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Doki doki literature club loot locker2/28/2023 Miss Militia's brow furrowed at that, but to Greg she didn't seem at all surprised by what he'd told her, like she expected to hear it at some point but was annoyed to only be finding out about it now. "Because she and her friends constantly torment a girl I know, with her doling out a lot of physical abuse to Ta- to her, I'm pretty sure she pushed La- another member of the track team who was threatening to overtake her spot as the track team's star down a flight of stairs, oh and she punched me in the gut so hard that I threw up last week because I was talking to loud near her and she took exception to that" Greg explained, more annoyed at being disbelieved than anything. "Why would you be worried about Shadow Stalker assaulting you?" Miss Militia asked, causing Greg to realize that she was looking directly at his blond hair, sending a wave of annoyace through Greg at the fact that once again his hair was making people get the wrong idea about him. "Oh, um when I focus on something, like a question or a problem or a person, it starts feeding me context sensitive trivia and/or facts" Greg explained, pulling back his hood so he could scratch his head as he tried to think of how to say what he needed to "For So- I mean Shadow Stalker, most of my time spent around her is wracking my brain on how to keep her from caving my face in, and my power stared feeding me information about a old radio drama called "The Shadow", Statistics on people reporting their stalkers to the police, the proper medical procedure of removing a crossbow bolt, and it was kinda obvious after that" "And how did this let you find out Shadow Stalker's identity?" The Patriotic Hero asked. "Um, it's kinda like a constant stream of information, but unless I focus it on something it kinda just feeds me nothing but useless trivia and factoids, like the fact that the plastic bits at the ends of shoelaces are called eaglets, or that the measurement of data that is smaller than a byte is a nibble, or the statistics of like thirty different sports teams worth of players, or-" Greg rambled, only to stop when Miss Militia raised her hand in a "please stop" gesture that Greg was uncomfortably familiar with. "And what exactly is your power?" Miss Militia asks, obviously disbelieving of Greg's claims" "Kinda?" Greg said after a minute, cringing internally at the near crack his voice made "I mean, I'm mostly here because My power kinda accidentally let me figure out Shadow Stalker's secret identity and has been trying to get me to out her?" Greg rambled, nervousness beating his already crippled verbal filter over the head with a steel folding chair. "I was told that you needed to talk to someone about the conduct of one of the Wards?" She asked in a way that Greg was sure was an attempt at being warm, but the fact that her power turned into a machete as she asked it gave him pause. His power hummed in his ear as he placed his mostly undivided attention on the Cape in front of him and tried his hardest not to geek out and have a panic attack at the same time. Readjusting the crummy paper mask that hid his identity for what felt like the millionth time, Greg almost sighed in relief as the door opened only for the aforementioned sigh to die a violent and sudden death as Miss Militia walked into the room. Greg considered suppressing the endless tide of random factoids and trivia that his power constantly vomited, but decided that the awkwardness was worth avoiding the skullcap to shoulder ache that spawned in his head from making his power shut up for a few minutes. Greg fidgeted in the metal seat of the meeting room he had been shuffled off into, feeling less and less sure that this was a good idea as every tortuous second in total silence seemed to stretch on into an eternity while his power babbled uselessly in his ear. First up, a Parahuman Greg Veder snippet!
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