Syntax-Takes
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Another little sketch by Karen/Korpspropaganda, of Volta having a Very Normal One about her favorite hero, while the reincarnation of said favorite hero quietly enjoys a Korpspri Sun and stays out of the way.

A little accompanying Blurb

“The fuck did you say about True North II?”

Volta’s accusatory tone and the buzz of current underlining it immediately cut across the conversation. The K-sec guards, startled, glanced up at the wolf in alarm. Of course both of them recognized her, she was practically a household name—though neither the badger or the bobcat looked prepared for the intimidating Redline to be bearing down on them about late superheroes.

Too bad for them.

The badger bristled first, turning her nose up at Volta flippantly. “Hey, look, no shade to him but I’m just glad the old man’s not standing in the Korps’ way anymore. I’m sorry that Audrey lost her dad, and all, but—”

“But nothin’,” the red wolf growled, her southern twang flaring up as her hackles raised. The ambient charge in the air seemed to curve around her, making both guards’ fur start to stand on end. “You don’t know shit about the guy, keep his name out of your mouth.”

“What, are you like, president of the True North fanclub or something?” The bobcat joked nervously, taking a step back.

Volta bared her teeth. “Take a wild fucking guess, pipsqueak.”

— — —

The Girl was finally starting to get on a more regular food schedule, evening out her intake in favor of more snacks and treats throughout the day. As her physique finally started to take shape, she needed way less protein than she did the first few weeks, but keeping her blood sugar up was still a balancing act.

So, of course, the Nurses O had recommended Korpspri suns.

As she idly sipped at one, strolling through KDS’ atrium and admiring the Overlord’s handiwork in the greenery draping over the walkways, crawling up the walls, shaped artfully around the windows of the passages and offices surrounding the central gardens, she couldn’t help but hear a familiar voice raised (crackling with energy, too) at a pair of unwitting security guards on break.

“What’s so great about True North anyway? Aurora heroes are all the same!” The badger snorted, shrinking in the wake of a massive shape of autumn colors and magenta sparks. The Girl hung back, discretely sipping at the high-calorie juice as she watched what had to be her past life’s biggest die-hard fan stand at full height and snarl like she were baring down on hapless victims topside.

“He was a REAL hero, you Mook!” Volta almost shouted, clearly having worked herself into a hyperfixation-fueled frenzy. “True North would make mincemeat out of you if he were still here! He could take you dweebs apart even with his bad leg!” She jammed a finger into the badger’s chest, making her stumble backward. “You put some respect on his name, you understand me? He’s NOTHING like the rest of Aurora.”

The Girl nearly choked on a mouthful of juice. As quietly and un-heroically as possible she quickly 180’d and found another walkway to take, smiling to herself. Even if she was quite glad to be rid of that name and that body, at least someone like Volta still saw the best in it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, to keep picking her brain on what made her fall for the bygone hero.

The Girl might even take notes.


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