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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 46
-VB-
I was more surprised that Hannover agreed.
Free one million dollars~!
Well, he obviously wanted me out of the city. It probably involved being a shady criminal, but then again, I was getting paid to see nothing, hear nothing, and speak nothing. Of course, once my new honeymoon phase came to an end, then it would be a return to normalcy (as normal as capes came).
And speaking of honeymoon…!
"I want to go to Hawaii!" Vicky shouted with a raised hand.
"Brazil!" Amy retorted with a glare.
"But the beach!"
"The animals!"
"The culture!"
"THE TREES!"
Unfortunately, I didn't get a vote because "I was the man," and my two girls were fighting. It was a nice sibling-ish(?) fighting, but there was also something else involved in here.
Oh yeah, and that one million dollars? It would be used to invite all of their closest friends (even Carol). I … didn't have any, so I would keep my cut(?) of the million dollars. Of course, I would be expected to host a marriage here in the bay where I would marry Amy. And also where we had our honeymoon, where I would be marrying Vicky.
Yes, we've already gone and planned out how our trio's relationship was going to be, and it was going to be simple. I would be married to both of them. Seeing as how New Hampshire wasn't a fan of polygamy (most of USA wasn't), we were registering with different locations to bypass the law.
So, we had a plan!
What we needed to do was choose, but my two women were very adamant about where we were going to go for vacation.
See, as unmasked capes, traveling was a very hard thing to do. Never mind the fact that they might be swamped by fans, there was also the troubles of unknown Masters and the like who liked collecting capes (Heartbreaker was one such example).
My appearance and shared power changed that. No one in my small family worried about the details anymore. Why would we when Amy was in the process of making anti-Master implants, Vicky who was naturally tolerant to Master attacks now exhibited immunity, and I who … would smash.
'I sound like a brute,' I thought to myself.
"...spiration for more cats!" Amy finished with a huff. "You like my kitties, don't you?!"
Vicky stuttered a little.
Everyone knew that she liked the spirit jaguars, especially after Amy turned one of them into Vicky's personal ride. Yes, Vicky went around town riding that thing, and considering that the spirit jaguar in question - a lightly colored one with dark eyes - ranked a mid-tier Brute, Mover, and Striker by itself. Combined with Vicky, the pair had been … let's say that there was a new mascot for the city.
PHO, in particular, was roaring as they realized that Amy was a biokinetic, and people, especially rich people, started requesting their own personal spirit jaguars. And kittens. And dogs.
I still could not believe someone would want a chihuahua spirit beast. Like… why?
"Alan!"
I jolted in place. "Umm, yeah?"
Vicky and Amy looked at me intensely.
"What?"
They rolled their eyes together.
"We're going to Brazil."
Vicky looked pissed at Amy's declaration. "No, we're trying to get his opinion!" she snapped.
"Well, obviously, we're gonna go outside the USA for a proper honeymoon."
'I am not partial to mosquitos, and both locations have them,' I thought to myself but didn't voice it out like an idiot. I didn't want to hurt either of their feelings by siding with one side but that was easier said than done. How could I make them like my opinion without being upset?
… Could I make them think that my opinion was their opinion?
"Honestly?" I asked, and they nodded. "Hawaii would be easier on us because none of us know Portuguese, but I also do not want to spend our honeymoon on signing autographs."
Vicky's lips parted into a sneer at the thought of it.
"Brazil will probably help us in the long run by helping Amy compile some interesting biological… stuff, but I don't want to deal with the villains there. I think everyone knows that the Brazilian government is more than happy to just lease out land to villains if they pay high enough of a price…"
It appeared in news often enough (like twice a year) that people never forgot and Brazil earned a nickname from it: "Jungle of the Villains." It was a twist to the "laws of the jungle" with a literal jungle involved.
Both of them frowned as they thought about it.
"How about somewhere safer, communicable, equally biodiverse, and with beaches like Hawaii?"
"Where?" Vicky asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, does some place like that exist?"
"Of course!"
"... I mean, if it's as good as Brazil, then I'm okay with an alternative."
I grinned.
"Australia."
""You crazy son of a bitch.""
Fair. Their capital did get Ziz-bombed and the aboriginals were … let's say that they have formed their own unrecognized but nevertheless powerful and independent state in the Outback and was in a state of constant low level conflict with the Australian oil and mining industries.
"At least there's no cartels and we can understand English," I replied back with a shrug. "Oh, and we're less likely to be scammed."
"Alan, their capital got Ziz'ed," Vicky hissed. "It happened less than a year ago!"
"I know! The people there won't recognize us, and even if they do, they have their own survival to take care of."
"... I feel like we're taking advantage of -"
"Huge. Fat. Tarantula."
"Amy-!" Vicky hissed at Amy's blank look.
"Beaches with clean waters and coral reefs to enjoy."
"... Fine, I'm in."
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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 47
-VB-
To my surprise, Dallons and Pelhams had been Catholics, even if they weren't devout.
I stood before the altar with Amy next to me. Dressed in the white wedding dress and gown respectively, we were perfect. Sure, Amy stood before the altar with her late pregnancy for all to see, but it only made me happier. In the church with her was her en
Unlike me, she had also been important enough that the Bishop Emeritus of Manchester traveled to Brockton Bay to personally oversee the marriage proceedings.
Bishop Quenville* smiled. I saw no judgment in his eyes nor feel it through my extra senses.
"Alan Marris and Amy Dallon, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?"
""Yes.""
"Will you honor each other as man and wife for rest of your lives?"
""Yes.""
"Will you accept children lovingly from God, and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his church?"
Personally, I ascribed to the bible itself when I did decide to follow rather than any church, but that was close enough on most occasions.
""Yes.""
"Then you may speak your vows."
I turned to Amy as she turned towards me.
My heart raced a little. "I, Alan Marris, take you, Amy Dallon, to be my lawful wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
She beamed with a smile as she spoke her vow. "I, Amy Dallon, take you, Alan Marris, to be my lawful husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."
"Then with the Lord as your witness, you may kiss."
Despite our current misgivings, Carol seemed awfully satisfied with this result.
-VB-
Our honeymoon to Australia was on!
If Vicky was on the same plane as us, then that was just a coincidence!
If there was a well-paid bureaucrat waiting to take a thousand dollars for registering Vicky and me as married, then that was also just a coincidence!
If there was a wedding already ready to go and Vicky and I had our wedding dress and new suit ready, then that was also just a coincidence.
The three of us now laid on an Australian beach, no more than ten miles from Sydney, sunbathing to our heart's content.
Because Australia was in the southern hemisphere, their weather was the opposite of those in the northern hemisphere, and because of that, the summer of Australia was just starting as it ended back home.
"... This is the best," Vicky sighed after sipping her … what was she drinking?
"We should be drinking a cocktail or something for the mood," Amy also sighed from the other side. "But then again, both of us are pregnant so we'll have to stick with juice."
"Mmhmm," her step-sister agreed.
"Eh," I muttered as I laid between the two of them, all three of us facing up towards the sun with sunscreen liberally applied.
We also didn't have anyone coming over to ask for autographs like it happened in Brockton Bay. No one recognized us.
This. Was. Perfect.
"... I'm bored."
"Me too."
I sighed. "Yeah, honestly, this is too perfect."
Amy sat up. "Should I try to recreate the Healing Tree?"
The Healing Tree was Amy's last spirit experiment before we got married and then came over to Australia for our honeymoon and marriage with Vicky. She only succeeded once out of the four dozen trees she grew, but it did one job: those around it would slowly regain their "optimal" condition. This included combating aging.
"Australia will surely like it, especially here in Sydney."
I've done my research on this continent.
Ever since Canberra fell, Sydney became Australia's capital.
Well, truthfully speaking, there were two capitals: Sydney for Australia and Alice Springs for United Outback Tribes.
Yes, the aboriginals revolted. See, the thing about this Earth was that persecution and bullying led to the victims triggering and gaining superpowers. Sure, the government might realize this and they preferred if any and all superhumans worked with them rather than against them.
But do the people, culturally ingrained to discriminate and persecute those "lesser" than them be smart?
Considering that there was a full-on rebellion in the heart of the Australian Outback that Australia cannot dislodge, no, the people cannot.
Of course, this only led to more discrimination. The idiots who still didn't realize what was good for them started throwing rocks at their neighbors. Lynchings happened. People triggered.
In one internationally famous case, a riot broke out as white supremacists broke into a school in a slum where a lot of the poor aboriginals and other minorities went to and started executing kids, completely ignoring that among those who trigger, children were stronger than adults, and so when thirty schoolchildren triggered - whites, blacks, indigenous, and Asians - and started rampaging across Sydney? Not only did the racists all die rather violently, but Australia also lost over ten thousand people that day.
Those children now make up not just the elite defenders of the Free Tribe's Nation after they ran away but made up the rebellion's core founders. Sure, not all aboriginals joined. In fact, Australia "proudly" showed off more than a few aboriginal capes who joined its federal parahuman agency, Bull Guard.
Regardless, Australia as a nation had fewer capes than the United Outback Tribes did, and cherished those they had with fanaticism.
The only reason why Australia was not at war was that despite their initial failures, their government did some really great work at reforms and diplomacy.
So while the UOT was in rebellion, technically they were also a self-autonomous region of Australia. Without ever having signed papers with the government.
I didn't care anymore beyond those details, because it wasn't like I was going to be dealing with them. I just felt bad for the regular people who had to pay more tax for the fuck ups of the government and the brainwashed idiots among them. Most Australians were just normal regular people.
"Yeah, sure, go for it," I told Amy.
This would just be good PR while Vicky got to do some bodyguarding/posing/modeling, Amy got to experiment, and me?
I was going to actually develop my own martial arts style to focus this power of mine.
-VB-
*Not the actual bishop IRL.
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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 48
-VB-
Was Australia rich?
Not really. With the loss of the Outback, they lost a lot of their usual mines when Australian export was dominantly raw material export, particularly coal and iron. Leviathan didn't help, of course, but it didn't mean that shipping didn't happen; it just happened far less frequently and the danger involved also made it super expensive.
So Australia was not rich, and with eighteen million people living in it, this was not good news. Their healthcare hung by a bare thread, and so when Amy came around with me as her husband and bodyguard and offered to create a tinkertech healing device approved for use by the PRT…
The doctor in charge of Blacktown hospital, Doctor Hellen Kim, stood next to us with teary eyes.
"It's been so long since we've got help," she whispered quietly while dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "Even though we're no more than ten kilometers from the new federal district and take in the majority of West Sydney's needy, sick, and injured."
Vicky was all for the PR.
"Don't worry. Heroes will come to help if they know more about the situation!" she said as she took the matron's hands and shook them. Seeing as the matron wasn't flying away, screaming about broken bones, or otherwise, she was doing a good job at controlling her strength while giving the appearance of putting her all in that one firm handshake. "I mean, I already posted to PHO about it and my hubby there set up a donation pool."
I gave the matron, who turned to look at me, a victory sign. "It's already linked to your hospital's own donation site, so there won't be a fee for intermediaries as people will be giving directly to you."
She began to openly weep now.
Politely ignoring her for a moment as she pulled Vicky and Amy both into a bear hug, I pulled out my phone and looked up how many donations the site recorded. The pity story I wrote with Amy and Vicky's confirming it was enough for ten thousand dollars to be deposited over one hundred eight donations in the past three hours. From a single glance, our little trip to the poorest hospital seemed to be working.
More importantly, seeing Amy and Vicky feel good about the good they were doing.
"REPENT! THE END IS NIGH!"
The matron's tears dried up almost instantly, and the handkerchief of hers squeaked from the grip strength applied to it.
I turned towards the sound, which seemed to come from the front of the lobby.
"Who's the crazy?" I asked after turning back towards the doctor.
"A local man who lost his entire family," she sighed. "Usually, he has a minder."
"Daniel, stop bothering the nice people and the sick patients!"
I looked down as the voices grew away and saw a … was that a nun? Yes, that was a nun dragging an elderly man away from the lobby of the hospital.
"He's … he has but a single grandchild left. Please forgive him for the disruption."
"Shouldn't he be taking care of his grandkid then?" I asked her with a huff.
"The kid's in the army."
"Ah."
"Yes. Daniel… was always a good neighbor. Always helpful and kind. A good Christian like the way the old pastors and priests told people to emulate, not the Christians of profiteering megachurches."
"What happened?" I asked, more to keep a conversation going than with actual curiosity.
"Simurgh happened."
No more needed to be said.
"Are there a lot of people like him?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
And that was that.
-VB-
After another hedonistic night, I found myself on the rooftop of the hotel we were staying at.
I would normally get right down to doing something, but I also knew that making my own martial arts needed proper guidance as well.
Martial art, as I understood it, wasn't just a show of punching, kicking, and fighting in a pleasing and effective manner. Martial art, at its core, was a way for a trained expert to gain an advantage over the untrained or even those trained in the more traditional and standard methods.
Of course, guns fucked that trend up badly, but one good soldier training video still showed everyone that a trained martial artist versus someone who wasn't trained in such close-quarter combat.
First and foremost, I needed a martial art that could switch between non-lethality and lethality on the fly. As a hero, I needed to be able to hold back but also dish out the necessary firepower when murderers like Slaughterhouse Nine came around.
With that in mind, I had already compiled a list of moves and arts that were already proficient in both. Judo was a must for its grappling techniques needed for me to lock down my enemies that I didn't want to kill, taekwondo for the powerful kicks, and LINE for fully lethal attacks. I would go for single strikes for both incapacitations and kill strikes.
Time to get started.
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