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a beetle may or may not be inferior to a man
Emil's whole job was fixing problems, if you were to boil it down. He wasn't so egotistical to think he was a end-all-be-all solution, obviously, but heroes were supposed to remedy situations, right? If a bank was being robbed, that was a problem he was obligated to solve. If someone was having a life-threatening dilemma, he fixed it. That's how it worked.
The issue started when the problems became less about saving people or getting the bad guys and more about actually talking to people.
He'd never been good at it. His school days had proved as much, seeing as he'd had little to no friends. People were...complicated. It was easy to predict where a car was being thrown and, in turn, easy to figure out how to stop it. It was more difficult to try and discern what someone was thinking. Wrapping his head around the logic of another person was far too tedious, making the fact his job didn't often require it a relief.
Except for now, where his problem was more or less about one guy.
The cycle went like so. Emil would fight a villain, said villain would get capture, the villain would go to court. The logical conclusion should've been that then, the villain ended up going to jail and all was right in the world, but that rarely came to fruition. Instead, some lawyer would step in and by the end of it, the villain would be loose again. The cycle repeated like so. Apply, rinse, repeat. And at first, Emil had sort of ignored it. He didn't really pay attention to the court proceedings. His job was done by that point, right? Except he started running into the same villains over and over a few too many times and came to the startling realization that hey, wait, they weren't actually staying in jail.
He'd waffled a bit over it, trying to decide whether or not he should do something. Was it even his place to? But then he went back to the fact that his job was to fix problems and, seeing as this was certainly a problem, it was his job to fix this. So, he'd found a little time, found where the lawyer resided, gotten one of those little wine gift basket things, and made his way over.
It couldn't go wrong, really. People loved gifts, right? And it wasn't as if people liked causing problems. Hell, he couldn't imagine enjoying letting villains go free, so surely just talking about it could clear the issue right up. He hadn't exactly talked about this plan with anyone else, instead having one of those moments where he came up with a plan and instantly acted it out. It hadn't worked out perfectly for him before, but it was a new day. He figured there was a first for everything. Besides, he dealt with powerful, violent people on a day to day basis. What was one normal lawyer to that?
That was how he found himself at the door of one Atticus Amherst, knocking at the door politely. When it opened, he put on a bright smile, trying to be as friendly as possible. "Hi! Sorry to bother you, but you're Mr. Amherst, correct?" He already knew the answer, but he was pretty sure it was polite to check. That's what other people had done when coming up to him despite it being obvious who he was.
The issue started when the problems became less about saving people or getting the bad guys and more about actually talking to people.
He'd never been good at it. His school days had proved as much, seeing as he'd had little to no friends. People were...complicated. It was easy to predict where a car was being thrown and, in turn, easy to figure out how to stop it. It was more difficult to try and discern what someone was thinking. Wrapping his head around the logic of another person was far too tedious, making the fact his job didn't often require it a relief.
Except for now, where his problem was more or less about one guy.
The cycle went like so. Emil would fight a villain, said villain would get capture, the villain would go to court. The logical conclusion should've been that then, the villain ended up going to jail and all was right in the world, but that rarely came to fruition. Instead, some lawyer would step in and by the end of it, the villain would be loose again. The cycle repeated like so. Apply, rinse, repeat. And at first, Emil had sort of ignored it. He didn't really pay attention to the court proceedings. His job was done by that point, right? Except he started running into the same villains over and over a few too many times and came to the startling realization that hey, wait, they weren't actually staying in jail.
He'd waffled a bit over it, trying to decide whether or not he should do something. Was it even his place to? But then he went back to the fact that his job was to fix problems and, seeing as this was certainly a problem, it was his job to fix this. So, he'd found a little time, found where the lawyer resided, gotten one of those little wine gift basket things, and made his way over.
It couldn't go wrong, really. People loved gifts, right? And it wasn't as if people liked causing problems. Hell, he couldn't imagine enjoying letting villains go free, so surely just talking about it could clear the issue right up. He hadn't exactly talked about this plan with anyone else, instead having one of those moments where he came up with a plan and instantly acted it out. It hadn't worked out perfectly for him before, but it was a new day. He figured there was a first for everything. Besides, he dealt with powerful, violent people on a day to day basis. What was one normal lawyer to that?
That was how he found himself at the door of one Atticus Amherst, knocking at the door politely. When it opened, he put on a bright smile, trying to be as friendly as possible. "Hi! Sorry to bother you, but you're Mr. Amherst, correct?" He already knew the answer, but he was pretty sure it was polite to check. That's what other people had done when coming up to him despite it being obvious who he was.
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