963.Fleck
“Don’t they think you’re at the Mewstone?”
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‘Heroes’ for Hire incorrect quotes
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Fleck, still learning English terms: What’s sexting?
Hestia: I’m not having this conversation with you.
Blackjack, watching Grav and Overcast from afar: Two bros, chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they’re not gay but they REALLY ARE-
Fixer, talking with a client: I see. And how would-
Bill, bursting in: BA- I mean, BOSS, GRAV BURNT THE WAT- oh.
Fixer:
Bill:
Client:
Fixer: Get out.
Blackjack: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Hestia: Sure!
Hestia: Whats your favorite color?
Blackjack, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?
Grav: Happy to help! I wish I wasn’t, but I am.
Fleck, whispering: What is it?
Tranchuer, also whispering: That, Fleck, is a monster.
Fleck:
Fleck: You don’t know what it is, do you?
Tranchuer: I know what it is, it’s a big smelly monster with sharp claws and gnashing teeth and a terrible childhood, now shut up before it hears us.
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Collateral Damage (‘Heroes’ for Hire)
The mission had been a success. Kind of. Sort of. Not really.
The team, along with some help from a semi-reluctant Canvas, had stopped the psycho with a detonator and delusions of grandeur from blowing up a residential building.
But ten people died in the ensuing fire-fight (quite literally, in Hestia’s case).
Noah — Fleck, if you want to be formal — sat in a puddle on the floor of his room. Fixer, in apparent kindness, had the floors, walls, windows and any screens coated in a special chemical that prevented any and all stains when the German first arrived on the island.
“I have worked with a man similar to you before, Mister Schwartz,” they had said, “and I do not wish for a… repeat performance.” Whatever that meant.
Fleck’s thoughts went from that memory to the ten people. Ten people, names either unknown or withheld for the sake of their families, were accidentally killed during a fight with people stupid enough to work for the aforementioned psycho. And the team didn’t save them.
After returning to the island, Noah had shut himself in his room.
Hestia was in the gym, beating the proverbial snot out of a punching bag, as she always did when she was frustrated.
Blackjack, surprisingly, toned down the jokes. Fleck, for a second, assumed it was because Jack had accidentally killed a civilian, and was promptly disgusted with himself for thinking that way about a teammate.
And Masqué Trancheur? Who knows.
Fleck didn’t care. He just wanted to sit in his room. He didn’t want to talk to Blackjack, Hestia, Fixer, Overcast or Grav, have a one-sided conversation with the aforementioned besuited Frenchperson, and he sure as hell didn’t want to talk to Canvas or Fixer about it. Canvas - Felix - would be supportive, but would also try to turn it into a lecture, while Fixer also would help, but only because they cared about the team’s performance and not their wellbeing.
There was a knock at the door, then heavy footsteps, and finally a person sitting down beside him. Fleck just realized he forgot to lock the door.
Looking up at the newcomer, Fleck would’ve blinked if he had eyelids. Masqué Trancheur. Speak of the devil and they shall appear.
Fleck didn’t say anything, nor did Trancheur, unsurprisingly.
Suddenly, Fleck heard the sound of pen on paper, then saw Trancheur placing a note — more a small letter, than anything — on the wall. Trancheur, for whatever reason, had intelligible handwriting. Noah had always assumed they were illiterate, for whatever reason, or at least couldn’t understand written English.
‘We cannot save everyone, the note read. But what we can do is, for every person we can’t save, we save ten more. Do not blame yourself for not being able to save them. You will grieve. That is natural. That is what their families are doing. That is what Hestia and Blackjack and I are doing, in our own ways. You will be okay.You will manage and you will strive on. You are a good man, Fleck. Do not think otherwise. Call the number on the bottom if you feel the need to.’
On the bottom of the note was a number, presumably the team’s long-suffering therapist.
Trancheur then went to pat Fleck on his shoulder, but paused. Fleck solidified himself enough to feel their hand on his shoulder before they got up and walked out.
Noah would have cried if he had tear ducts.
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if you dunno the who and the what as to what’s going on check out this post
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The ‘Heroes’ for Hire
The ‘Heroes’ for Hire (air quotes not present on any legal documents) are an international group of morally dubious superpowered individuals composed of multiple members, four at the moment, working for a person they know only as Fixer. They are, as you can tell, essentially mercenaries; Fixer approaches them with a mission — usually given to them by a client through Fixer — they do the mission, whatever it may be, and, if successful, get paid.
[[MORE]]Characters
Main Characters
Noah Schwartz/Fleck: After his power activated for the first time in the Humboldt University of Berlin, twenty-one year old Noah’s body became living black ink, allowing him to shape-shift at the cost of his already terrible self-esteem. After living on his own for a while, Schwartz was approached by Gregg and Mikhail, who directed him to Fixer, who in turn gave him an offer; If he agreed to work on Fixer’s team, they would keep him fed, well-rested, and given plenty of opportunities to get back on his feet. Schwartz, now using the alias Fleck, agreed and currently works as the team’s resident bundle of snark and spy.
Blackjack: Irish amateur magician, professional con-man and team jokester, Blackjack is able to imbue playing cards with different effects depending on the suit and number (Clubs form weapons; Hearts bestow slight enhances to strength, speed, reaction time, etc; Spades summon monsters and animals Jack can control; Diamonds augment Jack’s biology for a short time, giving him claws, wings, horns, scales, among other things). Blackjack’s cards also have sharp edges, allowing him to use them as throwing weapons on their own; Jack can also ‘charge’ his cards with energy, causing them to explode when coming into contact with a solid surface.
Hestia: The team’s no-nonsense pyrokinetic and leader, Hestia, despite her mild anger issues, keeps the team together and makes sure they don’t kill each other (except for that one time). An incredibly skilled pyrokinetic, Hestia is able to make armour and weapons out of the flames. She has better control over natural fires/fires made using organic materials than she does electrical fires.
Masqué Trancheur: Not much is known about the team’s resident brawler, other than they were a founding member, can create bladed weapons out of any materials they’re currently touching, can regenerate, and always wear three-piece suits and a featureless, black hard plastic mask covering their entire head.
Side Characters
Fixer: Clad in a black and purple suit with matching gauntlets and helmet and their past long since behind them, Fixer is the team’s enigmatic, neat-freak perfectionist employer and benefactor. They are able to change anything into anything by simply touching it.
Gregg/Overcast: One of Fixer’s many bodyguards and liaisons, Overcast is usually seen with Grav and can control and drastically change the weather in a large area.
Mikhail/Grav: Another of Fixer’s lackeys, Grav is usually seen working alongside Overcast. Grav’s gauntlets can alter a person or an object’s center of gravity and make them lighter or heavier by touching them.
Bill Becker: Fixer’s accountant. No powers, just really good with numbers. Fixer is weirdly fond of the mousey little man.
Felix/Canvas: Fleck’s hero uncle who’s able to ‘paint’ parts of his body or things he’s touched different colours, giving them different properties. He is not happy with the direction his nephew’s life is going and the people he’s associated with, but is glad Noah is at least trying to do good and is finally holding down a job.
Recurring/Frequently Mentioned Characters
Rebound: Rebound was one of the more recent deaths in the team, with her role as team spy being taken over by Fleck. She was able to cling to and bounce off of any solid object and had enhanced speed and reaction time. Hestia described her as a perpetual hopeless romantic, always flitting from one failed or failing relationship to the next.
General/Random Stuff (can’t think of a better name for this section)
The team will take on any mission so long as: it does not involve assassinating anyone; the client/clients are not politicians, a hostile political organization, dictatorships, etc, etc; it does not purposefully put civilians, team members or actual heroes in harm’s way or at risk of death; or if it is just a waste of time or something menial.
Powers are either naturally occurring and genetic (usually awakening during times of stress or coming of age; Blackjack and Hestia, respectively), based on technology to either grant or heighten/restrict them (Grav and Fixer, respectively) or given to people via experimentation or bioengineering (Masqué Trancheur).
Overcast and Grav are overworked, underpaid and in serious need of a vacation. Bill, however, is not.
The team’s base of operations is a compound on a private island owned by Fixer. The compound’s facilities include: Private quarters for the team + en suites, a living room/social area, a gym, a kitchen, etc, etc.
Blackjack has two main (completely wild and out of pocket) theories about Bill Becker and Fixer’s relationship: either that they’re having an affair, or that Becker is Fixer and that whenever they see Fixer and Becker in the same room, ‘Becker’ is actually a shapeshifter and that’s why Becker seemingly has no powers. He is completely serious about this and flips between theories every other week.
Overcast attempted to recreate the Aurora Borealis which did work for about five seconds before he ended up shutting off the electricity to every building in an 8 kilometer radius — including Fixer’s office. Fixer was, evidently, unamused.
When on missions, Fleck sometimes wears specialized boots and gloves so he can actually put up a fight if he gets caught or if a fight is unavoidable.
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My little and stupid aport so that this fandom doesn’t die
Well I just made this stupid playlist HAHAHAHAHA I’m pretty sure Arthur Fleck would be a Swftie, would loved this beauty blonde and her music and her songs, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be a Evermore Stan, and problably will cry if he knew will never have REP TV
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Reflexion einer gelb gefleckten Schildkröte in den kristallklaren Gewässern eines Bergbachs
Gelb Gefleckte Schildkröte #Schildkröte #Gelb #Wasser #Berg #Natur #Reflexion #Fleck #Klar #Bach #Berg
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it’s 12:47 am here and I just started to think about Arthur Fleck and his life and everything and I’m started to cry so hard
nnnnhhhhggggggf this is so fucking pathetic but I really miss him a lot
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i have doodles for this already actually! they were saving their idiot boyfriend from a vulture harpoon. its hard to tell but it sorta just grazed them, gouging their side open
it hurt, lol
