Previously on With Great Power Quest:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=With%20Great%20Power%20Questand Rites of the Red Wizard Quest:
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/5043544/#q5045606I'm walking to the bus stop thinking how fucked my life had become since moving to Chicago, and how incredible it was too. I'd lost my mom, I'd seen things no one should ever see, I'd done things no one ought be able to do. I had a target on my back with the worst, most vile human beings in the world coming after me. And there was a weight on me, some kind of, I dunno, 'destiny' I only half understood threatening to crush me under it.
But there was also love like I'd never known existed. Ivy and Ayesha, who were too much for simple words to describe, but not just love like that, there were my friends too. Fire-Watch, my classmates, all the strangers who'd become friends and allies since I'd pulled on a mask to stop a shotgun totting psycho from blowing a whole in one of the prettiest girls I'd ever met. The indescribable joy of slipping off gravity's grasp and lift up into the clear blue sky with the inevitable, exhilarating plunge back to earth coming after it.
A life split down the middle. How could give it up?
One thing I needed right now, a shower and a change of clothes. I might be late to school but I wasn't going to skip, not for no good reason. I fired off a text to Dad, promising we'd talk tonight. We'd been fighting and a day later after so much horror it all felt a little stupid. He deserved to be happy, and deserved my support. He was expecting a kid with a good woman.
My step-mother. Thinking of Miss Flores like that was too weird, not least because I'd crushed on her pretty hard when I'd first started in her class. Didn't need the 'Family Therapy' vibes.
It was a couple transfers to get home. I'd be racing the bell for gym class.
I got in, got changed, got out.
Which reminded me. I needed to get my jacket back from Ayane.
Halfway to school I got a text. Remix. One word: Bingo.
Ok. That was important. Then another from Ms Grant: Need to talk. Water Tower. Tonight.
That was just as important. Fuck.
Whatever either one was, they'd have to wait until after school.
>Arrange to visit Remix at the Farm>Arrange the meet with Ms Grant 