Why? Wouldn't it be the young, fit Arnold? Seven time Mister Olympia? Conan the Barbarian? The Terminator? Commando? The Predator? I would understand if we're talking about old, grey, flabby Arnold, because that is not nearly as aesthetically pleasing.As long as I don't have to see him do a costume change.
If we're going that way, Shipgirl Fletcher!Taylor shot him at pretty much point blank with a 6" naval gun, splattering him into a literal fine mist; the only identifiable piece the poor bastards who had to clean up did find was his arm. Later on she shoots up Leviathan (and entire buildings) with a 48" shotgun.
Moon Beating Escalation?
Let's not involve anyone connected to the Greek god of drunkenness and debauchery. No idea why someone thought it was a good idea to put an underage girl in that glorified frat boy's service.
... Because if anything Taylor is a bit old, traditionally, to be joining the faith worshiping that particular Chthonic Deity. After all, people generally started joining the cults of the various Greek Gods at a fairly young age by modern standards, including the Mystery Cult of the Underworld God of Madness and Intoxication...
Thanks. Binged it, and found it hilarious without being actual crack, if one disregards the teenage drunkenness and the lack of official response to it.
Back in the day, I left off HatS to wait until it gets past the part that seemed to be taking too bloody long to resolve (the series of near-identical dates), but after several accidental misclicks into the thread I'd completely lost where I stopped so I have no idea where to continue, and as it's one of those fics that are a severe undertaking when it comes to rereading it completely...
And I'm sure High Priestess Taylor approves of your binging. It is one of the tenets of her faith, after all.
And I'm sure High Priestess Taylor approves of your binging. It is one of the tenets of her faith, after all.
I am reminded of a snippet with a somewhat frazzled and crazed Chris (KidWin) who was dimension hopping and had developed Tay-phobia. He noted the most benign/normal Taylor he came across was essentially Big Sister. Though, really, I suspect he was blowing things out of proportion. After all, the Taylor in that reality simply had this quaint little book she carried around like a combination security blanket/priceless treasure. Oh, and she was about to meet the wards. All of them. Including Sophia. Perfectly safe, sane and reasonable Taylor. Absolutely harmless.
