Thank you itz_Karms for the request! Please tell me if you have a request, 80% of the time I'm having a writers block so yeah. Also drug references whatever blah blah blah. It's catnip guys. And we're NOT going to write more Twazii angst it's time for some light stuff!
Anyways. Enjoy itz_Karms and anyone else.
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It was about nine, and Shellington had been sternly told by his girlfriend to sleep. Being the innocent boyfriend he was, the sea otter had suggested the two of them instead watch a movie together. Dashi, being absolutely head over heels for him, had happily agreed and allowed herself to be swept off her feet by how romantic he was again.
Hmph. At least Kwazii and Tweak weren't that sappy.
As such, the lab was empty, and it was time for Kwazii's daily investigation on what the heck Shellington had been up to during the day. He crept into the room, tail twitching in anticipation.
"What are you up to this time Shelly? Slime creatures? Some weird octopus thing?"
Sitting in the petri dish on the lab bench were... bunches of plants. Great.
That was at least in the top ten most boring things Shellington had done, along with spend three hours on a rock shelf measuring temperature, and talking with Paani about water for a whole afternoon.
Wait.
In all of Kwazii's knowledge about mad scientists, whenever they study plants for a prolonged period of time, said plants usually give people superpowers, or mutations or some interesting thing. What if there was an actual reason Shellington had been looking at these things under a microscope for hours?
Kwazii meandered back to the leaves on the dish...
And ate one...
The first thing he did was sneeze. The plant had a pungent minty flavour, and there was something bitter about it too. The second thing he did was laugh. He wasn't really sure why, but the plant had made him feel invincible. Ooh! Maybe he had super powers now!
Wouldn't hurt trying.
Kwazii threw his hands forward and surprisingly, fire came out of them. They didn't break anything, thankfully, or else Shellington would kill him. But still, a pretty kick-ass introduction to his career as a superhero.
Who should he tell first? How about Peso? The sight of Kwazii blowing fire from his claws would certainly would scare the tuxedo off the little penguin.
The now-turned-superhero pirate knocked on the door of the medbay. Peso answered.
"How did you hurt yourself this time, Kwazii?" the penguin sighed.
"I didn't hurt myself. But I wanted to show you something."
"Mm?"
"This," Kwazii said dramatically, with a fiery wave of his paws.
Peso said nothing.
"Am I... am I supposed to be seeing something...?"
"Yes you are!" Kwazii roared in Peso's face, leering down to his level. "Fire! Fire, coming out of my paws!"
"Oh... That fire..." mumbled Peso. "I, um, have a patient to check up on."
Peso closed the door in Kwazii's face. No way to treat a superhero!
Kwazii decided to go down to the launch bay, but for some odd reason his feet gave out, and he ended up on his back, limbs splayed on either side. Odd. One would think a superhero would have masterful control over their limbs.
