soviets instead of Neo-Nazis. But yeah, fifty thousand dead, many more injured, billions of dollars worth of property damage, I'm sure you recall everything that happened afterward.”
Hisao nodded, “International outpouring of aid, declaration of a state of emergency in Washington state, arguments for tighter security measures... I recall that much. It was like 9/11 all over again.”
Shizune nodded, “That killed the act faster than you can say “Senator Kelly.” Was repelled within days and nobody has touched the issue since. Thank god. When we get home, look up Rachel Summer's file. She was from a timeline where things didn't turn out nearly as well. Ah here we are. Can you put up a illusion to make us appear in our civilian clothes?”
Hisao focused briefly. For the life of him, he couldn't think of anything except the school uniforms they worse back on campus. He tried for a moment to conjure up something else, but soon decided it would suffice. “Think I've got it.”
“Good.” Shizune thought and walked into the station. Hisao followed. Then Shizune paused at the large train schedule posted on the board. “Crap.” she thought.
“What?” Hisao thought back.
“The only train to Orlando left several hours ago.”
Hisao winced. “Plan B then.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. In slightly accented English, he said to the person on the other end, “Yes, connect me with a cab company.” There was a short pause “Yes, we're at the Amtrak station. I need to hire you to get me and friend to Orlando. And fast.”
He turned to Shizune and switched back to Japanese“They're on their way.”
“Whose on their way? I don't read English well.”
“Cab company,” Hisao paused “You mean those glasses don't have a translator? I would have thought that'd be an obvious thing to include.”
“No,” Shizune responded, “Most of the X-men have any and all relevant languages telepathically inserted into their head, but Psylocke hadn't been able to find the time yet.”
Hisao shrugged “I could try. With English at least. I mean, I took it out of Psylocke's head, it shouldn't be that hard to insert it into someone else's.”
Shizune thought for a moment. “Can you manage it before the cab gets here?”
“Well, I inserted my vision centers into Lilly's head in just a few minutes, so probably.”
“Go ahead then.”
Hisao closed his eyes and focused inward. Reaching into his temporal lobe, he isolated the relevant parts of Broca's area and Wernicke's that dealt with English and took a hold of them. Then, reaching out he found Shizune. As he entered her mind, he sensed it, to his surprise, as a distorted view of Yamaku. Looking inward he could sense regions dealing with her dorm room, the library, and most especially the student council office, which was much larger than it had been in reality and was filled with a series of board games, with unusual titles such as “Get term paper done,” “Beat danger room simulation,” “Make out with Misha.” Hisao chuckled slightly at the last one.
He eventually sensed the relevant locations, and inserted the information, then exited. “I think I'm getting pretty good at this.” he remarked.
“I can tell.” Shizune replied, “Thanks. I owe you one.”
“So, I guess your experiences at Yamaku made quite the impression on you.”
Shizune looked at him, somewhat surprised. “Yes, but what made you say that?”
Hisao shrugged. “My telepathy can work in a number of ways. I can hear thoughts, I can analyze parts of people's brains, and I can enter what I call a “mindscape.” It's a sort of semi-phyisical representation of a person's psyche and everybody's is different. Lilly's is a old house in the country, Hanako's is a nearly empty library. Yours is made up of locations in Yamaku.”
Shizune looked at him, apparently intrigued. “Really? That's interesting. Psylocke never mentioned anything like that. Do you always get it when you enter people's minds?”
Hisao shook his head, “No, only if I go in really deeply. And I don't usually do that unless there’s a good reason. It's a bit invasive.”
Shizune tensed slightly, “See anything untoward in there?”
Hisao grinned, “Would I be looking for something like that? Nah, it was pretty much what I expected. Sex toys and bondage magazines.”
“What?” Shizune thought, her mind in shock.
“Kidding kidding. Board game,s actually. Lots of board games.” Hisao chuckled slightly.
Shizune visibly relaxed at that. At that moment, a cab pulled up. The door opened and the two climbed in the back.
“X-men, huh?” The driver, a heavily muscled man with a tattoo of a guitar on his right elbow, said, “Don't see many of those taking cabs these days.”
“Ah geeze,” Hisao stated, realizing he had dropped the illusion to work on Shizune's mind.
“It's fine. Just fine,” The man responded, “I like dem X-men. One of dem, that white haired chick? Saved ma wife a few years back. She was on a trip in new york during an attack by some a dem aliens that look like giant insects wit' eyeballs big as dinner plates. Nearly got eat'n by one. That girl managed to shoot some kinda lightning out of her hands or something. Cooked em like a duck ona spit.”
Hisao was somewhat surprised he could understand the man as easily as he was, even with his knowledge of English. “How fast can you get to Tampa? One of my friends is in dire danger.”
“Bout two hours. Name's Mac, by da way. Nice ta meet ya.” The taxi drove off.
“Lucked out there.” Shizune thought to Hisao. “Next time, keep the illusion up,”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Hisao thought back.
“You know, it's nice to be able to communicate with someone without an interpreter. I mean, I love Misha to pieces, but I really wish I didn't have to rely on her so much.”
Hisao nodded, “I can guess it's a real drag.”
“Yeah. I mean, Wolverine is also good at sign language, but he's not always on base. Psylocke's a telepath, but she and I just don't have very much in common. We basically talk about the mission and that's it. Armor still hasn't learned sign, and X-23.... She's an odd case.”
“How so?”
“She's had very little experience with the world that isn't related to killing people.” Shizune answered “And due to the way she was brought up, she doesn't understand emotion like most people do. Rather than getting it naturally, on instinct, she has to learn most of it the same way most people would learn a language or talent. It's like she autistic, in a way.”
“Really? She seems pretty normal to me.” Hisao thought for a moment about pointing out Shizune didn't have the greatest grasp of emotion either, but decided against it.
“She's worked hard. And she's still working hard. Misha and I have actually been helping her learn that sort of thing, but she still doesn't always get it. For example, but she's rather blunt in saying things. Also, she doesn't really like getting close to people, most likely because she's lost everyone she allowed herself to open up to.”
“I see..” Hisao paused, “I don't suppose I could help?”
Shizune shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, out of everyone on the team, you have the biggest heart. If she ever decides to open up, I think you could be what she needs. You're kind, compassionate, extremely hard to hurt and you will go through hell for your friends. She could use someone like you.”
“Biggest heart?” Hisao asked.
“Of course.” Shizune responded.
Hisao opened his mouth to object, but a voice from the front interrupted him.
“Yer a quiet couple.” Mac stated.;
“Uh, sorry about that.” Hisao replied. “We were just thinking to each other.”
“Thinkin huh? So yer a telepath? What's your friends power?”
“Uh, flight and energy blasts. And we're both pretty hard to hurt.”
“Ah, nice. If I ever had a powa, I'd want teleporation. Would make it so easy to get anywhere.”
“I know the feeling” Hisao replied.
“What's yer names?”
“Well, I'm uh, Mentat. She's Voidstar.”
“Mentat? Yer a Dune fan?”
“Yeah, it was a really good book. Loved the bit about how spice makes the human mind as powerful as a computer.”
“I know, right? Programmin can't do shit compared to a guy on drugs. Read sci-fi a lot?'
Hisao nodded, “Yeah, it's one of my favorite genres. I read pretty much every sci-fi book in my high school library over the course of around six months.”
“What's yer favorite?”
Hisao paused for a moment. “Hard to choose. I really liked Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. First four books at least. Last one left a sour taste in my mouth.”
“Ya heard there's a sixth now, right?”
Hisao blinked “But Douglas Adams died years ago.”
“It got taken over by that dude who wrote Artimus Fowl. Eoin Colfer.”
“Seriously? I'm going to look into that. Got any other recommendations?”
One hour, forty five minutes, and sixty books titles later....
“Dis where ya wanted to go?” Mac asked,
Hisao glanced at Shizune, who nodded. “Yeah, this is the place.” he said to the driver. He sighed and reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “I am really sorry about this, but well... I only have foreign currency. Here's three ten thousand yen notes, combined they're worth around four hundred dollars. I hope that will be sufficient.”
“Ah, ya from Japan?”
Hisao nodded, “Yeah. It's a long story.”
“Neva woulda guessed. Your English is damn good. Long way from home, I take it?”
“Yeah.”
“And someone's life is on de line?”
“Very much so.”
Mac nodded, “Tell ya what, I'll let you take this ride for free. Call it repayment for saving ma wife.”
Hisao blinked, “Thank you. That really helps.”
“No problam.”
Hisao turned to Shizune, “We'd better hurry.”
Shizune nodded and the two got out of the car and walked up to the building. Shizune turned to Hisao “According to the schedule, Cheney should have just finished a little while ago. If we get backstage, we can probably meet her there.”
Hisao nodded and the two entered the amphitheater. Hisao immediately winced at the loud noise emanating from beyond the food court.
“Something wrong?” Shizune asked.
“Just the volume.” Hisao thought back “I'll be fine.” He concentrated slightly and probed the minds of people around him. “Ok, from what I can tell the best way to get backstage is this way.”
He set off walking down a dark passage and climbed over a gate stating “No admittance.” A few minutes later he noticed light coming from a side corridor.
“Hey, you can't come in here.” A voice said, and Hisao looked up to see a giant man with muscles the size of dumbbells blocking the doorway. The man then blinked at him. “More of you?”
“It's very important.” Hisao said. He then reached out into the man's mind and thought to him “Let us in.”
The man blinked and shrugged, then stood aside.
“What do you think he meant, “more of you”?” he thought to Shizune.
“I can think of a few possibilities, none of them particularly good.” She responded.
“I hope it doesn't mean-” Hisao rounded a corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Figured you'd show up here.” A familiar British voice replied.
In the room was Lila Cheney. Also in the room were Misha, Nate Grey, Armor, X-23, and Psylocke.
It was at that moment Hisao realized his luck had just ran out.