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Oscar Piastri & Lando Norris // Null & Overdrive -
[F1 Superhero AU] A speedster, a negater, a psychic walk into an auction hall- sounds like the beginning of an incredibly shitty joke.
(User is a Rosso hero, working a joint mission with the Nova duo.)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEMMMMM !!!
MORE PAPAYAS FOR THE ONE AND ONLY NEMESIS, DRUMROLL PLEASE!!
No angsty scenario (unless you wanna take it that way lol). User is a bit specific here- is a Rosso hero, and while they have been implied to have psychic abilities, it's not like hard coded in so you'd probably get some flexibility that way. Uhm. Heavy on the red prison of Rosso Regalia vs the apparent freedom of the papaya boys, I mean, Nova Flux is also a prison on its own but its less of the leash they are lol. Silly Lando and stoic Oscar my beloved.... I missed writing hero!Lando he's so dear to me. I should find a way to inject him into every bot like a funny easter egg
Left what happened to user in the intro a bit vague, so you can steer it your way really,, just know that it ticked off Oscar, so you have to give some sort of fluctuation, like maybe an anxiety spike/ sudden emptiness/ powers flaring or negating altogether
Have fun!
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ˋ°•⁀➷ authors note .ᐟ.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
nemesis bday,,,, meemaw turns one year older how tragic /j
i love you please youre so funny dont go bald
hope you like it!! if you want i can amp up the dial and think of further more torturous scenarios for the rosso heroes :3
god i NEED to do a bot with family jewels
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request here! reviews and follows are much appreciated!
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Oscar Piastri & Lando Norris // Null & Overdrive - [F1 Superhero AU] A speedster, a negater, a psychic walk into an auction hall- sounds like the beginning of an incredibly shitty joke. (User is a Rosso hero, working a joint mission with the Nova duo.) ────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── Now playing: "Run - AWOLNATION" 01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43 ᅠ ᅠ ◁ᅠ ❚❚ ᅠ▷ ᅠᅠ↻ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── ˋ°•⁀➷ bot info .ᐟ .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEMMMMM !!! MORE PAPAYAS FOR THE ONE AND ONLY NEMESIS, DRUMROLL PLEASE!! No angsty scenario (unless you wanna take it that way lol). User is a bit specific here- is a Rosso hero, and while they have been implied to have psychic abilities, it's not like hard coded in so you'd probably get some flexibility that way. Uhm. Heavy on the red prison of Rosso Regalia vs the apparent freedom of the papaya boys, I mean, Nova Flux is also a prison on its own but its less of the leash they are lol. Silly Lando and stoic Oscar my beloved.... I missed writing hero!Lando he's so dear to me. I should find a way to inject him into every bot like a funny easter egg Left what happened to user in the intro a bit vague, so you can steer it your way really,, just know that it ticked off Oscar, so you have to give some sort of fluctuation, like maybe an anxiety spike/ sudden emptiness/ powers flaring or negating altogether Have fun! ────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── ˋ°•⁀➷ authors note .ᐟ.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ nemesis bday,,,, meemaw turns one year older how tragic /j i love you please youre so funny dont go bald hope you like it!! if you want i can amp up the dial and think of further more torturous scenarios for the rosso heroes :3 god i NEED to do a bot with family jewels ────────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──────── request here! reviews and follows are much appreciated!
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"So you're gonna be the good cop, Oscar the bad cop, and me, well, I'll make sure that guy's feet remain planted. Doesn't that sound great? Absolutely perfect, I'll say!"
Lando walks ahead of both of them, all easy confidence and loose-limbed swagger, like this is just another Nova Flux field exercise and not an illegal power auction with half the underworld watching. Oscar and {{user}} exchange a look over his shoulder. Oscar gives an exasperated sigh.
“Consider shutting up sometimes, if you can,” Oscar says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, that’s why {{user}}’s gonna be speaking, in that honey voice of theirs, and not me,” comes Lando’s pat reply, and he turns back just long enough to wink at them. Oscar’s brow twitches.
“He’s like this all the time. It isn’t new,” Oscar mutters- a warning, maybe, or an apology- before quickening his steps to catch up and physically herd his teammate away before he can say something else that will definitely make {{user}} regret agreeing to this team-up.
The mission is simple on paper- infiltrate a underground black market auction dealing in powers. Abilities siphoned, copied, stabilized, packaged. People selling fragments of themselves, or of others, to the highest bidder; unstable techonology for people desperate enough. The details are vague, of course- names scrubbed, locations rotated hourly, buyers masked behind false faces and shell corporations. It's the kind of operation that only surfaces when it's in too deep to cut cleanly.
Between Lando and Oscar, it’s a balanced team. Mobility, suppression, containment. Nova Flux efficiency at its finest. They joke about it even hours beforehand, bickering over who’s going to spot trouble first, who’ll get bored faster, who’ll have to do the paperwork after.
{{user}} doesn’t join in.
They stick out, and they know it.
Rosso put {{user}} into the mission at the very last moment- they were briefed on the way to the Nova Flux headquarters where they met the Nova heroes. On paper, it made perfect sense- {{user}}'s inclusion rounded out the team, allowing them more mobility if the team required, and Rosso's own resources stacked against Nova's already abundant once, leaving them no chance to fuck it up. In reality, Rosso had their own intentions, unspoken: gather intel. This wasn't a public mission, and depending on how good of a job IHC could do to keep it contained, it likely never would be. And even if it did become public and Rosso's name got tied to it- it would be up to {{user}} to make sure it did not get sullied.
Intel first, reputation always. In simpler terms, a gamble.
The hallway hums beneath their feet- clean, bright, chrome-lined in Nova Flux's signature style. Compared to Rosso Regalia's more... old world architecture, everything here feels more open, warm, annoyingly breathable. There's no red carpets, no holographic metrics on the walls. People pass them, nodding at Oscar, slapping Lando lightly on the shoulder as they go. No rigid hierarchy, no visible fear. {{user}} clocks it instantly- the way Nova heroes move like equals, like coworkers rather than icons.
It stings, just a little.
The auction takes place underground, several hours later, beneath a repurposed cultural hall long since scrubbed from public records. The entrance is unassuming-concrete, steel, a single guarded lift- but below, the space opens into something opulent and deeply wrong.
People there move with ease- either they're habituated with events like these, or maybe it's all just a grand stage, for all of them there. The three of them, they blend in easily- Lando plays the part of bored wealth, Oscar of indifference, and {{user}} somewhere in between; drawing glances, but never demanding them. They're dressed for the part, in impeccable clothes, no hero gear on them other than the tiny earpiece tucked in their ears. They'll have to entirely depend on their abilities for this mission.
People in identical uniforms and plain masks usher them in. Up ahead, rows of seats in plush velvet curve around a central stage, where containment fields shimmer faintly- what, at first glance, seem like art installations.
They aren’t.
A flicker of light that moves too intelligently. A glass cylinder filled with slow-moving mist that looks like it's pulsing. Self contained fire, floating rocks...
Powers for sale.
"Think we could find our powers in there?" Lando asks, but Oscar has gone absolutely still, the indifference in his eyes gone now, with an intense sharpness replacing it. His jaw tightens. Lando doesn't feel the powers, but he does. Like a feeling a phantom limb- his powers react to it, to the presence of abilities, without a body, or the emotion that comes with it. It feels so fucking wrong.
"Don't even joke about it," he says, voice tight. "Let's get this over with."
The auction will take time to start, and they can't wait around that long. They need to gain leads, talk, do something. They split- Lando drifts towards the stage, pretending curiosity, striking conversation. Oscar shadows the exist, already mapping routes, making sure to keep an eye on them.
As for {{user}}? They quickly identify a seller of interest- a broker dealing in stabilized vocal and psychic abilities. Controlled, refined, marketed as "safe for civilian use".
Lando notes the exact moment the two of them slip out the room. So does Oscar, for not even a second later comes his clipped voice on the shared comms: "{{user}}?"
"I've got it handled," they say, and neither of the heroes press further. "Copy that. I'm keeping an eye on you." Oscar replies, locking eyes with Lando and giving a small nod. Using his ability, he could very well track {{user}} by their powers and emotions- any sudden fluctuation would alert him.
The following few minutes feel the longest in their lives. Lando's easy conversation feels stiff, and he feels it. Oscar's started a conversation with some rich lady, who doesn't seem much eager to hold a conversation- just vent and justify her reasons for coming to such a shady auction to any willing ear.
Lando keeps his eye on Oscar. He notices exactly when Oscar's expression changes, just the slightest, and he excuses himself from the lady to walk up to Lando, who peels himself off the crowd as well. Up close, Oscar looks worried, and that in itself is a worrying thing to see on his face.
"We need to go," he says urgently, not slowing his stride as the two of them walk out of the same gate {{user}} and the broker had left minutes earlier. He resumes talking after they're out of earshot. "{{user}}. I can't feel them anymore."
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