>>5614495>>5614630>"Have a good day, miss - That will be difficult.
> - What? Are you alright young girl?"The police lady looks concerned. They have been quite fast to take action. A squad of three, overly cautious and using a wide array of expensive-looking technological gadget.
"Area clear. No other monster nearby.
- Call to Genie. Might be some survivors under the rubble. Street blocked, low priority to get it back online.
> Miss, let me ask you again. What happened?"Kaede struggles a bit with words. Or appeared to.
What should I do? Minimize the threat?
"That thing had a destructive power... Everything it touched turned to gravel... Couldn't get away... Didn't let it touch me. Was nimble enough to dodge...
Saw his neck was normal-color, instead of the bluish purple shade of the skin...
> - You didn't try to play Hero, right? I have to remind you this require a license. You're lucky to be unscathed. I don't have more questions. You're free to go."Her evening unexpectedly freed, Kaede headed home, crossing road with local Contractor Will Wheel. Will Wheel is a mystery : monster or cyborg? What matter is that C class Hero is mainly a S-city army knife when it comes to public work : the colossal assemblage of metal and flesh could morph into various contraption ; excavator, road roller, concrete mixer, lift truck, his potential was impressive. No wonder he worked harder on his mundane job than Hero career : no one else seems to fill this niche in K city.
Kaede always thought that her actions did not really matter in the end. That she has no way to massively benefit society. Not smart enough for scholarship, not enough connection for show-buziness, the future after her diploma is blurry.
But what happened tonight? Well, if she was faster she could have saved her boss and coworkers. That little detail put aside, Kaede feels she saved a few life by ending the monster there and then. That feeling of utility is exhilarating. She felt a calling while under pressure - she always thought she would have been the kind frozen in fear in confrontations.
Home, at long last. The place is quite nice, and quite inexpensive - 21-B Lavender Street. The geezer renting gives her a nice cut at the low cost of paying the rent hand-to-hand while wearing stockings, a mid-thigh length skirt and that pink top showing a hint of cleavage.
"Hey Lana, when are we going on a date?"
That should have happened some day. One of the letter sender took the next logical step and is waiting at the bottom of the block. No mental energy to deal with it. Kaede wishes this interraction to be over - but wait, maybe she can if the other time was not a fluke?
"I'm not there. I'm a product of your vivid imagination, a Tulpa made by your over-lonely mind"
Nailed the delivery. Kaede closes her eyes.
Can she transport behind her door?
"What the Fuck!"
She's inside.
