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The Occultist, Ch03: Realisations

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The Guild of Gamers: The Occult

Chapter 03: Realisations

It's good to be back in my natural habitat, leaning against the bar of the nightclub as I sip my drink, looking around with an imperceptible frown.

But it's reminded me of the harsh reality I've found myself in, a rude awakening to my current situation.

I'm getting attention, of course, I'm incredibly handsome and naturally charming, I could have basically any of the girls in this club, and half the guys if I felt inclined.

But it's different here, I'm not a celebrity, I'm not a superstar, I'm just some hot guy drinking alone.

It's a very unwelcome situation, and it's made me realise the truth I've been ignoring.

My plan to join up with one of the groups has a slight issue.

I'm a nobody, at least at the moment. 

I have decent powers but in the grand scale of things, I'm still small-time in the cape world.

Sure, the PRT would take me in, but I'd be bargaining from a weaker position than I'm comfortable with.

I haven't auditioned for anything in years, people came to me to beg me to take part in whatever project they had in mind.

Faultline might take me in, as a pity project, but I've got a glimpse of Gregor while I was carousing with the locals, and he is disgusting. The pictures were far too generous of that translucent slime of a man.

I am nobody's charity case, and I will not work with such an abomination. 

The Empire would be unlikely to forgive my little mistake while I'm so weak, and more importantly…

I'm still learning about the movers and shakers of Brockton, and there's one called Purity out there trying to play hero… and having a lot of trouble because she used to be Kaiser's heavy hitter.

That Nazi tag doesn't come out in the wash, even if I joined the Empire, dropping them later would be problematic because America really hates Nazis.

If I get painted with that blackened brush, it will take a lot to wipe it clean, too much to be worth the effort.

The PRT is my best bet, but once again I'm too weak. I don't want to come to them, tail tucked between my legs, I want them to come to me on bended knee and beg me to join their failing little organisation.

Their reputation is far from good, they're incompetent and corrupt, but that just makes it a better place for me to thrive.

As a hero, regaining my superstar status will be far easier than if I join a group of mediocre mercenaries or loathed Nazis. 

So, first things first.

I need power because powerful capes are in very high demand. Perhaps as my fame grows, another group will give me a better option.

And how should I gain power? By acting like a vampire of course. I gained a hint of power from drinking deeply of Shadow Stalker, but I want more.

I want to find out what happens if I drain a cape completely, down to the last scarlet drop, I want to see what power I can claim for myself.

So, who to feed upon?

Brockton Bay has a lot of capes, but I need ones that won't be overly missed. Capes die all the time in this city. I've seen the statistics on how long the average cape lasts without joining up with an organisation, so making someone disappear shouldn't be overly hard.

Quest Started

[Diablerie: The Ultimate Feast]

Objective: Drain a Cape

Optional Objective: Drain three capes 

Reward: ???, ???, ???

Oh? How interesting.

Taking another sip of my drink, I consider my options carefully.

The PRT capes are immediately out, I don't need that heat this early on but… just about everyone else is on the table.

I should start with someone independent. I want to do this cleanly and I don't need them calling for reinforcements, as much as I'm tempted to go for another bite of the Neo-Nazi girl, Rune.

Shaking my head, I take another look around the club, plans forming in the back of my head.

But it's my first night out in my new world, and I can think more about who I am hunting first tomorrow.

There are plenty of beautiful women here, but as I survey the room I find the most interesting person in the room.

She might not be the sexiest woman around, dressed rather conservatively for the club, denim jeans and a white t-shirt standing out against the tiny dresses and mini-skirts.

Like me, she's clearly here alone as she stands over to one side, somewhat awkwardly, giving me the feeling she isn't exactly a regular clubber.

She's gathering attention as well, and while she clearly knows how to handle the spotlight, she seems a bit distracted.

She's cute, very girl-next-door, with soft blonde hair and cute brown eyes as I catch her gaze, giving her a warm smile.

Awe and my natural looks work together as she blushes slightly, looking away for a moment. After a moment, she looks my way again and gives me a soft smile.

She's probably in her early twenties at the most, maybe nineteen if I had to guess an actual age.

Gliding through the club, I prowl towards my prey as her eyes widen ever so slightly before she smiles hesitantly.

Time to get to work.

As I introduce myself, I hide a curious frown as I breathe in. She smells wonderful, but there's something oddly familiar under her perfume. 

— Later —

Annie, as I've learnt she is called, isn't the type of girl to put out on a first date, let alone have a one-night stand with a stranger.

She arches her back as she grips her bedsheets, our clothes scattered around her nice apartment as I thrust into her tight slit.

She's not the type, but even as sober as she was (only drinking soda at a nightclub), seducing her wasn't a real challenge for me.

My old PR manager was both happily married and a lesbian, and it didn't take long before she was giving me a blowjob before every interview she arranged.

I get the feeling she's trying to take her mind off something, and I'm a welcome distraction as her legs wrap around my waist.

Her nails dig into my back, leaving small scratches as she begs me for more.

I've told her that I'll need to leave very early for work, my excuse for why I need to be gone long before the sun rises, so we're making the most of the night.

Capturing her lips, I have to appreciate the enhanced senses being a vampire gives me, her sweet natural taste mixed with the lemonade she was drinking on my tongue.

Her scent still stands out to me, something about it is driving me mad, and I can't quite work out why as I enhance my sense of smell, picking the familiar smell up over her perfume and the scent of sex.

As my climax approaches, I start to speed up as I truly pound Annie into her bed, the frame creaking slightly under the force of my thrusts. 

Annie herself had cum three times so far, I must be rusty.

"P-pull out," Annie says, her mind not completely lost to pleasure as she realises I'm about to cum, and despite my reluctance to pull out of her tight, hot pussy I decide to play nice as I do as she asks, her legs unwrapping from my waist.

Annie rewards my kindness, maneuvering me to lie down as she takes my cock between her lips, making eye contact as she slowly sucks my cock.

She's inexperienced, I doubt she's a virgin but she's also no expert, but it's enjoyable enough to push me over the edge as I grip her hair.

Her eyes widen slightly as my seed starts to flood her mouth, but she doesn't try to pull back as my hand holds her in place, obediently swallowing the cum as it spurts into her mouth.

Letting go of her hair as my climax comes to an end, I give her a sultry grin.

Before she can even speak, I've moved again and flipped her over, face down into the sweat-drenched sheets as I sheathe myself inside her once more, making her gasp as she realises I've very much not gone soft.

"You didn't think I'd be satisfied with only a single climax, did you?" I whisper into her ear, kissing her neck as I resist the urge to bite.

— Rebecca Anne January (Starlight) —

Waking up, she gasped and sat up straight as the memories from last night flooded back.

Her paramour was gone, as he warned that he would be, Alexander was at least nice enough to let her know he'd have to vanish at around 4 a.m.

She wasn't sure what job he had, but she couldn't exactly talk about someone working weird hours given her own job, as heroism wasn't great for your sleep schedule.

She shouldn't have listened to Crystal, going clubbing on her own was a mistake, but her cousin had always been a party girl. 

The taste of semen still stuck to her tongue, almost still feeling Alex's talented hands on her body, his cock penetrating her as she closed her eyes.

It was very unlike her to have a one-night stand, and she couldn't even blame it on the drink, but she didn't really regret it.

Her decision to come back to Brockton Bay was already feeling like a mistake, but she wouldn't back down now.

Hearing her father tell her how bad this city was didn't compare to actually moving back to this place, with the highest crime rate in America, where a gang of Nazis were generally seen as the better of the three main gangs.

Getting dressed, she smiled to herself as she found a neatly written note from Alex with his number on it. He was unfairly good looking but she wasn't sure she was down for a repeat. It was nice to forget about her troubles for a night, but she didn't want to pull a civilian into her life.

Setting off, she frowned to herself as she spotted some gang tags in her neighbourhood. She was in the nicer part of the city but even here, clear as day, there were empire tags just brazenly sprayed on the walls.

The Empire Eighty-Eight.

The entire reason she'd come back to the Bay, despite her father's pleas and arguments to not return to this hellish place. 

She didn't believe the public story, that her mother had been killed by some young wannabe gangster who wanted to impress Kaiser, a dumb kid whom Kaiser himself had apparently killed for the crimes.

Fleur was too good of a hero to be killed by some nobody, and she very much didn't believe the report that Fleur had forgotten to lock her front door. Nobody was that careless in the bay, and Jessica had only just unmasked and revealed her identity.

No, something else was going on and while her father might have run away, she wanted to know what really happened, so here she was… in Brockton Bay, Nazi capital of America. 

Arriving at the Rig, she changed into her cape outfit, wondering as she put on her mask what her mother would think of her decision. Aunt Carol certainly didn't approve of her choice to mask up, going against the movement her mother's death had all but ended.

In truth, her identity was barely a secret. Even her cape name, Starlight, was just a flipped version of the name her father had retired from, Lightstar. Her uniform looked very much like her mother's (and Vicky's since they both went for the white and gold theme that her mother used to wear), so chances were, most people had already worked out her identity.

Which likely caused some rumours, since the daughter of Fleur had joined the PRT instead of joining her family in New Wave.

"Ooh, someone got lucky," a voice said, making her pause and turn to where Ethan was already being hit by Jamie. "What? You know I'm right. She's practically glowing, not to mention limping." Ethan (Assault) said, as his wife gave a long-suffering sigh.

"Ignore the idiot," Jamie (Battery) said, making Ethan pout as she smiled. She liked the couple. Ethan could be a bit annoying but he didn't mean any harm, he reminded her of an older Clockblocker. "I didn't know you were coming in today."

"Armsmaster asked me to come in since the Empire is still on high alert after Rune was attacked," Annie explained, their mover being attacked by an unknown cape had certainly kicked the hornet's nest. 

"Fair enough, it's been chaos lately. We had to deal with Stormfront last night, which is always fun," Ethan said, making her frown at the reminder of the Empire's own electrokinetic Alexandria package. "I'm right though, aren't I? You definitely got la-"

Jamie's hand clipped Ethan across the head before he could even finish his question, making her give her fellow heroine a smile.

"Fine, fine. I've got my own patrol to get to, I'll leave you girls to gossip," Assault said with a carefree shrug. "Here's hoping the Empire are taking a day off, I really don't want to play dodge the lightning with Stormfront again."

As Assault walked away, the older woman turned to Annie, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I got laid," Annie admitted, slightly embarrassed as Jamie chuckled. She was pretty good friends with the older cape. To be honest she did kinda want to brag and wasn't dumb enough to tell Crystal or Vicky, the teasing would be apocalyptic.

"You know, when I said you needed to take some time off and relax that wasn't quite what I had in mind," Jamie deadpanned. "So who was the lucky man?"

"His name is Alexander, I only met him last night," Annie admitted, making Jamie chuckle.

"You slut," Jamie said, clearly teasing. "You going to see him again?"

"I doubt it, he left me his number but dating a civilian is…" Annie trailed off, making Jamie nod understandingly.

"Was he at least hot?" Jamie asked as they walked towards the 'waiting room', basically a place for heroes who were on duty but not on patrol to hang out, waiting until they were needed, so they'd be able to deploy immediately.

"...he's unfairly sexy. I thought he was a model at first, but he works weird hours since he had to disappear at 4 a.m, and he was amazing in bed," Annie admitted, making Jamie chuckle.

"Are you sure you don't want to give him a call? I know dating civilians is risky and complicated but it could be worse, you could end up making the mistake I did and end up with someone like Ethan," Jamie said, making her blink, somewhat shocked at the seriousness in Jamie's tone.

Right up until she heard an 'Oi' come from the doorway, giggling at Ethan's offended expression.

"Do you want Alexander's number, I won't tell Assault if you don't," Annie offered, making Jamie chuckle.

"Okay, okay, I get the message, I'm going," Ethan complained. "Demons, both of you."

Brockton Bay had many, many issues, but at least she got on with most of her fellow heroes.

Even as they joked, she considered Jamie's words but shook her head. She didn't want to put Alex at risk. He seemed nice and didn't deserve to get pulled into her dangerous life. 

– Alexander Shaw –

My list of potential victims is considerable, to say the least.

Brockton Bay has an excess of capes. Heroes, villains, and even a couple of rogues, and while there's risk involved in all of them, it's a level of risk I find acceptable.

I considered going for the 'Undersiders', but their secret boss had me on edge. A shame, as they're small enough for nobody to really care if they disappear.

There's a couple of independent heroes running around the area, Dovetail and Sere, but neither have a specific area they patrol so it'd be down to dumb luck to actually find them.

But then, that's always going to be a problem because what cape would be stupid enough to broadcast where they are?

Oh, right.

— Über —

 

Sitting in his room, he looked over their game collection as he tried to pick the theme for their next stream.

People might expect him and Leet to have some fancy lair with rows of game-related tech and arcade machines or something,but in truth they just lived in an old apartment building in the docks. Leet had built a tinker workshop in the basement of a nearby factory, but his tech had a bad habit of blowing up, so even his workshop wasn't safe to live near.

The Unwritten rules also meant that even if the PRT worked out who they were, and to be honest they probably already had, they wouldn't come for them in their shitty apartment.

Maybe it was that confidence that made him let his guard down. Out of costume he felt safe, like nothing he did as Über would come back to bite him in the ass.

As their pizza arrived, Über paid the delivery driver, not giving a tip because despite their crimes they were consistently broke (tinkering wasn't cheap), calling for Leet to come out of his own room.

He didn't find it strange that Leet failed to answer, leaving one of the pizza boxes on the kitchen side as he took his back to the living room. Leet was either planning his next project or in the middle of a gaming session, but he'd come out of his man cave for food eventually.

Sitting down, he turned on the television and threw on a movie while he ate, living up to their reputation as a pair of joke villains as he failed to notice the figure silently approaching him until the fangs were already in his neck, powerful arms holding him in place as he let out a confused shout.

He focused and used his power to learn a judo throw to try and get his attacker away from him, but the throw was meant to be used on regular humans, and his attacker was unmoved as Über felt his strength draining away.

A cape? But that was against the rules-

Going limp in his attacker's hands, he died in confusion and anger at the unfairness of it all.

— Alexander — 

Über's struggles come to an end, but I keep drinking as I drain his veins dry, feeling his life essence enter me.

Just as I did with his equally stupid friend, who was too busy playing games to even notice me enter his room with a little help from Obfuscate.

These two were ridiculous. 

Finding them wasn't hard because all I had to do was check their last stream, go to the crime scene and follow the scent back home.

How ridiculous, they didn't even seem to have a single defence beyond a weird taser that Leet never even managed to reach. Did they think they were safe because they weren't in costume? Pathetic.

As I keep drinking, it's more than just blood I can feel entering me, draining everything Über ever was, flashes of his memories entering my mind as I consume his very essence.

It's an act of ecstasy, tainted by the low quality of the blood I am drinking. Über was a failure and it almost feels wrong to have his essence within me.

He lived as pathetically as he died, a sad loser whose only source of comfort was the attention of his internet fans. He knew he and Leet were jokes, seen with the same level of respect as Skidmark, but his livestream made him feel important.

He was no star, not like me, just a clown performing for the circus. Honestly, he'd have done far better if he'd just ditched the failure that was Leet and gone solo. 

I made works of art, I won Oscars, he thought driving around hitting prostitutes with baseball bats was peak entertainment.

I've done the world of entertainment a favour by erasing these imbeciles. The world should thank me!

As I finally drain him dry, I let go and step back with a slight sneer. 

Powers Gained

[Über: Tools of the Trade]

While holding an item, you gain mastery in the use of that item.

[Leet: Breakdown]

You have an instinctive understanding of how to sabotage tinkertech, spotting design flaws and weaknesses, knowing exactly how to break them in glorious fashion.

This is the most useful these clowns have ever been, and it gives me an idea.

Leet had something in his room, a weird box that I didn't recognise, he died before he could reach it, but as I enter his room again, stepping over his desiccated corpse I smile.

Leet's tech is good at one thing, failing in spectacular fashion, and examining the box I know exactly what to do to make this weird thing go boom

Big, big, boom.

Moving Über and Leet closer to it, I grab the screwdriver from Leet's desk and jab it into a very specific spot. 

That's all it takes, and I head out- with some haste considering the fuse I've just lit- but I know how long I have until it explodes in spectacular fashion.

I'm long gone when I hear the blast behind me, a purple flash as their apartment building is erased, leaving a smooth crater as everything caught in the blast is disintegrated.

I don't know what Leet thought that box was going to do, the memories I've taken from him were disjointed and muddled, but he had hopes that this one would make the other Tinkers stop treating him like a joke.

Well, he got his wish, his legacy is the large apartment building he just destroyed. 

Heading out into the night, I'm careful to avoid any cameras as I make my escape, my mind focused as my smile grows on my lips.

Both Über and Leet had the same familiar scent I couldn't place from Annie, and it made me remember where I smelt it before.

Rune, Shadowstalker, The Undersiders. 

Capes have a unique smell, there's something about whatever is giving them powers that I can pick up when I have my sense of smell enhanced. It's so very faint, unless I'm actually enhancing my sense of smell, I can't detect it at all but I can use this.

I need to drain three capes, after all. 

So I set out into the night, hunting for my third victim.

— Taylor Hebert —

Waking up, she shuddered as the memories of the locker started to fade from her most recent nightmare, the feeling of countless bugs eating her alive, making her shove her emotions onto her bugs as she paused.

Something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what. Getting out of bed, she noticed that her window was wide open, making a cold sweat come over her.

She had left it open, just a crack, so her bugs could get into her room, but it was pulled open far too much, and it wasn't windy enough for it to have opened by itself.

The cold spring air hit her body as she looked around desperately, her swarm buzzing before she calmed them down.

Her bedroom door was still locked, nothing was out of place, and a quick check under her bed and in her closet showed that there were no monsters waiting for her.

Checking the time, she sighed as she saw that it was 3 a.m. She hadn't been sleeping well these past couple of months, and she headedto the kitchen to get a glass of water.

— Alexander Shaw — 

Cloak of Shadows is very useful, lurking in the corner of the bedroom as the girl I think might be a cape walks out of the room.

I can hear where she's going, the steps down the creaky stairs, the sound of the tap being turned on as I wait, very aware of the unnatural behaviour of the bugs around the house. 

She walks back upstairs, re-entering the bedroom as she sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

As she lays back down, I wait for a moment as I watch her start to fall back to sleep. God, what Twilight bullshit is this? 

No self respecting vampire should be watching a teenage girl sleep, but I want to make sure she's fully back into the arms of Morpheus before I strike.

Maybe it's the bugs that warn her as I move, closing the window first before I move towards the bed, her eyes snapping open as my lunge forwards, one hand covering her mouth as my fangs bite into her neck.

She struggles, but with my body pinning hers she can't actually move me, but that doesn't mean she's defenceless, as bugs seemingly come out of everywhere, battering against the closed window as I feel countless stings and bites on my body.

It's not enough to stop me, with their venom and bites unable to truly affect my inhuman body, and my regeneration boosted by the influx of blood as the skinny girl goes increasingly pale, panicked eyes staring at me as she flails uselessly.

I haven't heard of any bug controllers, so perhaps I got lucky and found a fairly new cape on my travels, her memories flashing through my mind as I take in her essence.

She's far sweeter than those two clowns, a fine red wine compared to the cheap flat soda that was Leet.

Her life goes by in flashes, her mother's death, her best friend's betrayal, the unexpected glimpse of my little Shadow Slut bullying Taylor, ah that's her name.

She wanted to be a hero, preparing a suit in her basement, her father too absent to notice his daughter's changes.

It's easier to take in the memoires this time, less disorienting as Taylor's struggles start to fail, the bugs stopping their assault as they start to scatter, her powers fading.

As Taylor dies, I pull back and smile, not even a drop of blood split as every millilitre of her precious lifeblood is consumed.

Dominate Unlocked

[Dominate, Discipline of Control: Novice]

[Compel]

The vampire can issue a short sentence command to the target.

[Mesmerise]

By holding a target with your gaze you can implant false thoughts or hypnotic suggestions in a target's mind

[Taylor Hebert: Hivemind]

You can share the senses and take control of all ghouls or vampires you have created, and can multitask to an unlimited degree.

Gasping, I shake myself off as I get to work. Grabbing a large Tupperware container from downstairs, I grab the bugs that were within the house, easily tracking them down by the faint sound of their skittering, then the incomplete suit from the basement as her father sleeps away, unaware of what just happened.

It takes some time, but finally I grab Taylor herself as I sneak out of the house, avoiding the streets.

Quest Complete

[Diablerie: The Ultimate Feast]

Objective: Drain a Cape (Complete)

Optional Objective: Drain three capes (Complete)

Reward: Create Ghoul, Fortitude, A Lair

[Create Ghoul]

By willingly feeding a living creature your blood, you can transform them into a ghoul. Ghouls possess great regeneration, strength and speed without the drawback of having the vampire's weaknesses, but they gain an obsessive addiction to the vampire's blood.

[Fortitude, Discipline of Endurance: Novice]

[Resilience]

You become more durable, from all sources of damage.

[Unswayable Mind]

Your mind becomes hard to affect with mind altering powers.

A location fills my mind as the world warps, a gift from my system for my overachieving nature.

It takes some time to get through the city undetected while I'm carrying a body, but before long I'm running through the forests surrounding Brockton Bay as I follow my mental directions.

Arriving in front of a large wrought iron gate, I pull out the key I feel in my pocket and let myself into the estate, looking up at the Victorian style gothic mansion with a growing smile.

Hidden from the outside world by tall stone walls, the mansion is surrounded by an extravagant garden, with a graveyard tucked away in the back adding to the foreboding atmosphere, oil street lamps light the path to the large building as I stroll into my home.

I was going to give you a lair in the sewers or something, but you did just kill the protagonist of this world so I figure it deserves a little more.

Protagonist? Ridiculous, I'm the only protagonist this world needs.

Ha, you might regret that.

Perhaps, we shall see.

Looking around the large, well furnished and candlelit rooms, I smile to myself as I feel truly at home for the first time since I arrived in this world.

Now, where to hide the body of one former protagonist? I hope this place has a suitably dark and gloomy cellar.

— Bonus Scene — 

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♦ Topic: Tinkertech Explosion in the Docks

In: Boards ► Places ► America ► Brockton Bay

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Mar 31st 2011:

For those who didn't see or hear the blast, a large purple explosion went off in the Docks, disintegrating an apartment building and unfortunately, all those inside.

Fatalities are estimated to be around 60-80, as the authorities are still trying to work out who was there at the time, since the blast left no bodies.

This is only theory at the moment, but it's suspected that Über and Leet lived in that apartment building in their civilian identities, and that the blast was not an attack, but one of Leet's devices malfunctioning.

Über and Leet have not been seen since the incident, and they missed their last scheduled livestream.

Another theory is that the ABBs new bomb tinker, Bakuda, was responsible but that is currently seen as unlikely.

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►Deadman

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

Those fucking idiots.

I called it that this would happen eventually, Leet was always dangerous, not because he's powerful but because he's fucking useless and can't make anything that actually works.

►Thatdude

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

aw shit, no more streams?

►Feychick

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

Honestly, this is tragic but not nearly surprising.

Remember when they did Mario Kart and the blue shell suddenly stopped responding to Leet's controls?

It's a miracle it flew into the sky before it blew up, if it had stayed on ground level it would have killed civilians.

Über and Leet were jokes, but the PRT really should have taken them down before this happened. An unstable, immature Tinker was never going to end well.

►Miraclemic

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

@Thatdude Dude, nearly a hundred people died because Leet is a fuck up and you're upset they won't be streaming again?

Oh no, what will we do without a pair of sexist losers running around harassing people for the entertainment of their fanbase of twelve year old boys?

►Procto the Unfortunate Tinker (Not a tinker)

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

Yup, not surprising that Leet was irresponsible enough to take a ticking time bomb into a populated space.

He won't be missed.

►GloryGirl (Verified Cape) (New Wave)

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

Ugh, that's what that explosion was?

Fucking Leet, what a clown. How irresponsible can you be?

►Thatdude

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

ur just salty coz u lost to them lol

collateral damage barbie talking shit about people being irresponsible lmao

►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

@Thatdude Glory Girl has only fought Über and Leet once, and they only escaped because Leet threw a Bob-omb into a crowd as a distraction.

Sure it turned out to be a bluff because it didn't work but we've just seen the risk with Leets tech.

Rest in peace for all those who died because Leet couldn't take the hint that he was a shit tinker, if only the idiot had blown himself up in a more private location.

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)

Replied On Mar 31st 2011:

After a raid by Miss Militia and Armsmaster on Leet's suspected workshop, it's been tentatively confirmed that Über and Leet were caught in the blast, and that Leet's most recent project was responsible for the blast.

Leet has been given a Birdcage sentence, thanks to the sheer amount of fatalities in this mess, but given the very high likelihood that he blew himself up, it's not likely to matter.

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Author’s Note: I pulled myself away from Starfield to write this, praise me nerds.

Über and Leet don’t get to fight back, Über’s power gets wanked quite a bit but it’s honestly kinda pathetic and he’s even worse at using it and Leet is… well, Leet.

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