...We're in Philly. Cheesesteaks or GET OUT.
…You're headed to Chicago. You'd be grabbing some deep-dish pizza.
Yes, but our character is a native of Brockton Bay where it was traditional for people her age to go for burgers at a place like Fugly Bob's.
With her, Clockblocker, Vista, and Glory Girl, it would be in-character to suggest greasy burgers. I'm not so sure about Miss Militia as she did not grow up in Brockton Bay. Tim, Kurt, and Lacy probably would be the same.
For everybody else, who is a native of Philly, you would be correct.
Look upon what you have wrought.
In no way serious(like I actually have to say it) Omake:
Taylor was in a pissy mood.
I just wanted to go out, blow up Coil and maybe get a bite to eat. Do I get that? Nooooo. I get these weird acid bombs going off in my face. Honestly, fuck Bakuda.
Taylor flew up to get some damn visual on the field. Vista was space warping everything and having a grand time putting her shinny new cannon to use. Cailleach was doing her ice thing, looking pretty goo-
No! Bad Taylor! Circus was off... somewhere. Probably punching Coil in the dick cause she said they had history and that he totally deserved it cause he's a dick anyway.
Oh and than there was Bakuda laughing like a lunatic in the middle of the wreck that used to be Coil's weird Bond Villain Base. No clue if she was trying to kill Taylor & Co., herself or even Coil cause apparently he was a dick to her too. Wouldn't be surprised if he was.
Screw it! I'm just gonna blast her!
Just as Taylor was about to rain hell and fire down on the Mad Bomber's head, some dude with a staff came out from fucking no where and banished her to the Shadow Realm.
What the shit?
With no more crazy Tinker to fight the battlefield just halted. Taylor touched down to ground and stared at the other cape.
The guy was Tall. Taller than Taylor tall. His brimmed wizard hat upped his height by 6 inches. It was big hat. Wearing a long duster with some basic jeans. If it wasn't for the large wooden staff
(Storm is way cooler), hat and being able to fly you would never think they guy was a cape.
"Did this guy steal my schick?" Taylor didn't know if she should be offended or flattered.
Cailleach slided up to Taylor's side. "Calamity? That's Myrddin. You stole his."
What the fuck?
"Uh hello ladies! If it's not to rude, could you answer why your destroying a piece of my fine city?" the magic theme copier asked.
Before Taylor could
challenge him to a duel for copyright pick a fight, Vista bounced up front. She knew Myrddin and his weakness. Miss Militia complained about it all the time. That the guy's a sucker for a damsel in distress.
"There was creepy guy named Coil who's been stalking Calamity Witch since Brockton Bay. Apparently he has a thing about forcing young girls into joining him and drugging them up in his fetish dungeon." Catching on to Vista's angle Taylor, Cailleach and Circus, who at some point arrived with a couple of particularity strung out looking girls, proceeded to look righteously victimized.
Myriddin face shifted to rage on their behalf.
"Well if that the case, how about I handle escorting him to custody? Don't worry about the bureaucracy, I got this. You ladies just go get something to eat and try not to let a guy like that ruin your night."
Hook, line and sinker.
"Where can we get some burgers around here?" Taylor and Vista having grown up in the only godforsaken town to house the greasy death that is Fugly Bob's Burgers were feeling nostalgic for home.
"The fuck what? No we're getting cheesesteaks." Cailleach, who was born and raised a Philly girl could not, and would not fathom the idea of going for anything less than God-tier cheesy goodness.
"How bout we just get some sushi?" Circus, who really just wanted some lemon dipped raw fish and seaweed, uselessly interjected.
"Whoa, hold on just a minute!" The girls turned to look at Myrddin, who for some reason decided that he had an opinion. "Since you're in Chicago, why not get some pizza? No where else can you get Chicago style pizza done right?''
The girls maintained eye contact and communicated via telepathy known only to women kind.
"Yeah. Pizza sound good."
At the end of the night everyone decided that deep dish pizza was some good shit.
End.
God someone end me. I hate myself.
