So much for secret identity, huh.
Fond of this.
Dash laughed. “They don’t call me The Dash for nothing,” he said before turning his focus to the game. He was determined to win, and there was nothing that would stop him, not even Violet. He was cocky, that much was sure, but he was always like this, especially when it came to racing games.
"You call you ‘The Dash’." Violet smiled, rolling her eyes. She seemed to do that often when she was around her brother. Her focus and attention to detail would pay off here, she was sure. With the small countdown starting in the corner of the screen, she grinned at her brother. "Go!" A tiny voice announced from the console. Violet floored the pedal, her eyes focusing on the screen in front of her.
As the two of them walked side by side down the crowded street, Wilbur’s eyes were frantic, his gaze moving from face to face of civilians as they passed by, over to a random dog that barked from the fire hydrant its owner had secured him to, to the large skyscrapers that towered over the both of them. Had people known where exactly he was from, he was sure they would find it rather strange for a boy of the future to be so in awe of a city that was far behind in the times of his own hometown. But, Wilbur loved it. This was the time where his dad had come from, where it all started, and he put himself back into the shoes of Lewis, his eager and intelligent mind looking at every single bit of the world around him, coming up with new things to help advance the things that surrounded his world. Transportation, robots, all of it. All of the grand and miraculous things that resided in Todayland were all thought up and expanded from a city just like this one, and that’s what Wilbur loved about it most of all. So he continued to take it all in as Violet spoke, his pace right in step with hers as they journeyed through the infamous city.
His focus was only broken when she addressed him again, Wilbur’s head turning to look over at her as he was asked the question that always seemed to be delivered to him whenever he went time traveling. Where are you from? It was a seemingly simple question, but in Wilbur’s circumstance, it was an incredibly complicated one. It wasn’t like he could say, “Oh, I’m from here, just about thirty years into the future.” That wouldn’t at all go over well, and his father would ground him for life if he told someone about the time machine. The space time continuum was definitely a difficult thing to get around, and the last thing Wilbur wanted to do was almost break it again. Being erased from history and not existing was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. So, rubbing the back of his neck, he gave the same answer he gave to anyone when he was asked that question. “Canada,” he nodded his head, his foot kicking at a pebble that had sat in the middle of the sidewalk, the small stone rolling off and tumbling from the curb. “My family and I live in Canada. Maybe about an hour or two from… Ontario,” he nodded, trying to think of the correct names of cities and towns from this day and age. “I’ve been traveling a lot since I got into college, though. So that explains why I’m here!” he smiled, nodding his head with his usual enthusiasm. “We don’t have a whole ton of Supers where I’m from, and I’ve always really been into them since I was a kid, y’know? Batman, Frozone, those guys… To know they were all in hiding and them came back with a vengeance? How could I pass that up?” he smiled, proud that he knew about his superhero history.
As they walked, Wilbur found himself to be hypnotized yet again by her. Instead of her eyes this time, however, it was her hair. It was long and shiny, almost like the kind you would see in those shampoo commercials. He noticed that she seemed to play with it a lot, too, and whenever her fingers ran through it, the light reflected off it in a way that made it look almost like a subtle dark blue. He was fighting the urge to reach out and touch it, to see if it really felt as soft as it looked when Violet’s words broke him from his trance, Wilbur looking up to see the famous City Hall building that she pointed to. “Woah!” he nearly exclaimed, his eyes gazing upward at the structure as his feet seemed to carry him faster towards it, his excitement growing all the more. He had seen this building in countless pictures from the past, and he couldn’t help but feel like he had stepped into a comic book, a place filled with wonderment, heroics, and the like. Wilbur was the son of a certified genius and, although he was a smart kid in his own right, he had a sense of pride in knowing a lot about Superhero history, the ones in Metroville being the most prominent.
Looking up at the building as he stood beside Violet, Wilbur painted a picture of all the events she had described. Supers having grand fights here, speeches that had been made, and the one prime event that had, really, brought all heroes back into the limelight. “Omnidroid,” he corrected her, his gaze still focused on City Hall has he spoke. “His robot was called an Omnidroid. Interesting story Syndrome has,” he nodded his head, finally turning back to look at her, proud smile on his lips. Had he known that Syndrome was a touchy subject with the girl who stood beside him, Wilbur would have never brought it up. But, since she had been so kind in giving him a tour, he thought it was only fair for him to bring up his own bit of Heroic knowledge. “Kid is obsessed with Supers. He gets denied in being able to work with them,” he began to explain, using his hands for emphasis, “And then he goes on this.. Mad rage and starts building weapons and makes billions of dollars without government knowledge. He lures Supers to test his weapons on them, and then comes to Metroville with this whole plot that he’s some new Superhero and can destroy the robot that he himself set on the town. It’s so crazy!” he huffed, throwing his arms into the air, still not at all understanding the method behind Syndrome’s madness.
“The Incredibles thought they stopped him. But he survived, right?” he asked, already knowing the answer, his eyes moving from City Hall to scan the towering buildings, his eyes immediately catching sight of the SyndroCorp skyscraper. “How he got away with that, I’ll never understand. But you live here.. So you probably know all about that story.. Heh…” he shrugged, turning his gaze to look back at her, Wilbur figuring he should focus more on happier topics instead of the destruction that had once come to the city.
“Do you have any favorite heroes?” he asked her, honestly curious what she thought. She lived in the city, so whether she appreciated, or loathed, the Supers that resided there, he wasn’t sure. “The Incredibles are probably at the top of everyone’s list, huh? What’s cooler than a crime fighting family, am I right?” he chuckled lightly.
Violet listened to him discuss his family, and where they were from. She nodded along, hands tucked into her pockets. There was an enthusiasm in his tone she hadn’t heard before, though it may have just been because of the superheros. There were so many people around the spot, all totting cameras and pulling stupid poses. She watched with a bemused smile, her arms tightly crossed over her chest. As he corrected her about the name of the Omnidroid, she felt a faint shiver down her back. Fear. Her expression paled as he discussed the ‘interesting’ story behind the droids, and behind Syndrome. It was interesting to hear his take on the situation, though she couldn’t really offer much in the way of confirmation. She had far too much knowledge on the situation, all biased and personal. It was sort of cute, watching him act out the scenario like he was born to. She wondered how many times he had read the comics that accompanied that story, or if he’d just gone by the autobiographies. Violet would never adjust to being ‘famous’. She wasn’t famous, her superhero side was; a conscious other side of her personality, one where all her confidence and personal victories stemmed from. Her work in costume had shaped her into the young woman she was today.
Then the pinnacle of the story, the part she knew was coming. ‘Who are your favourite heroes?’ and ‘What do you think about the Incredibles?’. Violet no longer froze up when people spoke about it, but still had no idea what to say when they were mentioned. She had even less idea of what to say when people started specifically making comments to Violet about her own achievements and her costume choices. That had been a big focus of the media, when Edna had insisted a new design onto her for her eighteenth birthday. There had been an invitation sent to her, promising a birthday surprise. Never one to question her ‘aunt’ Edna, she arrived to find a rather mature costume, at least when it was compared to her previous one. It was darker, more ‘modern’ according to Edna. It was then she realized she hadn’t said much in the way of anything to Wil, who was surely going to notice her silence. “Oh, y’know. I’ve sort of grown up around it; I’m used to the heroes thing.” She shrugged. “Like I said, my dad was a big fan. He got me into comics when I was little.” Almost a lie; her father had given her comics as a child, and she had read them, but that wasn’t where her knowledge came from. Violet smiled at Wil, arms still crossed tight.
“I’m betting your favourite hero is Frozone or Mr. Incredible, right?” Violet smiled, eyebrow raised at him. Those were the most common answers she got. Occasionally someone would say Mrs. Incredible, or Elastigirl (depending on how traditional they were). And other times, her or her brother. She was always surprised when people would say she was their favourite, with a giant well of pride almost surfacing. Then again, if someone had snarky comments about her, or her family, she always had to hold back a force field. It was then she took a seat on the park bench, gazing over the water before looking back to Wil. “Sucks there aren’t any supers out right now. You travelled all this way and they don’t even show.” Violet folded her hands together, her elbow set on the bench’s back. At least the quiet was soothing.
The quiet, the peaceful – the soft rumble beneath the cement, small ripples forming into light waves. Violet sat up straighter, cursing her hero luck. Of course she would say how quiet it was, only to summon a crazy villain. Violet peered out over the water, spotting a woman in a shimmering cowl with a matching cape. She sighed, burying her face in the crook of her elbow.
“I am Hydroia! I have given you too many chances to change your ways, Metroville! So focused on your televisions and mobile phones! I have come to free you of your plastic prisons!”
“Why couldn’t you just be The Underminer.”
Hydroia wasn’t so much dangerous as she was annoying. She followed traditional greek myths, with a focus on flooding the city. She wanted to ‘start’ civilization anew, and wash away the sins of technology and blah, blah, blah. Violet had long since pointed out to the woman she was using technology to try and get rid of technology. It was a losing battle. Violet glanced to Wil, not wanting to outright ditch the boy. Maybe another hero would be around to deal with this crazy.