F.A.Q.

Before John could even get to asking a single question, he felt something like an explosion right next to him. It was the place Ashthyn had been **** into a barrier by Henrietta. But it wasn't only him showing up. Next to him was a secretary. Okay, John could not say if she was one, but she looked like one on first sight.

Her brown hair was put up in a bun, and the thick black glasses on her nose were sitting deep. Her expression was as bored as only someone who spend their time behind a desk, reading papers could become, but it was her outfit, which was the final giveaway for John. Whereas her black shoes and the clipboard in her hand looked like something a normal secretary would put on, or carry with herself, the rest was like out of a fetish shop. 'Slutty Secretary' or maybe 'Whorish Secretary' even. The skirt ended high enough so John could tell that she did not see any need in putting on panties below it. And that was a feat, considering he was at least 15 feet away from her. The kind of undergarment she did choose to put on was a fishnet pant. On first glance he had only assumed it to be stockings, but they clearly went above the hips, higher even than the skirt did. Her top was the exact opposite of barely covering. It was a full on black leather jacket with only a small flaw. Someone must have forgotten to fill out the parts around her nipples, forcing them to be fully revealed and open to be seen by anyone.

"This is my secretary, I brought her along with me to take care of our privacy as well as remembering me if I give out any incorrect information. She is having a way better memory than me, most of the time. So please, John, you were going to ask something?"

Now was finally his chance. So what was he going to ask? This man obviously had a lot of power, and no matter what John was going to ask, he could already imagine how he would only smile or laugh at him and then make some big gestures about how immature John was for even asking that, while answering it in detail, belittling John with every word. So his first question had to be something to throw him off his stance. Something he wouldn't expect or know how to react to.

"How can I kill you?" John stared into his eyes, smiling superior, convinced to have found a question to fit his needs. Sadly he seemingly had missed by a long shot.

"Oh, this right of the bat? Well, sorry to say this but I don't know. Cutting my throat or stabbing my heart won't work, people already tried that. I am not suicidal enough to try things myself, so I couldn't tell you how to do so if I wanted. But you are welcome to try it out, once you grow up to the challenge." John's smirk became smaller. It could have been worse, after all. Now that the ice was broken without him losing his face, he felt comfortable asking more questions.

"Alright, so let me just go through some things. First: Who are you two? Second: Why do you have to meet me in this safe space, and not just out in the open like a normal person? Third: Why do you even want to meet me? Fourth: How could you break my barrier rules? Fifth: How did you manage to change what I could sense from your power? And at Last: And let me put an emphasis on this one: The fuck is going on here in general?" John had noted that everytime he tried to engage in conversation with these people, he was being cut off or they just kept going, once he let them start, so he decided to do the same. Now that he had asked all his questions, he wouldn't mind if this black guy decided to talk half an hour only to answer all of it.

"Okay then, I believe I may get those answered even without your help, Victoria." He replied, looking at the prostitute/secretary he brought along with him. "Okay, so First, as I said, I am the Hero Maker, and this is my secretary Victoria. If you want to know her any closer, feel free to feel her freely.

Now, second question. I met you here, so we both survive it. I must have forgotten to mention this, but a collective organisation formed by the mightiest guilds of America have decided to put me on their most wanted list. They even put a bounty on my head and ordered all their agents to kill me on sight. Sadly every single magic user in America is technically their agent which means... well, that's why we are here. Oh, but before you worry about me, the antarctica does not have any Guilds, so I am not wanted all around the globe! Only in all civilized continents." He joked about this matter as if it was something you tell your friends on a casual note while beating their ass in Mario Kart 8 Desync Deluxe.

"Third question is even simpler. I want you to join me. Don't worry, I won't be putting a gun to your head now and go like 'join me or I kill you and all you ever loved will burn in the flames of hell'. It's just an offer. Join me, have some fun, become stronger and get your dick sucked in your freetimes by sluts like this one here." With a loud slap he spanked Victorias ass, who once again did not seem to mind. Henrietta in the meantime was walking over to Ashthyn, and the two of them started a whispered conversation. John would have loved to know what they were talking about, but the Hero Makers voice was sadly very loud and energetic, so listening in was impossible.

"Going on, well, I technically never broke your rules. That is all I am going to say. If you want to know how, ask Henrietta, she figured it out. I used the same trick she did to get out of them.

And for your last question, let me sum that up in a simple line: Welcome to the real world, Neo!" He immitated Laurence Fishburne real badly, but the point still came across. As well as the fact that he skipped one question, making sure he wouldn't answer it. John just slowly nodded and considered what he had just heard. Either stay back on his own, or join a lunatic who seemed like he had lost his common sense ages ago.