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A 2nd Chance (Honkai Impact 3rd/Worm) [re-write]
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The food was simple and warm.
A bowl of soup and a sandwich, nothing more.
Even so, she found herself wolfing it down. She didn't know why, or how, but she was famished, her stomach empty and aching despite the pasta the nurse had given her. The warmth of the food spread through her body, before she drained the small juice that Carol had brought with the food in a single long gulp..
The woman had remained quiet as she ate, simply watching. When Sirin was done, Carol took the dishes and placed them on the tray, before standing.
"Feeling better?" the older woman asked. Sirin nodded, forcing a smile. "In that case, I'll be right back."
The woman picked up the tray and headed off, leaving Sirin and the hero alone once more. The girl stared after her, feeling oddly lost. The food had helped a little, but the hollow pit in her stomach hadn't vanished. In fact, now that she was no longer distracted by eating, the worry returned with a vengeance.
"What do I need to do after Amy comes back?" Sirin asked, not really looking at the hero by her side. Armsmaster glanced at her, frowning, then sighed.
"Ideally, I'd like for you to accompany me to the Protectorate headquarters," he replied. His voice was steady and firm, though it lacked the same hard edge she'd heard him use before. "I realise that we cannot force you, but it would be in everyone's best interest, yours and Mary's included."
"W-Why?"
"Asking you questions about what you saw on record will help prevent several problems that could crop up in the future," the hero told her. He paused, his mouth pressed into a thin line, as if debating something. Then, he added, "You're the only witness we have."
Sirin blinked. That was true, wasn't it? There were other people in the shelter, right? They couldn't- they could not have all been-
"The faster we figure out the person or persons responsible for this, the quicker we can deal with them. And the faster we can retrieve Miss Livesey."
The girl's hands clenched, as her mind was once again torn, the desire to simply go out there and find Sarah, before promptly returning to the hospital almost overwhelming, but she held back. She wasn't going to make the same mistake again. Not if she could help it.
Still, the mere thought of waiting was torture.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Sarah hadn't done anything wrong. She didn't deserve this.
Why was everything always so unfair?
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Okay," she decided, nodding. "I'll go with you. But not- not yet. Not until Amy comes back."
Armsmaster watched her silently, then nodded.
"I believe we will have some time," the hero told her. "We have questions for her as well."
Just like that, silence once again descended, the man lapsing into silence, and Sirin doing the same. For her part, she wasn't quite sure what to think, or how to react. This whole thing felt odd, as if the events were happening to someone else. And at the same time, there was a dull, aching sensation in her chest, a cold, hollow pit in her stomach.
Why couldn't things just be simple for once? It didn't seem like a lot to ask.
The sound of footsteps pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up. Amy and Carol were walking down the corridor, the younger Dallon carrying a large folder
"How are you doing, Sirin?" Amy asked.
"I'm alright," the girl responded. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. She felt exhausted, worn out, but at the same time her head felt clearer than before. At least the nagging buzzing was gone.
"I see," Amy replied, giving her a faint smile.
"How is Mary doing?" Sirin asked.
"She's recovering. It was touch and go for several moments, but I managed to stabilise her," the healer told her. "Though most of it is probably thanks to her... circumstances."
Amy grimaced, glancing at her mother, who frowned.
"Circumstances?" the hero asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mary's a parahuman," Amy said bluntly. It was only after a few moments, the words seemingly sinking in, that the man spoke again.
"When did that happen?" he asked.
"I suspect shortly after the explosion, given her wounds," the healer replied. "Though it could've been much longer, I don't remember healing her before.
"I see." Armsmaster frowned. He seemed to mull it over, turning the idea over in his mind. "Is Mary conscious and capable of answering questions?"
"She is," Amy said slowly.
"Good," the hero nodded. "I'd like to speak with her. We have a few things we'd like clarified."
"We?" Amy asked, her expression growing stormy. "Is that so? What could you possibly want to ask her about?"
"The details regarding who put her and several others into suicide vests, for one. If they are still within the city, they must be brought down now, before anyone else is injured or killed. It would also allow us to determine who was responsible, and ensure this doesn't happen again."
"That's not how it works, Armsmaster," the healer scowled. "Mary hasn't even fully processed the trauma of what she went through. Trying to get answers out of her right now will do more harm than good."
"Time is not on our side," the hero replied. "The perpetrator has already demonstrated their willingness to commit murder. Delaying could lead to further bloodshed."
"For the record, I-"
"Amy, Armsmaster is correct," Carol cut her daughter off. The healer turned, staring at the woman. "It is not ideal, and I doubt Director Piggot will be happy about having to handle the aftermath, but it is necessary."
Amy scowled, but didn't object. Instead, the healer crossed her arms, looking away.
"I'll bring you to Mary," the healer finally told Armsmaster.
"Very well. Thank you."
Armsmaster stood, and Sirin followed suit, standing up. Amy looked between the two of them.
"Sirin, I'm not sure you should be going there," the healer said.
"But I want to see her," the girl replied, clutching her hands into fists. "I need to. Please."
Amy pursed her lips, thinking. Then, the healer nodded.
"Very well. Come along."
Sirin didn't know what she had been expecting, but seeing Mary turned almost chalk white, her previously vibrant red hair, now several shades paler, fanned out against the bed, her eyes half-closed, and her body limp and unmoving, wasn't it. She felt as if someone had punched her in the gut, the air fleeing her lungs, the world spinning around her, the colours blurring together.
She stopped in the middle of the room, unable to move, her chest tight, her throat constricting, the air seeming thin and far too heavy. Her eyes stung, her vision blurring, and the girl stumbled, her knees threatening to give out.
A soft, gentle hand pressed against her back, steadying her.
"You can wait outside if you want, Sirin," the healer murmured. The girl shook her head, not trusting her voice.
"Okay. I'll be right here," Amy assured her.
Armsmaster didn't say anything for a few seconds, before nodding. He stepped closer to the bed, his face grim.
"I am glad you are recovering, Miss Lamb," the hero said, his voice calm. "But we need to ask you a few questions about what happened."
"O-okay," the woman grimaced, trying to sit up. Her entire body shook, and Amy had to reach out and steady her, lest she fell over. "What- what do you need to know?"
"Everything you can tell us," Armsmaster replied simply. "Start from the beginning. Tell us everything."
Mary gave the man a shaky nod, her eyes flicking between them, lingering on Sirin, her gaze growing soft.
"We were- We were getting an influx of supplies and volunteers for the shelter in the last week or so," the woman began, her voice wavering. "The number of people seeking shelter was rising. Many of them were children. Families. Elderly. There were several dozen refugees. A lot of them were staying at the shelter, sleeping in the main room, on the ground, the benches. It was... crowded."
"I understand," the hero said.
"It was around noon, and there were several of us. Some new volunteers were being shown around by a member of the shelter staff, and I was helping them organise the incoming supplies, sorting through food, medicine, and blankets, when I saw him. A-a boy, not much older than Sirin or Sarah. He was just standing there, staring at the crowd, and I thought he was lost. Took him aside not to disturb others, offered to help him, and then it's... it's all a blur."
"What happened next?"
"He started asking me questions. About Sirin and how she was connected to the s-shelter," the woman coughed and immediately winced. Her voice was quiet, and it took a moment for her to gather her strength.
'What?'
"Got others too. I don't- I don't think he is a local. Maybe one of the Fallen," the woman murmured.
Armsmaster's frown deepened, and he reached for his visor.
"Can you describe him? Hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, scars, tattoos, clothing. Anything that stands out."
Mary shook her head.
"He was... pale. I don't know," she mumbled, her voice weak and wavering. "Bleached hair, I think. Feminine face, with tattoos on his lips. Greyish blue eyes."
"Anything else?" Armsmaster pressed.
"No. That's- that's all I can remember."
The hero nodded, frowning.
"Thank you for your time, Miss Lamb. I believe that will be enough for the moment. Rest now, and we'll continue when you're ready."
"O-okay," the woman breathed, falling back against the mattress, her breathing uneven.
Sirin stared at her, unable to tear her eyes away. That person came to the shelter because of her, and Mary paid the price. Just like everyone else had. The girl clenched her hands into fists. Why was it always like this? Why couldn't people just leave her alone?
They didn't do anything wrong! They just wanted a normal life, away from the monsters and the horrors and the death.
"Are you alright, Miss Krylova?" Armsmaster asked, turning towards her. She flinched, taking a step back.
"I-I'm fine," she muttered, forcing the words out.
"That's good. We should talk."
"A-about what?"
"About your involvement in the events today. About the things that have been happening lately," the hero said. "And about the best way to ensure nothing like this happens again."
"Careful, Armsmaster," Carol interjected, her tone cool. "Sirin may have agreed to speak with you, but I've seen enough to know how the PRT operates. I assure you, any attempt to strongarm the girl will be met with resistance."
"That is not my intention," the hero said calmly. "However, given the current circumstances, we cannot afford to delay."
"Then you won't object if I accompany her, will you?"
"No, that would be fine."
"In that case, lead the way."
"Of course. Come."
Carol gave Sirin a reassuring smile, before following Armsmaster, the pair quickly vanishing down the corridor. Silence returned, with only the faint noises of the hospital surrounding them. Sirin stared after them, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She was worried about Mary, about Sarah, about-
"Hey."
The girl jumped, her heart skipping a beat.
"S-sorry," she muttered. "I was just- distracted."
"I noticed," the healer chuckled.
"Amy... is Mary going to be okay?" the girl asked, biting her lower lip. The healer sighed, shaking her head.
"It's difficult to say. Right now, her body is stable, but her mind... I'm not a psychologist, but pretty sure being put in a suicide vest and blown up, then having your organs painfully disintegrate and then regenerated is enough to leave permanent scars."
"Oh."
"Yeah," Amy snorted.
The rest of the trip was made in complete silence
The room they were in was an empty office, a large window set in the wall to their right.
It wasn't particularly remarkable, the walls and floor bare, the only furniture being a simple desk with a monitor, several chairs and a bookshelf. There was nothing else. No papers, no photos, no plants. Nothing.
Sirin and Amy sat in two of the chairs, with Carol standing off to the side, her posture perfectly straight. She didn't seem concerned, but at the same time, the woman was very careful to stay between the pair and the PRT officers, her gaze hard and cold.
Armsmaster himself was standing by the monitor, speaking quietly to the thin, tall man with dark skin and wearing a suit next to him, who was listening intently, nodding at intervals.
Sirin wasn't really paying attention.
The girl stared out the window, taking a deep breath. This was going to work. It had to. There wasn't any other choice.
The door opened, and Director Piggot entered, followed by another woman with short blonde hair and glasses. Armsmaster straightened, his stance shifting subtly.
"Director," he greeted.
"Armsmaster. Panacea, Brandish," the woman replied, nodding at the two, before her gaze settled on Sirin. "Miss Krylova. I believe we have a lot to discuss."
"We do," the girl admitted, fidgeting with her skirt. "I'm sorry."
"While appreciated, there is no time for an apology," the Director replied. "Now, why don't you tell us what you know?"
Sirin nodded.
"Okay," she murmured, clenching her hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, the girl began to explain.
She spoke about the attack, the strange way Mary was acting, how the bomb went off, the sound, the fear, the terror.
The whole time, she could feel their eyes on her, silent and attentive.
She wasn't sure how long it took her, but eventually, Sirin managed to finish her tale. She was shaking by the end, her palms sweaty, her mouth dry, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never talked so much before, especially not to a crowd.
"I- I'm sorry," she repeated, unable to help herself. She knew they had told her not to, but-
"You have no reason to be," the Director interjected, shaking her head. "No one is at fault here, Miss Krylova. You were a victim. And, for what it's worth, I'm truly sorry you had to go through that."
Sirin bit her lip.
"What- what's going to happen now?"
"Now?" the Director repeated, pursing her lips. "Now, we start planning. Brandish, can we rely on New Wave's assistance in this matter?"
Carol's face tightened.
"Most likely," she replied, glancing at Sirin. "However, I will have to clear it with the rest of us first."
"Of course," the Director nodded. "In the meantime, Armsmaster, how much progress have you made in researching the girl's energy signature?"
"Enough," the man said, tapping the screen of his visor before turning back to Sirin. "As I understand, Miss Livesey has been affected by the unique energies you produce as well?"
The girl nodded.
"I believe so," she admitted.
"Then we should be able to track her down with my scanner. While I will admit it is not full-proof as of this moment, if there is a single energy signature present, the device should work properly," the hero told her.
"Okay," Sirin mumbled. "But why don't I just-"
"Miss Krylova, while we aren't going to level any charges against you at this time, it has been confirmed that this energy can be dangerous to humans. I'd rather not have my city quarantined, we shall refrain from using your abilities as much as possible," Director Piggot interjected. "At least until such time as the danger is properly understood."
Sirin nodded, biting her lip.
"Okay," she repeated.
"Now, Armsmaster, make sure everyone is aware that we are dealing with a Master who has hostages. Master/Stranger protocols are in effect. We do not know how powerful he is, but-"
"We have an idea," Armsmaster disagreed. "We have a general understanding of his capabilities. We know what he can do. The fact that he was able to manipulate a group of people suggests a form of mind control or mental compulsion. In addition, the effect is strong enough to overwrite the self-preservation of those affected. I believe locating and neutralising him will be our top priority."
"I leave it up to you to formulate our options, then. Bradish, please contact the rest of your team and inform us of who will be able to participate. Armsmaster, begin whatever work you can do immediately, then I will need you to brief the rest of the Protectorate. I've had all members recalled."
The rapid fire commands left Sirin's head spinning a little, but she raised her hand carefully as a space opened. "What should I do?" she asked.
The Director sighed, gaze flicking towards Carol for a moment, before settling on her. "Given the presence of a human master, I would much prefer if you would consent to remain here at PHQ, where we can maintain a more controlled environment in the face of this sort of threat."
"I believe there are also some ways in which your powers could help us narrow down the location of Miss Livesey," Armsmaster added. "Assuming they are done within the right environment, that I believe we can provide here."
Sirin frowned. That made it harder to say no. Her heart ached for Sarah, out there alone, in the hands of someone who'd already blown up entire buildings to get to her. No, she couldn't just wait.
"I… I'd like to help, if you'll let me," the girl said, a hand clutching nervously at one of her sleeves. "And I'll be free to leave, if I want to?"
Carol coughed lightly, and the Director's attention snapped up, a look that Sirin had no understanding of passing between the two women.
"Yes," Piggot said at last, though it seemed a touch reluctant. Sirin grimaced internally, resolving to keep a closer eye on her surroundings. Just in case she needed to leave her own way.
"Amy, can you stay with Sirin?" Carol asked. Her face could have been carved from marble for all the expression it showed. Her daughter gulped, but then straightened as if recognising something, and nodded slowly.
"Yes mother."
"Then that settles it," the Director said, nodding again. "Miracle Star, you are free to access the Wards area until such time as Armsmaster needs you. I believe Panacea knows the way, so she can show you."
The woman took a breath, eyes glittering with cool resolve. "The PRT will maintain communication with all parties for now, and reconvene once a functional plan has been formulated. Until then, all of us have things we need to do."
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A bowl of soup and a sandwich, nothing more.
Even so, she found herself wolfing it down. She didn't know why, or how, but she was famished, her stomach empty and aching despite the pasta the nurse had given her. The warmth of the food spread through her body, before she drained the small juice that Carol had brought with the food in a single long gulp..
The woman had remained quiet as she ate, simply watching. When Sirin was done, Carol took the dishes and placed them on the tray, before standing.
"Feeling better?" the older woman asked. Sirin nodded, forcing a smile. "In that case, I'll be right back."
The woman picked up the tray and headed off, leaving Sirin and the hero alone once more. The girl stared after her, feeling oddly lost. The food had helped a little, but the hollow pit in her stomach hadn't vanished. In fact, now that she was no longer distracted by eating, the worry returned with a vengeance.
"What do I need to do after Amy comes back?" Sirin asked, not really looking at the hero by her side. Armsmaster glanced at her, frowning, then sighed.
"Ideally, I'd like for you to accompany me to the Protectorate headquarters," he replied. His voice was steady and firm, though it lacked the same hard edge she'd heard him use before. "I realise that we cannot force you, but it would be in everyone's best interest, yours and Mary's included."
"W-Why?"
"Asking you questions about what you saw on record will help prevent several problems that could crop up in the future," the hero told her. He paused, his mouth pressed into a thin line, as if debating something. Then, he added, "You're the only witness we have."
Sirin blinked. That was true, wasn't it? There were other people in the shelter, right? They couldn't- they could not have all been-
"The faster we figure out the person or persons responsible for this, the quicker we can deal with them. And the faster we can retrieve Miss Livesey."
The girl's hands clenched, as her mind was once again torn, the desire to simply go out there and find Sarah, before promptly returning to the hospital almost overwhelming, but she held back. She wasn't going to make the same mistake again. Not if she could help it.
Still, the mere thought of waiting was torture.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Sarah hadn't done anything wrong. She didn't deserve this.
Why was everything always so unfair?
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Okay," she decided, nodding. "I'll go with you. But not- not yet. Not until Amy comes back."
Armsmaster watched her silently, then nodded.
"I believe we will have some time," the hero told her. "We have questions for her as well."
Just like that, silence once again descended, the man lapsing into silence, and Sirin doing the same. For her part, she wasn't quite sure what to think, or how to react. This whole thing felt odd, as if the events were happening to someone else. And at the same time, there was a dull, aching sensation in her chest, a cold, hollow pit in her stomach.
Why couldn't things just be simple for once? It didn't seem like a lot to ask.
The sound of footsteps pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up. Amy and Carol were walking down the corridor, the younger Dallon carrying a large folder
"How are you doing, Sirin?" Amy asked.
"I'm alright," the girl responded. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. She felt exhausted, worn out, but at the same time her head felt clearer than before. At least the nagging buzzing was gone.
"I see," Amy replied, giving her a faint smile.
"How is Mary doing?" Sirin asked.
"She's recovering. It was touch and go for several moments, but I managed to stabilise her," the healer told her. "Though most of it is probably thanks to her... circumstances."
Amy grimaced, glancing at her mother, who frowned.
"Circumstances?" the hero asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mary's a parahuman," Amy said bluntly. It was only after a few moments, the words seemingly sinking in, that the man spoke again.
"When did that happen?" he asked.
"I suspect shortly after the explosion, given her wounds," the healer replied. "Though it could've been much longer, I don't remember healing her before.
"I see." Armsmaster frowned. He seemed to mull it over, turning the idea over in his mind. "Is Mary conscious and capable of answering questions?"
"She is," Amy said slowly.
"Good," the hero nodded. "I'd like to speak with her. We have a few things we'd like clarified."
"We?" Amy asked, her expression growing stormy. "Is that so? What could you possibly want to ask her about?"
"The details regarding who put her and several others into suicide vests, for one. If they are still within the city, they must be brought down now, before anyone else is injured or killed. It would also allow us to determine who was responsible, and ensure this doesn't happen again."
"That's not how it works, Armsmaster," the healer scowled. "Mary hasn't even fully processed the trauma of what she went through. Trying to get answers out of her right now will do more harm than good."
"Time is not on our side," the hero replied. "The perpetrator has already demonstrated their willingness to commit murder. Delaying could lead to further bloodshed."
"For the record, I-"
"Amy, Armsmaster is correct," Carol cut her daughter off. The healer turned, staring at the woman. "It is not ideal, and I doubt Director Piggot will be happy about having to handle the aftermath, but it is necessary."
Amy scowled, but didn't object. Instead, the healer crossed her arms, looking away.
"I'll bring you to Mary," the healer finally told Armsmaster.
"Very well. Thank you."
Armsmaster stood, and Sirin followed suit, standing up. Amy looked between the two of them.
"Sirin, I'm not sure you should be going there," the healer said.
"But I want to see her," the girl replied, clutching her hands into fists. "I need to. Please."
Amy pursed her lips, thinking. Then, the healer nodded.
"Very well. Come along."
Sirin didn't know what she had been expecting, but seeing Mary turned almost chalk white, her previously vibrant red hair, now several shades paler, fanned out against the bed, her eyes half-closed, and her body limp and unmoving, wasn't it. She felt as if someone had punched her in the gut, the air fleeing her lungs, the world spinning around her, the colours blurring together.
She stopped in the middle of the room, unable to move, her chest tight, her throat constricting, the air seeming thin and far too heavy. Her eyes stung, her vision blurring, and the girl stumbled, her knees threatening to give out.
A soft, gentle hand pressed against her back, steadying her.
"You can wait outside if you want, Sirin," the healer murmured. The girl shook her head, not trusting her voice.
"Okay. I'll be right here," Amy assured her.
Armsmaster didn't say anything for a few seconds, before nodding. He stepped closer to the bed, his face grim.
"I am glad you are recovering, Miss Lamb," the hero said, his voice calm. "But we need to ask you a few questions about what happened."
"O-okay," the woman grimaced, trying to sit up. Her entire body shook, and Amy had to reach out and steady her, lest she fell over. "What- what do you need to know?"
"Everything you can tell us," Armsmaster replied simply. "Start from the beginning. Tell us everything."
Mary gave the man a shaky nod, her eyes flicking between them, lingering on Sirin, her gaze growing soft.
"We were- We were getting an influx of supplies and volunteers for the shelter in the last week or so," the woman began, her voice wavering. "The number of people seeking shelter was rising. Many of them were children. Families. Elderly. There were several dozen refugees. A lot of them were staying at the shelter, sleeping in the main room, on the ground, the benches. It was... crowded."
"I understand," the hero said.
"It was around noon, and there were several of us. Some new volunteers were being shown around by a member of the shelter staff, and I was helping them organise the incoming supplies, sorting through food, medicine, and blankets, when I saw him. A-a boy, not much older than Sirin or Sarah. He was just standing there, staring at the crowd, and I thought he was lost. Took him aside not to disturb others, offered to help him, and then it's... it's all a blur."
"What happened next?"
"He started asking me questions. About Sirin and how she was connected to the s-shelter," the woman coughed and immediately winced. Her voice was quiet, and it took a moment for her to gather her strength.
'What?'
"Got others too. I don't- I don't think he is a local. Maybe one of the Fallen," the woman murmured.
Armsmaster's frown deepened, and he reached for his visor.
"Can you describe him? Hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, scars, tattoos, clothing. Anything that stands out."
Mary shook her head.
"He was... pale. I don't know," she mumbled, her voice weak and wavering. "Bleached hair, I think. Feminine face, with tattoos on his lips. Greyish blue eyes."
"Anything else?" Armsmaster pressed.
"No. That's- that's all I can remember."
The hero nodded, frowning.
"Thank you for your time, Miss Lamb. I believe that will be enough for the moment. Rest now, and we'll continue when you're ready."
"O-okay," the woman breathed, falling back against the mattress, her breathing uneven.
Sirin stared at her, unable to tear her eyes away. That person came to the shelter because of her, and Mary paid the price. Just like everyone else had. The girl clenched her hands into fists. Why was it always like this? Why couldn't people just leave her alone?
They didn't do anything wrong! They just wanted a normal life, away from the monsters and the horrors and the death.
"Are you alright, Miss Krylova?" Armsmaster asked, turning towards her. She flinched, taking a step back.
"I-I'm fine," she muttered, forcing the words out.
"That's good. We should talk."
"A-about what?"
"About your involvement in the events today. About the things that have been happening lately," the hero said. "And about the best way to ensure nothing like this happens again."
"Careful, Armsmaster," Carol interjected, her tone cool. "Sirin may have agreed to speak with you, but I've seen enough to know how the PRT operates. I assure you, any attempt to strongarm the girl will be met with resistance."
"That is not my intention," the hero said calmly. "However, given the current circumstances, we cannot afford to delay."
"Then you won't object if I accompany her, will you?"
"No, that would be fine."
"In that case, lead the way."
"Of course. Come."
Carol gave Sirin a reassuring smile, before following Armsmaster, the pair quickly vanishing down the corridor. Silence returned, with only the faint noises of the hospital surrounding them. Sirin stared after them, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She was worried about Mary, about Sarah, about-
"Hey."
The girl jumped, her heart skipping a beat.
"S-sorry," she muttered. "I was just- distracted."
"I noticed," the healer chuckled.
"Amy... is Mary going to be okay?" the girl asked, biting her lower lip. The healer sighed, shaking her head.
"It's difficult to say. Right now, her body is stable, but her mind... I'm not a psychologist, but pretty sure being put in a suicide vest and blown up, then having your organs painfully disintegrate and then regenerated is enough to leave permanent scars."
"Oh."
"Yeah," Amy snorted.
The rest of the trip was made in complete silence
The room they were in was an empty office, a large window set in the wall to their right.
It wasn't particularly remarkable, the walls and floor bare, the only furniture being a simple desk with a monitor, several chairs and a bookshelf. There was nothing else. No papers, no photos, no plants. Nothing.
Sirin and Amy sat in two of the chairs, with Carol standing off to the side, her posture perfectly straight. She didn't seem concerned, but at the same time, the woman was very careful to stay between the pair and the PRT officers, her gaze hard and cold.
Armsmaster himself was standing by the monitor, speaking quietly to the thin, tall man with dark skin and wearing a suit next to him, who was listening intently, nodding at intervals.
Sirin wasn't really paying attention.
The girl stared out the window, taking a deep breath. This was going to work. It had to. There wasn't any other choice.
The door opened, and Director Piggot entered, followed by another woman with short blonde hair and glasses. Armsmaster straightened, his stance shifting subtly.
"Director," he greeted.
"Armsmaster. Panacea, Brandish," the woman replied, nodding at the two, before her gaze settled on Sirin. "Miss Krylova. I believe we have a lot to discuss."
"We do," the girl admitted, fidgeting with her skirt. "I'm sorry."
"While appreciated, there is no time for an apology," the Director replied. "Now, why don't you tell us what you know?"
Sirin nodded.
"Okay," she murmured, clenching her hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, the girl began to explain.
She spoke about the attack, the strange way Mary was acting, how the bomb went off, the sound, the fear, the terror.
The whole time, she could feel their eyes on her, silent and attentive.
She wasn't sure how long it took her, but eventually, Sirin managed to finish her tale. She was shaking by the end, her palms sweaty, her mouth dry, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never talked so much before, especially not to a crowd.
"I- I'm sorry," she repeated, unable to help herself. She knew they had told her not to, but-
"You have no reason to be," the Director interjected, shaking her head. "No one is at fault here, Miss Krylova. You were a victim. And, for what it's worth, I'm truly sorry you had to go through that."
Sirin bit her lip.
"What- what's going to happen now?"
"Now?" the Director repeated, pursing her lips. "Now, we start planning. Brandish, can we rely on New Wave's assistance in this matter?"
Carol's face tightened.
"Most likely," she replied, glancing at Sirin. "However, I will have to clear it with the rest of us first."
"Of course," the Director nodded. "In the meantime, Armsmaster, how much progress have you made in researching the girl's energy signature?"
"Enough," the man said, tapping the screen of his visor before turning back to Sirin. "As I understand, Miss Livesey has been affected by the unique energies you produce as well?"
The girl nodded.
"I believe so," she admitted.
"Then we should be able to track her down with my scanner. While I will admit it is not full-proof as of this moment, if there is a single energy signature present, the device should work properly," the hero told her.
"Okay," Sirin mumbled. "But why don't I just-"
"Miss Krylova, while we aren't going to level any charges against you at this time, it has been confirmed that this energy can be dangerous to humans. I'd rather not have my city quarantined, we shall refrain from using your abilities as much as possible," Director Piggot interjected. "At least until such time as the danger is properly understood."
Sirin nodded, biting her lip.
"Okay," she repeated.
"Now, Armsmaster, make sure everyone is aware that we are dealing with a Master who has hostages. Master/Stranger protocols are in effect. We do not know how powerful he is, but-"
"We have an idea," Armsmaster disagreed. "We have a general understanding of his capabilities. We know what he can do. The fact that he was able to manipulate a group of people suggests a form of mind control or mental compulsion. In addition, the effect is strong enough to overwrite the self-preservation of those affected. I believe locating and neutralising him will be our top priority."
"I leave it up to you to formulate our options, then. Bradish, please contact the rest of your team and inform us of who will be able to participate. Armsmaster, begin whatever work you can do immediately, then I will need you to brief the rest of the Protectorate. I've had all members recalled."
The rapid fire commands left Sirin's head spinning a little, but she raised her hand carefully as a space opened. "What should I do?" she asked.
The Director sighed, gaze flicking towards Carol for a moment, before settling on her. "Given the presence of a human master, I would much prefer if you would consent to remain here at PHQ, where we can maintain a more controlled environment in the face of this sort of threat."
"I believe there are also some ways in which your powers could help us narrow down the location of Miss Livesey," Armsmaster added. "Assuming they are done within the right environment, that I believe we can provide here."
Sirin frowned. That made it harder to say no. Her heart ached for Sarah, out there alone, in the hands of someone who'd already blown up entire buildings to get to her. No, she couldn't just wait.
"I… I'd like to help, if you'll let me," the girl said, a hand clutching nervously at one of her sleeves. "And I'll be free to leave, if I want to?"
Carol coughed lightly, and the Director's attention snapped up, a look that Sirin had no understanding of passing between the two women.
"Yes," Piggot said at last, though it seemed a touch reluctant. Sirin grimaced internally, resolving to keep a closer eye on her surroundings. Just in case she needed to leave her own way.
"Amy, can you stay with Sirin?" Carol asked. Her face could have been carved from marble for all the expression it showed. Her daughter gulped, but then straightened as if recognising something, and nodded slowly.
"Yes mother."
"Then that settles it," the Director said, nodding again. "Miracle Star, you are free to access the Wards area until such time as Armsmaster needs you. I believe Panacea knows the way, so she can show you."
The woman took a breath, eyes glittering with cool resolve. "The PRT will maintain communication with all parties for now, and reconvene once a functional plan has been formulated. Until then, all of us have things we need to do."
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A/N: Apologies for the delay! The chapter wouldn't be possible without Snowfire being an amazing beta.
Chapter 30
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Sirin followed Amy in silence. The healer walked in front of her, the white robe of her costume flowing gently behind her. It reminded her a little of the dresses she used to wear back...
"We're here," Amy declared, coming to a stop. Sirin blinked, looking up at the large metal door in front of them. There was a PRT trooper standing by it, and he turned towards them, his armour creaking softly.
"Panacea. Miracle Star," he nodded. "I've been informed to meet you and let you in."
"Hi," the girl greeted, her voice quiet.
"We're here to see the Wards. Is anyone around?" Amy asked, folding her arms.
"Yes. I believe the whole team is currently present."
"Good."
"Wait a moment, please."
The trooper pressed a button, and a red light appeared above the door. A few moments later, the light flickered to green.
"You can go in," the trooper said.
"Thank you," Sirin smiled. The trooper nodded and moved away, unclipping a radio from his belt. Probably to let his superiors know that they'd arrived, she thought.
Amy was the first through the door as it slid open, with Sirin following almost immediately.
It was exactly the same as Sirin remembered it being during her first, very abortive, visit with the PRT. Her actual time here had been very short, and constant fear of the PRT attempting to pull something had made her focus elsewhere. The rooms felt different, in that light. Whether it was her somewhat lesser suspicion or they'd actually changed something, she didn't know.
There was a couch in the centre, with a large screen on the wall in front of it, a shelf with books and video games stacked atop it, and a kitchen with a small table off to the side. There were stairs leading upwards, and a hallway, a few doors branching off it.
The first thing after the layout that Sirin noticed was a girl sitting on the couch, her attention completely focused on the TV screen. The girl was short, perhaps a full head shorter than Sirin herself, which for some reason almost made her proud. The Ward had blonde hair tied in a short ponytail, and was wearing a green and white costume. A green visor of some kind was laying next to her on the sofa, meaning she was in full costume a short while ago.
"Hi, Vista!" Amy called, walking further into the room.
The girl - Vista, apparently - glanced over at them, her eyes growing wide. If it wasn't for the lack of space-warping, Sirin would've sworn that the girl had teleported to appear before them, she was standing there so quickly.
"Hello!" the girl greeted cheerfully. "You're visiting? Where's your sister?"
Amy's expression became pinched for a moment. "She'll probably join us soon. For now, this is Miracle Star," the healer introduced. "I think you haven't met her yet, have you?"
Vista turned her gaze to the young Herrscher, staring at her. For a long moment, no one said anything, the silence hanging heavy in the air. Sirin stared back, wondering what she was supposed to say, her eyes darting around nervously.
"I'm- Hi," she managed, her voice a whisper.
"Are you here to join us? Everyone's been called from school so we thought something's big is going on, but-"
"You weren't told anything? Where are the other Wards?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow. Vista blinked.
"Everyone's here, I think. Triumph was called somewhere, Clock's in his room, and Aegis is in the gym. Gallant was watching the news with me, but he got a phone call and had to leave. Why? What's going on?"
"Armsmaster will probably explain later himself. I'm not sure we should-"
There was the sound of footsteps, and the three girls turned towards the source, watching as a boy with messy red hair stepped into the room, a large cup of coffee in his hands. He was wearing a white costume with some armor panels and a bunch of clocks scattered all over it.
"Gallant's on the phone with his girlfriend, so he'll probably be gone for a while," the boy declared. "Why are you ladies here? Did something happen?"
"Armsmaster didn't tell you anything? Or Director Piggot?" Amy frowned. The boy shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
"Nothing. So what happened?"
Amy let out a frustrated sigh, and the girl turned towards her. "The shelter was attacked. A Master got a hold of a bunch of people, including Sarah, and blew up the entire building."
"Damn," the boy cursed at the same time as Vista exclaimed something that sounded like "what the fluff". "Was anyone hurt?"
"Yeah," Amy mumbled.
"Shit. How many?"
"I don't know," the healer sighed. "Given the blast, though…"
Sirin shook her head. She actually had an answer, and it would be better to share it. "Almost everyone who was there," she said bleakly. "But just….
"God damn."
The boy glanced over at Vista, and she crossed her eyes, the girl's expression serious.
"You can cuss around me, I'm a big girl," the younger Ward said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, the PRT can't do anything. They don't have cameras in the Wards areas. At least, not in the main areas."
That sounded a bit wrong, but Sirin kept her mouth shut, instead focusing on her surroundings. She was nervous. Very nervous. The waiting was killing her.
'Please, please, let Sarah be alright. Please...'
"Well, we'll probably be here for a while, so... do you want to watch a movie or something? Not like we can do anything right now, right?"
The background noise of the conversation did little to soothe the worry in her chest, and she found herself pacing nervously, trying to burn off the restless energy that had her shaking. It would've been so easy to solve all of it by herself, but the fear of making it worse kept her in place.
'Don't hurt her, please. She's the only one I have. Don't-'
"Miracle Star."
A hand touched her shoulder and the Herrscher jumped, eyes snapping up to see Amy watching her, the healer's expression unreadable.
"Come sit down, Sirin. You'll make yourself sick."
She shook her head mutely, and Amy's expression tightened.
"We're doing the best we can," the girl said quietly. "Just let them work."
"But she's-"
"I know. But right now, they need to focus on finding her. We'll help after. Come on, we'll watch a movie, alright? You can sit down, and-"
"I- okay."
Amy's smile was warm and gentle. "Okay. Come on."
They sat down on the couch, the healer next to Sirin, a hand resting reassuringly on the girl's back. Sirin tried not to think about how Sarah had been the one to offer similar reassurances after her nightmares.
She was scared.
The sound of the movie faded into the background, Sirin's mind unable to focus. Instead, her thoughts raced, circling round and round and round.
What if Sarah was hurt? What if she was dead?
'If it's just for a moment- Just-'
With an inhale, she let go, allowing her senses to stretch, first the building, then the block, the city, the state. The world spread before her, the people and the places and the lives, each a tiny, insignificant ripple moving through the fabric of space and time.
'Please-'
She focused on the city, pushing aside the distractions, searching, her mind casting out. There were so many people, but her range was vast, and she pushed herself. It took an instant for her to find the familiar energy, a speck in the grand scheme of things.
Still, the confirmation that she was safe was all Sirin was looking for. The knowledge that her friend was alright, and-
Something was wrong.
Sarah was... all over the place, a few miles outside of Brockton. It felt more like a fog of Honkai energy, mixed with something else. Something that Sirin didn't recognize.
She didn't understand, but the sheer amount of energy had her mind racing. Sarah was alive, she was sure of it, but-
'Where is she?'
"Sirin?"
The girl was startled by the soft voice, and blinked, her surroundings becoming clear again.
"Are you alright?"
She blinked, realizing that everyone was staring at her.
"What? Oh, yes, sorry."
"You zoned out for a moment," Amy pointed out.
"Did I?"
The healer frowned, a hint of suspicion in her expression.
"Yeah."
Sirin bit her lip, trying to keep herself calm. She knew that they were doing everything they could, but-
'Why am I so useless?!'
"You sure you're okay?"
"Y-yeah."
Amy's expression hardened, but she didn't press the issue, turning to stare at the movie. Sirin sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"What is this anyway?"
"A classic," the Ward declared proudly, glancing over at Sirin.
"Have you ever seen Star Wars?"
Sirin shook her head, and Vista gaped, staring at her with wide eyes.
"You never- oh no, that won't do," the girl gasped. "We need to change that."
"We have time, I think," Amy offered, her expression a bit lighter. "It'll probably take them at least an hour or two to figure out what to do."
The Ward nodded, grabbing Sirin's wrist and tuguring her along.
"Come, sit! We'll watch it right now, you'll love it."
"Vista, give her a bit of space. You'll scare her."
"Oh, sorry," the younger girl apologized, letting go. "Sorry, it's just- I really wanted to talk to you and stuff."
Sirin blinked, confused, and glanced at Amy for guidance, but the healer was distracted in talking to the red-headed boy about something with a frown.
"Um..."
"It's okay," Vista waved her hand. "I know you're probably very nervous and all. I know I was, my first day. Well, it was actually pretty fun, because the Wards had a party, and- But, well, I'm babbling. Sorry. So, anyway, I just wanted to say hello and that I hope we'll get along. And if you ever need anything, just ask."
"O-okay. You do know that I'm not joining, though? I'm just, uh, helping with the whole bomb thing."
"I know," the younger girl grinned. "But it'll be cool if you did, you know? Having someone with similar powers, we're pretty much the same age, and you got to help against an Endbringer? I mean, maybe they'll let me help next time too, who knows?"
"Uh, right," Sirin mumbled. "I- Thank you?"
Vista's grin grew even wider before seemingly catching herself and forcing a more serious expression onto her face. It was a bit comical, but Sirin couldn't find it in her to laugh. Instead, she smiled back, trying to make it look more natural, and apparently succeeded, since the girl beamed again.
"So, how do your powers work, anyway? I've heard a lot about them, and-"
The next hour or so had passed quickly.
Sirin had to admit that she'd almost fallen asleep, trying to kill time as they waited for someone to come and get them. Their only new additions were Glory Girl and Gallant, who spent most of the time trying to cheer her up.
It didn't work.
Thankfully, the waiting was interrupted as the first film's credits ran. Armsmaster entered, expression grim behind his mask, but there was a steadiness to the hero that Sirin hadn't often seen.
"Miracle Star, it's time. Wards, Glory Girl and Panacea, wait for Triumph to come and brief you."
"Wait, what's going on?" Vista frowned, jumping to her feet. "Are we leaving?"
"The Protectorate will be temporarily leaving the city to respond to an emergency," the man nodded. "Your team will be deployed to patrol the city while we are absent. We are currently dealing with a time-sensitive situation."
The hero had said little else, simply turning and marching out of the room, clearly expecting Sirin to follow him.
"Stay safe," she said into the yawning silence, before floating to her feet and following the hero.
"Do you have any plans of your own?" the man asked, his pace brisk.
"No, but that sounds like you have a suggestion." Sirin said, jumping into the air and staying there to keep up with him.
"I do."
"I'm…listening." It was as far as she was willing to go, but Armsmaster actually smiled slightly in response.
"Good. We can't dictate to you, I know, but your cooperation here could save a lot of lives." Sirin wasn't sure if she really cared about that, compared to Sarah. But she held her tongue, letting the man speak. "I have a plan, and I need you to do exactly what I tell you to do, if you're willing?"
Sirin nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Excellent. Now, listen closely.."
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A/N: Apologies for the delay, but had a bunch of reworks to get everything set up for the future chapters. Sirin is not really having fun. No one is, to be honest.
Recommendations of the... night?
- Sister Six by Synopsynthesis. A Zenless Zone Zero fanfiction that is wonderfully written and follows an alternative turn of events.
- Heartfire by IridiumSky and Nihilo. An interesting HI3rd AU.
- Black Hole Sun by The Young Pyromancer. Acheron joins Astral Express, and quite early. Oh lawd.
"We're here," Amy declared, coming to a stop. Sirin blinked, looking up at the large metal door in front of them. There was a PRT trooper standing by it, and he turned towards them, his armour creaking softly.
"Panacea. Miracle Star," he nodded. "I've been informed to meet you and let you in."
"Hi," the girl greeted, her voice quiet.
"We're here to see the Wards. Is anyone around?" Amy asked, folding her arms.
"Yes. I believe the whole team is currently present."
"Good."
"Wait a moment, please."
The trooper pressed a button, and a red light appeared above the door. A few moments later, the light flickered to green.
"You can go in," the trooper said.
"Thank you," Sirin smiled. The trooper nodded and moved away, unclipping a radio from his belt. Probably to let his superiors know that they'd arrived, she thought.
Amy was the first through the door as it slid open, with Sirin following almost immediately.
It was exactly the same as Sirin remembered it being during her first, very abortive, visit with the PRT. Her actual time here had been very short, and constant fear of the PRT attempting to pull something had made her focus elsewhere. The rooms felt different, in that light. Whether it was her somewhat lesser suspicion or they'd actually changed something, she didn't know.
There was a couch in the centre, with a large screen on the wall in front of it, a shelf with books and video games stacked atop it, and a kitchen with a small table off to the side. There were stairs leading upwards, and a hallway, a few doors branching off it.
The first thing after the layout that Sirin noticed was a girl sitting on the couch, her attention completely focused on the TV screen. The girl was short, perhaps a full head shorter than Sirin herself, which for some reason almost made her proud. The Ward had blonde hair tied in a short ponytail, and was wearing a green and white costume. A green visor of some kind was laying next to her on the sofa, meaning she was in full costume a short while ago.
"Hi, Vista!" Amy called, walking further into the room.
The girl - Vista, apparently - glanced over at them, her eyes growing wide. If it wasn't for the lack of space-warping, Sirin would've sworn that the girl had teleported to appear before them, she was standing there so quickly.
"Hello!" the girl greeted cheerfully. "You're visiting? Where's your sister?"
Amy's expression became pinched for a moment. "She'll probably join us soon. For now, this is Miracle Star," the healer introduced. "I think you haven't met her yet, have you?"
Vista turned her gaze to the young Herrscher, staring at her. For a long moment, no one said anything, the silence hanging heavy in the air. Sirin stared back, wondering what she was supposed to say, her eyes darting around nervously.
"I'm- Hi," she managed, her voice a whisper.
"Are you here to join us? Everyone's been called from school so we thought something's big is going on, but-"
"You weren't told anything? Where are the other Wards?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow. Vista blinked.
"Everyone's here, I think. Triumph was called somewhere, Clock's in his room, and Aegis is in the gym. Gallant was watching the news with me, but he got a phone call and had to leave. Why? What's going on?"
"Armsmaster will probably explain later himself. I'm not sure we should-"
There was the sound of footsteps, and the three girls turned towards the source, watching as a boy with messy red hair stepped into the room, a large cup of coffee in his hands. He was wearing a white costume with some armor panels and a bunch of clocks scattered all over it.
"Gallant's on the phone with his girlfriend, so he'll probably be gone for a while," the boy declared. "Why are you ladies here? Did something happen?"
"Armsmaster didn't tell you anything? Or Director Piggot?" Amy frowned. The boy shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
"Nothing. So what happened?"
Amy let out a frustrated sigh, and the girl turned towards her. "The shelter was attacked. A Master got a hold of a bunch of people, including Sarah, and blew up the entire building."
"Damn," the boy cursed at the same time as Vista exclaimed something that sounded like "what the fluff". "Was anyone hurt?"
"Yeah," Amy mumbled.
"Shit. How many?"
"I don't know," the healer sighed. "Given the blast, though…"
Sirin shook her head. She actually had an answer, and it would be better to share it. "Almost everyone who was there," she said bleakly. "But just….
"God damn."
The boy glanced over at Vista, and she crossed her eyes, the girl's expression serious.
"You can cuss around me, I'm a big girl," the younger Ward said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, the PRT can't do anything. They don't have cameras in the Wards areas. At least, not in the main areas."
That sounded a bit wrong, but Sirin kept her mouth shut, instead focusing on her surroundings. She was nervous. Very nervous. The waiting was killing her.
'Please, please, let Sarah be alright. Please...'
"Well, we'll probably be here for a while, so... do you want to watch a movie or something? Not like we can do anything right now, right?"
The background noise of the conversation did little to soothe the worry in her chest, and she found herself pacing nervously, trying to burn off the restless energy that had her shaking. It would've been so easy to solve all of it by herself, but the fear of making it worse kept her in place.
'Don't hurt her, please. She's the only one I have. Don't-'
"Miracle Star."
A hand touched her shoulder and the Herrscher jumped, eyes snapping up to see Amy watching her, the healer's expression unreadable.
"Come sit down, Sirin. You'll make yourself sick."
She shook her head mutely, and Amy's expression tightened.
"We're doing the best we can," the girl said quietly. "Just let them work."
"But she's-"
"I know. But right now, they need to focus on finding her. We'll help after. Come on, we'll watch a movie, alright? You can sit down, and-"
"I- okay."
Amy's smile was warm and gentle. "Okay. Come on."
They sat down on the couch, the healer next to Sirin, a hand resting reassuringly on the girl's back. Sirin tried not to think about how Sarah had been the one to offer similar reassurances after her nightmares.
She was scared.
The sound of the movie faded into the background, Sirin's mind unable to focus. Instead, her thoughts raced, circling round and round and round.
What if Sarah was hurt? What if she was dead?
'If it's just for a moment- Just-'
With an inhale, she let go, allowing her senses to stretch, first the building, then the block, the city, the state. The world spread before her, the people and the places and the lives, each a tiny, insignificant ripple moving through the fabric of space and time.
'Please-'
She focused on the city, pushing aside the distractions, searching, her mind casting out. There were so many people, but her range was vast, and she pushed herself. It took an instant for her to find the familiar energy, a speck in the grand scheme of things.
Still, the confirmation that she was safe was all Sirin was looking for. The knowledge that her friend was alright, and-
Something was wrong.
Sarah was... all over the place, a few miles outside of Brockton. It felt more like a fog of Honkai energy, mixed with something else. Something that Sirin didn't recognize.
She didn't understand, but the sheer amount of energy had her mind racing. Sarah was alive, she was sure of it, but-
'Where is she?'
"Sirin?"
The girl was startled by the soft voice, and blinked, her surroundings becoming clear again.
"Are you alright?"
She blinked, realizing that everyone was staring at her.
"What? Oh, yes, sorry."
"You zoned out for a moment," Amy pointed out.
"Did I?"
The healer frowned, a hint of suspicion in her expression.
"Yeah."
Sirin bit her lip, trying to keep herself calm. She knew that they were doing everything they could, but-
'Why am I so useless?!'
"You sure you're okay?"
"Y-yeah."
Amy's expression hardened, but she didn't press the issue, turning to stare at the movie. Sirin sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"What is this anyway?"
"A classic," the Ward declared proudly, glancing over at Sirin.
"Have you ever seen Star Wars?"
Sirin shook her head, and Vista gaped, staring at her with wide eyes.
"You never- oh no, that won't do," the girl gasped. "We need to change that."
"We have time, I think," Amy offered, her expression a bit lighter. "It'll probably take them at least an hour or two to figure out what to do."
The Ward nodded, grabbing Sirin's wrist and tuguring her along.
"Come, sit! We'll watch it right now, you'll love it."
"Vista, give her a bit of space. You'll scare her."
"Oh, sorry," the younger girl apologized, letting go. "Sorry, it's just- I really wanted to talk to you and stuff."
Sirin blinked, confused, and glanced at Amy for guidance, but the healer was distracted in talking to the red-headed boy about something with a frown.
"Um..."
"It's okay," Vista waved her hand. "I know you're probably very nervous and all. I know I was, my first day. Well, it was actually pretty fun, because the Wards had a party, and- But, well, I'm babbling. Sorry. So, anyway, I just wanted to say hello and that I hope we'll get along. And if you ever need anything, just ask."
"O-okay. You do know that I'm not joining, though? I'm just, uh, helping with the whole bomb thing."
"I know," the younger girl grinned. "But it'll be cool if you did, you know? Having someone with similar powers, we're pretty much the same age, and you got to help against an Endbringer? I mean, maybe they'll let me help next time too, who knows?"
"Uh, right," Sirin mumbled. "I- Thank you?"
Vista's grin grew even wider before seemingly catching herself and forcing a more serious expression onto her face. It was a bit comical, but Sirin couldn't find it in her to laugh. Instead, she smiled back, trying to make it look more natural, and apparently succeeded, since the girl beamed again.
"So, how do your powers work, anyway? I've heard a lot about them, and-"
The next hour or so had passed quickly.
Sirin had to admit that she'd almost fallen asleep, trying to kill time as they waited for someone to come and get them. Their only new additions were Glory Girl and Gallant, who spent most of the time trying to cheer her up.
It didn't work.
Thankfully, the waiting was interrupted as the first film's credits ran. Armsmaster entered, expression grim behind his mask, but there was a steadiness to the hero that Sirin hadn't often seen.
"Miracle Star, it's time. Wards, Glory Girl and Panacea, wait for Triumph to come and brief you."
"Wait, what's going on?" Vista frowned, jumping to her feet. "Are we leaving?"
"The Protectorate will be temporarily leaving the city to respond to an emergency," the man nodded. "Your team will be deployed to patrol the city while we are absent. We are currently dealing with a time-sensitive situation."
The hero had said little else, simply turning and marching out of the room, clearly expecting Sirin to follow him.
"Stay safe," she said into the yawning silence, before floating to her feet and following the hero.
"Do you have any plans of your own?" the man asked, his pace brisk.
"No, but that sounds like you have a suggestion." Sirin said, jumping into the air and staying there to keep up with him.
"I do."
"I'm…listening." It was as far as she was willing to go, but Armsmaster actually smiled slightly in response.
"Good. We can't dictate to you, I know, but your cooperation here could save a lot of lives." Sirin wasn't sure if she really cared about that, compared to Sarah. But she held her tongue, letting the man speak. "I have a plan, and I need you to do exactly what I tell you to do, if you're willing?"
Sirin nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Excellent. Now, listen closely.."
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A/N: Apologies for the delay, but had a bunch of reworks to get everything set up for the future chapters. Sirin is not really having fun. No one is, to be honest.
Recommendations of the... night?
- Sister Six by Synopsynthesis. A Zenless Zone Zero fanfiction that is wonderfully written and follows an alternative turn of events.
- Heartfire by IridiumSky and Nihilo. An interesting HI3rd AU.
- Black Hole Sun by The Young Pyromancer. Acheron joins Astral Express, and quite early. Oh lawd.