Jun, Monday 17, 2007 - 5:00 PM

A few days had passed since the group returned to Metro City. The atmosphere in the city had shifted, but the real tension lay in the air of the [Training Dimension], where everyone except for Paradox had gone to hone their skills. The threat of stronger enemies loomed in their minds like an ominous cloud, ready to strike at any moment. Omni Eve knew they needed to be prepared, but today, there were other matters at hand.

Today, Paradox and Omni Eve, clad in her signature costume, found themselves hovering above the city, surveying the streets below.

"Why do I have to be here?" Paradox asked, his tone lazy, as if the entire task was beneath him.

"Because I said so," Omni Eve shot back, eyes fixed on the bustling streets below. "You live here, don’t you? You should help protect the town you live in."

Paradox scoffed, arms crossed over his chest as he floated beside her. "Nah, not my style. Not saying I won't help if things get dicey, but protecting the city isn’t exactly my main priority." His tone carried that usual indifference, like he had far better things to do than play the role of a hero.

Omni Eve glanced at him, irritation creeping into her voice. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But you're going to help, whether you like it or not." There was no room for debate in her tone, and Paradox knew it.

“Hmph. Fine," he grumbled, "But just saying—I could be at home playing games instead of standing around here.” He sighed dramatically, staring longingly at the distant skyline as if his precious games awaited him just over the horizon.

"You do that every day, Brother. That's all you do," Omni Eve snapped, her annoyance bubbling to the surface. "So stop complaining for once."

Before Paradox could reply with another snarky remark, a deafening explosion shook the city. The ground trembled beneath them as smoke billowed into the sky. Flames roared to life at a nearby jewelry store, its windows shattered, and alarms blaring in every direction.

"Well, looks like we've got something to do." Paradox yawned, stretching his arms casually, as if the destruction before them were nothing more than an inconvenience. "Let’s get this over with so I can go back home and sleep."

With that, he shot off towards the scene, with Omni Eve close behind. The two of them descended upon the chaos like meteors, landing just in time to see two masked figures dart out of the burning store. Bags of stolen goods bulged in their arms as they dove into a waiting car, tires screeching as they sped away. Within moments, multiple police cars followed in hot pursuit, their sirens screaming through the air.

"Do they really think they can get away with this? It's like they don't know a hero's in town," Paradox mused, shaking his head in disbelief.

Omni Eve’s eyes narrowed as she stretched out her hand, her telekinetic power reaching for the speeding car. "Who cares? Let’s stop them," she muttered, focusing her energy.

The car’s wheels screeched and smoked as it fought against her telekinetic hold. The engine roared, and the vehicle began to catch fire, the tires spinning in vain as if trying to escape an invisible grip.

"Why don’t they just jump out?" Paradox wondered aloud, rolling his eyes. "Humans never think things through. It’s like they shut off their brains when they panic."

With a casual wave of her other hand, Omni Eve used her powers to fling open the car doors, yanking the criminals from the vehicle as if they were nothing more than ragdolls. She dangled them midair, their terrified screams drowned out by the crackling flames behind them. Her fingers twitched, and their bodies contorted in pain, bones creaking under her grip.

“Eve, don’t,” Paradox warned, though his voice lacked any real urgency. "There’s no point in hurting them. It’s not like they’ve harmed anyone… yet." He added the last word quietly, almost to himself.

Omni Eve’s gaze hardened as she tightened her psychic grip. "They could have killed innocent people with that explosion." Her voice was cold, resolute. She wasn’t going to let these criminals walk away unscathed.

"If that's what you want…" Paradox shrugged, knowing there was no arguing with her when it came to her sense of justice. "I won’t stop you."

With a final twist of her hand, Omni Eve crushed their legs, the sound of bones snapping echoed through the air. The criminals screamed in agony as they crumpled to the ground, unable to move.

“There. Done.” Omni Eve said, satisfied as she dusted off her hands, floating down to the ground.

Paradox raised an eyebrow. "Brutal, as always."

"I do what needs to be done," she replied flatly. "Besides, they won't be running off anywhere now."

"I’ve been wondering…" Paradox began, his tone thoughtful. "Have you noticed that since the incident with Soundwave, crime has skyrocketed around here?"

Omni Eve’s expression shifted, the realization dawning on her. "Now that you mention it, yeah. Just two years ago, there wasn't much crime besides dealing with Soundwave." She crossed her arms, frowning.

"You should be careful," Paradox warned, glancing around the damaged street. "You never know what’ll happen while you’re out doing your hero work."

"I don't have to worry," she replied with a small smile. "Because I have you to help me."

Paradox shot her a suspicious look. "And what do you mean by that?"

"You’re going to be helping me from now on," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I already got Norika on board. You’re the only one left."

"That's going to be a no. For the hundredth time—no." Paradox crossed his arms in an exaggerated X formation. "Not doing it."

Omni Eve leaned in, her smile growing wider. "If you don’t help, I’ll tell Norika where you hide when you’re trying to avoid her."

Paradox's eye twitched, and he muttered under his breath. "Fine, I’ll help… not that I want to."

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Down below, the criminals were being cuffed and dragged away by police officers, one of them waving up at Omni Eve in thanks.

"Another day, another crisis averted," Paradox sighed, folding his arms. "Can we go home now?"

Jun, Tuesday 25, 2007 - 6:15 PM

A week had passed since the incident at the jewelry store. Every day, it seemed like crime was on the rise, with reports of bank robberies, car theft, and even buildings being blown to smithereens. The city's peace had shattered like glass, and Omni Eve, Norika, and a reluctant Paradox found themselves constantly on the move, saving the day time and again.

Thanks to their efforts, no one had been seriously hurt, but the strain was beginning to show. Metro City was buzzing with news articles about Omni Eve and her two companions, their heroics plastered on every front page. Their names were spreading across the globe, but the pressure only seemed to grow with each passing day.

And then, Soundwave struck again.

Captured once, Soundwave had been imprisoned, only to escape and return to wreak havoc on the city. His reign of terror left homes destroyed, cars flipped, and lives lost. Chaos reigned in the streets, and even Omni Eve’s iron will was tested.

This time, though, Omni Eve had had enough. She crushed Soundwave’s bones over and over with her telekinetic powers, restoring them only to crush them again. His screams echoed through the city until he passed out from the pain, his broken body finally handed over to the police once more.

As they watched Soundwave being hauled away, Paradox shook his head. "It’s like he enjoys the pain, don’t you think?" he mused aloud, to the readers.

Jun, Wednesday 26, 2007 - 6:15 PM

Now today we find our story in Neo City

Neo City—an urban marvel with a skyline dominated by towering skyscrapers that seemed to pierce the heavens, each one draped in shimmering glass reflecting the vivid hues of neon signs that flickered and danced across every corner. Holographic displays hovered mid-air, offering directions, showcasing the latest technological marvels, and advertising upcoming citywide events. The metropolis buzzed with the energy of its citizens, all moving with the rhythm of the advanced world they lived in.

On the quieter, more sterile side of the city, along 5900 Healing Center Drive in the medical district, stood the imposing structure of BioReserve Genetics. Known for its cutting-edge research in gene editing and genetic engineering, the building specializes in tailoring personalized treatments aimed at curing genetic disorders at their root cause. It was also involved in creating genetically modified organisms for agricultural and environmental purposes.

Inside one of the sleek, sterile labs, a woman stood. Pale-skinned and dressed in a sleeveless white tunic with gold accents along the collar, her attire was completed by a fitted jacket made of iridescent fabric that shimmered as it caught the light. Dark blue, form-fitting trousers and knee-high silver boots gave her a sleek, professional appearance. Around her neck hung a golden crescent moon pendant, a simple yet elegant piece of jewelry.

She appeared no older than nineteen, and at this moment, she was deep in concentration, working on what could only be described as a scientific marvel—a greenish-purple liquid swirling inside a vial in her hand. Her focus was momentarily broken by the faint sound of a television playing in the background, broadcasting news reports of the recent heroic deeds of Omni Eve in Metro City.

"Seems like she's doing well," the woman muttered to herself. "Good. Once I finish this, I’ll have something even more revolutionary... A cure for most diseases, right at the genetic level."

She held the vial up to the light, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

Just then, the television screen flickered. The news broadcast was interrupted by a rapid series of unsettling images—gruesome murders and bloody crime scenes flashed across the screen, only to be replaced by cartoons before the carnage returned. The loop repeated over and over, each transition more jarring than the last.

"What in the world...?" she muttered, attempting to turn off the television with the remote. But no matter what she did, the screen refused to shut off. Frustrated, she bolted out of the room, racing down the sterile white halls of the facility, checking other rooms. Every television was the same—flashing between the grotesque and the absurd.

Coworkers gathered in confusion, some frantically trying to fix the issue. One of them, equally perplexed, shook their head when asked if they knew what was going on. Just as panic began to spread, the chaotic screen finally settled, displaying the image of a young man.

He had shaggy brown hair, the messy strands falling over his forehead. His oversized hoodie displayed a smirking emoji of superiority. The most striking feature, however, were his LED glasses that flickered between corrupted internet symbols and mocking emojis. He exuded an air of chaotic arrogance.

"I bet you’re all wondering what’s happening, huh?" His voice was laced with mischief. "Well, to put it simply—this whole city is under my control. I’ve hacked every television, and in two hours’ time, I’ll be hacking the bank vault and taking all the gold inside. LOL, it's gonna be lit! So, try and stop me if you dare! MTFBWY! Meme Lord out!"

With that, the screen cut back to its regular programming as if nothing had happened.

The room was silent for a moment before a wave of uneasy murmurs swept through the crowd.

"What was that?" one woman asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Some kind of prank, right?" a man replied, though the doubt in his tone was evident.

"Do you think he’ll actually attack the bank?" another coworker wondered aloud.

"Who knows? I just hope nothing bad happens." The woman turned to the pale-skinned young woman, who had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal. "What do you think, Zeyla?"

Zeyla, as she was now identified, stood silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. Despite her calm demeanor, she had been masking her true appearance, blending in with humans around her.

"I don’t think he’ll succeed," Zeyla replied, her voice steady and confident.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure?"

Zeyla simply smiled. "I just am."

Without wasting another moment, Zeyla left the facility, weaving through the bustling streets until she found herself in a dark alleyway. Glancing around to ensure she was alone, she allowed her disguise to fall. Her skin shifted, turning a pale blue with faint silver markings that danced along her arms and neck. Her clothes transformed, revealing her bodysuit—form-fitting with a deep V-neck cut that exposed a moderate amount of cleavage. The neckline was bordered with metallic gold trim, and the bodysuit extended to cover her shoulders and upper arms, ending just above the elbows. Her arms were fully exposed, showcasing the intricate designs and patterns etched into her skin.

The bodysuit clung to her form, extending to mid-thigh and featuring cut-out panels on the sides with gold accents highlighting her thighs. The design was high-cut on the sides, wrapping snugly around her hips and buttocks, accentuating her figure. The back of the suit had a low-cut design with a slight curve, revealing a bit of skin and featuring the same intricate patterns as the front. The metallic gold trim extended to the edges of her back. Her cape, made of iridescent feathers, shimmered and swayed gracefully with her movements, attaching at the shoulders and flowing down to mid-calf.

Taking on her Hero persona in which she calls herself Sonora "Time to get to work," Sonora whispered to herself, taking to the skies with a burst of power.

The wind rushed past her as she flew high above Neo City, her eyes scanning the streets below. She spent the better part of an hour searching for the so-called "Meme Lord," but to no avail. He had disappeared, leaving only his cryptic broadcast behind. With time running out, Zeyla adjusted her strategy.

"If I can’t find him, I’ll wait for him at the bank," she muttered, her determination unwavering. She set her sights on the Bank of Neo City, located at 01 Neo Avenue.

–Meanwhile, with Meme Lord–

Back in the dark confines of an unknown location, Meme Lord leaned back in his chair, an evil grin plastered on his face. His fingers danced across multiple keyboards, surrounded by glowing monitors displaying lines of code and encrypted signals.

"I bet they think I’m going to hit the bank," he snickered. "LOL, they have no idea what’s coming! They’ll be in for a real surprise when I execute the real plan!"

He laughed maniacally, his LED glasses flashing between various emojis, his voice echoing through the dimly lit room.

"Man, it feels good to be evil!"