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Stevie: disproven, booooo Stevie: Rip-off, smchiff-off, it's still working on people so-hooo it stands to reason the thing at the gala was totally the real deal Stevie: IMAGINE that's what power I got. damn.

suzu: it was a possibility that was disproven

suzu: you know this one's a rip-off, right? stg i can't have you blowing up heads or fuck knows what else

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YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x04 "Old Wounds"

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stevie 📲 suzu

Stevie: 🙃🙃🙃🙃 Stevie: 'oh my name is suzu and i thought the serum was just some blue koolaid' MY ASS, BRO

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"See? You get me. I knew you would. Saint Stevie has a pretty badass ring to it. Kind of like a modern day Joan of Arc, except I haven't got the armor yet."

Emphasis on yet. If she had any say in the matter, then they'd never need armor. Maybe their skin would crystallize after taking the serum. Maybe the particles would regenerate in battle.

Maybe they wouldn't have to rely on the team to carry her on their backs when things get tough, because she doesn't have an ace up her sleeve.

"Mmm, nope." Dropping her backpack to the floor at her feet, she leans her forearms onto her thighs to lean towards Ryoji. "No injuries. Somehow Suzu got banged the fuck up but the normie got spared." The casual demeanor on their face dissolves. "Wait, did you?"

the flicker of a smile plucks at the corner of their lips. "saint, huh? i suppose that fits, seeing as such a saintly figure wouldn't need to cross their heart so often to remember the rhyme."

jest is paired with tension easing from his shoulders. for now, there's no discernible difference in stevie's demeanor. and every time that's the case, with any member, it's a blessing.

"as well as i can be, given the recent excitement." never mind that they awoke that morning completely --- unfeeling. paralyzed. and then the next moment, they could breathe. move as if nothing happened.

as well as i can be.

ryoji lifts a hand and wiggles his fingers. "didn't get injured during the chaos, did you?"

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While the crude word should make her recoil, Stevie just laughs. Hard. It's a belly laugh right up to the chest, amused that he's so abrasive upon first -- second? -- conversation with a stranger. Years ago, she would have never swore. Or drank. Or found herself fluttering in and out of these clubs between Crux jobs. They've allowed her a freedom to explore what it means to be themselves without much punishment. Perhaps it's pity because she's nothing in comparison to them, but the tiny vigilante doesn't think much into it.

"Kronos? Fuck no," they reply with a scrunched nose. "Gate crashing all the way. I did it last year, too, when they had those fancy little blue shrimp things on trays. It's just funny." Granted, he could be Kronos. (Oh well.) "What about you?"

otto tosses back the last of his drink in one swallow, licking his lips before settling back with a grin. she’s witty, he’s high - if he were more thin-skinned he’d almost be offended. he ought to be slightly more wary that she’s a hero groupie. even if he’s low on the totem pole, so-to-speak, everyone’s got to get on somewhere and the ground floor’s the easiest place. “cunt, probably.” he wiggles two fingers at the passing bottle girl, leaning into the affectionate touch of her hand, before he looks back at stevie. “now that we’ve got introductions out of the way. you work for kronos or are you a gate crasher?”

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"I know, thank the heroes for me, right?" Stevie jokes, pushing some of their hair out of their face as they look on to the other person in front of them. They're pretty, like a light surrounds them, but that could also be the alcohol talking. And she's busy taking their hands together like they've been friends for forever. (Having friends is still new, even four years into this thing.)

"Fuck that, keep your card in your purse!" she calls over the music, bumping arm to arm. "C'mon, we don't pay tonight. At least I didn't plan to. Do you do shots? Because I think I can get someone to buy us shots."

“Oh my God, did I?” Odessa cranes her neck to look behind her, hands reaching for that goddamned zipper. Then she remembers—hello, she can’t reach it. Letting the blonde zip her back up, she turns around to face her savior. “Thank you so much! Disaster evaded.” She beams, taking Stevie’s hands. “Oh, and you look so cute, too!” She chatters on as she leads them out of the bathroom, head bent close so the other can hear her over the loud bass of the club. “I’ll get you a drink. Or I’ll find someone to get us drinks. Same difference. What do you want?”

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Sophie THATCHER ; 6 avatars 400x640

↪ crédit : nukaven

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SOPHIE THATCHER in “HARNESS YOUR HOPES” by PAVEMENT

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Although swapping spit with a stranger should be lower on her list of objectives for the night, Stevie takes the vape pen from his hands before she can say no. It's all about living life in a moment where she almost didn't: if only their parents could see them now. (One step from being a literal hero cleaning up these streets, and two steps away from being a super themselves.)

"If you were going to make one up, hypothetically speaking, then what would you call me?" they call over the music, taking a timid hit of the pen. "You look like a Dick to me, but jury's still out."

there are certainly better places for otto to spend his time - namely training, as the training officers and his handler would emphasize - than bar velo but none of the other trainees have spent the last six or so years of their lives cooped up in an expensive cage. if they want him, they can come easily find him. in the meantime, he’ll be out having fun - such as he is right now. trusty vape pen in hand, head tipped back against the couch to watch his shadows curlicuing across the ceiling in rhythm to the pulsing music when the little blonde raccoon from the gala pops up next to him. “glad to see you made it out alive,” otto says and takes a hit before offering the pen to her. “you got a name or do i get to make one up for you?”

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for: @amarcnthined where: lux nightclub

"Wait!" As if the other person leaving the bathroom will be life or death, a slightly inebriated Stevie leaps from her spot at the mirrors to meet them. "Hold up, Hot Stuff. Before you leave, you sort of missed the whole... zipper, thing, in the back." Holding her hands up in surrender, the blonde nods once. "Out of good faith, I cannot let you leave until it's fixed. It's too cute to be messy."

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So far, the damage to Crux seems to be simmering at a minimum. Granted they didn't stick around to find out for themselves -- self preservation, at the end of the day, is vital to the cause. Stevie may not be blessed with a super strength or mind control, but therein now lies the opportunity.

(One, as it were, to be just as important as Ryoji.)

"Me?" she asks with a smirk, shrugging a shoulder as they find a stool in the backroom to sit upon. "Please, I'm the saint of the squad. Cross my heart and hope to die with that vial in my... I can't think of a rhyme. What about you? All good?"

at bar velo with @steviemack

the backroom remains a place of consistency. despite needing to check for bugs every time they walk inside, there remains a sense of home in the space. ryoji has spent years with members long gone learning, strategizing, and patching up.

and now, he's in their place. on the other end of concern. which only spikes as stevie walks in.

"gotten into any trouble lately?"

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for: @fearspecter where: bar velo

"Hey!" Over the loud booms of bass overhead, it's tough to get their voice across. Maybe Stevie Mack has had a drink, maybe she'd had two, but she definitely hasn't had enough to forget this face. Flopping down on one of the expansive couches of the club, the smaller person leans in to shout over the techno. "I don't think you remember me, but I had to say thanks for pointing me in the right direction at that shitty snooty party."

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"Double powers would be wicked," Stevie suggests without much thought behind the implication. Granted there were negative possibilities: powers imploding, abilities going missing, growing a second head from a genetic mishap. For them? There's only one solution: powers upon powers upon powers. An infinite loop of good things, not bad.

Call her an optimist. (Or suggest she's absolutely mad.)

The idea that it's fake -- the entire set-up, the abilities, the vial itself -- brings a notable frown to her face. "Oh, wow, you're just on a binger for bummer information. Maybe it is... I don't fucking know, perfume with blue food dye. I'd still drink it. And if it's fake? Every lawyer in Novus would wanna talk to me." Her hands raise to rub her fingers together, brows waggling. "Money's money, no matter how you slice it."

“I don’t really want to find out how it’d fuck with me, no,” Suzu replies dryly, crossing her arms. If it gives non-supers powers, what would it do to her? She can run through a number of possibilities—taking away her abilities, corrupting them to the state of uselessness, changing them entirely—and none are worth the risk of playing a chemical version of russian roulette. “It was half-assed, though.” A little light show is nothing compared to the backstreets of Novus, and Stevie knows that. 

“Look, you don’t even know if that’s the real thing. It could be a placebo and they’ve got the real serum locked up in Kronos HQ. Don’t you want better proof than some levitating glasses and blue liquid going down like shots? They might not even have any left here for you to take.”