POV Huntress

International corporation, that got smaller number of heart medicine was sending us lot of e-mails. They couldn’t reconcile with us. They sent another spies, that were found. They put pressure on Tom from pharmacy. I thought, that they couldn’t understand, that money couldn’t fix everything.

We were supporting Tom and waiting for them, to change their ways. We got enough money. Many of Devas could use that time to their advancement in stats. We didn’t need to produce medicine all the time. Still, rude way corporation was acting made me feel, that we needed retaliation. I was working on it.

Another big topic, was case of Jack. He stayed with us for few days under pretense, that he wanted to have some health examination. His bio-stone was taken after two days by military. We needed way to help him recover it. He told military, that he needed to be by the stone from time to time, to produce medicine, but he was on our side completely. He wanted to get independent, from military. His linking was quite smooth and we had theory, that stone after few days after death of host would change to easier link to new host. Also linking in low temperature guarded candidate from most of mental, brain damage.

As almost always there was decisions to be made. We could try to buy back Jack’s stone or we could try to steal it and replace it with replica. Whatever plan we would choose, we shouldn’t try realize another. If we wanted to go for stealing, we shouldn’t show, that bio-stone was important for us. If we wanted to make offer for it, stealing after would show us as suspects.

Also, Devas supporters were growing in numbers. We needed to invest more money in them and possibly gave them some tasks. People feel better, when they have task to do, even if they fail in doing them. I was asking more Devas for help. Luckily Mercy didn’t go for En project. She said, that she promised to wait, but would be able to tell me in time, what it was about. That was nice out of her. I got my own huge project. I had second wave of awoken.

We did another show time in theatre. We had more magic abilities to show. We showed them all major abilities and minor ability freezing. I didn’t have expectations for new awoken to master sensory radar or sonic boom or wind sphere. I heard, that some Devas wanted to invest their strength mixtures in some people just for experiment. It would look as taking private disciples, so we needed to talk about it on next big meeting. Also, there was almost no one from first batch of awoken, that get two magic abilities. There were two exception with freezing as second ability. No two major abilities users were raised. It meant, that we would need to make different branches, that would group magic users.

I heard, that some of Devas wanted to do it according to old stories about Chinese cultivation sects. I wasn’t in that topic, but name sect alone was shuddering me. Still, some kind of structure, where more experienced members would help less experienced one was taking out lot of responsibilities from Devas. I had great inner pain, because all normal organizations developed abilities of their members to use them somewhere with profit. Nameless started this magic university, but even he didn’t find way to make profit out of magic.

I was consoling myself, that even in real life people, that went through Universities or Academias, with exception of Politechnicas, were in fact useless people till, they found their places on work market. Politechnicas are higher level of education schools in Poland, that teach technical, math related and actual science related abilities. Academias are just higher level of education schools, that wasn’t named university from different reasons. All around the world it is known, that higher education not related to hard science doesn’t ensure job. So, it was easier to me to pull that magic university gambit without magic job after education. People, who would graduate wouldn’t hate me probably, that I wasted good chunk of their time. But it would be lot better, if we could find them some magic related jobs.

I wanted some research in that direction and probably I would need to talk with En about it. That pointed me to another topic. When I looked back, at some point En started to act strange. I needed to expose, what was happening with him. I got some sorrows, that he left me mainly, but other Devas too, with unfinished projects. I respected him, but he wasn’t young boy without responsibilities.

There was another thousand of smaller matters, as Unlimited Devas who joined lately and Associated, were asking me, how to do things and what to do quite often. Sometimes I was so tired, that I agreed for non-optimal solutions of problems just to have them off my head. I got some support from girls, but Lily was more of administration person and others couldn’t often decide by themselves. I understood, why Sith didn’t hurry with leading.

POV Beria

We went to Returned Glory city. It was easy to intercept squat. I had new hunting or haunting grounds. I liked to go out in evening and prank people with illusion of shadows ability. Also I was able to go around city to find my victims. I learned from War-Saw experience, that crimes should be made far away from my base.

There were things I lost after we ran from War-Saw, main was that people weren’t so political apart from capital. We didn’t have lot of local support. People here were quite peaceful. To be political for person almost always mean, to be in rage or hurt or psycho. There is also politics coming from business and safety feeling, but we didn’t want have anything with that lowly causes.

My team, people that came with me were starting to feel restless. They wanted to destroy something or at least had some quarrels with another politically ideologized group. We lived on negative emotions and it was my pride, as all revolutions went on because negative emotions moved them.

To tell you truth, my main concern were spies I could have among my team. I knew, I had no proof, that there were any, but we, all team, felt, that that was the case with us. Little paranoia was helping us in preventing degradation to peaceful people level. I knew paranoia burns out with time. I needed to make false sleeping spy in out midst or find another source of negative emotions.

We were indifferent on climate topics. We tried to activate leftist people in Returned Glory city against nazis, as German and nazi are synonyms and city is close to nazis border. But there were lot of tourism from Germany and not many areas of conflicts with them. I was disappointed. In fact people in Poland didn’t care much of nazis as they were dying off with time. They rarely saw German people as they were low in numbers. They often saw migrants, people that got Germany citizenship after ten years or inherited it from parents or grandparents. It was lost case.

So we went for anti-government sentiments. It was easy to do, but we needed to hide from public, that we were Russian socks. I didn’t feel proud of that, but you did, what you had to do. That gave my comrades things to do and hate to grow.

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I shared with most trusted strength mixture. I also had poison and we wanted to kill some official with it. It was hard to choose, as majors of the biggest cities in Poland are almost all leftists. Politicians, that were non leftists were less known and we wanted something, that would create loud blow. In the meantime we were searching for right wing radicals, to fight with them. Since I had some ubermensch created with mixture, I wanted to try them in fight. We didn’t choose to fight with football fans, as it was too big and revengeful community. We wanted somebody with whom we could mess safely.

There was also topic of money. When you don’t have too much money, you don’t have too much chances to use them in bad ways. We did too much drugs, weed mainly. It helped me tie my team closer to me, but made them more unpredictable. I could clean them or sponsor them. I asked them to start dealing to cut costs.

Only one thing was bothering me. Devas were becoming too strong. I put lot of distance between us, but was afraid, that they would find me. I didn’t even know what was happening as for that moment I didn’t want to talk with Bear or Legibot. I knew, that Devas made some public organization and wanted to put my spy there. I got long thought, how much money I could give to my spy. I thought, that it should be less radical person among us.

POV Main

We got six misfits. It wasn’t look good so far. They were real misfits, not misfits from American movie or serial. In those, misfits are just the same and only difference is they way of wearing clothes. Or they just point as misfits to themselves, what proves nothing. Real misfits are different from other people by the way they act. No, they are not epileptics. I got one, that never looked other people into the eyes. When you talked with him, he looked usually over your left ear. No, he didn’t have defect of vision. Another was silent or talked so loud, that almost cried. Girl wore too short clothes and pushed people that came too close in her opinion without warning. Another one looked normal, but Mouse said, that he wanted to be a hero. Another girl was stalker or I wasn’t Nameless. Last one must have been emo body builder. It was all we got, so we needed to live with them.

They came as we invited them for camp, where we paid them for each day. Main issue with misfits is, that they are not too rich, sometimes totally not rich, not rich at all. Part of misfits career is, that at some point, they are poor and some life choices are made suboptimal. Usually people have worse times and better times and after times turn to better, they have motivation to create lifestyle, that won’t put them into bad times again. It’s not so easy, because their surroundings are often part of their problem. Still, some don’t reject their bad times experience. They cherish it as it taught them about dark side of humanity or just have PTSD. It became as decoration, scar of glory to look as you were in bad times. And sometimes you are still in bad times.

I consoled myself, that we didn’t took normal misfits. We took ones patient and stubborn. And courageous enough to spy on Devas supporters in public.

First day I tried to teach them lightning and Mouse tried with plasma ball. One of girls acted as she wanted to pick me up. I didn’t say anything because it was first day, but surely she noticed, that I would react negatively, if she would repeat her actions. Mouse had them in afternoon. They were getting on my nerves, but they tried learn magic honestly. I could respect them for that. I needed time to get used to them or else I would erupt.

I wanted to go through all magic abilities with them. Somehow it went, that Coal chose all major abilities opposite to mine. I needed his help, so I promised, that I would help him with his project in the future or pay him with mixtures. He chose future help. I would feel better, if he wanted mixtures, as I was already on stats plateau. Coal came from second day.

I really was struggling with teaching. Few times I thought about taking break for few days. I just couldn’t find common language with them. Coal and Mouse was better at this than me. But I preserved. After a week, which was time for this camp, each of them learned well one magic ability and had minimal, but recognizable, hold of another. In two cases it was freezing, so minor one, but rest had two majors. They were geniuses, brilliant, fucking monsters. I evaluated them comparing to group, that was created from Devas supporters.

In the evenings we had talks. They had their free time, but they also were talks. Me, Mouse and Coal could say few things as long as it was connected to avoiding Devas supporters, bio-stones and staying moral. I thought, that we were doing that more to ourselves, as we had some issues there. I had. Still, they connected dots and started asking questions.

We knew, that we should tell them some hard facts, but we were afraid to tell too much. So we avoided some topics. They were load of my Noah Ark. I wanted them to survive any typhoon, that would come. Last day we talked much and more openly. They asked, if they could teach others for money, those abilities they got. In fact it was good idea. I wanted them to start some cultivation sect, but perhaps they were smarter. I told them, that we had plan to buy them some monastery like area and helped them there in their studies of magic. They didn’t want any monastery like area. They wanted one normal, bright building, where they could try to teach their students. Rooms should be immune to some magic abilities. We had long discussion, because I wanted them to stay hidden from Devas supporters. They felt good in War-Saw and they didn’t want to change location. As War-Saw is big city, we could put them far from Devas center. I couldn’t oppose them as they had talent for magic. I just felt, that I didn’t understand what was important to them. I would be happy creating cultivation sect in some remote corner of Poland as Wim Hof did. You should find info about Wim Hof in Wikipedia, as he is sensation, because he is alive and got some results without mentoring or help. He didn’t have cultivation sect to direct him. Whatever, I told the same thing to misfits and they didn’t seem to be very interested.

POV Diana

When you like some people, they can put pressure on you. Cultists from Ahriman’s Order couldn’t put pressure on me. Those many girls and some boys could. They wanted blood and revenge. I couldn’t reject them directly, as then they flame would diminish. It told me about deflecting method. We had training period.

I bought some land on countryside not far from city and border. Then I bought Dutch houses, as they were cheap. My new cult, I called Revengers, was working hard to make area livable. We didn’t have running water just electricity. We had field of grass, that wasn’t taken care of. We had no fence. There were many things that little, determined women could fix. And every morning they were hitting grass or trees with baseball bats. I wanted for them to train on melons, but there weren’t many in shops. So one day I bought rabbits from farmers. We put some fence, not big and not spacious, and after I threw rabbits inside, many rabbits they got training aim. Each of them needed to kill two rabbits to be named as proper Revenger. Not more as I had limited number of rabbits.

Well, if you tried in past do some tasks with animals, that don’t listen to humans, you should know how it goes. It’s not the same as swinging with baseball bat on tree. Animals are trying to stay alive. Rabbits weren’t different. There is special quality to rabbits as you need to blow them really hard in head to kill them in one hit. Usually, they would bleed from eyes or mouth and jump as far from attacker as they can. And they were fluffy when they rubbed against your legs. For those girls and boys more important was psychical strength than physical. As rabbits couldn’t do much against them.

I watched as few girls broke their kindness limits. Perhaps you saw it in others eyes, when they decide to go against their nature and kill somebody or something. Something is dying inside of person, that is killing another. Once it died it stays dead. Then blood and guts of rabbits wouldn’t make much impression even if they were on your clothes, hands and face. But seeing as people would feel death inside of them always make impression. Even I was impressed when last crying girl killed her quota. She was shaken and perhaps felt guilty, but she would never be the same self conning girl. She cried because she didn’t want to see her monster side, but I made her see it. It turned me more than tortures. I felt hungry. There was one boy, that let me bite him from time to time. I needed him at that moment.