Post by skipperxotter on Jun 18, 2014 2:02:46 GMT -5
So I whipped up this cause I had an idea that wouldn't go away. Just a series of drabbles on an OC that I came up with. Please forgive any spelling and grammer errors.
I do not own Sidekick Girl.
“Tally” is my creation.
“Thanks Tally, I'll watch Tasher more carefully next time.”
Another customer served, another paycheck earned, and another day of being bored out of my fragging skull.
Riveting isn't it officer?
Just put my name down as Tally. The bureaucracy will know who you are referring too. While I do have an actual name and an actual codename...no one uses either. I'm an average member of the Black Agency, minus the constant villainy and plans for world domination.
Some of us have to be normal to keep the Agency running.
Okay, “normal” may not be the right term to use as almost everyone employed has superpowers. Hel-heck even I have superpowers and all I do is sit around, play videogames, and heal whatever living thing needs to be fuc-freaking put back together again.
Been trying to cut down on the cursing, it tends to scare my patients.
You want to know why a healer is a villain? The answer is pretty simple: villains don't have to deal with health insurance companies on a professional level. I can heal who I want, when I want, and if I want. Don't have to charge outrageous sums for simple procedures, don't have turn away patients with no healthcare, and I can't be blamed if things go wrong. If the patient gets angry the answer is pretty much “you went to a villain, what the hell did you fragging expect”.
I'm not a doctor anyway, I never did go to medical school. My power supplies me with all the knowledge I need to repair living bodies, regardless of species. I am aware that I really should attend medical school to get a working knowledge of what I do everyday, but I'm lazy and medical school is expensive. Besides, reading the minds of actual doctors has provided me with much more practical knowledge than sitting in a classroom ever could.
Don't get your frilly pink thong in a twist, I am a villain and I don't care if reading minds is an invasion of privacy. Also, a thong? How is that practical office wear?
Yes, I am aware that my file only reads “Healing Abilities” and telepathy isn't mentioned anywhere. Stop freaking out, it isn't a breech of the Privacy Laws, even if you fuc-frakking think so. The Black Agency doesn't need to list required secondary powers, which is what my telepathy is.
What? Did you really think that my “healing abilities” are that simple? Like hell, if that was the case then every idiotic regenerator in the world could heal other people with a touch.
...You aren't leaving until you get an actual list. Right, fine, okay.
My healing ability is a delightfully complex mix of telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, clairvoyance, and good old fashioned magic. Don't ask me how they slagging work together, I don't know, and don't really care to find out. At the moment I don't know how to to independently use any of them besides telepathy, probably because I never did attend hero college.
I should probably do that in the future...anyway.
Actually, to be honest, I didn't know that my power was so complex until I after I got my red card. The Agency's power tester was the one who told me about the component parts of my ability.
“Tally, a little help here! Hold on sweetie, you'll be okay”
Joy, this is the fourth fuc-slagging time this month I've seen this twit. You think he would know better than give his canine-morph daughter chocolate. On that note...you would think she would figure out that she can't eat chocolate after the first time. Oh well, at least I get mother-sacking paid.
I probably won't see you again officer, unless the local hospital gets off its high horse and starts employing me. Have a nice day.
Now I have to go and pump the stomach of a half-mastiff girl. For the frigging fourth time.
“Oh, hey again officer.”
“What are you doing here....?”
“Tally.” The woman, villainess to be accurate, gives the detective an amused grin. “You came by my work to verify my papers a couple of weeks ago.”
“Oh, right.” Detective Brown sighs, bald head gleaming under the office lights. “What are you here for?”
A sickly smile crosses Tally's face. “I'm here to fix the appearance of that bag of meat with the brains of a spoon and a ego twice the size of Canada.” The smile changes from sickly to impish. “Sorry, I mean I'm here to fix Sparkle's tooth.”
One of the female officers nearby chokes on her coffee.
“Honestly, if I had a choice I wouldn't even bother with fixing something as f-frigging minor as a missing tooth. However, since Sparkle pays her damn fees on time and is one of our...incentives for recruiting...I get to waste my time fixing the appearance of a piece of dog puke.” The impish grin on the hoodie wearing, gray-eyed, ambiguously Asian villain widens. “So can you tell me where she is so I do my job and leave you all in peace.”
“Yo, you look like you've been run over by a truck.”
The minion's signature goatee is missing and his jaw is wrapped in bandages. His one unbruised eye stares warily at the casually dressed woman in the doorway. A majority of what little coffee toned skin that is visible between bandages is dark with bruising. The IV drip connected with his elbow drools morphine and saline into overworked veins.
“Don't look so worried. I'm here to patch you up at the request of the Agency.” Tally yawns and stretches, hands poking out from oversized sleeves. “Usually I don't get called in to fix up henchmen, but you are a special case.” Striding forward the healer ignores Coldfire's distrust and whips out a pair of scissors. “Anyway, let's get rid of those fragging bandages. It's so much easier to work when I can see the injuries.”
Casually ignoring the male's growing discomfort she carefully cuts off all the protective bandages. With each snip fresh stitches and damaged flesh are exposed. “Tell me if I'm being too rough.”
A moment of silence passes before the villainess realizes what she has said. “On second thought, let me fix your jaw first so you can talk.”
It doesn't take long for her to remove the bandages around Coldfire's jaw and start working on the shattered bones. There isn't any pain, as the morphine and telepathic damping keep his nerves from detecting what should be bone-grinding agony. After a minute of contact the fragments are a whole bone once more and the shredded muscles have returned to their original state. Removing the wire that kept Isauro's jaw shut with selective teleporation takes another minute with added cursing from Tally. “And now I remember why I slagging hate having to deal with post ops. Stupid pins and stupid freaking wires and stupid camel humping medicine that hasn't come up with a better way to hold bones together.”
“Thank you.” Coldfire's voice is raspy and he nearly chokes on the first word.
“No problem. It's the least the Agency can do since they got you into this mess in the first place.” She grins and moves on to another injury. “While the Agency doesn't usually try to compensate people for work related injuries, this time they understand they really fu-slagged up.” Tally huffs, “Even if they won't tell me what happened cause apparently I don't need to know.”
Another moment of silence passes before an absolutely wicked expression plasters itself to the villainous Asian's face.
“So how did you end up being punched through a building by the world's bustiest superheroine?”
Post by skipperxotter on Jun 21, 2014 1:46:41 GMT -5
I do not own Sidekick Girl.
Tally, the healer, is mine.
None of this is to be taken as canon.
Illumina isn't stupid.
Air-headed? Yes. Silly? At times. Obsessed with pink? Definitely.
Stupid? No, not by a long shot.
She is well aware of her short comings, painfully aware in fact. Her parents have seen to it that she never forgets that she is the second class. It isn't out of any real malice, she knows, it is just that they are mourning the loss of their ticket to lasting fame.
She wishes they would stop doing that. What is done is done, and there is little point in being hung up on the past.
Besides, she doesn't need to hear them complain about how her brother was better in all ways. Or how her cousin (from that shameful side of her father's family that no one talks about) is somehow better than she is. She knows exactly how short she falls of the family ideal.
The distance is so painfully small that she can almost taste it.
If her hovering power was less limited, if her light abilities where a bit stronger, if she was just a bit more creative...
While her hovering power lets her fall from any height safely, it does have a very important limitation. She can only hover above the highest point that she can physically stand on. If she didn't have that problem she could effortlessly glide across water or any material not actually capable of supporting her weight. If she didn't have that limitation she could effectively fly in the city, using the telephone wires and power lines as highways above the ground.
Her light making abilities, limited to brief moments of floodlight brightness or a steady glow. If she had better control, if she could make the light laser strong she...she could be a real hero. She could have saved Marina if she had that much power. She could have blinded that bastard (or boiled his brain in his skull if she was strong enough) who shot down her beloved friend. With more control and power she could have saved Sidekick Girl several trips to the hospital.
But those are just petty complaints, she has it good compared to a lot of other heroes. At least her powers can be useful sometimes.
What the Shining Light of Metro City really regrets is that she isn't creative.
Not that Illumina is stupid, she is of average intelligence, but she lacks that spark within that makes new ideas come easily. Her mind is resistant to change, to looking at things from sneaky angles; to the very lifeblood of being a successful hero.
It isn't her fault, not totally. She, like her parents, is still stuck believing that she is second best.
And that, that is the problem. The festering rot of failed expectations keeping her stagnant.
Because Illumina, once she realizes that she doesn't need to be her brother (or goes mad under the pressure), could be downright deadly.
“To be honest, if you are blind to how dangerous Illumina can be, I don't have high hopes to your lifespan.” I grumble, pointedly ignoring my patient's expression of disbelief. “Seriously, you had to make a personal enemy of a hero who isn't finished growing yet.”
I ignore the protests because I know that Sparkle is willfully blind when it comes to Illumina, because Sparkle has to believe that she is better than her old hero. Otherwise...otherwise it would mean that Sparkle is a failure... It takes a moment to shut out the other woman's thoughts, before I continue my work.
Regrowing a tooth is hard, especially when there was a hairline fracture to fix first.
It isn't hard to imagine Illumina as dangerous. If anything, it is far too easy to imagine.
The nice ones are always the most vicious when they go wrong. ...dropping from above, crushing in the skull of the victim then landing safely. Not caught, because they don't look up, they never look up. Don't need strength, gravity does all the work. Single victim, can't be tracked, never tracked. Never touch the ground, don't need it, not suspected...
One of my private nightmares aside, now I am sincerely glad that Illumina has a well-grounded, sane sidekick to keep her level.
Post by skipperxotter on Sept 10, 2014 23:17:56 GMT -5
I do not own Sidekick Girl.
I do own Tally.
Just a random blurb in which my grammer is barely passible.
“You know, it is a pity that the Coroner was disintergrated.”
Agent Black looks up from piles of paperwork and throws an odd look at Tally lounging on his office couch. She returns his look with a lopsided grin and wriggles deeper into the expensive leather. “That man nearly got the agency into a boatload of trouble. The only saving grace in that entire mess was that he wasn't a registered villain, so we couldn't be blamed for it.”
“Just saying that it would have been nice to know what he was.” More wriggling and a couple of bounces make Agent Black wince; he can already imagine having to re-upholster his couch for the second time in five months. Apparently satisfied and pointedly ignoring the man's facial expression, the healer flops over like a sleepy seal. “I haven't had a chance to dissect a member of the undead in ages.”
“Most people, heroes and villains included, would rather stay away from the undead.”
“I'm not most friggin' people? I think that would go without saying,” Tally snipes back, rolling off the couch to flop on the floor. “Anyway, do you know if there are any undead around? I want to stab undead things.”
“I did hear about something, but the Church is involved.” Agent Black observes as the healer's face falls and rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Maybe next time.”
“Urgh-a-bluuuurgh.” Tally responds by wriggling on the floor like a human-sized seal.