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3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30 years old...
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8. I eat far too much cheese.
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Vernon 2.0





Flatman? What was he talking about? Oh right, Vernon had said something dumb like that earlier, hadn't he?

As the car began to tumble toward him, he considered his options. He could freeze the car to the ground and stop it's tumbling. But no, that'd require much too perfect timing. Duck down and let the car bounce over him? But no, that'd require even more perfect timing.

No, Vernon knew exactly what must be done. DODGE!

He flung himself aside and into a bush... that he soon realized was a thorn bush. Oh gosh. Oh geez. Why had he gone left instead of right?

When he managed to extricate himself from the thorn bush, he saw Gilgamesha, alive and well, attacking Galbrek. Good, he'd have hated to explain to William that his mother had died in a fiery wreck. Well, the demon-boy had certainly fucked this one up. Gilgamesha was supposed to be rather scary, or so he'd been told. That said, Galbrek was also a huge pain in the ass.

"Yes, I think I'm just done for today," Vernon grumbled, but carefully maneuvered around the fight and let William's mother distract Galbrek for him. "This way dear. I'm afraid it's one step forward, two steps back today." He threw a hand over Andra's eyes and then pulled her toward him before attempting to guide her back to the park. He wasn't sure he wanted to face Wolf again just yet, but maybe Andras would make a good enough peace offering...
Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0





"Oh William... such terrible, terrible timing," Vernon said to himself. Poor boy had no idea what he was walking back into. He felt the invigorating power of William's ability take hold of him. If only he knew.

Suddenly, Celine ran back onto the scene and Vernon rolled his eyes as he pulled himself out of the car. Right as she was running past the "Fallen One", he let out an icy screech, aiming to trip her up by icing her feet. He couldn't have William be getting hurt. He also couldn't let William interfere with his new "friend." He supposed he'd just have to do everything himself.

There were no sides for him to take right now. He'd be playing for his own side. One he'd taken care of his own problems, then he'd worry about everyone else. Right now, he had to make sure that his relationship with William didn't reach the ears of his family. If they found out about Alexander, they'd certainly get... concerned.

As he and the Fallen One were passing, his hand shout out and grabbed her elbow to halt her.

"We may share a side, but don't think I'll forget how you've forced my hand today," Vernon shot her a disdainful look. "And clean that up on your way out, would you?" he gestured toward the hopefully incapacitated Celine. He then patted her on the shoulder and let her go.

Next he walked over to William, and a smile spread on his face. He stood in front to him, blocking his path, but also lifted a hand to stroke William's face lovingly.

"William, William, William," he began. "Things have changed a bit, my love. You've gotta stop. I'm afraid that if you try to impede her, then..." His hand slide down to William's chest before suddenly hooking a foot behind William's ankle and taking his leg out, simultaneously pushing against his chest aiming to drop him. "I'll have to impeded you." He hovered over William, a hand on each of William's elbows, pinning his arms to the ground. He knew right now William was making himself stronger, so he had to be fast. "You're resourceful, William, I know you can figure this out." Vernon's skin grew ice-cold and with a crackling sound, he caused ice to form around William's elbows, freezing his arms to the ground. It wouldn't hold forever, but even with William's strength it would hold him in place for a bit. "Just not today."

A few feet away...

"I'm... fine..." Wolf grumbled. He took a deep breath. Masami's second interruption gave him a second to thing. There was a crunching sound and numerous puffs of concrete dust. He suddenly sat fully upright with no trouble, though he paused for a second once he had. Ribs. Ow.

Still, ejecting his rear spikes had instantly freed him. Not quite the intended use, but it got the job done. He noticed that Vernon was suddenly attacking William. Oh good. "If you'll excuse me..." Wolf got to his feet and stomped past Masami. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Only what is necessary." Vernon stood, but didn't face Wolf. "I'm not any happier about it than you are."

"Unlikely," Wolf growled.

"Hm." Vernon spun as Wolf got close, aiming a blast of ice right into his face. It had worked for the masked girl, hadn't it? Indeed it slowed Wolf's advance, but he just reflexively attacked anyway. Vernon ducked underneath and placed a hand against Wolf's elbow, icing up the armor's joint. He darted around Wolf, limb-to-limb, doing the same until he could barely move. He finished by simply throwing himself bodily against the armored boy, knocking him over, Wolf unable to even catch his own fall.

"Gah!" Vernon clutched at his arm. A spike had nicked his bicep and it burned like hell. "What an asshole..." With any luck, the "Fallen One" had been given plenty of time at this point. "Alright, foxy lady," he spoke to Masami. "You have some options here, you can interfere and join th-"

He was interrupted by an impatient tap on his shoulder. He glanced over and saw it was Vera.

"Back off, girl. You can't do anything here. Just be glad I only incapacitated him rather than hurt him," he told her before turning back to Masami. "You can interfere and join them, or you can stay safe and-"

Another impatient tap. Harder and more insistent. How... aggravating.

"WHAT D-?!" He spun around to face Vera only to suddenly receive a brutal knee between the legs. His eyes watered and he stumbled away, falling to a knee and placing a hand to the ground to steady himself. He honestly hadn't seen that one coming. "You're... going to regret that... in about five seconds," he squeaked out painfully.

"I doubt that." Vera crossed her arms and glared at him. Vernon heard a cracking noise first. Then he felt the heavy footfall behind him.

"Ah, fu-" A vice-like grip grabbed his ankle and suddenly he was hanging upside down, hands still clutching his aching groin as he dangled from Wolf's hand. Of course the freakishly strong armor had let him break free in record time. The next thing he knew, the world became a blur as Wolf spun... and promptly tossed him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa-"

Wolf soon after fell to his hands and knees, his armor evaporating into thin air. He sucked in air, panting heavily.

"Burnout?" Vera walked over to him.

"Not... quite..." Wolf gasped out. "But close."

"Not gonna get 'em, huh?"

"Too risky." Wolf's eyes fell. He was disappointed in himself. He could have tried to stop the masked girl, but at this point it would have been a battle of attrition. He knew he'd hurt her and could have possibly worn her out, but it was just as likely in his mind that she would outlast his armor. With her capabilities, he'd never survive a full burnout.

"Ugh, I can't believe I had to help you. You seriously need to shape up!" Vera scolded him. "I shouldn't have to get my hands dirty!"

"Sorry..." Wolf flinched as she metaphorically ground salt into his wounds. At least Andras was safe... right?

Wait, which direction had he thrown Vernon again?

. . . By Gilgamesha's Car . . .


"-aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!" WHUMP!

Vernon rolled to a stop some distance later. He looked up to see a spinning blade about an inch from his nose. Any farther and he'd have been minced.

There really was something to be said about having your luck increased.

He hauled himself to his feet and shook his head. What exactly was going on here? Oh, Galbrek. Of course. It had only been a matter of time til' he showed up.

"Ah, 'Master Galbrek' I see!" Vernon threw on a savvy grin, as if he hadn't just been shot-putted, oblivious to or rather ignoring the confrontation he'd just dropped into. "You finally made it to the party! Your dolls are quite a pain, you know." Vernon winced and grabbed his back, "Hit like a truck..." Accidentally suggesting it was the doll that had roughed him up, rather than Wolf. "Well, if you were here to help that masked person, don't worry, they're quite fine. With any luck she and your pet will be long gone by now."

He arched his back, doing some light stretching mid-conversation.

"Know any good chiropractors by chance?" He then noticed Andras next to the demon bastard. "Oh, Andras. What are you doing out of the car?"

Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0





The screeching of a car flying into the park got everyone's attention. He'd just released his arrow moments ago and barely had time to register whether or not he'd hit his target. The car was swerving right toward him. He had to move.

But Vera was still next to him, and she seemed to be a deer in the headlights. Well, it wasn't every day someone had to dodge a rogue car in a park. A choice needed to be made. Wolf grabbed her and flung her clear, but...

BANG!

Meanwhile, Vernon had a bit more time to react. The car swerved and spun his way. He simply took a large step back, ending up behind the vehicle. He peered around it to see that Wolf had been clobbered thoroughly and flung quite a distance when the car had swung into him. Meanwhile, Vera was on her rear, just now pushing herself back up and looking like she was hyperventilating with panic. Well, that was how most normal people reacted to near death experiences.

However, with Andras free and Celine running, the tricky part was dealt with. Ascot, heroic little bugger he was, quickly collected the much sought after girl. That left Vernon only one thing to deal with.

POP!

The next thing the "Fallen One" would know, a ball of ice was bouncing off the dashboard, the rear window having been shattered. Vernon was then suddenly plopping himself into the back seat. It was a nice car. The seat probably would have been pretty comfortable if not for the shards of glass now covering it. At least glass from cars weren't particularly sharp when shattered.

"So... Fallen One was it? Pretty... uhhh... hm?" Vernon quickly recognized the St. Lucifer's uniform. A fellow student then? It made sense, her coming to Galbrek's minions' aid. Then again, did anyone actually like Galbrek enough to help him? "Well, I have a few questions for you, but first you might want to duck." Vernon forced the issue, reaching forward and yanking the recliner lever on the driver's seat, pulling the seat back and himself also ducking low.

A moment later, Wolf's war-hammer came smashing straight through the windshield. It would have smashed through the rear too... if Vernon hadn't already done that.

"I must say, you've complicated an already complicated situation," Vernon told the "Fallen One," sort of laying next to her after helping her avoid the death hammer. "It might be strange to ask this after just saving your life, but do I need to kick your ass? I believe we might be on opposing sides in this... scuffle."

Vera had pushed herself up, but now sat there, trying to catch her breath. If Wolf hadn't pushed her, she'd be dead. Speaking of Wolf, where was he?

SMASH!

Her question was answered when the hammer flew through the car, end to end. It then turned to smoke, returning to its master. She followed the smoke trail to where Wolf stood. He looked unsteady, but the armor now burned red. Getting hit by a car must have really pissed him off. Strangely though, the hammer didn't immediately reform. It just sort of swirled around Wolf, as if fighting with the red aura. It tried to shape itself in his hand... but it didn't look like a hammer. It flickered in and out, the shape of a sword.

Vera's blood ran cold. Oh no. Not that again. Dread overtook her as she prayed that the red and black didn't become one. She shoved herself back to her feet and, willing her knees to steady themselves, ran over to Wolf. Instinct told her to go the other way, but she fought it.

"Wolf!" She called out, but it was like he was oblivious to her presence. "Hey, it's me!" She placed her hands on his chest, careful not to impale them on the spikes. Suddenly, the hammer snapped into existence, the swirling energies finally seeming to make up their mind. His entire body sagged, as if it only just then remembered that gravity was a thing. His breathing was labored.

He had just been hit by a car after all.

"V-Vera? You're OK!" Wolf said with relief. He put his arm around her, as if trying to hug her as best he could in the world's least cuddly armor, but she pushed the arm away.

"Watch it! Don't get carried away!" Vera snarled. "This is hardly the time!"

"S-sorry..." He coughed, and Vera's eyes widened as a trickle of blood leaked out of the helmet's breathing slits. He lifted his gaze back to the car, and Vera saw the red shimmer flare up again. "Stay here." He stepped around her, marching toward the car. The hammer dragged through the dirt, as if he couldn't find the strength to even lift his arms. Each step seemed to take effort that was plainly visible to observers.

He didn't care and even William's call to retreat fell upon deaf ears. Someone had just run him over, and they hadn't cared that Vera was in the way. He wasn't going to be satisfied with just their windshield.
Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0





Wolf stood there, stock still, as Bertrand turned into dust and shattered clay. Had he...? No... he'd been careful. Careful enough. He hadn't meant to... He shook his head as Vera's words echoed in his mind. No. He couldn't worry about that right now. Andras still needed him.

When Celine threatened to hurt Andras, there was anger, yes, but also something else. The situation was rapidly deteriorating. They weren't even listening to William's offer to help. Bertrand's death had severely hurt the negotiations. He also felt fear. Fear that he couldn't control this. Fear for Andras.

Fear enough that his hammer faded away and was replaced by a bow. He drew the massive, curved weapon back, an arrow more than a foot long with a broad head nocked in it. Before too long his arm began to ache with the strain of holding it. As he focused his fear to summon the bow, he lost touch with some of his anger. The armor, and thus the strength it granted, began to fade.

When Darla ran, he let her. He considered firing at her, or chasing her down. He could use a new hostage of his own, but surely Celine would leverage Andras the second he made such a move. Regardless... he didn't want to. He'd messed that up once already.

And so they were at a standoff. For a moment, silence reigned... until-

Whoosh!

A chunk of ice flew deftly between Andras and Celine, just nicking the tip of Celine's nose. The silence was then fully shattered by uproarious laughter. Vernon.

"Now this is just getting ridiculous! Look at you all!" Vernon cackled madly. "You really are a little stargazer, aren't you, William? Trying to save these husks!" He was nearly doubled over at this point. "But really, you lot of fools made a right mess of this, didn't you?" He was now speaking to Celine. So focused was she on Wolf that he'd had no trouble getting the perfect angle on her from the side. That said, he didn't seem to be making any further moves to attack just yet.

"You are just so scared of them but I don't get why!" Vernon continued. "I mean, William there, bless him, is more concerned with raising the dead than adding to their number! Your little friend there, I'm pretty sure she broke herself, not the other way around. And then Wolf here... sure, he looks a bit scary, but look closer!" he spoke excitedly, taking a few hurried steps toward Celine as if he had the world's best secret to tell her. "See that girl there, pissing blood like a faucet down her face? That was my handiwork, and she's Wolfy boy's girlfriend. I had to actually goad him into getting mad about it! He's just another naive child like William deep down! Full of empty threats, that one." Vernon told her, hands now pointed at Wolf and Vera rather than her.

He then pulled back a bit, though still closer than he'd started, "But I know what you're thinking! My poor... brother? Friend? Whatever he was... He's been killed!" He slapped his hands to his face as if in shock, but then went deadpan. "Nah, darling. I was watching. I'm mostly certain he did that to himself. Blew himself right up! Wolf doesn't have it in him, certainly! For fuck's sake, you fools have been kicking your own asses since you got here!" He shook his head. "Just look at him! He's all shook up! A guy just turned to dust in his hands, he's gonna be having nightmares for at least a month."

He wasn't wrong. If anything, the shaking got worse when Vernon said it. Wolf took a breath and forced his hands to steady, but of course Vernon saw.

And laughed.

A lot.

"Did you see that!" Vernon pointed and guffawed. "That was fucking hilarious!" he told Celine. "No. Look here." He held up his own hands, and in a burst of cold a chunk of ice appeared, spinning perfectly atop his index finger like a top. "Rock steady." He stared into her eyes. "I'm the one you should be afraid of. Were it up to me, I'd have already punched a hole through those crumbly heads of yours." And just like that, he was suddenly all business. "Still might."

And right then, if Celine was distracted for even a moment by Vernon's little show, Wolf would release the arrow. Passing close enough to Andras for the feathers to tickle her cheeks before tearing through Celine's shoulder. A fleshier being might have just had the projectile stick fast, but for her it would most likely mean ending up like Darla -- one limb down.

Hard to break a neck with only one hand, Wolf figured.
Wolfram & Vera





Wolf was dumbstruck, freezing up at the sight of Bertrand... fracturing.

"Wh-... what did I-..." He didn't even get to finish processing the sight before him before Bertrand unleashed a blast that left him staggered. "Gah... rrrr!" And for the moment, his rage was rekindled. Human's didn't "crack" like that. They might have acted alive, but they were just some sort of golem. Servants of some bastard who wanted to take Andras. More importantly, they were still fighting back. He couldn't drop his guard.

They weren't alive... right?

If Bertrand was by some miracle back on his feet, Wolf made sure to fix that in a hurry, aiming to get the boy, thing, back on the ground. He stomped down on his chest to keep him still, though not hard enough to do much further damage... yet. Another distraction tore at him. He hadn't quite gotten back all his momentum lost when he'd feared he'd murdered someone.

He wasn't focused.

The littlest one, Darla. He could practically feel her fear. Was she... crying? Her body was just as broken as her morale. The one he was fighting had told her to run, not encouraged her to fight. If they weren't human, but disposable pawns, then why...?

THUD!

The head of Wolf's hammer crashed to the ground, as if he'd lost the strength to hold it aloft, the grip held loosely in one hand. The furious shimmer faded from his armor.

Vera saw this and swore under her breath. She stumbled to her feet and wobbled over to him, still clutching at her seeping wound.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" She slapped the back of his helmet. 'Ow...'

"I... Uh..." Wolf seemed lost. From furious to dazed in a matter of moments.

"You just gonna let them get away? Whatever is going on with them sounds real messed up, but you know what'd be more messed up?" She grabbed his shoulder, her hand dropping away from her injury, and forced him to look at her. "If your dumb ass were to let them take Alex because you felt bad for her kidnappers! Your sympathy can wait! Isn't she your friend or some shit?"

Yeah... that was right... Andras was a Vigilante. He was a Vigilante. He was supposed to have her back. And here they were trying to take her right in front of him. And here he was losing it and letting them.

The burning shimmer returned -- more intense than ever.

BOOOM!

This time he drove the hammer into the ground, letting it stick fast. He grabbed Bertrand by the hair and hauled him to his feet, aiming to put him in a headlock, with one hand grabbing the side of his face, the tips of his gauntlet-clad fingers digging in.

"If you try to run, I will hunt you down..." His grip tightened, fingertips puncturing whatever material they passed off as skin. "If you hurt her, I will shatter you into pieces..." And even tighter still, letting the cracks spread and spiderweb. "And when I'm done with you, I will find your master and I will tear him apart!" He looked Celine directly in the eyes, no mercy being betrayed from behind the helmet. "Let. Go."
Rurik Alexeev





Rurik looked left to right, as if in disbelief. Was... Bak... pleased? He actually flinched a little when she touched him, expecting a sudden change in attitude, but no, she was genuinely happy. He was willing to run with that. He supposed maybe he'd done just enough to gain her approval and if she wasn't going to blame him for their opponent's escape that was fine by him.

"Oh, uh, yeah we ran into some students from St. Laurels. I blew up half the building and sent them back to the first floor..." His explanation ventured into hyperbole, but the end result was true enough. "Also I helped Thobias nearly drown Christine's sister, but it's OK because she deserved it." Rurik rolled his eyes.

Just that brief retelling of events seemed to remind Rurik of just how tired he was. He'd been broiled by Katherine, demolished two hotel floors, and then been ported around until he'd puked. Also whatever weird psychic bullshit Samoth had done to him.

He staggered over to Christine, "So, remember what I said about you taking the next fight?" he said to her, and in an uncharacteristic display of physical interaction just sort of draped himself over her shoulders, resting his forehead on her and letting her support some of his weight. He glanced up at Bak once he'd had a moment to collect himself, "And how has your day gone? I don't suppose we're done here yet?" his voice held a mixture of sarcasm and desperate impatience.

He wasn't sure he cared about what Bak had been up to, but it was only polite to ask... or... something.
So Atomic and I talked, and decided that there was a link between Wolf and Meredith's families. This is a story I dreamed up stemming from that. Hopefully he, and the rest of you, enjoy it!







Wolfram & Vera & Vernon 2.0





Vera was down on her knees at this point, desperately clutching at her lacerated brow. She was aware there was a battle going on in response to her injury, but quite frankly she was in too much pain to worry about it. A bit of a shame, really. It sounded like a good one.

She was snapped out of her agonized stupor by "Andras" coming to check on her.

She didn't answer the girl, instead instinctively raising a fist to knock the girl's hand away. But then she stopped, looking away. It really did hurt... maybe a little help was fine.

"I'm... fine..." she insisted, but still reached out for the hand. Nothing. "Wh-?" She fished around for Andras, but to no avail. No hand. Had she already rescinded her offer because of Vera's fist? She looked up to see two strange people kidnapping the demon, but not really, girl. Vera blinked. Had she been hit that hard? This was a hallucination right? A very vivid one if so.

Nope, pretty sure it was real. Well, she'd just have Wolf figure it out.

She spun around, "WOLF!"

Just as the hammer began to drop, Wolf froze up at Vera's voice. He turned his head to see the kidnapping in progress. He glanced back at Vernon, "Lucky..." Then, without missing a beat, he swung his hammer, but in a new direction. He let go mid-swing and it took off like a buzzing missile through the air, smashing into the ground before Andras and her assaulters. It sprayed them with dirt and debris. Most importantly, it made a sort of smoke-screen.

He took off like a shot blitzing the distance between them before the dust could settle. Once through the dust cloud, he immediately picked a target. It happened to be Bertrand. He reached out, intending to grab him by the face and slam him down like the winning touchdown at a game.

Assuming success, his next move would be to recall his hammer in a swirl of smoke and aim the top spike at his throat before turning to the other kidnapper, "Let. Go."

"I'd listen to angry boy in armor if I were you." Vernon had taken the chance to reach Celine's opposite side, arm outstretched and ready to open fire. He then winced, "That hammer hits like a freight train."
Wolfram & Vera





Vera's jaw slowly sunk as William just sort of dumped a metric ton of information on them. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it hadn't been that. When his tale finished, she figured he must be joking. Right? But everyone seemed so serious. And so she stood there in shock, for once silenced.

Until William's mother called.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" What the hell was this? Some sort of game? Throne of Heroes? It was so ridiculous! She leaned forward, so she could see past Wolf over to Andras. "Oh, quite a lot, apparently! Yes, I see you hiding under there! So, are we human today, or still trying to pass as a demon? Ha!" She threw her head back, laughing further, as she sauntered her way over to William.

Then, as her hands fell down heavily onto William's shoulders, her mirth vanished.

"ARE YOU FRIGGIN' CRAZY!?" She shouted, her grip tightening painfully. "Resurrecting the dead!? You're stupid, aren't you? No, not stupid, retarded? Something is clearly wrong with you!" Her furious, glowering eyes stared deep into his. She pushed him back, though not enough to knock him over or anything. "Ugh, fine, so say you pull this off. Who's next? Hm? What are you gonna do when people start asking questions? If they track this little miracle back to you? When the sobbing hoards come to you, begging for the same treatment, what will you tell them?"

Her expression had now switched from anger to contempt.

"I mean, how about me, William? My poor Uncle, lost to cancer! Wouldn't you help me?" And now she threw on an exaggerated face of sorrow, sniffling and eyes glistening with tears? "Or that poor woman whose balcony gave out beneath her the other day, or those two kids who got run over by a car because the stop sign had been knocked over a few hours prior, or the man who got shot by robbers? Are they just not important enough, or, perhaps, you really just haven't thought this through." And, finally, back to anger, though still mixed with that same, venomous contempt. "Face it, William, you're trying to play god. Problem is, we have enough of those, and I doubt they'll appreciate what you're trying to do."

She shook her head in disgust, "Bad things happen to 'good' people every day. So I suggest you get used to it," she suddenly jabbed him in the chest hard with her finger, "go home," another painful jab, "and stop wasting everyone's time!" and a final, punctuating jab.

"Vera..." Wolf didn't know what he could say. Honestly... he agreed with her, but he didn't think she was right. She just wasn't wrong, either. Bad things did happen to good people all the time, and how could anyone choose who deserved a second chance? It was impossible. But wasn't one miracle better than none? In an impossible situation, it was only fair that William choose the one closest to home.

"Come on, Wol-" As Vera began to turn toward Wolf, a sudden noise cut her off. FWOOSH! "GAH!" Vera stumbled back, clutching her forehead desperately with both hands. A chunk of ice clattered to the ground, having just bounced violently off of Vera's skull.

"Vera!" Wolf hurried to her side, worrying over her. What had just happened? He had been lost in thought.

But the culprit soon revealed himself...

Vernon 2.0


Hand still outstretched, Vernon stepped forward, "I have a suggestion of my own, harlot." He stared at his handiwork with a smirk on his face. "Keep your hands and your words to yourself." He knew his boyfriend all too well, and so his next act was to lift a finger to William's lips before he could utter a word. "And don't you worry, little William, I'm just defending your honor."

"Ghhg... guh..." Vera was panting and shuddering with pain. She pulled her hands away to see that they were slick with blood. She lashed out, pushing Wolf away, "What the hell!? Why'd you let him do that to me!? Do something!" Of course he was being blamed, as usual, but he wasn't going to argue with her when she was literally bleeding in front of him. He turned toward Vernon, making sure to place himself between him and Vera.

"Well that's just it, mister Wolf, there's nothing for you to do, I'm already here. Your presence was never really necessary!" Vernon chuckled. "So why don't you just get her out of here, hm?"

"Apologize..." Wolf said quietly, his voice shaking.

"What's that? Speak up now! Use your adult voice!"

"Apologize." Wolf's expression finally hardened, his voice gaining an edge.

"Hm," that seemed to satisfy Vernon. However... "Her first."

Whoosh! In a burst of dark smoke, Wolf gave his answer. Vernon was forced to lean back before a large, black Warhammer tore his jaw off. The weapon instead collided with the ground with a heavy thud.

"Haha! That's a lot of pissed in a small package!" Vernon just found the whole thing to be a hoot. "Can you even lift that?! It's fine if you can't, I mean, I didn't want your help anyway, but it's good to know we're turning away the incompetent!"

Wolf's face just twisted up in a rare display of real anger. Reddish smoke suddenly swirled around him, obscuring his form. The smoke parted as suddenly the hammer flew like it had wings, arcing up, once more forcing Vernon to lean away, this time practically bending over backwards to avoid it.

The smoke cleared to reveal Wolf now clad in spiked armor, "You're gonna regret that." he warned, voice distorted and deepened behind the helmet. Vernon could only look up at the hammer now held aloft above him, ready to crash down. And so it did, forcing himself to throw himself aside and roll to a knee. This time the hammer made the ground crumble to dust on impact. Yep, dodging had certainly been the prudent course of action there.

But he had an idea to nullify that pesky hammer.

He let out an inhuman shriek, and the chill night air suddenly turned downright frigid. As Wolf went to heft his hammer once more, it didn't budge. He tried to reposition himself to get a better grip, but his feet wouldn't move either. He looked down to see that both himself and his hammer were frozen to the ground.

"I do love a stationary target!" Vernon unleashed a veritable barrage of ice. A sudden hailstorm to pummel Wolf. Wolf could only lift one arm to cover his face and otherwise just take the entire attack. The drop in temperature he'd caused only allowed Vernon to fire even faster than normal, but after a few seconds he figured maybe Wolf had had enough.

Wolf's arm dropped limp to his side and his whole body slumped over, head hung low. His armor had grown more spikes in response, but the person inside seemed to have been worn down.

CRACK! With a sudden jerk, the hammer was torn clean from the ground.

"Eh?" Vernon raised an eyebrow in surprise. Shouldn't Wolf be weaker now?

The hammer was lifted as if it weighed no more than a feather, and then brought back down with thunderous force on the ice below. A plume of dust shot skyward, and moments later Wolf burst forth from it, the pommel of the hammer careening into Vernon's stomach.

Vernon's mouth went wide in a silent exclamation of pain, all the air having already fled his lungs. He doubled over, sinking down to one knee as Wolf hefted the hammer threateningly.

"Now... APOLOGIZE." The command came from beneath the helmet as a monstrous growl. The air around the armor was distorted by a red shimmer.

Vernon finally was able to suck in a breath of air and only let out a chuckle. He looked up at Wolf, "Ha... hahaha..." He loosed an amused sigh and met Wolf's eyes, or at least the slots in the helmet they lay behind. A smirk once more graced his face. "Her first." Wolf just immediately wound the hammer back and Vernon stared at the weapon that was poised to splatter his head across the ground. This one might tickle.
Wolfram & Vera





. . . A Few Hours Ago. . .


"Well, that was a painfully long trip. Come on, Wolf! Hurry up!" A young, pink-haired (natural, believe it or not) girl shouted to her lackey, err, boyfriend.

"Coming, Vera..." Her victim, Wolf, replied weakly, throwing on a backpack. He'd learned to pack light and never take luggage that required hands to carry. Why? Well, because next he hefted Vera's two suitcases. He'd have said it was nice to have a girlfriend who could afford to spontaneously send them on a trip to another country, but trips like that just reminded him how high-maintenance she was.

"Hmmm," Vera stopped, stroking her chin thoughtfully as they stepped outside the airport. "I'm bored. That plane ride put me to sleep. You go carry that stuff back, I'm gonna go find a party!"

"What!? You can't, we just got back!" Wolf's jaw dropped.

"Yeah, and I feel like shit after being stuck on a plane for 5 hours! I need to loosen up!" Vera scowled at him.

"A-anything but the nightclubs, that never goes well!" Wolf argued back frantically. Vera had an addictive personality, he'd learned that quickly enough. She adored the nightlife and the club scene, but she also tended to give in to less savory indulgences. It had almost been nice the first time it had happened. Apparently Vera was very affectionate when high on... whatever the hell she'd been on, but she'd also been twice as nasty when it had worn off and she'd been hungover. That and, well, drugs are bad.

"Uuuuugh, you're such a buzzkill." Vera tried staring him down, but he swallowed hard and held his ground. "Holy hell, fine! I'll think of something else." And so they stood there, him laden down like a pack-mule, while Vera scrolled through her phone. "Oooh, that's a good tip!" Suddenly she had a devious grin on her face. "Just how badly do you wanna keep me out of the clubs?" She was like a predator eyeing up her prey, and he felt so very, very small...

. . . Midnight Fight. . .


"Umm, uhhh, it's my next fight, so, wish me luck?" Wolf looked at Vera expectantly.

"Yeah, whatever, just don't embarrass me, OK? At least a few people probably know we're dating," Vera rolled her eyes. "But, you know, no pressure." Her look told him there was oh so very much pressure indeed.

"Right..." Wolf's shoulders slumped and he shuffled into the fighting arena while Vera made her way to the stands to watch. "I won my first fight, didn't I?" he mumbled to himself. And of course he hadn't even been congratulated.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen! Let's get ready for the next round of bracket two!" The MC called out. "On one side we have Maxwell Booster, and on the other, Wolfram Koenigsmann! Do we need to hear anything else? No, we just wanna see some violence? Agreed! BEGIN!"

"All right, I hope you put up a better fight than my last opponent!" Maxwell cracked his neck. "Wait, is that a sword? You're not planning to use that are you? Come on, be a man!"

"Huh? Oh, it's... just a... normal sword..." Wolf pouted and looked down at the weapon on his hip. "I mean... OK, I won't use it..." In a world where some people could shoot actual lasers, a sword didn't seem like a big deal, but... OK.

"Ugh, geez, what a downer. This won't take long. Must have had a real loser for your first fight, huh? I'll let you have a real fight! Try not to die, OK?" Maxwell rushed in, hand extended like a claw.

. . . Meanwhile. . .


Vera sat in the stands, a phone in each hand. One was Wolf's. She had taken it to "protect it" but in reality it just allowed her to browse to social media sites at once. She probably should have been watching her boyfriend's fight, but then again, why would she bother with that? The crowd would let her know if anything worth watching happened.

BLIP!

A message popped up, but it was on Wolf's phone, not hers. How odd, Wolf didn't have many friends, Vera had made sure of that. Couldn't have anyone taking his time away from her. She paused for a moment. That sounded extreme. She would never... She shook her head. Such thoughts weren't worth worrying herself with.

"Ah hell, seriously? We just got back." It was from King, because of course it was. "Already with the freaking jobs!?"

She read it, and it actually sounded somewhat interesting. Maybe this would be more amusing than even the tournament.

K. She responded concisely. King would no doubt realize it wasn't Wolf answering, but that was fine.

. . . Back in the Fight. . .


Wolf just sort of flowed around the incoming attack, his own hands flashing out to grab the arm and twist it behind him in a triangle-lock. "Wh-wh- OW!" Next, Wolf kicked him in the back of the knee, dropping him down.

Finally, Wolf spun to build momentum and swung his buckler around into Maxwell's face in a brutal, steel-meets-face, backhand.

"Ugh... guh..." Maxwell lay there, nose bleeding, trying to breathe more than anything. Wolf took a moment to assess the situation. He was pretty sure he was just sad enough for his next trick. That was... good... he supposed. With a defeated sigh, his net and trident popped into existence in a puff of dark smoke, his net soon dropping over his opponent. After a few moments of struggling, Maxwell realized there was no way he was clawing free of the impossibly heavy netting. "N-no fair!"

"But... I didn't use my sword..." Was all Wolf had to offer in response.

"That didn't take very long! Come on guys, at least give us a show! Oh well, we have our winner! THE WOLF!" The MC called out.

"I-it's just Wol- OK..." Wolf sighed, knowing no one really cared and quickly made his way out of the spotlight.

To hid surprise, Vera was waiting for him when he exited the arena. Was she there to congratulate him this time? It had been a flawless victory!

"Your, um, boss messaged you," Vera told him. So no congratulations. No... that made sense...

"King?" Wolf was able to pull out of his emotional slump a bit as curiosity took over.

"Yeah, wants you to play bodyguard or something I guess," Vera explained. "Someone named William? Alex is here, but I guess they need a bit more muscle." She then smirked. "Unfortunately I guess you're the only one available in the area."

"Ha... haha... good one..." Wolf just wished he could shrink into nothing.

"Anyway, they should be here somewhere, so lets get going." Vera began walking. It didn't take them long. They spotted Andras first, but she was with a few others. Vera held up Wolf's phone. "Yep, that's him. The little nerdy one."

"Hey, Andras! We're here too! King wants us to join up with you guys," Wolf announced with a forced smile as the two walked over. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see a fellow Vigilante or that he had anything against the job... it's just that Vera had long since made smiling a foreign concept for him. 99% of his smiles were forced these days.

Vernon 2.0


"Hmm, what's this, love? Your big brother works fast it seems. Might need to get a few tips from him," Vernon smirked. Michael was putting his family's men to shame with his efficiency. "Well I do hope you two are ready. We're gonna be doing some real crazy shit here."

"Ooh, I like crazy. Keeps me awake." Vera grinned.

"Errr... define crazy?" Wolf was suddenly concerned.
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