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WHO: Fuu, Connie, maybe special surprise inside guest?
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: End of the monthish?
WHAT: Fuu is helping Connie learn to control his powers. Shenanigans ensue!
WARNINGS: Some faitos probably, Connie's potty mouth, Fuu's stepford smiles

Thread Uno: In which two adventuresome bright youths learn their fantasy crazy has nothing on people crazy.
Thread Dos: In which handsome salvation happens. Maybe. I dunno we'll get back to you on this one.

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"I'm a genius. I'll master these freak abilities in no time flat!"

That's what Connie had said. And here they are, a few weeks later. He's sort of getting the hang of turning the music off. Now he just needs to figure out how to turn it back on at will. Because... He's not sure really. It'll help him protect humanity or something. Whatever reasoning, if he's learned anything watching Eren all this time it's that he needs to get his shit together. Having powers you can't control aren't good for anyone. What if his music gives him and someone else away during a sneak attack?

They'd be a meal in no time.

"Okay. Explain to me again how you make your powers start and stop. There's got to be a trick," he says as they walk through downtown. He feels like a dumbass. But at least she's helping him. He's getting further working on this with her than he was on his own.

Fuu had to admit, she wasn't really sure what practical application Connie's power could be used for. He did look like a young man who could handle himself in a fight, but why set music to it? Evidence that Miss Porter had a sense of humor, perhaps...

She rubbed her chin as she contemplated his question. Her own powers functioned the same way they had in Cephiro: focus the will, speak the words, cast a spell. It seemed to be a standard way of doing magic, but she wondered if it could apply to his ability. "Can you remember if you had any specific feeling before the music started?" she said. "A physical feeling, or perhaps just a sort of sixth sense--if you can recognize what occurs in the moment before, you can figure out how to trigger it at will."

Anything specific... Uh... Come on Connie! He could figure this out. He could!

"...Yeah. Like I was going to sneeze. What a bunch of crap. I get freak powers and they're the lamest of them all!" Sneezing would explain why the music keeps turning on and off randomly... But Sasha can teleport! And Fuu has magic! How can he compare to that? He feels like a chump.

Just then...

In a nearby alley the clang of a trashcan being knocked over sounded out. Nobody else, but Connie and Fuu were close enough to hear, but a thin, muffled sounding voice could be heard soon after. "N-no...! Get away!!"

Like he was going to sneeze? Strange, but distinctive. It was definitely enough to work with. "I don't think we should be so fatalistic about it," she said, though admittedly she had to wrack her brains for something, anything that could be called a practical application. "Music can be quite distracting, depending on what--"

She stopped when she heard the clang and the desperate plea. She darted ahead to peer into the alley to see a masked figure trying to drag off a young woman. A bright flash told her that he had a knife. If she used Binding Wind on both of them, his victim might get badly cut.

"Leave her alone!" Fuu drew her sword, all seven feet of it. Truthfully it was impractical in a narrow space, but she hoped the sheer size of it would startle the kidnapper into dropping his own weapon.

Fuu... Had a long sword. A really long sword. Seriously it was longer than she was tall. But now was not the time to be impressed by that! Following behind Connie was wondering if maybe he should circle around the block and come from the other end of the alley for a pincer. But that would take forever without his 3dmg. Or longer than he cared to leave Fuu fighting alone at least.

"More kids? ...Looks like we're meeting quota early." Said the masked man in a Gravely Voice. He twisted the arms of the young woman behind her back harshly, all the better to grip her with, my dear. I am a shit writer today gomen.

"What is he--" That was just about all Connie got out before an ice cream truck sitting on the street corner rolled forward to a stop behind him. The passenger door was violently flung open, knocking Connie forward into Fuu. And...if aim was true into the trash can WHY NOT.

These guys were just that fucking good. MATHEMATICS!

Really that might have been for the best because Fuu wasn't actually willing to run through a human being with her sword. Instead she impaled the trash can. She let it go immediately to keep it from doing more damage and it vanished back into the glove--which allowed her to hit the pavement.

Whoever opened the door grabbed her by the collar and hauled her up, flinging her into the back of the truck where she rebounded off the freezer. "Ow!"

"Hurry up! Grab the other one!" The kidnapper in the alley shoved his victim into the back door and grabbed Connie to do the same. Fuu winced, but decided not to fight back yet--apart from these two being much bigger than she was, it seemed this was no random act. What quota? Why kids, specifically? There was something here that needed to be stopped.

Not that she particularly expected Connie not to fight himself.

Connie might be on the small side, but he was a trained soldier. And these were just humans. The first guy to attempt to grab him was quickly flipped. But...alley... Meant more the guy hit the wall, rebounded and landed on Connie.

"Argh!" It might be said unarmed street fighting was never really covered in training. He was quickly squashed and then just as quickly chucked in the back as well. Slamming into a wall he curled up in pain. He should have had his 3dmg on him. Or a gun. Stupid thinking everything was so peaceful here he'd be safe.

The sound of the doors slamming shut roused him though. Scrambling to his feet he tried to shove them open before they could be locked, but-- click. "Crap!"

He looked back at Fuu and the young woman from the alley and...another boy and girl, all of them teenagers. "What the hell is going on? Slavery's illegal here too, right? It'd better be."

Or he was going to have some issues with this place. More issues.

Ah. So they were being harvested for some reason. Fuu smiled reassuringly at the other passengers in the truck. She tugged down the strap of her watch, the one she wore when she wanted to conceal her status, displaying the glowing tattoo. "Don't worry."

Their eyes went a little wider, but Fuu didn't think it had actually reassured. Oh well... and here was Connie. "Oh yes, for quite a long time. I think we can safely say that what these men are doing is illegal."

"They said something about a sacrifice..." said the other boy.

"And they're delivering us in--" she paused, bracing herself as the vehicle lurched into motion--"an ice cream truck? At least we'll have something tasty to eat on the way."

W-what... Much staring did sure commence. Why did Fuu sound like Sasha... "Now's not the time to be eating!!" Wait--

"Shit! Gimme an ice cream!" He had that second power. Maybe ice cream not melting meant it became hard as iron bamboo! Grabbing an ice cream sandwich he slashed at the door to the truck with it and-- now everyone had ice cream and cookie splatter on them. ...Least it won't melt?

"...Crap."

Powers: 2. Connie: -infinity.

Well, Fuu hadn't been expecting a change of heart that quickly. Nor did she expect what he did with the ice cream, otherwise she'd have ducked.

"There aren't any 'cold steel' flavors," she said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her glasses, making a surreptitious (albeit astigmatic) glance at the other three kids. Their expressions spoke volumes. So much for don't worry.

No chance of using her sword in this truck, not without beheading everyone else and probably causing a major traffic accident. As for magic, well, she doubted even her Emerald Typhoon could break through insulated steel. "I think it would be best if we waited until we reached our destination." She tried to think of how to phrase I don't think they'll murder us as soon as they open the doors in a way that wouldn't further terrify... "If we're being used in some ritual, that should give us enough time to resist and break free."

I'll edit this later

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