Hanna looked at the would be robber as her floating hands carried the very healthy groceries behind her. They had protien and good stuff.... probably. They tasted good so clearly they were good for you.

  The logic seemed sound.

  The man was a white wirey man with his lower face covered by a green scarf and his eyes bloodshot. Probably on drugs or maybe it was lack of sleep? Hanna could never tell the difference. All she knew was that people were not soppossed to Rob stores. It was wrong. It was against the rules. It was not okay. So, she politely spoke up.

  "Hey! Guns are for hunting deer not people." She said matter of factly at the man. It was an adage her dad had taught her when he had attempted to teach her gun safety. Most of the lesson she hadn't really remembered, but she did remember that one and told everyone whenever the topic of guns came up.

  "Shut your stupid mouth bitch!!!"

  That was rude. Hanna remembered a second saying of her father's.

  "If someone's rude to you. Fuck them up." She recited and the robber just turned around to look at her. In that same moment she had the hands drop off her groceries neatly on the ground before they all swarmed the man.

  2 grabbed his legs. 2 grabbed the arm holding the gun. While the final hand grabbed him by the head. In a matter of seconds he was rendered immobile floating in the air. He let out so many curse words that one might think he was speaking a foreign language made up only of curse words.

  "You stupid retarded whore!!! Let me go!!! Do you know who I am?'

  Hanna for her part simply walked up to him and took off his scarf and looked at his face. She thought he might look a little... nope. Nothing. She did not know this guy. She'd remember someone as ugly as him.

  "I'm autistic not retarded. And no I don't know you. I'd remember someone with such a u...boring face." She told him as If she were just discussing the weather. He just stared blankly. Struggled uselessly against the corporeal hands keeping him restrained before sagging in defeat.

  "Fuck you." He almost sobbed out.

  "No. You're not my type." Hanna decided she should be less rude. He should at least know why she wasn't interested.

  "Your tall but it just makes you look a human noodle. Your hair is greasy. Your forehead is covered in pimples Your rude. You tried to Rob a store. And your too lazy to actually wear a proper mask. Plus you stink." She rattled off various things about him that made him unattractive to her while the man eventually broke down into sobs.

  Now she felt bad...

  "Uhhhh don't cry? I'm sure there's girls.... or guys... you might have an easier chance with guys....not much of a chance."

  Her attempts at placating the helpless would be robber had not been successful and the man almost jumped into the police car as it finally made its appearance and Hanna allowed him to go free once the cops assured her they had it all in hand.

  Robbery averted she orderd her hands to pick up the groceries as she had them set down on the counter. Crises or not there was nothing in the world more important then soda and honeybuns. Oh, and video games. Homework was somewhere at the very bottom of the list.

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  Mister Dreys was the owner of the little gas station that sat almost right next to the student housing. He was an older man with a handle bar mustache and a balding head. His normally kind and gentle eyes were replaced with wide ones that practically screamed a mix of horror and increduality. An expression that was completely lost on Hanna.

  "Hello Mister Dreys, how is your day going?" Hanna asked her usually greeting. It was simple and polite. Mister Dreys didn't really respond and it was starting to annoy Hanna.

  She asked him how his day was. He was supposed to say that it was good and then she good pay for her groceries. Instead he just kept staring at her. Did she have something on her face? Should she smile? Did she do something wrong?

  A million different thoughts began to go through her head. Over analyzing the quite.

  "Uh, you can just take this. It is on house." The man said after a solid minute or two. His voice heavy with a thick Russian accent and he just smiled and awkward smile at her. Hanna for her part thanked him and immediately walked off with her free groceries thanking him as she practically ran for the door.

  She needed to get out fast before he changed his mind. Free groceries meant she had more. More money meant more games. Ergo run as fast you can before Mister Dreys changed his mind.

  Once she was solidly on campus grounds she slowed down. The campus was a large area. With various buildings each for different circulates all designed with a theme in mind. The school had even been built by a Merchant. Merchants were Empowerds who chose to use their powers for finical gain rather then become a hero or villain.

  Their were buildings designed to look like brains with little bits of electric coming off of various "nerves" on the roof. That was were things like cyber security, computer programing, engineering, and other tech related classes were held.

  Near it sat what looked like an ever expanding skyscraper were achetecture and it's relevant courses were held.

  Finally their was a building that looked like a museum with over hundred statues each a well known super hero. It was were Hannas courses were held. Empowered studies. The Edward's college was known for its comprehensive courses and it's Empowered studies course was the best in the world. If it weren't for her father's friends helping her she wouldn't even be able to afford to take the course.

  The student housing was less impressive. Being a large selection of tasteful apartments made with brick and "protected" by iron fences. She quickly made her way to her apartment.

  She ordered her hands to grab the blanket from her bed while she got to work setting up the Ps8. It was a small device. And outdated. Every year Pwaystation put out a new system. The result of having no less then 5 merchant engineer's at work. The ps8 was 5 generations lower.

  Still it could play elden souls online. Firm softwares only successful attempt at an mmo. Mainly because it had a single player mode. No one really played the multi-player mode. It was filled to the brim with live service bullshit. The single player mode could be played offline, so no bullshit.

  She our the hands on what she called cleaning mode. Apparently if she gave them an order they would continue to full full that order automatically which was useful. Especially since the trash can was soooo far and she was fighting a really difficult boss. She just didn't have the time to pick up after herself.

  "Aaarrrggg fucking fuck you!!!! Why do you get 2!? How the hell is that fair? There shouldn't be 2!!!!!" She screamed feeling the anger welling up inside. She really did try to calm down but the act of trying to calm down only made the anger worse. 5 minutes later she sighed as she looked over the remains of what had once been a controller.

  "I need to stop playing elden souls." She said outloud as she grabbed another controller and began playing elden souls once more.

  It was right when she was about to deal the final attack on Rebeca the queen of rot. A boss that had 2 phases. 2 copies of herself. And could heal by attacking the character. A fight that had taken 3 whole days to get this close when her door was caved in. This caused her to miss a dodge and she just sat frozen as her character died.

  A large hulking figure loomed in the wreckage of her door. 8 feet of pure undiluted muscle looked angrily at Hanna. She turned towards the picture of calm.

  "You made my character die." She said coldly.

  "You got my brother arrested bitch." He said in a growled.

  "YOU MADE ME LOOSE AGAINST REBECA!!!" She yelled.

  She was going to fuck up this intruder. She swore it on her soul.