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Raguel VS the Self Inserts 5
🕑 Added 2021-12-02 09:00:18 +0000 UTCLet Justice Be Done Omake
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She closed the door to her house, turned the keys and locked it.
The sun wasn't up yet, but like always Taylor Hebert began her jog with a run and didn't drop her pace for any of it till the end.
She went on her usual route, sometimes meeting familiar faces sometimes not.
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By the time Taylor finished circling Queen Elizabeth Park for the tenth time, the sun had risen, the light gentle, and as intense and hot as it could get in summer. Which meant just warm enough to be pleasant.
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Home. Shower. Coffee. Car.
Taylor drives into Goliath Legal Co. and her parking spot was taken again.
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Taylor closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, as the sound of the counter slows down.
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She opens her eyes and doesn't look at the notification box at the corner of her vision. With the practiced discipline of years now, she looks only forward.
Taylor finds another parking spot a bit further away, and walks back to the firm. She looks at her watch and nods. She made good time and arrived early.
"Hebert! Where the hell have you been!? You're late, and where are those files for the Kevins case?" her boss, a middle manager named Richards, shouted the moment she sat in her cubicle chair.
Everyone calls him Dick however, because he was. Taylor would say he was out for her, but he was like that to everyone.
"The files are in the mail room, they should be in your office, when Jon does his rounds. Like usual." Dick opened his mouth. "I would have gave them to you directly, but you told everyone last week to pass everything through the mail room." Taylor didn't bother mentioning how she's not late, as her shift doesn't start till ten and that as a part-time employee, she's not obligated to work overtime.
Dick of course couldn't threaten her salary as she negotiated an iron-clad contract, but he could make her working there a headache.
"Don't get smart with me." He said back, his usual ugly frown deepening. "And don't be late again." He quickly turned and stomped away in a fast walk. "Jon! JON!" He shouted.
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"Good job on not letting him get to you." Said her co-worker and office friend, Sally.
"What crawled up his ass this morning?" Taylor opened up her work computer, entered her account and started reading reports, emails and case files to see which will go to whom, and what notes she needed to add to the recipients.
"Higher ups asking around. Other side's lawyer managed to admit some surprise evidence into court. Ooooh, it's like a movie~." Sally said with some joking excitement.
Taylor rolled her eyes, a small smile coming to her, as she chatting for a while, then focused on her work.
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Work day was over. Taylor gathered her things said goodbye to her co-workers and drove home.
She spend an hour mindlessly watching TV, not really paying attention, till a Mazinger Z anime episode came on. Mindlessly she watched seeing the conflict Kouji and Dr. Hell, before blinking and frowning at her actions.
She turned off the TV annoyed at the reminder that parts of Alex Alberts's personality still robed off on her.
Taylor went and picked up the book, Le Vie d'Arthur, turned to her bookmark, and continued reading. It was one of the interesting changes to this world. The collection of stories written by Thomas Mallory.
Sometimes she wondered if her interest in fantasy books was due to her initial interest that she did have in her past life, or due to the other soul she was reincarnated with in this life, before she crushed that ego from herself.
Taylor was born into this world, not just remembering her past life, but that of a guy named Alex Alberts, who was well, a normal guy. Kinda like a grown up Greg with his interest in anime and games.
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Also a pervert who would masturbate to fictional characters, drawings, smut written about them, like the web serial Worm depicting her, and friends, her life, Earth Bet and all the--
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Taylor closed her book with a snap. She took a deep breath and let it out. She did so again and again till the ticking slowed down to its normal rhythm.
She looked at the time to find it was 9 P.M.
"Good enough."
Taylor turned in to sleep.
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Morning run. Laps around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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Home. Shower. Coffee. Car and drive to work.
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"Hebert!"
"When are the closing arguments for the Kevin case again?"
"Did you hear about Ryan Mitchells?"
"Can I get some coffee?"
"Do you guys want me to get you something while I'm out?"
"Hebert! Dinkins! Where are those emails!"
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"Taylor."
"Taylor."
"Taylor!"
"Hmm? What is it?" Taylor asked, as Sally came into the break room.
"I've been calling for a while, where did your mind go?" Sally smiled as she sat next to her.
"Oh, just...thinking about bills." Taylor said nonchalantly.
"Really, bills? Or Bill?" Sally asked with a mischievous smile, as she gestured to one of their co-worker sitting at his chair.
Taylor chuckle. "No, just normal bills." She shook her head. "No, Bill or any guy at the moment. I'm just...not in the mood for a relationship."
"Hmm? Are you thinking about the Bar exam? By the way, what are you gonna work as after you pass?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Results aren't out yet, Sally."
"Please, your head was always in a book on any break. You'll do fine." Sally waved her hand dismissively, before leaning forward with an excited grin. "So are you gonna leave us to be a big shot lawyer, open your own office." She looked around conspiratorially. "Or get promoted, be Dick's boss and fire him."
Taylor chuckled, which made Sally laugh in turn.
"I'm thinking public defender, but I don't like having someone tell me who to represent, so likely open my own office and work pro bono." said Taylor.
Sally raised an eyebrow. "Really? I didn't take you for the type that wants to be a hero."
Taylor laughed. "No, no not a hero." The words 'tragic hero' came to mind, along with the phrase 'you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain', to which Taylor cursed Alex in her head, and squished that thought. "Not everyone get a fair shot. I guess I want to tip the scales a little bit."
"Wow, inspiring stuff." Sally said back smiling. "Well, I hope--"
"Hebert! Dinkins! Werton! Where the hell are all of you? What do you think you get paid for?" Dick's voice rang out.
Taylor sighed. Looking at her watch she saw their was five minutes on the lunch break left.
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She muttered some swear words under her breath.
"Well, first we need to deal with this villain?" Sally frown, before giving Taylor a shared annoyed look.
Taylor huffed with a smile, and both women got up and back to work.
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"See ya tomorrow!" Sally waved goodbye from the parking lot, as she headed to her car.
Taylor did the same and drove back home.
She had dinner, watched a movie, went and read some available trial cases to see what the defending lawyer did right or wrong.
Her phone gave a small ring.
Picking it up, it was a message from her mom asking if she's coming to visit on St. John's day.
Taylor put the phone back down, and went back to her reading.
Half an hour later, her phone rang again. This time a message from her dad asking if she's coming to visit him on St. John's day.
Taylor put the phone back down, and tried to go back to her reading.
Sometimes she wondered if she was actually in hell, or if she was actually in some matrix-like world where some tinker is keeping her in a coma.
When she was reborn in this world, she had to mentally kill another person to be in control of her personhood and life, and with it she got a lot of useless knowledge but also a lot of context for stuff that happened in her world and her life.
She understood that she reincarnated, according to Alex's anime knowledge, but she couldn't put much stock in that, although to her annoyance, unusual hair color was pretty prevalent in this world.
But it wasn't definitive proof that she want in an anime world, it could just be some odd genetic or cultural quirk of this place.
Her life for the most part started the same as her old one, sans Alex Alberts memories and some personality quirks.
This time she made sure to not to make the same mistakes. She didn't befriend Emma in this life, she didn't go to, well, Winslow wasn't around, but it's equivalent, that she didn't go to.
She excelled in school, skipped grades when she could, studied and did well. She didn't have a lot of friends...or any real ones, really. She had some good acquaintances, and that was mostly it.
Her life wasn't bad and she was, well, mostly content with it. Nothing happened to her, and well, isn't that fine?
Come 20 years old, while she's in mid-college, and her parents divorced.
It wasn't something small and quiet either.
There was a lot of shouting, screaming, her mother had an affair, and her father broke a hand punching a wall.
Lawyers and courts were involved and everything just...
She wondered how she could have missed the signs. Memories from Alex told her her mom was part of Lustrum's gang, which she already knew, but felt like she should be reminded that Annette had joined that gang for a reason.
That part of her mother was always fiery, and that sometimes that fire would burn even those close to her, if she's callous about it.
Her dad's temper was visible like she's never seen in her old life. As if, now that she was an adult he didn't have to hide it anymore.
8 years later and they are still trying to use anything, including her, to get back at each other.
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Taylor stopped. She took a breath, and went to meditate for a while, it didn't help. On her good days the ticking would slow till it was once every five minutes. Right now, her best was every 10 seconds, rather than every one.
Looking at her clock she saw it was 8 P.M. She decided to go to sleep.
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Morning run. Sprints around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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Home. Shower. Coffee. Car and drive to work.
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"Hebert!"
"Did you hear about the animal attacks?"
"Carmen's wedding is coming up."
"Oh wow, congratulations."
"Wait, Carmen was engaged?"
"We won the Kevins trial!"
"Woohoo!"
"Okay, you have your five minutes of celebration, back to work you lazy bums!"
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Work done. Pack up ready to leave.
"Hey, Taylor, wanna head to the bar with me and the guys. Come on, drone workers night out." Sally said in joking mood.
"Sorry, maybe another time." Taylor gave a small smile.
"Alright," Sally accepted without complain. "But seriously, try and live a little, okay Tay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Taylor said as she laughed in good-nature.
Taylor drove home.
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Reaching her house, Taylor parked and turned off the car.
She just sat there looking at nothing and wondering what was she going to do next.
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"Is this it?" She muttered.
Is this what her life would have been like with any of the cape stuff.
The part of her that was Alex immediately pointed out her "Gamer" power. She could almost imagine Alex in a Greg-like fashion crying at her wasting her potential.
Taylor chuckled at that thought.
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She didn't look at the notification box showing her Sin Points. She didn't want to. The counting was much less back when she was younger.
Yet now it was constant. Once per second.
Sometimes more, sometimes less. Usually more than less.
What did it say about her that her Sin, with a capital "S", was Wrath, and that her power was pointing that out every second.
Taylor wanted to live a peaceful life this time. She wanted to live her life right, yet even then it didn't work out.
She was living alone, without any close friends, or even boyfriends or anything. Her parents were divorced, and all she had to look forward to was...what?
Her results from the bar exam and then be a lawyer?
"Fuck, did I become Brandish?" Taylor blinked as the thought went through her head. "No I'm not married with crazy bitches for daughters."
She chuckled at that though, then got out and entered her home.
Taylor did her usual routine. Dinner, TV, reading, sleep.
She had one thought before going to bed.
"Should I get a dog?"
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Morning run. Jog around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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Home. Shower. Coffee. Car and drive to work.
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"Hey, you hear about the attack on Shinnies?"
"Fuck, I got to eat there."
"Hebert!"
"Psst, Sal, you mixed up the court dates in these pages."
"Oh shit, thanks honey!"
"It's fine, it was correct on the front, just fix it before Dick comes back."
"Hebert!"
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Work done. Pack up. Drive home.
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Home. Dinner. TV. Read. Sleep.
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Morning run. Jog around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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Home. Shower. Coffee. Car and drive to work.
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"I'm telling you, it's a bear."
"It's not a bear."
"The claw marks are too big."
"Hebert!"
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Work done. Pack up. Drive home.
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Home. Dinner. TV. Read. Sleep.
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Morning run. Jog around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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"It can't be an animal attack at this point."
"That's what the police is saying."
"I can't believe they still can't catch that mountain lion."
"Dude, I'm telling you, it's not a fucking mountain lion."
"Hebert!"
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Work done. Pack up. Drive home.
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Home. Dinner. TV. Read. Sleep.
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Morning run. Jog around Queen Elizabeth Park. Sun now up.
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Work. Office talk.
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Home. Dinner. TV. Read. Sleep.
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Home. Dinner. TV. Read. Sleep.
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Taylor woke up in bed and looked at the calendar.
It was St. John's day.
She didn't have to go into the office today.
She checked her phone, there were only messages from her parents.
Taylor had nothing to do today, she was free.
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Morning run. Jog around Queen Elizabeth Park.
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Home. Shower.
Her body was moving on autopilot. She was about to make coffee when she stopped.
She didn't have anything to do today, she didn't need it.
Taylor sat down at her kitchen table, tapping on it and wondering what she should do.
Her phone rang out. She looked to see a message from Sally, saying she and a few other people from work were going to the summer carnival.
Taylor considered turning her down, but stopped. She put the phone down and went to make some breakfast.
She ate, she went to grab her mail and saw an envelop for her.
It was her Bar results.
She set it in her room, and went back to living room, turning on the TV while looking at her phone.
Should she go? She didn't really have anything to do. Although she should check out her exam results.
But...
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No, she had no excuse. She really needs to break routine every once in a while.
Taylor sent 'yes', and went to get changed.
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"Holy crap she actually came." Said one of her co-workers, Bill if she recalled.
"You came!" Sally shouted, throwing her hands in the air, before going and giving Taylor a smile.
"Yeah, why the hell not." Taylor huffed with a smile. "Let's go burn some paper wings and what not."
"That's the spirit!" Said Sally.
"You call that spirit." Chuckled another of their co-workers.
The group headed to the Canada Place by the pier, Sally showing everyone's tickets, each getting a paper shaped like wings and a pen to write their wishes in.
Taylor wrote 'For good health and luck' in lieu of having anything to wish for.
One of the small differences between this world and her own, was small things like this. Even if history books show events that are different, yet kind of the small to her world history, with the big different being Scion never showing up, this was a noticeable one.
St. John's day wasn't something she remember celebrating in her old life, or in Alex's life, yet here it's a big thing like St. Patrick's day, or Thanksgiving.
She never bothered to find out the full details, but the long and short of it was about an angel that cut his wings off to give to an evil queen to free some slaves, and when said queen took the wings, they burst into fire and burned her.
Debate on who the angel or the queen weren't settled. Some say the angel was Michael or Uriel, and the queen was Gwenivere or Medb. Answer isn't definitive and Taylor wasn't interested enough to research more.
The festival pretty standard all things considered. Some carnival games, some DJ music with people dancing, jumping up and down, a scary house. Standard stuff she's seen a million times.
Taylor got separate from her group, but she wasn't surprised. She looked around, watching young people get drunk, sing, make poor life choices, or just be happy.
Fuck, do I sound old. She thought to herself.
Eventually after walking around, and not seeing anything that grabbed her--
Wait, was that...? Taylor noticed small shop in the open market selling the Ragnarok book. The official one translated from Old Norse. The account in it was way different than the story from her previous world, or the one from Alex, and she wanted to read it from the text.
[Danger Sense Activated]
Taylor stilled.
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The last time that Skill activated was once when she met a would be mugger. She thought it was an actual threat, but she ended up breaking the poor guy's arm for nothing. All he had was a knife.
She took a break to calm down and look around. Was someone being mugged? Did a fight break out close by?
[Danger Sense Activated]
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...This never happened before. The Skill in quick succession like that before. Like donning on a familiar cape, her mindset settled on acting like Weaver once more.
She didn't have her bugs, but she still had powers, even if she never used them. This time she looked the Sin Points counter.
[Sin Points: 999,982,674]
Huh...Maybe I should spend some of these on something.
Taylor walked around in the middle of crowds trying to see if something or someone was out of place. The [Danger Sense] messages kept popping up, the feel of familiar, almost pleasurable, tension and stress was rising within her.
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This is taking too long.
Taylor opened up her [Shop] and bought the combat danger sense and upgraded it to the max. Then she bought the hunting and tracking abilities and maxed those out.
Looking back at her Sin Points, she didn't make much of a dent.
Her senses expanded in a way that reminded her of when she had her bugs. She felt everyone around her in a half a mile-wide radius. The movement of everything and everyone.
Threat levels based on weapons, malice and power level. Taylor ignored power level because that was just some anime nonsense and people around her were all normal people. Some people had guns, maybe a bit more than expected or legal, but she didn't care about that either.
She looked at malice and nothing much stood out.
No. There was one.
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There was a person that gave off a different feel. Waves of red coming off of them, as it moved between crowds, going further and further into places with less people.
Taylor followed the person into the scary house building. She ignored the props, the mannequin costumes, just stealthy moving toward her target.
Wait, since when am I thinking of them as a target? What if...what if they are just someone in a bad mood?
A horrified scream rang out from the middle of the attraction. Taylor ran toward it. Her senses were giving off something weird. The man she was after didn't seem like a person. She wondered if he got taller somehow.
Wait, what if he was a cape? What if there are capes here after all?
She reached a giant courtyard, and hide behind one of the corners. She had to be smart about this. She didn't have any weapon, nor did she train herself in fighting since coming to this new life. She had a healthy and fit enough body, but that was it.
A woman screamed again, and this time Taylor recognized it.
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Taylor stepped closer still quiet to see Sally on the ground, her chest slashed, blood falling from it. She was still alive, crying, and standing above her was a giant hulking wolf-like Changer.
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It had it's mouth open over Sally's head, then it stopped sniffed the air and slowly turned its head toward her.
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"T...Taylor...R-Run..." Sally croaked.
Then the Wolf Changer did the most curious thing when it realized they knew each other.
It's snout pulled back to show it's blood dripping lips and red colored teeth.
Sally hadn't been its first victim tonight.
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The werewolf was grinning. It was enjoying seeing the misery it was inflicting on it weak prey.
TickTickTickTickTickTickTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK--DING!
[Milestone Reached
Sin Points: 1000,000,000]
It felt like some connected to the back of Taylor's head. A familiar, and dare she say it, comforting presence had returned.
[Shard Gear: Queen Administration Awakened]
Taylor felt all the bug in a five block radius. Her control was back.
[Milestone Gift: Napalm Infusion Unlocked]
And she could set all those bug on fire and explode them.
The werewolf tilted its head, as it gave her a confused look.
The weak human should be prey, but it wasn't looking like a prey at all.
The only thing the supernatural being could see in the woman's face was rage.
And all Taylor could see was red.
Comments
Kioras
No comment from anyone else that Taylor effectively killed the soul of a bystander and then still puts him down continually. Going to be pretty ugly to look at in soul sight.
Silver W. King
Still mentally debating that one. I'm thinking either Xenovia SI, or Atsuko SI equivalent. Part of me wants to go full cliche with someone using the Lust power as you would expect in any normal SI wish fulfillment story, and another wants to the route of someone, who realizes they are in DxD and thinks Lust power is pointless since Issei would win anyways, and they aren't someone special in that world, so they become apathetic, and the thing that eventually pushes them to use the Lust power is to help a friend that gets involved with the Fallen or Devils or something.
Roughstar333
And so, it escalated. Gotta say that you did a good on showing that with enough will power, those seven sins gamer powers could be resisted. Now i am curious of the lust user
