notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
Well, I combined the universes by taking all the parahumans, and making them mages. Protectorate heroes become technocrats, indie heroes become normal mages, and villains become mauraders/nephrandi/ascension warriors. There's more to it than that, but that's the main idea.(the "must know their real name" paradigm limitation for sympathetic magic is really useful in a superhero universe, because it means all the superheroes are unknowingly protecting themselves with their costumed names. And New Wave are idiots who've compromised that defence.)
That actually just comes down to normal paradigm limitations. Adding a new sphere is a... not inconsiderable step, when there are easier ways to limit the range of Corr via paradigms and what you have to actually do to get the sym-link.
Part of the reason that I want to make a new sphere is that I'm doing several new spheres, partly inspired by the (revised storytellers handbook?) where they have an example Fire sphere, which has increased access to the fire parts of Forces in exchange for not having anything else. I'm already doing a 'bugs' sphere, and I've been tossing around ideas for some others.
Worm Interlude 18 said:The boy gave them wary looks as he stood from the armchair and crossed the length of their hotel room. Dorothy had laid out a veritable feast: bacon, eggs, english muffins, toast, french toast, a bowl of strawberries, a bowl of blueberries, and a bowl of fruit salad. There was orange juice and pots of both coffee and tea. She was just setting down a plate of bacon, leaving barely enough room for anyone's plates.
It would have been too much for eight people to eat, but she didn't seem to realize that. She smiled as Justin ushered Theo to the table and sat down. Her clothes were more fit for a job interview than for a fugitive, with a knee-length dress, heels, earrings and makeup. Geoff, like his wife, was too well dressed for the occasion, wearing a button-up shirt beneath a tan blazer, his hair oiled and combed back neatly.
They can't act, Justin thought. They follow their routines like bad actors following a script. A housewife preparing a meal for her family, the husband at the table.
He'd known that the pair started every day with the same routine, like clockwork. Wake, don bathrobe, and collect a newspaper. Geoff would step into the shower as Dorothy stepped out, and she would be done grooming by the time he was through. Once they were both dressed, they'd head to the kitchen, and Geoff would read the paper while Dorothy cooked.
But always, the details would be off. Things any ordinary person would take for granted were forgotten or exaggerated. Dorothy inevitably prepared too much, because it washarder for her to consider how hungry everyone was and adjust accordingly. Only two days ago, Justin had noted that Geoff would take a few minutes to read the front page of the paper, turn the page, and stop.
Now he couldn't help but notice. It was the same thing every day. For the twenty or thirty minutes it took Dorothy to put everything together and set it on the table, Geoff would stare at the second and third pages of the newspaper.
Justin had asked about the headlines and the articles. Geoff never remembered, because he wasn't reading. He could read, but he didn't. He spent nearly forty minutes in total, every day, like clockwork, doing little more than staring into space, pretending to read.
Put the paper away, it's time to eat, Justin thought. Yes dear. Mmm. Smells delicious.
"Put the paper away, it's time to eat," Dorothy said. She was holding the coffee pot, stepped behind Geoff, putting a hand on his shoulder, and bent down to kiss him on the top of his head. Automatic, without affection.
"Yes, dear. " Geoff said, smiling up at his wife. "Mmm. Smells delicious."
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