- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
I'm just glad the mercenaries are sensible enough to run, though I have to wonder if Coil is even still alive at this point. I'd imagine he'd have left the base during her lunch.
Spiders, Depression, and Acid Falls (Worm/Bionicle)
- Location
- Russia
You know, I genuinely snickered at this chapter, almost wishing I was giggly enough to go into a full cackle. Taylor just casually taking down Coil in an utterly relaxed way, without caring about pretty much anything, and then taking a break to eat the Cafeteria before actually dealing with him is utterly, absolutely hilarious.
- Location
- USA
Unless she caught a body double, she had Coil in telekinetic lockdown since she strolled into the base.
- Location
- Tied to my chair
Even if it is a tad anticlimactic, I am always a fan of when the enemies know their place on the food chain. When She-Who-Eats-Endbringers decides your house is now her house. You do your best to cope, as you would with any other force of nature deciding to ruin your day.
Alex Prior
We are Many
- Location
- A charming, foreign port
So I just read a nice normal episode of House Hunting. Nice, another breather!
...wonder when's the Coil fight?
...wonder when's the Coil fight?
- Location
- West Coast
Well written, but it feels aimless. The entire sequence that led her to coil feels contrived, out of the blue... And there are so many worse actors in this world it seems odd that he would specifically draw her ire.
Yes, I have a guess he simulated something against her, but there should be no lack of thinkers currently planning against her either.
Yes, I have a guess he simulated something against her, but there should be no lack of thinkers currently planning against her either.
- Location
- Russia
Also, Energized Protodermis is literally liquified Deus Ex Machina. You can't really have it and have it not fuck with you because Destiny.
LostArchivist
Sane, unfortunately.
- Location
- The State of Confusion
Well, that's unique. A little worried about the possible new mental guest who apparently told her about Coil (hey, if any of us were paying attention I'm sure we'd notice...), but isn't everyone. I wonder what will happen when Lisa finds out? I can't wait. It should be fun. For us.
She might get a wonderful Thinker headache, though.
She might get a wonderful Thinker headache, though.
Alastor
The radio demon (unverified)
- Location
- Why in the hell would i tell you this
- Pronouns
- he/him/his
Dont worry, it's probably just the energized protodermis giving her a swift kick and telling her to fufill her destinyWell, that's unique. A little worried about the possible new mental guest who apparently told her about Coil (hey, if any of us were paying attention I'm sure we'd notice...), but isn't everyone. I wonder what will happen when Lisa finds out? I can't wait. It should be fun. For us.
She might get a wonderful Thinker headache, though.
- Location
- America
So Taylor is a made of plot device, railroading, GM,
Alastor
The radio demon (unverified)
- Location
- Why in the hell would i tell you this
- Pronouns
- he/him/his
well not exactly, It's what changed her, and is dwelling within her
it isn't really part of her
Chapter 22
Jsyrin
Cyber Bitch Extraordinaire
- Location
- California
Bleh, this chapter really fought me...
Chapter 22
"Okay so. We now have, in addition to the some billion or so dollars gifted by the UN for killing the Simurgh, another six hundred million dollars-ish spread across five bank accounts, about fifty-ish mercenaries on hire as various staff and base defenses, some actual on hire staff, more weapons than I'd ever know what to do with in the armory, an entire fleet of various vehicles ranging from armored cars all the way to a 2005 Honda Civic, the base codes for the entire lair, a bunch of blackmail material and leverage over several politicians, lots more stuff related to running a secret supervillain conspiracy thing… And also Coil's last solitaire game. Which… um…" Taylor paused as she stared at the screen, trying to make heads or tails of the game. "How do you even play Solitaire anyway?"
"I don't fucking know. It looks boring and terrible anyway so who cares?"
"Yeah, you're probably right." Taylor slumped down into the plush leather chair that used to be Coil's, the man left a gibbering wreck on the floor with his power drained away by her shadows and hunger, while she summarily took over his holdings and all his endeavors one by one. "... We should probably call the Protectorate about this… I don't know how they'd react to me taking over a supervillain lair but putting Coil behind bars is probably something best done with actual help from the actual authorities who know the actual procedures for this kind of thing."
"Perhaps. It would be best to see justice done, instead of leaving him drooling all over the nice clean carpets."
"... We could eat him," Taylor murmured, blinking slowly as the rather obvious thought filled her mind, not even realizing what she was saying until after she'd said it. "Just swallow him up into our shadows and make him vanish."
"... That sounds like something I would have suggested when I was still alive," Gorast muttered, immediately exercising her control and bringing Coil's phone over to Taylor with a burst of telekinesis. "So by and large it's an awful idea because when I was still alive I was a horrible bitch without any morality or form of mercy. Now call the Protectorate before any more of my memories start spurring intrusive thoughts in your idiot brain."
"I'm pretty sure I only have you to blame for that," Taylor sighed quietly as she dialed Armsmaster's number, grumbling to herself as she began explaining that she'd maybe kinda sorta stormed into a notorious supervillain's base, took over said base, completely took control of said villain's entire operation and shut down everything, stole said villain's assets, reduced said villain to a gibbering, powerless wreck, and then also co-opted part of said villain's mercenary army into being an on-base rotating security staff and/or maintenance crew.
Maybe.
Kinda.
Sorta.
Hypothetically.
So could he pretty please prepare a cell for Coil so she could just drop him in, please and thank you?
Armsmaster sighed as Toa hung up before he could even really ask when the hell she had found Coil's base in the first place and why the hell she couldn't have notified the PRT earlier, then rubbed his forehead and winced as a random spike of pain flashed through his skull, accompanied by a street address depicting a parking garage somewhere a few miles from the PRT HQ building as well as an unlocked panel in an elevator hiding a secret button.
Armsmaster groaned quietly to himself, filling out an automatic request form and logging Holding Cell 6 as being soon to be occupied by the villain Coil, watching the cameras in said cell until said villain popped out of a shadow mere minutes later and onto the bed inside the cell with an unceremonious thump and what looked like a puddle of drool.
Okay. Good. That was one thing settled. Now…
"This is Armsmaster," he spoke calmly, pressing the button connecting his workbench intercom to Miss Militia's office two floors up and six doors down. "I'm submitting myself for Master/Stranger confinement due to abnormal psychic contact with the parahuman known as Toa. Most likely benign, but until further tests prove that true, I'll be unavailable until I'm cleared for duty. While I'm unavailable, follow up with Toa at the address I'll be sending you."
".... Copy that…?"
Miss Militia raised her eyebrow as Armsmaster cut the call seconds later, a text alert pinging on her work phone with an address that she recognized- the parking garage across the street from one of the smaller malls in the downtown area, right outside the financial section of the city. About five miles from the PRT HQ building, six miles south of City Hall. About a half hour drive from the Rig if traffic was good.
With a shrug, Miss Militia stood and headed down to the Rig's garage, pulling on her motorcycle leathers as she walked out of her office, quickly speed walking down the halls and down the elevator, grabbing a spare helmet from the locker beside the door in the garage and activating the switch to extend the hard light bridge before revving the engine of her motorcycle and roaring out across the bridge.
>*<
"Oh, Miss Militia's here!" Taylor blinked and looked up as a touch of something swept across her mind and drew her attention away from the massive pool she'd carved into one of the larger, empty storage bays- it'd once held a bunch of spare office supplies, but she'd moved those off into different parts of the base. Idly, she wondered why Coil had a single three story tall storage depot in his base instead of having more storage closets scattered around, but she figured that maybe it was for vehicle storage and then just never got finished or connected to the surface. Or… something.
Anyway.
Point was, she'd carved a massive, perfectly circular pool into the middle of the storage bay and dumped all the weapons she'd confiscated into it and… uh.
Taylor blinked as she stared at the shimmering, glowing liquid that filled the pool now. She wasn't really sure when she'd spaced out but she knew somehow that she'd spaced out for the better part of about twenty minutes after flooding the pool with weak, diluted acid. So…
Hm.
".... You know, I'm starting to think that I should be concerned about the fact that I keep spacing out," Taylor muttered to herself, crossing her arms and sitting down at the edge of the pool, knowing full well that if she'd dipped any part of her body into it there was a larger than average chance that she would die a horrible, agonizing death even with the same stuff already filling her body. Energized Protodermis was, as Gorast's memories of the stuff revealed, quite the bitch to deal with.
Granted, she was full of the stuff now and she wasn't dead yet so…?
Taylor shrugged and huffed quietly, quickly teleporting up to what she was more or less calling the "public" entrance of her new lair, waiting patiently for the elevator to descend. Moments later, the doors slid open with a quiet ding, revealing the form of Miss Militia, who seemed both quite surprised by the fact that there actually was a secret base hidden under a parking garage and that Taylor was actually standing there.
"Welcome!" Taylor waved and put on a smile, forcing it a little bit due to the fact that she hadn't really smiled in front of another person in what seemed like ages, bouncing a bit as she tried to put on more of a personable, energetic face than she normally did. "I was kind of expecting Armsmaster but uh… Hm. Right. So um… Do you wanna go to the office? Get some coffee first? Oh, we could do this in the cafeteria if that's okay with you?"
"I think…" Miss Militia murmured as she looked around, pursing her lips slightly behind her bandana as she took in the various mercenaries scattered about the main foyer- most of them lounging around on various folding chairs or playing cards, some of them looking her way but otherwise mostly just content to stay out of the way of their new boss. "Yes, coffee would be nice. Thank you."
Chapter 22
"Okay so. We now have, in addition to the some billion or so dollars gifted by the UN for killing the Simurgh, another six hundred million dollars-ish spread across five bank accounts, about fifty-ish mercenaries on hire as various staff and base defenses, some actual on hire staff, more weapons than I'd ever know what to do with in the armory, an entire fleet of various vehicles ranging from armored cars all the way to a 2005 Honda Civic, the base codes for the entire lair, a bunch of blackmail material and leverage over several politicians, lots more stuff related to running a secret supervillain conspiracy thing… And also Coil's last solitaire game. Which… um…" Taylor paused as she stared at the screen, trying to make heads or tails of the game. "How do you even play Solitaire anyway?"
"I don't fucking know. It looks boring and terrible anyway so who cares?"
"Yeah, you're probably right." Taylor slumped down into the plush leather chair that used to be Coil's, the man left a gibbering wreck on the floor with his power drained away by her shadows and hunger, while she summarily took over his holdings and all his endeavors one by one. "... We should probably call the Protectorate about this… I don't know how they'd react to me taking over a supervillain lair but putting Coil behind bars is probably something best done with actual help from the actual authorities who know the actual procedures for this kind of thing."
"Perhaps. It would be best to see justice done, instead of leaving him drooling all over the nice clean carpets."
"... We could eat him," Taylor murmured, blinking slowly as the rather obvious thought filled her mind, not even realizing what she was saying until after she'd said it. "Just swallow him up into our shadows and make him vanish."
"... That sounds like something I would have suggested when I was still alive," Gorast muttered, immediately exercising her control and bringing Coil's phone over to Taylor with a burst of telekinesis. "So by and large it's an awful idea because when I was still alive I was a horrible bitch without any morality or form of mercy. Now call the Protectorate before any more of my memories start spurring intrusive thoughts in your idiot brain."
"I'm pretty sure I only have you to blame for that," Taylor sighed quietly as she dialed Armsmaster's number, grumbling to herself as she began explaining that she'd maybe kinda sorta stormed into a notorious supervillain's base, took over said base, completely took control of said villain's entire operation and shut down everything, stole said villain's assets, reduced said villain to a gibbering, powerless wreck, and then also co-opted part of said villain's mercenary army into being an on-base rotating security staff and/or maintenance crew.
Maybe.
Kinda.
Sorta.
Hypothetically.
So could he pretty please prepare a cell for Coil so she could just drop him in, please and thank you?
Armsmaster sighed as Toa hung up before he could even really ask when the hell she had found Coil's base in the first place and why the hell she couldn't have notified the PRT earlier, then rubbed his forehead and winced as a random spike of pain flashed through his skull, accompanied by a street address depicting a parking garage somewhere a few miles from the PRT HQ building as well as an unlocked panel in an elevator hiding a secret button.
Armsmaster groaned quietly to himself, filling out an automatic request form and logging Holding Cell 6 as being soon to be occupied by the villain Coil, watching the cameras in said cell until said villain popped out of a shadow mere minutes later and onto the bed inside the cell with an unceremonious thump and what looked like a puddle of drool.
Okay. Good. That was one thing settled. Now…
"This is Armsmaster," he spoke calmly, pressing the button connecting his workbench intercom to Miss Militia's office two floors up and six doors down. "I'm submitting myself for Master/Stranger confinement due to abnormal psychic contact with the parahuman known as Toa. Most likely benign, but until further tests prove that true, I'll be unavailable until I'm cleared for duty. While I'm unavailable, follow up with Toa at the address I'll be sending you."
".... Copy that…?"
Miss Militia raised her eyebrow as Armsmaster cut the call seconds later, a text alert pinging on her work phone with an address that she recognized- the parking garage across the street from one of the smaller malls in the downtown area, right outside the financial section of the city. About five miles from the PRT HQ building, six miles south of City Hall. About a half hour drive from the Rig if traffic was good.
With a shrug, Miss Militia stood and headed down to the Rig's garage, pulling on her motorcycle leathers as she walked out of her office, quickly speed walking down the halls and down the elevator, grabbing a spare helmet from the locker beside the door in the garage and activating the switch to extend the hard light bridge before revving the engine of her motorcycle and roaring out across the bridge.
>*<
"Oh, Miss Militia's here!" Taylor blinked and looked up as a touch of something swept across her mind and drew her attention away from the massive pool she'd carved into one of the larger, empty storage bays- it'd once held a bunch of spare office supplies, but she'd moved those off into different parts of the base. Idly, she wondered why Coil had a single three story tall storage depot in his base instead of having more storage closets scattered around, but she figured that maybe it was for vehicle storage and then just never got finished or connected to the surface. Or… something.
Anyway.
Point was, she'd carved a massive, perfectly circular pool into the middle of the storage bay and dumped all the weapons she'd confiscated into it and… uh.
Taylor blinked as she stared at the shimmering, glowing liquid that filled the pool now. She wasn't really sure when she'd spaced out but she knew somehow that she'd spaced out for the better part of about twenty minutes after flooding the pool with weak, diluted acid. So…
Hm.
".... You know, I'm starting to think that I should be concerned about the fact that I keep spacing out," Taylor muttered to herself, crossing her arms and sitting down at the edge of the pool, knowing full well that if she'd dipped any part of her body into it there was a larger than average chance that she would die a horrible, agonizing death even with the same stuff already filling her body. Energized Protodermis was, as Gorast's memories of the stuff revealed, quite the bitch to deal with.
Granted, she was full of the stuff now and she wasn't dead yet so…?
Taylor shrugged and huffed quietly, quickly teleporting up to what she was more or less calling the "public" entrance of her new lair, waiting patiently for the elevator to descend. Moments later, the doors slid open with a quiet ding, revealing the form of Miss Militia, who seemed both quite surprised by the fact that there actually was a secret base hidden under a parking garage and that Taylor was actually standing there.
"Welcome!" Taylor waved and put on a smile, forcing it a little bit due to the fact that she hadn't really smiled in front of another person in what seemed like ages, bouncing a bit as she tried to put on more of a personable, energetic face than she normally did. "I was kind of expecting Armsmaster but uh… Hm. Right. So um… Do you wanna go to the office? Get some coffee first? Oh, we could do this in the cafeteria if that's okay with you?"
"I think…" Miss Militia murmured as she looked around, pursing her lips slightly behind her bandana as she took in the various mercenaries scattered about the main foyer- most of them lounging around on various folding chairs or playing cards, some of them looking her way but otherwise mostly just content to stay out of the way of their new boss. "Yes, coffee would be nice. Thank you."
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
It'll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Energized protodermis is harmless
Alastor
The radio demon (unverified)
- Location
- Why in the hell would i tell you this
- Pronouns
- he/him/his
A stone rat scurried across the tunnel floor. It paused for an instant at the sight of the Toa, then darted around them and right into the pool. There was a horrible hissing sound. The small creature struggled to free itself from the liquid, but the protodermis clung to it like a second skin. Then the rat spasmed, smoke rising from its body. Before the horrified eyes of the Toa, the small creature dissolved, leaving no trace it had ever been there.
This stuff is sentient enough to cling to what it destroys
This stuff is sentient enough to cling to what it destroys
- Location
- USA
But how does one order takeout without giving an address?GODDAMNIT TAYLOR! What part of secret lair don't you understand?
It's a secret in that killing everyone you come across makes you stealthy. That is to say that Taylor's so scary that it's irrelevant if anyone with any hostile intentions towards Taylor knows where the base is.GODDAMNIT TAYLOR! What part of secret lair don't you understand?
Alastor
The radio demon (unverified)
- Location
- Why in the hell would i tell you this
- Pronouns
- he/him/his
remember, it takes protosteel or similar to pierce makuta armor, and Taylor also has Nuva armor on top of that, plus the 42 rahkshi powers at her disposal
and toa are usually resistant to their own power (acid)
and toa are usually resistant to their own power (acid)
GamingPizza1998
(Verified Pizza) (Verified Cape) (Verified Case53)
- Location
- Earth
When it comes to earth Bet that could be considered an improvement.
Yes I'm sure everyone is just lining up to attack Taylor, the chick who went Toe To Toe with an Endbringer and Ate it. So yeah she could put a giant neon sign with her Face on it and it's just likely to be attack as before anyone knew where it was.GODDAMNIT TAYLOR! What part of secret lair don't you understand?