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bravowoman whispered:
"I'm your mother now."

Myo opened his eyes to look at the woman at his bedside, his brow furrowed in confusion. He’d only woken up very recently and wasn’t feeling quite right.

The last thing he remembered was… what? What was it… the paramedics were rushing him down a hallway… he complained of feeling weak and weird… and… gosh, everything seemed so distant and bizarre. He remembered people talking and taking off his clothes and asking him things, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember any of the words. But he did remember a woman in white removing his shirt and pausing to stare at him with a disturbed and worried look in her eyes.

"What do you mean," he asked in a weak tone, his words coming out slow and slightly slurred. "I don’t have a… I mean… not anymore… or… I don’t..?"

He murmured and mumbled, trying hard to think and concentrate. What was wrong with him? He could hardly form words or make sense of the fleeting thoughts in his brain, not to mention how sluggish and heavy and dizzy he felt. He felt pretty drowsy too, but he blamed that on having just woken up in this… bedroom? What a weird room… this wasn’t home or the Bombshelter at all…

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goteambravo whispered:
"I’m your mother now."

anti-bravowoman:

Anti frowned. She couldn’t say she didn’t like the idea, especially after everything. But even if her mom wasn’t the best, she couldn’t really replace her. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to.

"No, I don’t need a mom. I-I mean, I have one already."

Bravowoman kept her eyes averted, her expression difficult to read as she continued to watch and listen to the still and quiet night. Relaxing or not, she was always ready and alert to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

"You have a mom. But not a mother. Not here, in this city, in this universe. Here, now, you begin a new life. Hopefully, a better life."

She finally turned her head to look the girl in the eyes, like cold ice meeting bright fire. “You need a home. A warm place to sleep. Food and decent clothing. I can give you that, and more. I want to help you find out who you are.”

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brawocorps:

goteambravo:

brawocorps:

goteambravo:

brawocorps:

Knock knock

Who’s there?

Little old lady

Little old lady who?

I didn’t know you could yodel!

Oh believe me, li’l sis, I have MANY talents. You think all I ever do is write and act? Naw. I’m a regular jackass-of-all-trades up in here, yo.

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brawocorps:

goteambravo:

brawocorps:

Knock knock

Who’s there?

Little old lady

Little old lady who?

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brawocorps:

Knock knock

Who’s there?

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

She shrugged and responded, “That’s not my problem. You’re not a human. Not a pure human, anyways. And that makes you an issue. I don’t need another child to babysit. I’ve already got my hands full with an entire city as it is.”

She hovered closer to her, looking down on her with contempt. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you come from. I don’t know your life story. And quite frankly, I don’t care. As long as you’re here, you’re just another burden.”

"I’m not a child!" She growled to cover how much her comments hurt. "And don’t worry, I can take care of myself. No sob stories, no going to you for help. I’ll handle myself, you handle yourself. Our paths won’t even cross."

Of course, this was Bravowoman, so she couldn’t help but add, “For now, at least. Until the day comes for our duel. Then we shall meet again to see who the true hero, the real most powerful one, is.”

She sneered at her claim of being able to take care of herself. Sure. Bravowoman powers or not, purple beings seemed to get into more trouble than anyone else around here. She was about to comment on it, but instead broke out into an amused, condescending smirk.

“‘The true hero’? Oh. I see how it is. Yet another desperate copycat with a fragile ego and something to prove. Your entire reason for being, your whole purpose in life is to destroy any who would stand in your way on your quest for recognition and glory.”

She slowly floated closer to her, a vicious gleam in her eye. “Do you honestly think that defeating one of the only useful heroes in Namco City will gain you any love or appreciation? Do you think that people will cheer your name as you stand over my broken and beaten body? Or is it fear and hatred that you desire? What will you do when you defeat me? Kick me out of the city? Take my powers for your own? Kill me? Or do you think we’ll magically become the best of friends and I’ll happily tag along like some dopey, adoring sidekick and cheerleader?”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “I’d like to see you try, little girl. I’m willing to bet your limbs aren’t stretchy like the other Antis. I look forward to the day when I snap every bone in your body like twigs and rip your arms and legs straight out of your torso.”

She frowned and looked down, closing in on herself. “No…”

What was even the point of keeping up the whole act anymore, she wondered. It’d already messed up a lot of stuff in her old universe. Sure, she probably couldn’t become friends with this Bravowoman like she’d like, but maybe she could avoid being killed by her with some honesty. “I don’t really want to fight you. But it’s what I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? What I was made to do? ‘Kill your double’ and all that? I don’t know, I guess that’s what I always figured. It seemed to be what everyone was telling me.”

She looked her over, analyzing her body language and tone before letting her guard down a little. She allowed her anger and hostility to fade away to neutrality once more, but was prepared to defend herself if this new Anti tried to fake her out and make a move.

"I don’t know how things work where you come from, but I can take a guess. And I’ll tell you right now, here, I AM the double. The copy. The shadow. One of them, anyways. I came before Bravoman, but he’s the one who got lucky and became the famous beloved hero, while I got shoved to the side and compared to him, considered an extension of him, skulked around and got things done in the shadows while he got all the attention and recognition. And you know what? That’s the way it should be."

She looked away, eyes scanning the dirty streets and crumbling buildings below. “You don’t have to be what people tell you what they THINK you should be. If I conformed to what people expected of me, I’d be Bravoman’s giggly, brainless arm candy. Literally just a female version of him. Just because we have similar names and suits doesn’t mean we have to be the same person trying to fill in the same spot. We’re unique people. We forge our own destinies, carve out our own names and identities. It’s time you broke away and found out who you are, don’t you think?”

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bravowoman whispered:
Bravo...if we're going to date, there is something I really should tell you...

brawocorps:

goteambravo:

brawocorps:

goteambravo:

Huh… that sounds kinda ominous. What is it?

She couldn’t loom at him as she spoke. “I just want to start this by saying I do like you and I do like dating you. I haven’t been lying about that.”

"I’ve never told anyone this." She admitted. "None of us have, except maybe Juni. I was afraid to even admit it to myself for a long time. So, please, just try to listen and understand."

She took a breath. “I…don’t really know if I like people. Like, romantically. Crushes, romantic attractions, I don’t know if I have that stuff. At all.”

He was stunned and taken aback, giving her an expression that reflected both hurt and confusion.

"But… what? How can you like me but not like me? If you don’t even know what that stuff is, how do you know you feel anything for me?"

He furrowed his brow. “And what about all that stuff with you-know-who? It seemed pretty obvious to everyone EVER that you were super into him. I… I don’t understand.”

She rubbed her arm. She knew he was going to react that way. But he was still listening, right? That was good at least.

"You know how you love Alpha? Totally and completely with all your heart? But also completely platonically? Well, for me I can’t tell a lot of time if the love I feel is romantic or platonic. But the love is still there."

She looked down again. “I wanted to be normal though. Especially in high school and collage, but even now. So I kinda decide whether feelings are romantic or platonic by other things. I’m not sure what all I use to decide, honestly, it’s kinda something I do without thinking.”

"There’s also a difference between ‘I like you’ and ‘I want to date you.’ I liked him, even what I decided to be romantically, but I never wanted to date him. It wouldn’t have been good. But you and me, right now, we’re good. So I want to date you."

He lowered his head and stared down at nothing, trying and struggling to comprehend what she was telling him. Sure, he’s never experienced those feelings either, but he never thought anything of it. He was just never interested in romance. At all. As far as he knew, you either just liked someone or you didn’t. He knew there was a difference between romantic and platonic love, and platonic was all he’s ever known. It’s all he’s ever WANTED. But ever since she expressed interest in him… and he started thinking about the two of them…

He was so confused.

He didn’t realize he was nervously clenching and unclenching his hands into fists and biting his lip as he thought over this new information and what it meant for them. What DID it mean for them? Why did he even have to know? After all this time, he was so sure that it was as simple as her liking him, and… honestly… he was starting to like her back…

He glanced up to meet her gaze for only a moment before lowering his eyes once more. “So… what does that mean..? You just chose to like me that way, but you can just as easily turn off that feeling? You can just… drop me whenever you want?”

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

She shrugged and responded, “That’s not my problem. You’re not a human. Not a pure human, anyways. And that makes you an issue. I don’t need another child to babysit. I’ve already got my hands full with an entire city as it is.”

She hovered closer to her, looking down on her with contempt. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you come from. I don’t know your life story. And quite frankly, I don’t care. As long as you’re here, you’re just another burden.”

"I’m not a child!" She growled to cover how much her comments hurt. "And don’t worry, I can take care of myself. No sob stories, no going to you for help. I’ll handle myself, you handle yourself. Our paths won’t even cross."

Of course, this was Bravowoman, so she couldn’t help but add, “For now, at least. Until the day comes for our duel. Then we shall meet again to see who the true hero, the real most powerful one, is.”

She sneered at her claim of being able to take care of herself. Sure. Bravowoman powers or not, purple beings seemed to get into more trouble than anyone else around here. She was about to comment on it, but instead broke out into an amused, condescending smirk.

“‘The true hero’? Oh. I see how it is. Yet another desperate copycat with a fragile ego and something to prove. Your entire reason for being, your whole purpose in life is to destroy any who would stand in your way on your quest for recognition and glory.”

She slowly floated closer to her, a vicious gleam in her eye. “Do you honestly think that defeating one of the only useful heroes in Namco City will gain you any love or appreciation? Do you think that people will cheer your name as you stand over my broken and beaten body? Or is it fear and hatred that you desire? What will you do when you defeat me? Kick me out of the city? Take my powers for your own? Kill me? Or do you think we’ll magically become the best of friends and I’ll happily tag along like some dopey, adoring sidekick and cheerleader?”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “I’d like to see you try, little girl. I’m willing to bet your limbs aren’t stretchy like the other Antis. I look forward to the day when I snap every bone in your body like twigs and rip your arms and legs straight out of your torso.”

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

Bravowoman was surprised to hear someone speaking to her from her perch high up on the abandoned apartment building she was resting on. She’d been patrolling the slums for hours now, and after breaking up a gang fight and raiding the headquarters for a particularly powerful and nasty criminal organization of some sort, she was getting tired.

She turned and looked up, expecting to see one of the Bravowoman sisters, or maybe even Brave Girl or Tonfa. She did not expect to see some kind of hybrid fusion of what appeared to be a Bravowoman and an Anti.

Two distinct possibilities came to mind, neither that she liked. One, Blair snapped and fused with one of the Antis for some reason. Or two, Stitches forcefully fused with one of the sisters and came to get revenge. Either way, her reaction was instant and merciless.

In the blink of an eye, she threw a punch into the girl’s gut, then grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, threatening to snap her neck before throwing her over the edge of the building with enough force to break solid stone. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.

Finally, a chance to meet this universe’s Bravowoman. She’d been waiting for this. Maybe they could work together! Or…even be friend?

Just as she thought that, pain shot through her from her stomach. She didn’t even have a chance to recover from that before she was choked and thrown off the building. She managed to start flying just before she hit the ground, saving her from impact.

She flew back up to confront the attacker and demand an explanation, when suddenly a terrible possibility occurred to her. “Are you…are you my Bravowoman?”

She began to hover and balled her hands into fists, waiting patiently for the girl to fly up and retaliate. As she watched her fly back up, she noticed right away that she wasn’t as fast as she expected her to be. Her speed didn’t reflect the urgency of an angered opponent.

She raised an eyebrow as she flew up to her level and asked her bizarre question. It was only then that she figured out what was going on. Tension and anger left her body all at once, her icy glare being replaced by a bored expression devoid of any emotion.

"Oh. I get it. You’re from another offshoot universe, right? Well, allow me to welcome you the same way I welcome everyone else who ends up here. Welcome to Namco City. Now, get out."

Her jaw dropped. Well, at least she’d make it out of this alive, but still.

"Where am I supposed to go? Other people said I could stay here! And, and you’re not the boss of me!"

She shrugged and responded, “That’s not my problem. You’re not a human. Not a pure human, anyways. And that makes you an issue. I don’t need another child to babysit. I’ve already got my hands full with an entire city as it is.”

She hovered closer to her, looking down on her with contempt. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you come from. I don’t know your life story. And quite frankly, I don’t care. As long as you’re here, you’re just another burden.”

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

anti-bravowoman:

goteambravo:

anti-bravowoman:

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

Bravowoman was surprised to hear someone speaking to her from her perch high up on the abandoned apartment building she was resting on. She’d been patrolling the slums for hours now, and after breaking up a gang fight and raiding the headquarters for a particularly powerful and nasty criminal organization of some sort, she was getting tired.

She turned and looked up, expecting to see one of the Bravowoman sisters, or maybe even Brave Girl or Tonfa. She did not expect to see some kind of hybrid fusion of what appeared to be a Bravowoman and an Anti.

Two distinct possibilities came to mind, neither that she liked. One, Blair snapped and fused with one of the Antis for some reason. Or two, Stitches forcefully fused with one of the sisters and came to get revenge. Either way, her reaction was instant and merciless.

In the blink of an eye, she threw a punch into the girl’s gut, then grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, threatening to snap her neck before throwing her over the edge of the building with enough force to break solid stone. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.

Finally, a chance to meet this universe’s Bravowoman. She’d been waiting for this. Maybe they could work together! Or…even be friend?

Just as she thought that, pain shot through her from her stomach. She didn’t even have a chance to recover from that before she was choked and thrown off the building. She managed to start flying just before she hit the ground, saving her from impact.

She flew back up to confront the attacker and demand an explanation, when suddenly a terrible possibility occurred to her. “Are you…are you my Bravowoman?”

She began to hover and balled her hands into fists, waiting patiently for the girl to fly up and retaliate. As she watched her fly back up, she noticed right away that she wasn’t as fast as she expected her to be. Her speed didn’t reflect the urgency of an angered opponent.

She raised an eyebrow as she flew up to her level and asked her bizarre question. It was only then that she figured out what was going on. Tension and anger left her body all at once, her icy glare being replaced by a bored expression devoid of any emotion.

"Oh. I get it. You’re from another offshoot universe, right? Well, allow me to welcome you the same way I welcome everyone else who ends up here. Welcome to Namco City. Now, get out."

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bravowoman whispered:
Bravo...if we're going to date, there is something I really should tell you...

brawocorps:

goteambravo:

Huh… that sounds kinda ominous. What is it?

She couldn’t loom at him as she spoke. “I just want to start this by saying I do like you and I do like dating you. I haven’t been lying about that.”

"I’ve never told anyone this." She admitted. "None of us have, except maybe Juni. I was afraid to even admit it to myself for a long time. So, please, just try to listen and understand."

She took a breath. “I…don’t really know if I like people. Like, romantically. Crushes, romantic attractions, I don’t know if I have that stuff. At all.”

He was stunned and taken aback, giving her an expression that reflected both hurt and confusion.

"But… what? How can you like me but not like me? If you don’t even know what that stuff is, how do you know you feel anything for me?"

He furrowed his brow. “And what about all that stuff with you-know-who? It seemed pretty obvious to everyone EVER that you were super into him. I… I don’t understand.”

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

brawocorps:

"You’re my plan."

Brave turned and raised an eyebrow at the woman, unsure if he should be worried or not. “And what’s THAT supposed to mean?”

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goteambravo whispered:
&*&

anti-bravowoman:

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

Bravowoman was surprised to hear someone speaking to her from her perch high up on the abandoned apartment building she was resting on. She’d been patrolling the slums for hours now, and after breaking up a gang fight and raiding the headquarters for a particularly powerful and nasty criminal organization of some sort, she was getting tired.

She turned and looked up, expecting to see one of the Bravowoman sisters, or maybe even Brave Girl or Tonfa. She did not expect to see some kind of hybrid fusion of what appeared to be a Bravowoman and an Anti.

Two distinct possibilities came to mind, neither that she liked. One, Blair snapped and fused with one of the Antis for some reason. Or two, Stitches forcefully fused with one of the sisters and came to get revenge. Either way, her reaction was instant and merciless.

In the blink of an eye, she threw a punch into the girl’s gut, then grabbed her by the throat and squeezed hard, threatening to snap her neck before throwing her over the edge of the building with enough force to break solid stone. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.

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&*&

ebony-doppelganger:

goteambravo:

"The sky is blue, and all the leaves are green."

"Same as always then, huh?" Anti shifted, trying to get more situated in the bed. How long was he going o have to stay at this hospital? He felt mostly better, but they said they wanted to run more tests. To make matters worse, they’d moved him to another room, one without a window, which only served to worsen his paranoia and feelings of being trapped. The only relief he had now were the visits he got.

Hoping for a little good news, he asked, “Have they said when I can go yet?”

Hitoshi frowned. He didn’t like that they moved Avery to a new room in isolation, or that they were performing so many tests on him. It’s almost like they thought he would spread some horrible disease to everybody else on his floor. “They said you could leave tomorrow. But that’s exactly what they said yesterday. I don’t know about you, but I think this is getting ridiculous.”

He gave him a little smile, hoping it would be encouraging. “But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from spending so much time in hospitals, it’s that they CAN’T force you to stay. Well, unless they feel like you’re a danger to yourself or others.”

He leaned forward. “How are you feeling? Do you think you’re well enough to leave today, like they said before they changed their tune?”

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