Author's Note: This one is prose, not sex.
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Stevie burst through the doors of the tiny photography studio, and saw the black-dressed woman sniggering over her fallen foes. The monchen was still laughing as they turned towards the sound of the newcomer.
"With you in my sight, I deploy my ultimate might!" Stevie yelled out loudly, throwing a hand forward.
Her monchen rolled their eyes dramatically, yawned and stepped forward snapping her fingers and blasting the floating verfolchen with a lightning bolt. "Boom."
The monchen yawned and stretched as the other dropped to the ground, seizing and shaking. She glanced back at Stevie, "Can I go back to bed, now?"
"Got to check on the people, Zilan." Stevie said in irritation, running over and sliding across the floor on her knees to land next to the innocent trainer.
He looked so sweet, out of things as he was. Which unfortunately probably meant he had a tad bit of brain damage happening. Getting knocked out is not something that should really happen to anyone. Not if they wanted to preserve the gooey thing inside their skulls.
"I summon the power of a healing pack!" Stevie said, thrusting a hand into the air.
Zilan rolled her eyes and put one into the proffered hand. Stevie slammed it down, but stopped just before impact to very gently place the cream-covered compress onto his forehead.
"What... What are you doing to Roter!?"
The two functioning people glanced over to the doorway, to find a whole group of people looking in. At the head of the pack was a furious looking trainer, who was being trailed by three monchen who looked as if they were terrified of their mistress.
Zilan stomped both her feet, spreading them and lifting her hands dramatically. They crackled with lightning, and the monchen sneered, "Try me, human. Just try me."
"Chill, Zilan. She probably knows the victims. We must be the heroes, remember? That means not attacking someone until you know they're to blame."
"They're humans. They deserve it." Zilan sneered.
The woman blinked, "Oh. Oh, Roter's always getting into shit. Uh... I'm Blauer. So... What happened here?"
"Your typical verfolchen haunting." Stevie shrugged and stood up, walking over and kneeling beside the weakened blitzchen. She tested the woman's pulse, counting it off in her head. "Don't worry about it. Once defeated, verfolchen tend to become... Possessive."
"Verfolchen... Exist?" Blauer stared at the paralysed woman.
Zilan let out a growl, an eye twitching, "Step. Back. Human."
"Zilan! Chill. That's an order." Stevie snapped, glaring, "Also, healing pack."
The donnchen stared at her, and then her bottom lip trembled, "You want to freaking heal the blitzchen?"
"They are all our sisters. Behave. You're embarrassing me." Stevie said with a hint of anger. Not that she actually felt any. She could never feel angry at Zilan.
The donnchen meekly handed her another medkit, before heading over to the downed blattchen, unbidden, and applying one by herself. Stevie couldn't help but beam with pride at that.
Then she applied her own gently to the blitzchen. The woman let out a weak little moan, shivering in the afterthrows of a rather private moment. It tended to happen, with a blitzchen's attacks. That was part of their magic.
The lightning blasts of a donnchen, on the other hand, were nothing but a weapon. Which was why they had been abused as weapons of war, before humanity had finally grown up and settled down.
Zilan had known that life. It was part of what made her so touchy, and rightly made her hate most humans. A lot of monchen too, but that was less well deserved.
Stevie helped the blitzchen sit up a little, and pulled a comb from her utility belt and began righting the hair of the confused and addled woman. She smiled at them and started to hum to herself.
Blauer coughed, "Eh... Sorry to interrupt but... Who are you, exactly? Will I be seeing you at the research centre?"
"That's Stevie." The police officer beside Blauer stated. "She's... Fairly well known around here. Professor Rita is an old acquaintance of Stevie. If she had known she was already trying to save the idiot on the floor, Rita would be here, herself."
"She's such a sweetie." Stevie grinned.
"So she could beat you into the ground." Vanessa continued.
Stevie shrugged, "Mmm. She loves me."
"Stevie here, is a criminal." Vanessa said angrily, "But... We have orders not to touch her. Last time someone tried, her donnchen levelled three city blocks to get her back."
Stevie winced, "She doesn't really listen to me when I ask her for restraint. I'm sorry. It's her PTSD. It makes her treat people badly."
Blauer stared, "Someone... The cops are scared to arrest?"
"There's thirteen of them, across the country." Vanessa said in surprise, "You've never heard of the Wicked Thirteen?"
The woman shook her head.
"One is in charge of Club Moonbound. That would be Orion." Vanessa explained, "He's... A real piece of work."
"Totally misunderstood." Stevie corrected, still brushing the blitzchen's hair. "Orion is a real sweetheart. He's just... A little focused on his research. Trying to break a hole in the walls of reality."
