Junko Natsumizaka
Just a demonic overlord studying Earth firsthand.
A Farm in Iowa - Sunrise
"Hey, John, put that book away! We need to finish stacking these hay bales before sunrise!" Tom called.
John, absorbed in his book atop a stack of haybales, gave no reply.
"John!" Tom tossed a shoe John's way. "Oh come on!" He exclaimed when John dodged without any effort.
"Let me finish this chapter, pa!"
"You've read the book nearly a dozen times, son!"
"But this is my favorite part! This is the part where the aliens show up, pa! I can read it aloud to you if you want, and then I'll help you out!" John promised.
"Alright, son. Climb down." Tom shrugged, cracking his knuckles.
"ANN SAT BOLT UPRIGHT IN BED!" John hollered, hopping down without lifting his eyes from the book.
"Still can't hear ya, John!" Tom called as he walked over.
"Ann sat bolt upright in bed," John repeated when Tom came closer. "eyes drawn to the neon light outside her bedroom window. She crept over, eyes widening at the sight of a humongous, amazing, awesome flying saucer!"
Tom grinned, noticing John's enthusiastic additions to the story.
"It was so cool, with slick metal curves, glowing windows, and an almost blinding beam of light coming from the bottom! Cows were being sucked up from the air, haybales flew about, and grandma's apple pie was lost to the aliens, who thought it was just the most delicious pie in the world!" John added, hearing his grandmother's footsteps behind him.
"Now why are you letting this boy wander off into his fantasies again?" Grandma nagged. "If he doesn't get his head outta the books he'll never be able to run this farm!"
"He's only twelve, ma. He'll grow into the farm soon enough." Tom shrugged.
"With all this eatin' he's doin' he should be sprouting outta the roof by now!" Grandma argued. "Little rascal still gets lost in the corn mazes! Oh sweet Jesus, he'd lose his head if it wasn't screwed on straight!"
"Might screw it the wrong way a few times, doesn't mean he won't get it right eventually." Tom reasoned. "Right, John?"
Grandma and Tom turned to John when a silence followed.
Tom picked up John's fallen book, growing worried as he dusted dirt off the pages. "Now where'd you go, John? Don't let your grandma get to you, she only wants the best for you." He peered around the haybale stack, finding nothing. I woulda heard him scamper off...He tilted his chin up, scratching the back of his head. His eyes widened in shock as he peered straight into the open bottom of a gigantic flying saucer, soundlessly hovering twenty feet in the air. Shocking winds silenced his screams as he gained distance from the ground, spinning around as if he were being dragged in by an invisible vortex. The last sensation he felt before he lost consciousness were his ears popping from the pressure.




The comedian stood on the stage before red velvet curtains, entertaining a large audience of well-dressed bureaucrats. This was his first time performing in anything that wasn't a rundown bar on the east side of town, and he couldn't measure his gratitude at the fundraiser host's generosity in giving him a shot.
"...So I walk in, sit down, and start playing. I'd practiced for months, but the moment I started playing in the exam hall, my fingers fumbled all over the place, and I...blew the shot - messed up the entire piece..." The comedian clenched his hands into fists, looking down for a solemn moment.
This drew a small 'aaaaw' from the crowd.
"So the instructor goes, 'Try again. It seems like you're nervous, and that makes it hard to focus for anyone! If you're having trouble concentrating, pretend you're in a concert hall, and twenty-thousand people have paid to see you.'" The comedian gave the crowd a deadpan stare in reply.
Soft laughter rippled through the crowd.
"So I turn around-" The comedian turned around, then twisted his upper body to the crowd, bending his knees to simulate turning around on a piano bench. "-and say, 'If twenty-thousand people paid to see me, someone ripped 'em off.'
A round of laughter from the audience.
"So I start the piece again," The comedian stood, and mimed playing the keys with his free hand. "and I make eh...about three mistakes somewhere in there. Not bad for a six-page assignment, but still." He shrugged. "The instructor goes," He used his mouth to make a 'crowd roar' sound, "and I realize he was trying to be supportive - nicest instructor ever, by the way, bless him. But if I'm going to pass an exam, I need to feel like I earnt it. If I really was playing in a concert hall, I would want to give the audience my best, and mistakes like that just wouldn't cut it! So the only thing I could think to say back in that moment was, 'That's the sound of the audience burning their tickets. They're super p!ssed, and asking for refunds'." The comedian smiled as he was met with roaring applause and laughter. He continued warmly once it softened. "Seriously, not one laugh outta that guy.'"
A light ripple of laughter from the audience.
"Now I'm more focused on making him laugh - a nice distraction, if I'm being really honest with myself." The comedian put his hand to his heart.
A stagehand handed him a guitar and walked off the stage without a word.
"So I walk over to this...guitar he's got in another section, and I walk back, slinging it over my shoulder-" The comedian slung the guitar strap over his shoulder "-and I say, 'Let me play a song for you I heard in prison.' The teacher goes, 'Sure.' So I start playin'..." He ran his fingernails across one of the strings, moving it back and forth to imitate a 'sawing noise'.
A soft ripple of laughter from the audience.
"Still not a laugh out of that guy." The comedian shrugged.
The audience's laughter grew louder.
The comedian smiled.
The audience's laughter nearly doubled in volume, and a few people gripped their stomachs in response.
The comedian felt confused, wondering why they had such a strong reaction - with such odd timing - to one of his lighter jokes. He looked down in horror to see a moist, warm spot on his crotch - he'd wet himself. "Aaah-" He stammered, "that's not part of the show!" His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he was rushed off the stage, replaced by the fundraiser host.
"You know..." The host shook her head softly, smiling at the comedian's retreating form. "I never know what he'll come up with." She continued on, trying her best to play it off as one of his jokes. If I can save him from embarrassment and shift the story a bit, I can hire him again at half price for a different event.
From the back of the audience, Nova had laughed the loudest. Before he was noticed, he slipped away, past the exits and into the cold night air. He sighed contentedly, looking up to the night sky with a warm smile as he replayed the moment in his head a few times. A vibration in his pocket snapped him out of his daydreaming. He pulled his burger phone out, flipping it open to answer a call. "Sears Department Store, how may I help you?" He grinned.
"Yeah, I need a set of towels - preferably in cerulean, and I-" The male voice on the other end transitioned to a singing voice, "-
I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'till the mornin' liiiiiiight!
"
"I'll be right over! Where're you at, Jules?" Nova nodded, hailing a cab.
"Six blocks away from North's fundraiser event - near the McDonalds." Jules replied.
"Which McDonalds, they've got three around here." Nova laughed, waving away the taxi that pulled over with an apologetic glance. "An infestation of crappy food all in one area - waste of space where they should have a go-cart place instea-"
"-Errr..." Jules looked around, before his eyes settled on the spectacle before him. Oh my gosh why didn't I think of this before?! "...the one across from the bank!"
Nova laughed heartily, "I'll see you in a minute." He flipped the phone shut, where it automatically hung up, and replaced it in his pocket. He drew a deep breath, closing his eyes as he concentrated to draw every moisture particle in the air to his attention. He stretched his fingers out with his consciousness, stretching as far as he could. His current capacity for doing so stretched to about the size of a stadium. He held the breath in for a moment as he felt nearby particles rushing over, visualizing what he wanted to create. As released the air through his mouth, he opened his eyes to watch the droplets amalgamate. He took in another deep breath as he moved his hands, shaping the creation. The final breath followed as he changed the shape's temperature, freezing the structure into ice: a gigantic ladder, connected to a slide. He admired the structure with a nod, then began his climb. Solid ice. Nicely done. He took a seat at the top, and let go of the ladder, laughing as he picked up speed. "Hell yes!" He cheered as it curved around buildings and over busy streets, waving to a crowd of people waiting to cross the street at a crosswalk. "Hey guys!" Most waved back, or whipped out their phones to grab pictures. A few were slow to notice, and by the time they looked, they only saw the quickly-melting slide in Nova's wake.

"Two minutes and fifty-eight, two minutes and fifty nine seconds." Jules counted as Nova dropped beside him in a kneeling potion, his left hand on the ground and his right hand on his knee.
"Faster than any cab!" Nova held out his hand for a high-five. The remains of his slide - now a huge floating ball of water - floated ten feet above them. "Just finished embarrassing Gabriel at his standup gig." He added proudly.
"You wanna talk about an embarrassment? Check out that police squad over there!" Jules gestured.
Nova just realized Jules they'd been crouching behind a police car. Beyond, an officer was attempting to negotiate with a band of robbers holding hostages in the bank.
"They've been 'negotiating' for over half an hour! Peak comedy hour over here. I wanted to step in with a friend." Jules smiled.
"Alright, time to go." Nova stood. "I brought the water with me." He pointed a thumb at the sphere.
"Oooh, saved on summoning time! Awesome!" Jules patted Nova's back, standing with him.
"How many robbers we got?" Nova raised an eyebrow.
"I counted six!" Jules nodded.
"Aaaaaaalrighty, then!" Nova grinned.
"Showtime!" Jules sucked in all the air he could, then held his breath, giving Nova the thumbs up.
The moment Jules held his nose, everything froze: the flickering police lights, the feedback from the megaphone the negotiator used, the traffic at the street's end, the steam from the McDonalds customers' takeout across the street...
Jules held up his free hand with the three centermost fingers, counting down the time Nova had left.
Nova formed his hands as if he were shaping a snowball, splitting the water sphere in two. He ascended the bank steps, levitating the halved water sphere along with him.
At the landing, he saw one robber holding a gun to a hostage's head. A quick glance inside confirmed Jules's criminal count: six. He hummed the Shrek version of I Need a Hero as he pulled the hostage away from the robber, splitting his water sphere into six smaller spheres. Meanwhile, the halved sphere he'd left floating ten feet in the air evaporated.
Jules lowered one finger. Two minutes left, Nova!
Nova levitated one water sphere onto the first robber, freezing his torso in a thin, rectangular block of ice. "Good luck walking that way." He chuckled, gently turning his gun upwards before prying his fingers off it. He set it down on the floor by the robber's feet, before heading inside.
"Freeze, police!" Nova laughed. One by one, they were secured in thin blocks of ice. "Heh heh, ice to see you! Ohoho, lookin' pretty cool over there, Robber Number Three! Heyyy, Number Four - have an ice day! Number five - icy come, icy go. There'll be no 'Get Out of Ice Free' card for you Number Six!"
"Pah!" Jules released his breath as he walked inside, finally letting out his laughter. "Icy what you did there!"
"It'll be smooth hailing for the cops now." Nova chuckled.
"Supernova! Hamilton! Stand Down!" The 'negotiator' ordered.
"Eeeeeeeeh, quiet, you. We just saved the day." Nova waved the negotiator's words off as he descended the steps.
"If we hadn't come by, all hail would've broken loose." Jules chuckled, following Nova out. "Have an ice day, guys!" He waved to the officers as he held his breath again.
"I already used 'have an ice day' inside." Nova grinned. "You've gotta pick another one, now, or all hail will break loose! Heheh, an ice pun for an ice pun."
"Pah!" Jules released his breath, and the cops looked around in confusion.
They heard one of them curse, "Damn it, not again!"
"Oh, gimme a minute, lemme get this!" Jules flipped open his phone - a golden pocket watch flip phone - with an apologetic expression. "Ayo?"
Nova gestured that he'd be right back, making for the McDonalds.

Nova held up two soft serves in one hand, and two medium-sized fries in another. "Best of McDonalds, brought to you by Supernova."
Jules met Nova's gaze with another apologetic expression. "Sooooo, I just got a call from Miranda - I forgot I already made plans over a week ago to spend the day with my little nephew for his birthday! We're gonna have to raincheck these soft serves!"
"It's all cool, Jules." Nova smiled at the ice pun. He knew better not to insist Jules take the other soft serve, since he'd probably drop it in the taxi over. "Have a great time with your nephew.
"Thanks, Nova! Hopefully I can be available tomorrow so we can pick up right where we left off!" Jules put his hands together. "Anyways, have a good night!"
"You, too, Jules!" Nova lifted the hand holding the soft serves, since he couldn't wave. He felt a vibration in his pocket as he watched Jules jog to the next street to catch a cab. Chuckling softly, he looked down at his hands, full of food. He turned to the outdoor diners at McDonalds, and held up his food. "Anyone want free ice cream?"
"Supernova! Supernova!" A kid stood from his seat, ignoring his mother's words to stay seated. The kid ran around his table, down the ramp, and up to Nova. "Is it really you?"
"Yup yup! Just saved the day at that bank over there." Nova pointed a thumb to the bank behind him. "My friend Hamilton stopped time while I used my water to freeze the robbers! You'll be able to watch it on the news tomorrow." He smiled warmly. "Right now, I've got to take a call from another superhero! Could you help me tackle these?" He nodded to the food in his hands.
"That'd be awesome!" The kid reached out and took everything.
Nova laughed as he watched the kid run off. "Shoulda been more specific, but who cares?" He licked the melted ice cream that'd trickled down off his hand before he answered his phone. "Best Buy, how may I help you?"
"Finally someone answered, mannnn...I need some help over here!" Athena replied, barely coherent through the shaky connection. "I'm in New York, Sector 7, I need a ton of help with some civilians in a snowstorm. They're all over the place like ants, under a blanket of snow - and I don't have any sugar. One of them is freakin' missing and we can't find her anywhere! I'd be able to help if I could see through this sh!t!"
"Athena, I can't get there in time! Even if I hijacked a plane-" Nova began.
"Get North out of her fundraiser bullsh!t! She f!cking blocked my number." Athena insisted.
"On it." Nova nodded, hanging up. He dialed North's number, and waited for her to pick up.
"Nova you better have a damn good reason for calling me in the middle of a speech!" North nagged.
"Athena needs help, and if you help me help her, I'll owe you one!" Nova offered.
"I'm there!" North smiled, changing her tone immediately. Nova heard her muffle the phone as she yelled, "Alastair, take over for me!"
Two Seconds Later
"You called?" North grinned, standing behind Nova with her hands behind her back. It almost made her look innocent.
Nova turned around. "New York, Sector 7. Let's go."
"I'll forgive you bossing me around for that favor." North smiled, grabbing Nova's hands. "Aaaaaaaand one, two, three!"
During the next ten minutes, they zoomed through thousands of city buildings, residential districts, and a few street performances, until they stopped in the center of Central Park.
"Athena," North hollered into her popcorn box flip phone, "Where can I find you?"
"I'm north-west of Sector 7's border, search for a ski resort." Athena replied.

"You were bordering Sector 6 on the north-east. It would've been easier to find you if you'd just given us the name of-" North nagged.
"Hey hey, I'm not one of your employees. Cool it." Athena waved her off. "What'd it take you, an extra two seconds?"
North glared, opening her mouth to argue before Nova interjected.
"-Can you fly around and find that girl, now?" Nova gave Athena a look that said, 'Don't press North'.
"Sure." Athena huffed, crouching to fly off with extra force.
Snow splattered on North's black dress, and she clenched her fists, but stayed silent. All for the favor. All for the favor. An unlimited favor from Nova. Rule free! I can do this. Stay chill, stay chill. Heheh, chill. The edges of her lips turned upwards just a bit. Gabriel would've gotten the credit for calming the blizzard down if they hadn't stepped in. I'd much rather deal with Athena's inflated ego than Gabriel's. Speaking of which... "That was you, earlier, wasn't it?" She shot Nova an accusatory glance.
"I have no idea what you mean!" Nova's whistled like a cartoon character avoiding a confrontation.
North's glance turned into a glare, and for a moment, the two had a staredown.
Nova's excitement betrayed him as he burst out laughing. "Gabriel wet himself on stage! It was hilarious! He stole my stories, you know, I can't just let that happen!" He smirked.
"True. I'd feel the same way if someone tried to steal one of my recipes by changing a few ingredients to try and circumvent the patent." North nodded, folding her arms. "I finally got my attorney to get his thumb out of his @$$ on that one. Almost had him fired, but I found my zen and finished the court case, first." She smiled proudly.
"Congrats, North-" Nova began.
"-Guys!" Athena flew back over. "You've gotta some see this!"
"You know, you really should avoid saying that." Nova joked. "It's such a cliché line."
North grabbed Nova's hands, eager to finish up here. "Which way?"
"Hey, John, put that book away! We need to finish stacking these hay bales before sunrise!" Tom called.
John, absorbed in his book atop a stack of haybales, gave no reply.
"John!" Tom tossed a shoe John's way. "Oh come on!" He exclaimed when John dodged without any effort.
"Let me finish this chapter, pa!"
"You've read the book nearly a dozen times, son!"
"But this is my favorite part! This is the part where the aliens show up, pa! I can read it aloud to you if you want, and then I'll help you out!" John promised.
"Alright, son. Climb down." Tom shrugged, cracking his knuckles.
"ANN SAT BOLT UPRIGHT IN BED!" John hollered, hopping down without lifting his eyes from the book.
"Still can't hear ya, John!" Tom called as he walked over.
"Ann sat bolt upright in bed," John repeated when Tom came closer. "eyes drawn to the neon light outside her bedroom window. She crept over, eyes widening at the sight of a humongous, amazing, awesome flying saucer!"
Tom grinned, noticing John's enthusiastic additions to the story.
"It was so cool, with slick metal curves, glowing windows, and an almost blinding beam of light coming from the bottom! Cows were being sucked up from the air, haybales flew about, and grandma's apple pie was lost to the aliens, who thought it was just the most delicious pie in the world!" John added, hearing his grandmother's footsteps behind him.
"Now why are you letting this boy wander off into his fantasies again?" Grandma nagged. "If he doesn't get his head outta the books he'll never be able to run this farm!"
"He's only twelve, ma. He'll grow into the farm soon enough." Tom shrugged.
"With all this eatin' he's doin' he should be sprouting outta the roof by now!" Grandma argued. "Little rascal still gets lost in the corn mazes! Oh sweet Jesus, he'd lose his head if it wasn't screwed on straight!"
"Might screw it the wrong way a few times, doesn't mean he won't get it right eventually." Tom reasoned. "Right, John?"
Grandma and Tom turned to John when a silence followed.
Tom picked up John's fallen book, growing worried as he dusted dirt off the pages. "Now where'd you go, John? Don't let your grandma get to you, she only wants the best for you." He peered around the haybale stack, finding nothing. I woulda heard him scamper off...He tilted his chin up, scratching the back of his head. His eyes widened in shock as he peered straight into the open bottom of a gigantic flying saucer, soundlessly hovering twenty feet in the air. Shocking winds silenced his screams as he gained distance from the ground, spinning around as if he were being dragged in by an invisible vortex. The last sensation he felt before he lost consciousness were his ears popping from the pressure.




The comedian stood on the stage before red velvet curtains, entertaining a large audience of well-dressed bureaucrats. This was his first time performing in anything that wasn't a rundown bar on the east side of town, and he couldn't measure his gratitude at the fundraiser host's generosity in giving him a shot.
"...So I walk in, sit down, and start playing. I'd practiced for months, but the moment I started playing in the exam hall, my fingers fumbled all over the place, and I...blew the shot - messed up the entire piece..." The comedian clenched his hands into fists, looking down for a solemn moment.
This drew a small 'aaaaw' from the crowd.
"So the instructor goes, 'Try again. It seems like you're nervous, and that makes it hard to focus for anyone! If you're having trouble concentrating, pretend you're in a concert hall, and twenty-thousand people have paid to see you.'" The comedian gave the crowd a deadpan stare in reply.
Soft laughter rippled through the crowd.
"So I turn around-" The comedian turned around, then twisted his upper body to the crowd, bending his knees to simulate turning around on a piano bench. "-and say, 'If twenty-thousand people paid to see me, someone ripped 'em off.'
A round of laughter from the audience.
"So I start the piece again," The comedian stood, and mimed playing the keys with his free hand. "and I make eh...about three mistakes somewhere in there. Not bad for a six-page assignment, but still." He shrugged. "The instructor goes," He used his mouth to make a 'crowd roar' sound, "and I realize he was trying to be supportive - nicest instructor ever, by the way, bless him. But if I'm going to pass an exam, I need to feel like I earnt it. If I really was playing in a concert hall, I would want to give the audience my best, and mistakes like that just wouldn't cut it! So the only thing I could think to say back in that moment was, 'That's the sound of the audience burning their tickets. They're super p!ssed, and asking for refunds'." The comedian smiled as he was met with roaring applause and laughter. He continued warmly once it softened. "Seriously, not one laugh outta that guy.'"
A light ripple of laughter from the audience.
"Now I'm more focused on making him laugh - a nice distraction, if I'm being really honest with myself." The comedian put his hand to his heart.
A stagehand handed him a guitar and walked off the stage without a word.
"So I walk over to this...guitar he's got in another section, and I walk back, slinging it over my shoulder-" The comedian slung the guitar strap over his shoulder "-and I say, 'Let me play a song for you I heard in prison.' The teacher goes, 'Sure.' So I start playin'..." He ran his fingernails across one of the strings, moving it back and forth to imitate a 'sawing noise'.
A soft ripple of laughter from the audience.
"Still not a laugh out of that guy." The comedian shrugged.
The audience's laughter grew louder.
The comedian smiled.
The audience's laughter nearly doubled in volume, and a few people gripped their stomachs in response.
The comedian felt confused, wondering why they had such a strong reaction - with such odd timing - to one of his lighter jokes. He looked down in horror to see a moist, warm spot on his crotch - he'd wet himself. "Aaah-" He stammered, "that's not part of the show!" His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and he was rushed off the stage, replaced by the fundraiser host.
"You know..." The host shook her head softly, smiling at the comedian's retreating form. "I never know what he'll come up with." She continued on, trying her best to play it off as one of his jokes. If I can save him from embarrassment and shift the story a bit, I can hire him again at half price for a different event.
From the back of the audience, Nova had laughed the loudest. Before he was noticed, he slipped away, past the exits and into the cold night air. He sighed contentedly, looking up to the night sky with a warm smile as he replayed the moment in his head a few times. A vibration in his pocket snapped him out of his daydreaming. He pulled his burger phone out, flipping it open to answer a call. "Sears Department Store, how may I help you?" He grinned.
"Yeah, I need a set of towels - preferably in cerulean, and I-" The male voice on the other end transitioned to a singing voice, "-


"I'll be right over! Where're you at, Jules?" Nova nodded, hailing a cab.
"Six blocks away from North's fundraiser event - near the McDonalds." Jules replied.
"Which McDonalds, they've got three around here." Nova laughed, waving away the taxi that pulled over with an apologetic glance. "An infestation of crappy food all in one area - waste of space where they should have a go-cart place instea-"
"-Errr..." Jules looked around, before his eyes settled on the spectacle before him. Oh my gosh why didn't I think of this before?! "...the one across from the bank!"
Nova laughed heartily, "I'll see you in a minute." He flipped the phone shut, where it automatically hung up, and replaced it in his pocket. He drew a deep breath, closing his eyes as he concentrated to draw every moisture particle in the air to his attention. He stretched his fingers out with his consciousness, stretching as far as he could. His current capacity for doing so stretched to about the size of a stadium. He held the breath in for a moment as he felt nearby particles rushing over, visualizing what he wanted to create. As released the air through his mouth, he opened his eyes to watch the droplets amalgamate. He took in another deep breath as he moved his hands, shaping the creation. The final breath followed as he changed the shape's temperature, freezing the structure into ice: a gigantic ladder, connected to a slide. He admired the structure with a nod, then began his climb. Solid ice. Nicely done. He took a seat at the top, and let go of the ladder, laughing as he picked up speed. "Hell yes!" He cheered as it curved around buildings and over busy streets, waving to a crowd of people waiting to cross the street at a crosswalk. "Hey guys!" Most waved back, or whipped out their phones to grab pictures. A few were slow to notice, and by the time they looked, they only saw the quickly-melting slide in Nova's wake.

"Two minutes and fifty-eight, two minutes and fifty nine seconds." Jules counted as Nova dropped beside him in a kneeling potion, his left hand on the ground and his right hand on his knee.
"Faster than any cab!" Nova held out his hand for a high-five. The remains of his slide - now a huge floating ball of water - floated ten feet above them. "Just finished embarrassing Gabriel at his standup gig." He added proudly.
"You wanna talk about an embarrassment? Check out that police squad over there!" Jules gestured.
Nova just realized Jules they'd been crouching behind a police car. Beyond, an officer was attempting to negotiate with a band of robbers holding hostages in the bank.
"They've been 'negotiating' for over half an hour! Peak comedy hour over here. I wanted to step in with a friend." Jules smiled.
"Alright, time to go." Nova stood. "I brought the water with me." He pointed a thumb at the sphere.
"Oooh, saved on summoning time! Awesome!" Jules patted Nova's back, standing with him.
"How many robbers we got?" Nova raised an eyebrow.
"I counted six!" Jules nodded.
"Aaaaaaalrighty, then!" Nova grinned.
"Showtime!" Jules sucked in all the air he could, then held his breath, giving Nova the thumbs up.
The moment Jules held his nose, everything froze: the flickering police lights, the feedback from the megaphone the negotiator used, the traffic at the street's end, the steam from the McDonalds customers' takeout across the street...
Jules held up his free hand with the three centermost fingers, counting down the time Nova had left.
Nova formed his hands as if he were shaping a snowball, splitting the water sphere in two. He ascended the bank steps, levitating the halved water sphere along with him.
At the landing, he saw one robber holding a gun to a hostage's head. A quick glance inside confirmed Jules's criminal count: six. He hummed the Shrek version of I Need a Hero as he pulled the hostage away from the robber, splitting his water sphere into six smaller spheres. Meanwhile, the halved sphere he'd left floating ten feet in the air evaporated.
Jules lowered one finger. Two minutes left, Nova!
Nova levitated one water sphere onto the first robber, freezing his torso in a thin, rectangular block of ice. "Good luck walking that way." He chuckled, gently turning his gun upwards before prying his fingers off it. He set it down on the floor by the robber's feet, before heading inside.
"Freeze, police!" Nova laughed. One by one, they were secured in thin blocks of ice. "Heh heh, ice to see you! Ohoho, lookin' pretty cool over there, Robber Number Three! Heyyy, Number Four - have an ice day! Number five - icy come, icy go. There'll be no 'Get Out of Ice Free' card for you Number Six!"
"Pah!" Jules released his breath as he walked inside, finally letting out his laughter. "Icy what you did there!"
"It'll be smooth hailing for the cops now." Nova chuckled.
"Supernova! Hamilton! Stand Down!" The 'negotiator' ordered.
"Eeeeeeeeh, quiet, you. We just saved the day." Nova waved the negotiator's words off as he descended the steps.
"If we hadn't come by, all hail would've broken loose." Jules chuckled, following Nova out. "Have an ice day, guys!" He waved to the officers as he held his breath again.
"I already used 'have an ice day' inside." Nova grinned. "You've gotta pick another one, now, or all hail will break loose! Heheh, an ice pun for an ice pun."
"Pah!" Jules released his breath, and the cops looked around in confusion.
They heard one of them curse, "Damn it, not again!"
"Oh, gimme a minute, lemme get this!" Jules flipped open his phone - a golden pocket watch flip phone - with an apologetic expression. "Ayo?"
Nova gestured that he'd be right back, making for the McDonalds.

Nova held up two soft serves in one hand, and two medium-sized fries in another. "Best of McDonalds, brought to you by Supernova."
Jules met Nova's gaze with another apologetic expression. "Sooooo, I just got a call from Miranda - I forgot I already made plans over a week ago to spend the day with my little nephew for his birthday! We're gonna have to raincheck these soft serves!"
"It's all cool, Jules." Nova smiled at the ice pun. He knew better not to insist Jules take the other soft serve, since he'd probably drop it in the taxi over. "Have a great time with your nephew.
"Thanks, Nova! Hopefully I can be available tomorrow so we can pick up right where we left off!" Jules put his hands together. "Anyways, have a good night!"
"You, too, Jules!" Nova lifted the hand holding the soft serves, since he couldn't wave. He felt a vibration in his pocket as he watched Jules jog to the next street to catch a cab. Chuckling softly, he looked down at his hands, full of food. He turned to the outdoor diners at McDonalds, and held up his food. "Anyone want free ice cream?"
"Supernova! Supernova!" A kid stood from his seat, ignoring his mother's words to stay seated. The kid ran around his table, down the ramp, and up to Nova. "Is it really you?"
"Yup yup! Just saved the day at that bank over there." Nova pointed a thumb to the bank behind him. "My friend Hamilton stopped time while I used my water to freeze the robbers! You'll be able to watch it on the news tomorrow." He smiled warmly. "Right now, I've got to take a call from another superhero! Could you help me tackle these?" He nodded to the food in his hands.
"That'd be awesome!" The kid reached out and took everything.
Nova laughed as he watched the kid run off. "Shoulda been more specific, but who cares?" He licked the melted ice cream that'd trickled down off his hand before he answered his phone. "Best Buy, how may I help you?"
"Finally someone answered, mannnn...I need some help over here!" Athena replied, barely coherent through the shaky connection. "I'm in New York, Sector 7, I need a ton of help with some civilians in a snowstorm. They're all over the place like ants, under a blanket of snow - and I don't have any sugar. One of them is freakin' missing and we can't find her anywhere! I'd be able to help if I could see through this sh!t!"
"Athena, I can't get there in time! Even if I hijacked a plane-" Nova began.
"Get North out of her fundraiser bullsh!t! She f!cking blocked my number." Athena insisted.
"On it." Nova nodded, hanging up. He dialed North's number, and waited for her to pick up.
"Nova you better have a damn good reason for calling me in the middle of a speech!" North nagged.
"Athena needs help, and if you help me help her, I'll owe you one!" Nova offered.
"I'm there!" North smiled, changing her tone immediately. Nova heard her muffle the phone as she yelled, "Alastair, take over for me!"
Two Seconds Later
"You called?" North grinned, standing behind Nova with her hands behind her back. It almost made her look innocent.
Nova turned around. "New York, Sector 7. Let's go."
"I'll forgive you bossing me around for that favor." North smiled, grabbing Nova's hands. "Aaaaaaaand one, two, three!"
During the next ten minutes, they zoomed through thousands of city buildings, residential districts, and a few street performances, until they stopped in the center of Central Park.
"Athena," North hollered into her popcorn box flip phone, "Where can I find you?"
"I'm north-west of Sector 7's border, search for a ski resort." Athena replied.

"You were bordering Sector 6 on the north-east. It would've been easier to find you if you'd just given us the name of-" North nagged.
"Hey hey, I'm not one of your employees. Cool it." Athena waved her off. "What'd it take you, an extra two seconds?"
North glared, opening her mouth to argue before Nova interjected.
"-Can you fly around and find that girl, now?" Nova gave Athena a look that said, 'Don't press North'.
"Sure." Athena huffed, crouching to fly off with extra force.
Snow splattered on North's black dress, and she clenched her fists, but stayed silent. All for the favor. All for the favor. An unlimited favor from Nova. Rule free! I can do this. Stay chill, stay chill. Heheh, chill. The edges of her lips turned upwards just a bit. Gabriel would've gotten the credit for calming the blizzard down if they hadn't stepped in. I'd much rather deal with Athena's inflated ego than Gabriel's. Speaking of which... "That was you, earlier, wasn't it?" She shot Nova an accusatory glance.
"I have no idea what you mean!" Nova's whistled like a cartoon character avoiding a confrontation.
North's glance turned into a glare, and for a moment, the two had a staredown.
Nova's excitement betrayed him as he burst out laughing. "Gabriel wet himself on stage! It was hilarious! He stole my stories, you know, I can't just let that happen!" He smirked.
"True. I'd feel the same way if someone tried to steal one of my recipes by changing a few ingredients to try and circumvent the patent." North nodded, folding her arms. "I finally got my attorney to get his thumb out of his @$$ on that one. Almost had him fired, but I found my zen and finished the court case, first." She smiled proudly.
"Congrats, North-" Nova began.
"-Guys!" Athena flew back over. "You've gotta some see this!"
"You know, you really should avoid saying that." Nova joked. "It's such a cliché line."
North grabbed Nova's hands, eager to finish up here. "Which way?"
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