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This place was anything but happier shifted to a somber, open field where the Guardians of the Globe funeral was held, a quiet place lined with rows of chairs under a gray sky.
Mourners filled the space, heroes, civilians, all dressed in black, their faces heavy with grief. The new Guardians team stood among them, a fresh but untested crew in the shadow of the fallen.
Gojo was there, blending in with the crowd, dressed sharper than usual: black pants, a black coat, a crisp white shirt underneath, his signature sunglasses still perched on his nose.
He stood next to Monster Girl, hands in his pockets, watching the ceremony with a neutral expression, though his mind wandered, Heavy stuff man.
Omni-Man took the podium, his red-and-white suit swapped for a black one, bandages hidden beneath. His speech was long, full of fire and promises, honoring the Guardians, upholding justice, carrying their legacy forward. It was all blah blah to Gojo, who tuned out the rhetoric, catching only snippets of Omni-Man's booming voice.
He glancing at Mark nearby, who looked torn between somewhat sad or maybe some other things in life.
When the funeral wrapped, the crowd began to disperse, heads bowed, voices low. The grim mood clung like damp air, and Gojo, never one for gloom, decided to shake it off. He turned to the team, clapping his hands with a grin.
"Alright, enough of this dreary stuff, who's up for some sweets for a New team party? I know a killer dessert spot nearby. Best ice cream sundaes in town, my treat."
Robot shook his head, muttering something about GDA paperwork and debriefs sk he can't come with them, but well what even he would do there as he can't eat or drink anything so, and peeled off with Bulletproof saying that he had some matters to take care of and Black Samson, who was still glaring at Gojo like he owed him a fight outright walk away from gojo, the guardians were once his friend so he was still under grief it seems and not wanting to talk to some immature child with an adult body.
But the girls, Dupli-Kate, Atom Eve, Shrinking Rae, and Monster Girl, all perked up, exchanging quick looks. "I'm in," Eve said, her voice soft but eager to ditch the heavy vibe.
Dupli-Kate nodded, shrugging. "Sure, why not? Could use a sugar rush."
Rae giggled a little and accepted. "Ice cream sounds amazing!"
Monster Girl, surprisingly, was the loudest, nudging Gojo with a grin. ", better be as good as you say… otherwise…."
Gojo raised an eyebrow at Monster Girl, amused. They'd hit it off after his big speech tearing into Samson a Yesterday, not planned, just one of those random connections.
Something about her sharp wit in a kid-sized body clicked with his own mix of grown-up power and childish antics.
They weren't the same, her humor was dry, his was flashy, but they shared a vibe, like two weird puzzle pieces fitting together.
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The scene cut to a cozy dessert restaurant, all warm lights and colorful booths, the smell of sugar and coffee filling the air.
Gojo sat at a big round table with Monster Girl, Atom Eve, Shrinking Rae, and Dupli-Kate, menus spread out, ice cream sundaes and milkshakes already piling up.
Gojo dug into a towering sundae, chocolate, whipped cream, sprinkles, while the girls laughed and swapped stories.
Someone had once told Gojo that friends matter, and looking around, he got it. He was an adult with a kid's heart, cracking jokes and slurping ice cream like it was a game.
Monster Girl, stuck in her childlike body but sharp as any grown-up, matched his energy in her own way.
They were opposites, him loud and showy, her clever and biting, but it worked, like a duo nobody saw coming.
Monster Girl leaned back, sipping a strawberry shake, and started sharing a story that had Rae giggling before she even got going.
"So, I was on this date once, right?" she said, her small voice carrying a big laugh.
"Nice guy, we're at this fancy restaurant, just eating pasta, when the cops roll up. They see me, y'know, looking like a kid, and him, all grown-up, and they think he's some creep! Next thing I know, they're hauling him off, calling him a pedo, and I'm trying to explain, 'No, I'm an adult, it's fine!'" She shook her head, smirking.
"Took a whole day to clear it up at the station. They let him go, but poof, he ghosted me. Didn't pick up my calls, just vanished. Guess he couldn't handle the drama."
'What else could he have done…?!' Gojo thought while eating icecream.
Rae snorted, nearly choking on her milkshake, while Eve laughed, covering her mouth. "That's awful!" Eve said, but her eyes sparkled, the funeral's weight lifting. Dupli-Kate grinned, leaning in.
"Did you ever track him down? I'd have sent a clone to scare him." Monster Girl shrugged, popping a cherry in her mouth.
"Nah, not worth it. Plenty of fish, y'know?" Gojo chuckled, pointing his spoon at her.
"And don't worry girl… I know someone is out there just for you. So don't be so disheartened."
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The cozy dessert restaurant was alive with chatter and the clink of spoons as Gojo and the girls, Atom Eve, Monster Girl, Shrinking Rae, and Dupli-Kate, dug into their ice cream sundaes, laughing over stories and shaking off the funeral's heavy mood.
Gojo was halfway through a massive chocolate sundae, grinning as Monster Girl wrapped up her wild dating tale, when a faint pop cut through the noise.
Cecil Stedman materialized right by their table, suit crisp but face twisted with irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?!" he barked, zeroing in on Gojo, who didn't even flinch, still scooping ice cream.
"And you, Gojo, why aren't you picking up your damn phone? You're in the Guardians of the Globe, for fuck's sake! You can't just go silent!"
The restaurant went quiet, heads turning from nearby tables. Gojo, unfazed, took another slow bite of his sundae, savoring the chocolate before swallowing.
He leaned back, spoon dangling in his hand, and sighed like Cecil was just a minor annoyance.
"Ahh, well… to explain this in a long story," he started, voice lazy but with that playful edge. "So, today I joined this Discord server, some random group called PR or whatever, just for kicks, y'know, passing time. And holy crap, what did I find? They're all chatting about political nonsense and weird stuff, and there's this one user named 'Retard.' Swear to the demon king, I thought it was just a dumb username, but this guy? Actual weirdo. He starts ranting about his ex, saying he wanted his girlfriend to cheat on him with some ugly dude while he hides in a closet, uh, doing his thing. Disgusting, right? And then, get this, he starts DMing me nonstop, like, 'Hey, you an ugly dude? Wanna hook up with my girlfriend for free?' Dude, you wouldn't believe the flood of messages he sent. So, In a very short atory, my phone's been on Do Not Disturb to dodge that creep."
Eve choked on her milkshake, her face scrunching like she'd bitten a lemon. "Who the hell is this sicko 'Retard' even?" she blurted, voice sharp with disgust. "That's, like, next-level messed up, ugh!" She shuddered, making a grossed-out expression, like she'd just seen something nasty online.
Shrinking Rae, mid-bite of her sundae, dropped her spoon and gaped. "Seriously, who is this guy? How's a total creep like that not banned from this PR server or whatever it's called?" Her voice pitched high, half-horrified, half-curious, as she pushed her bowl away, suddenly not hungry.
Monster Girl made a loud "Ugh!" sound, her kid-sized face twisting in revulsion.
She yanked her phone from her pocket, opened Discord, and deleted the app right there, her fingers moving fast.
"Nope, I'm out, don't need that kind of garbage in my life," she muttered, tossing the phone on the table like it was cursed.
Dupli-Kate, quieter but just as grossed out, shook her head. "That's beyond messed up. Who even thinks like that?" she said, stirring her melting ice cream, her clone popping into existence beside her for a second before vanishing, like her nerves were on edge.
Cecil stood there, arms crossed, staring at Gojo like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His irritation spiked, his voice cutting through the girls' reactions.
"I don't give a damn about some 'Retard' creep on Discord or his twisted fetish nonsense," he snapped, eyes locked on Gojo.
"You're in the Guardians of the Globe, your phone stays on for my calls, always. No excuses, no DND, none of this social media garbage."
Gojo waved a hand, scooping another bite of ice cream like Cecil's shouting was just background noise. "Chill, man, relax," he said, grinning wide. "You could've just called Eve, Monster Girl, or Rae, they're right here, phones probably buzzing. No need to stress." He leaned forward, his tone turning sly.
"And don't worry about that sicko Retard guy, some dark-web associate I know's already digging into him. Once we track him down, I'm gonna beat the crap out of him, just like I did to Rex. Teach him some manners."
Eve snorted, half-laughing, half-appalled. "You're actually gonna hunt this guy down? Over Discord DMs?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gojo shrugged, licking his spoon clean. "Why not? Sounds like fun. Plus, nobody spams me with that kind of trash and walks away." Rae giggled nervously, Monster Girl smirked, and Dupli-Kate just shook her head, muttering,
"You're unreal." Cecil's glare didn't budge, but he exhaled sharply, like he knew arguing with Gojo was a losing game.
Cecil his face harder than before, irritation now mixed with urgency. He didn't sit, didn't soften his tone, just pointed at Gojo, who was mid-bite of his chocolate-drizzled ice cream.
"You done with your little comedy routine?" Cecil snapped, voice low but sharp enough to make nearby diners glance over. "I was calling you for a reason, not to hear about your Discord drama. We've got a problem, now, and you're on the clock, Guardians or not."
Gojo paused, spoon hovering, then lowered it with a slow, unbothered grin. "Alright, alright, what's the big emergency?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, sunglasses glinting under the restaurant's warm lights. Eve and the others went quiet, sensing the shift, their spoons stilled as they watched Cecil.
Cecil crossed his arms, not wasting words. "Some whacko doctor's gone off the rails downtown. Guy's got a mental breakdown or something, and he's strapped with these experimental bracelets, tech that's causing earthquakes every time he flips out. Tremors are hitting wherever he is going, cracking streets, toppling signs. He's not stopping, and it's getting worse." He jabbed a finger at Gojo, then nodded toward Eve.
"If it was this big an emergency you shouldn't have listened to my rant about this weirdo retard. And should have told us sooner."Gojo said in a haughty angry like tone of course it was to make fun of Cecil.
Cecil got a vein bulge on his forehead for just talking to Gojo.
"F-fuuu… 'I can't…' You and Eve, go. She can fly, get there fast. Handle it quick before this nutcase does permanent damage, buildings are shaking, and we're looking at serious casualties if he keeps this up. The current location of him is Mount Rushmore.
Eve straightened, her sundae forgotten, already pushing her chair back. "Got it," she said, voice steady, her pink energy flickering faintly around her hands as she prepped to move.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, scooping one last bite of ice cream before standing, stretching like he was about to jog instead of tackle a crisis.
"Earthquake bracelets, huh? Sounds like girly," he said, smirking, but his tone had a slight edge, game face on, even if he played it cool. He glanced at Eve, nodding.
Monster Girl frowned, leaning forward. "Wait, earthquakes? That's bad, shouldn't we all go?" Rae nodded, her eyes wide. "Yeah, sounds like a big deal." Dupli-Kate chimed in, "I could send clones to help clear people out."
Cecil shook his head. "No, Gojo and Eve are enough. You three stay put, keep your phones on. We don't need a crowd making this messier." His glare flicked to Gojo.
"And you, pick up next time, or I'm dragging you to the GDA myself." With that, he teleported out again, leaving a faint hum in the air.
Gojo chuckled, unfazed, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Grumpy old man," he muttered, then turned to Eve, who was already floating an inch off the ground, her energy glowing brighter.
"Ready when you are," he said, grinning. Eve rolled her eyes but smirked back. "Well… we should better be going fast, Gojo ," she shot back, then zipped toward the door, Gojo sauntering behind her, his casual stride hiding the speed he could unleash.
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A/N: Well what can i say other than this was just a rant, and next chapter qill be soon. So, send some power stone and dont forget to comment. And dropped a review if you can.