Or;How I learned to stop worrying and love belly rubs.
Or;Dignity is for the weak.
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Or;Dignity is for the weak.
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A Cat Is Fine Too (Worm CYOA)
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Or;How I learned to stop worrying and love belly rubs.
Or;Dignity is for the weak.
So. Having a bit of writers block when it comes to Momma Ziz, nothing too obstructing but annoying nonetheless. To endeavor a means to overcome this I fall back on my tried and try blockbreaker. Shameless and unapologetic Self Insertion. A guilty pleasure, but one I really don't indulge in often enough.
So enjoy.
The CYOA
As my crack team of imaginary lawyers tell me. The following is a fanbased parody, I don't own Worm or Hellsing/Ultimate, those belong to their respective owners and even If I did own them they'd both probably be a lot more lewd.
But I digress, do the thing! *Clicks*
-oOo-
"Ow." I groan, running a hand across my eyes to rub at the sharp throbbing there. "Did anyone catch the number of the semi that hit me?" Okay, that sounded weird, was I huffing helium before I passed out? I palmed the ground and pushed myself up, an odd sense of lightness coming from the action. Taking a look around I took stock of my situation.
"Okay...It's dark out and I'm in an alley." Still with that strange alto to my voice rather than the baritone I was used to. I stared at the brick wall across from me, my vision far clearer than what I remember it being. I glanced down, taking in my body, which felt...strange...
My breathing became a bit labored as I started to hyperventilate.
I was a fucking squeaker.
Okay... calm down. Using the trash littering the alley I estimated my size to be about 5 feet-ish, the size and definition of my legs putting me in the fourteen or fifteen age range. I held up my hands and arms which confirmed that general assessment.
Alright. I'm in a body roughly half my age, laying in a really, really shitty looking alleyway. What the fuck?
Okay, I'm wearing clothing...small mercies. In the meager light I can make out black shorts, a yellow dress shirt, black knee length socks and a black tie. Hrm... then there were the white gloves and black shoes... why does this look so familiar?
And thats when I saw the red, white and black band around my left arm.
Okay, I'm apparently a Nazi.
A tail flopped into view. I stared at it. It stared at me. It twitched. I felt it twitch. Hesitantly I reached up to the top of my head and found a pair of cat eats sprouting neatly out of my hair.
A cat-boy Nazi.
Fucking Schrodinger. Why the hell am I Schrodinger? Last thing I could remember was sitting in my room browsing the Internet and then falling asleep at my desk. I stood up shakily, digging through my pockets revealed a small wad of cash that came out to a hundred US dollars and a note, a note signed to me.
April 8, 2011
Dear#$&!@% Entertainment.
I know you have plenty of questions that you're probably asking yourself. Quite frankly, I'd be astounded if you didn't have any questions given your circumstances.
To bring you up to speed as they say, I shall now go through a short list of key points.
1.You are my entertainment, full stop. I am finding myself increasingly bored with the multiverse so I have come to the conclusion that I must take matters into my own hands and make my own fun, this is where you come in.
2.You have probably already noted that your body is not as it should be. This is as intended. This will allow you to facilitate your introduction into this world, which leads to-.
3.You are not in Kansas anymore, as they say. Welcome to Brockton Bay! Or, at least, an iteration of it. I stumbled across something you might recognize; A Worm CYOA prompt, particularly the second version. From what I can gather, many individuals consider this version to be inferior or too weak for the endgame of the setting. I have endeavored to prove this assumption wrong, to facilitate this I have already made your selections for you.
4.The build I have gifted you with is below, take a moment to read it over. When you are done, this note shall self-destruct and you will be on your own. So have fun and be sure to make things entertaining for me, okay?
Hugs and kisses.
ROB.
I must have stood there for a good 10 minutes, just staring at the paper. This was real? This was really happening? I pinched myself. Yep, that hurt... huh.
Well as far as ROB's go I'd lucked out and got one that liked turning a setting up on it's head and spanking it's behind. The build given to me was... while not as overpowered as Power manipulator of the original Worm CYOA, it was still fairly hefty with significant ways to munchkin the hell out of it. It would take a little time and I'd need a partner in crime but...
I could work with this.
As the note dropped from my hands the paper caught fire in a brilliant green flame, I took a moment while watching the flame to consider my options. I'd always wanted to be the hero of my own story and now? Now I could actually live it. Granted, I had almost all of the antagonist villains in Brockton Bay as my complication enemies but I felt reasonably comfortable with my ability to take them on.
"Who the hell are you?"
Ah Murphy, I was beginning to wonder why you were running around barefoot.
I turned towards the mouth of the alley and the large, burly, imposing man who stood there with a few goons.
'Pants only, metal poking out of the arms and legs, metal wolf mask. Gonna go out on a limb and say this is Hookwolf. Wonderful...'
Shit..I didn't know how to use my powers. I'd have to learn fast so I searched inward to see if I could find anything relevant to my staying alive. I opened my mouth, keeping them focused on my voice while I started lying my ass off. "Oh vell I am just a fellow brother out for a little stroll." Horrible German accent? Check. Play up the Nazi, in the dim moonlight they can probably see your clothes and armband, let them think you're one of them and hope to God it's dark enough that they can't see your cat features. Just to make it harder to see I laid my ears flat and hid my tail behind me. Just gotta hold em off for a bit more.
Hookwolf approached, staring down at me through his full face mask. "I haven't seen a brat like you around here and this is my turf." His voice was like nails getting spun in a blender and his attitude spoke of violence. Cheerful fellow isn't he?
"Ja? I am a bit new around here myself. I just moved into zhe city und zhought it best to ally myself with zhose who have zhe right ideas and zhe power to make zhose ideals reality." Bullshit, complete and utter bullshit. Just, please, believe that bullshit for now. I prodded a few parts at the back of my head hoping to get a reaction, nada. Ah shit. I kept looking even as Hookwolf grew a bit wary at my response.
"New to the city? Are you a cape?" I didn't have a mask on so I could tell him I wasn't and probably be fine but it was at about that moment that one of the goons approached with his phone's flashlight on, revealing my cattiness to them.
Needless to say, they weren't amused.
"It's a fucking 53!" I heard Hoowolf snarl and I knew the jig was up. As far as I could remember the E88 disliked Case 53's, that I was dressed in Nazi colors was probably the only thing keeping Hookwolf from going murdercanine on me. As it stood he reached out with a metal clawed hand to grab me and most likely take me back to see Kaizer.
No! Bad touch! If only I had access to my powers, maybe Glory Girl's powerset or something I could... Really power? Really? I felt a click in the back of my head and strength flooded into me, alongside a couple other feelings that told me in no uncertain terms that I was now rocking mini-Alexandria jack boots and I wasn't afraid to shove them up someone's ass.
I lifted off the ground, kicking Hookwolf in the chin while I did so, sending him flying back into one of the surrounding wall's with a very, very satisfying crunch. I looked over at the two goons, who had drawn a pair of pistols and were now aiming them at me.
I flinched slightly as the first rounds pinged off my shield, the sparks flashing in the moonlight leaving me seeing spots. I reached out, a hand each grabbing their guns, crushing them like so much tinfoil in my grip.
The two goons paled, staring at their ruined weapons in shock. A quick deck to the face had each of them on the ground, out cold.
Of course, this is where Hookwolf interjected to my manhandling of his mooks.
"You fucker!" He snarled, already a whirling mass of blades.
Okay, you need to chill. Clockblocker, do your thing. Hookwolf plowed right into me, then subsequently froze midair which left me to continue on my arc into a brick wall. Ow, that fucking stings. I pulled myself to my feet, dusting myself off and walking closer to the capescicle I'd made. Hookwolf's bladed body was genuinely stuck there now for however long Clock's power decided to keep him there. I used this time to get my bearings. Okay, this was clearly my enemy complication at work so I needed to take care of this now before it came back and bit me in the ass later. I swapped out Clockblocker for Hatchet faces power and waited for the time stop to wear off. When it did, Hookwolf crumpled like a wet paper bag, falling to the ground in a flop and skidding along the pavement to a stop.
"What the fuck!? What did you do to my power!?" Hookwolf howled, scrambling to his knees, eyes wide behind his mask as I approached.
"You veren't being very nice so I zhought a time out vas in order" I singsonged, my young alto full of spite and sneer, the fake German accent I was using driving home that I was insulting him.
"Are you mocking me you sonofabitch!?" The man got to his feet, pulling out a dagger from his boot and rushing me.
Even without Glory Girls forcefield, the Brute rating from Hatchet Face was enough to stop the dagger cold. The man behind it slammed into me, not budging me an inch as Glory Girl's ability to give gravity the middle finger proved it's worth. All the breath left Hookwolf then as I lightly rabbit punched him in the gut, folding him over my fist as if I had hit him with a sledgehammer.
A quick shedding of one of my gloves and a swap from Hatchet face to Panacea had the Neo-Nazi cape out cold in lala land for the next few hours.
Alright. I sagged down into a crouched position, laying the Nazi cape flat on the ground. Walking over to his two henchmen I dragged them into the alley and laid them at his side, Panacea's power rendering them unconscious for a while as well. I then yanked off their jackets and pants while swapping Panacea's power out for Parian's. Using her power, I pulled apart the bunch of cloth and wove it into a better pair of jean pants that covered the rest of my legs. I hadn't noticed it at first but it was fairly chilly out this late at night, even in April this far north it was in the upper forties at best. My tail got stuffed into my new pants to hide my nature away and I used the rest of the cloth to fill in the sleeves of my shirt as well as to make a nice thick beanie to keep my cat ears warm and hidden. The swastika band on my arm was the last thing to get cannibalized and was turned into a small checkered half mask that kept the lower half of my face and neck warm. All in all I looked pretty snazzy now with my clothing tastefully redecorated and stylized.
And... ah yes the now half-naked goons would probably need to by taken in too or they'd freeze to death out here... hrm. I'd drop them off at a police station on my way to take Hookwolf in and... wait... Now that I thought about it, where was a police station? I literally had no clue where anything in the city was. Damn, where did that one guy's phone go? I glanced down at the ground, looking through the junk that had fallen out of their pockets when I had ripped apart their clothing; Some change, a pocket knife, ahhah there it is. I snatched the cheap burner phone up and popped it open. There was a password lock on the thing but there was an option for emergency calls so I selected it and a few seconds later a woman's voice came from the speaker.
"Nine-one-one what is your emergency?" Wow, she sounded...bored.
I had already dropped the fake accent and began speaking in a normal tone of voice. "Hello? Uh, yeah, hi?" Wonderful start Schrodinger my man. Why don't you start speaking in rhyme now, it'd be far less awkward. "I was just attacked by some guy named Hookwolf and a couple of his cronies in an alley. I'm fine but the three of them are unconscious, could you send someone this way to pick them up."
The line was silent for a moment before the operator spoke up again, far more attentive than before. "Understood, can you tell me which street you're on? Also, are you a cape young man?"
I nodded even though no one could see me. "Yeah I'm a cape and gimme just a sec I'll find the street name." I walked a few feet out of the alley and stared down the street to one of the stop signs, my cat's eyes coming in handy as they spotted both street names on top, I relayed it to the dispatch.
"Thank you, A PRT squad and Protectorate member are already on their way.." She cleared her throat. "I am required by law to remind you that if this turns out to be a prank call, please be aware that there are serious fines and even jail time involved if this turns out to be a misuse of emergency services." Her words were soft, stern and to the point.
I smiled lightly, appreciating the concern. "I'll keep that in mind. Should I stay on the line or can you track this phone somehow?"
The operators voice was now as bland as it was before. "Please stay on the line, we're tracking the phone and backup should be there within the next ten minutes."
"Can do." I responded cheerfully, tossing the phone on top of one of the two goons. Time passed quickly and the low rumble of a Harley announced Miss Militia's entrance with a pair of PRT vans not far behind her. The military chic hero pulled up to a stop at the entrance of the alley, shining her headlight down the length as PRT troopers rushed out of the van to secure the perimeter.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" I could almost feel the woman's pleasure at seeing Hookwolf face down on the ground. Her walk was one that was confident, her power spinning off a combat shotgun into her hands which she held non-threateningly. "And you're the one who took him down?" She stopped a comfortable distance between us and nodded at Hookwolf.
"That's me." I responded cheekily, scratching at my nose. Hey, if I was going to play up Schrodinger's cattiness I might as well double down. I was a catboy, being flighty and arrogant was my prerogative now.
That is until the PRT troopers entered the alleyway... and several of them had laser sights on their guns...
A red dot of light passed by my feet and my eyes snapped to it. Slowly, I dropped down to paw at it, following the thing like a hawk, even as the dot moved away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I noted Miss Militia tense up and heft her shotgun, though she didn't point it at me. Several of the red dots passed my position and I felt the urge to slap at them grow even larger. Finally, it got to the point where I could feel my tail thrashing back and forth in my pants, my eyes dilating and my breath coming in rough pants as I tried -and failed- to do the thing. I assume that the troopers had picked up on my strange behavior and flipped off their laser sights because when I snapped out of whatever daze I was in, I found myself in a rather compromising position on the ground.
I slowly glanced up at Miss Militia, who looked like she was struggling very, very hard not to laugh. A few of the troopers did laugh.
We meet again mortification, you unpleasant bitch. And you too ROB, such a fucking ridiculous Malus.
I rose to my feet, coughing to hide my blush and then clearing my throat to try and move past the situation I was just in, "I will ignore that which did not just happen, and nothing you say can make me admit to it." That was my story and I'm sticking to it.
"Of course." MM agreed, still struggling to hold in her amusement, the subtle shakes of her shoulders giving her away rather blatantly. "I suppose I should introduce myself." She replied, after overcoming her slight fits. "I'm Miss Militia, Second-in-command of the Protectorate ENE."
"Schrodinger." I replied absently. "Though that's not my real name, can't really say what my real name is, or much about my past."
That had the American themed cape blinking, then her gaze seemed to hone in on my cat-like features and drew her own conclusions. "Are you a case fifty-three? By that I mean do you not know who you are or where you're from and do you have a strange tattoo somewhere on your body?"
I shifted my stance, staring down at Hookwolf. "That big guy there called me a case fifty-three." I shrugged. "And like I said, I can't really say, everything's been turned up on it's head for me." Was I being vague? Yes I was. Fuck you Armsmaster! You and your bullshit Tinkertech lie detector. I didn't know if he could read lies through a recorded video but I wasn't giving him the chance, or the satisfaction of doing it to me. This also gave me an in to the Protectorate without having to explain away the uncomfortable fact that I lacked an identity in this world. Simple fact of the matter was, I didn't particularly want to join the Wards right now. In truth, I wanted to get into the good graces of the main character and see about taking care of Taylor's little bullying problem first.
I was here now, I could fix things. I might be sending butterflies out like a hurricane of Skitter vengeance but I was given the express purpose to create as much havoc and mayhem as I could to amuse and entertain an eldritch being. What better way than to turn canon completely on it's head and then smack it's ass with the shenanigan stick?
"Be that as it may." Miss Militia answered, a kind smile hidden behind her flag scarf. "Would you be willing to come down to the PRT headquarters to make a statement and would you consider joining the Wards? For teens- especially Case 53 teens, the Wards are there to support and train young parahumans in the use of their powers. In your case and for those like you, the Wards are also a shelter from the-" She glared down at Hookwolf. "Less than receptive people out there. As well as potentially finding where you came from so that you may be reunited with your family."
Wow, if I didn't already know how restrictive the Wards actually were that kind of sales pitch delivered in such a earnest and genuine manner would have me walking hand in hand with her anywhere in the city. But, as I did know how crappy Wards life actually was, I merely smiled a knowing smile and took a small step back. "As much as I like the sound of that, I'm more of the loner type." Truth, though I planned to at least have some companions in this little journey. "I can tell you the events that lead up to this though." I waved my hand down at Hookwolf's prone form which was just now being covered in containment foam and lugged into one of the vans by a couple of PRT troopers.
The frown that formed on Miss Militia's face was a bit heart wrenching, she was so much more attractive when she smiled. "Thats... unfortunate, but acceptable."
I spent the next few moments regaling the Brockton hero of my quick and decisive defeat of Hookwolf, though I did leave out my ability to change powers at a whim. When questioned about how I had disabled him so quickly I merely waggled a finger in her direction and smiled a toothy grin that was visible through my facemask. "Ah, but a good magician never reveals his secrets."
An eyebrow raised and the mocha skinned woman placed a hand on her waist and shifted her position to indicate 'Really? A magician?' Another smile, this one reaching her eyes, crinkling the skin there. "And just what kind of 'magic' do you know?"
I took that as my time to go, I wasn't needed here any longer and hey, I wanted to show off a bit. I switched to Strider's power and brought in the circle of his mass teleportation to right under my feet. "Oh, none other than the greatest magic of all time." I snapped my fingers. "A disappearing act!"
And that had the woman tensing up again, if only slightly. "Now you see me-" The last sight Miss militia saw of me that night was my Cheshire grin as I teleported away.
-ooo-
"-Now you don-oof"
I landed, quite indignantly, in a pile of garbage about 15 blocks away. Really need to work on my power usage. A lot of the power's I'd went through were a bit finicky and this one had just driven the point home that I was, in fact, in need of some practice.
Other than that? I was grinning like a loon.
I may be stuck in a world that shared a similar descriptor to Warhammer-fuckmothering-40K, but I'll be damned before I let this world's grimdark skullfuck my optimism.
Step one. Impress upon an emotionally wounded and paranoid teenager with trust issues why I'm the perfect person to help her with her problems.
Addendum. Impress upon Taylor-fucking-Hebert Aka. Our Lady of Escalation. Aka. Moses' Shit-list. Aka. Good God why the eye, woman!? that I am the perfect person to help her with her problems.
...Heh heh...heh...No pressure.
-oOo-
And that's the first chapter down, don't know when I'll update this as it is merely a springboard to get my Momma Ziz fic back up to speed, but it is a thing.
Or;Dignity is for the weak.
So. Having a bit of writers block when it comes to Momma Ziz, nothing too obstructing but annoying nonetheless. To endeavor a means to overcome this I fall back on my tried and try blockbreaker. Shameless and unapologetic Self Insertion. A guilty pleasure, but one I really don't indulge in often enough.
So enjoy.
The CYOA
Name: Schrodinger
Game Mode: Self-Insert. "You appeared in an alleyway with nothing but a hundred dollars to your name and the clothes on your back."
Difficulty: Dragon (4 points +5 complication points = 9 points)
-Major powers-
Trump -2 (7 points)
-Perks-
Augmented power(Trump) Can switch between two canon non-cauldron powersets -1 (6 points)
Mental Fortress -2 (4)
Power Immunity -2 (2)
Shared Power(Trump) -2 (0)
-Complications-
Enemy: E88, (You are a Case 53, White, have a German Cape name and are not a sympathizer to Kaisers cause. This, rightfully, doesn't put you in their good books.) ABB (You are White and have a German Cape name. They hate you on principle. ) Merchants (You are White, have a German Cape name and most importantly are immune to the mind altering effects of drugs. They hate you on principle.) +3 points
Case 53: You have an articulate and functional set of cat ears, tail and slit lavender eyes that stay with you even if you use powers to change yourself. Ears and tail are also sensitive to touch and have a self relaxing effect if petted +0 Points.
Asimov: You have impulsive cat-like behavior. This includes but is not limited to chasing laser pointer dots, cleaning yourself with your tongue, and lazily sitting in the sun to warm yourself. +1 points
Minor(Age 14-15): You are a squeaker, outside of costume most adults won't take you seriously. +1 points
Game Mode: Self-Insert. "You appeared in an alleyway with nothing but a hundred dollars to your name and the clothes on your back."
Difficulty: Dragon (4 points +5 complication points = 9 points)
-Major powers-
Trump -2 (7 points)
-Perks-
Augmented power(Trump) Can switch between two canon non-cauldron powersets -1 (6 points)
Mental Fortress -2 (4)
Power Immunity -2 (2)
Shared Power(Trump) -2 (0)
-Complications-
Enemy: E88, (You are a Case 53, White, have a German Cape name and are not a sympathizer to Kaisers cause. This, rightfully, doesn't put you in their good books.) ABB (You are White and have a German Cape name. They hate you on principle. ) Merchants (You are White, have a German Cape name and most importantly are immune to the mind altering effects of drugs. They hate you on principle.) +3 points
Case 53: You have an articulate and functional set of cat ears, tail and slit lavender eyes that stay with you even if you use powers to change yourself. Ears and tail are also sensitive to touch and have a self relaxing effect if petted +0 Points.
Asimov: You have impulsive cat-like behavior. This includes but is not limited to chasing laser pointer dots, cleaning yourself with your tongue, and lazily sitting in the sun to warm yourself. +1 points
Minor(Age 14-15): You are a squeaker, outside of costume most adults won't take you seriously. +1 points
As my crack team of imaginary lawyers tell me. The following is a fanbased parody, I don't own Worm or Hellsing/Ultimate, those belong to their respective owners and even If I did own them they'd both probably be a lot more lewd.
But I digress, do the thing! *Clicks*
-oOo-
"Ow." I groan, running a hand across my eyes to rub at the sharp throbbing there. "Did anyone catch the number of the semi that hit me?" Okay, that sounded weird, was I huffing helium before I passed out? I palmed the ground and pushed myself up, an odd sense of lightness coming from the action. Taking a look around I took stock of my situation.
"Okay...It's dark out and I'm in an alley." Still with that strange alto to my voice rather than the baritone I was used to. I stared at the brick wall across from me, my vision far clearer than what I remember it being. I glanced down, taking in my body, which felt...strange...
My breathing became a bit labored as I started to hyperventilate.
I was a fucking squeaker.
Okay... calm down. Using the trash littering the alley I estimated my size to be about 5 feet-ish, the size and definition of my legs putting me in the fourteen or fifteen age range. I held up my hands and arms which confirmed that general assessment.
Alright. I'm in a body roughly half my age, laying in a really, really shitty looking alleyway. What the fuck?
Okay, I'm wearing clothing...small mercies. In the meager light I can make out black shorts, a yellow dress shirt, black knee length socks and a black tie. Hrm... then there were the white gloves and black shoes... why does this look so familiar?
And thats when I saw the red, white and black band around my left arm.
Okay, I'm apparently a Nazi.
A tail flopped into view. I stared at it. It stared at me. It twitched. I felt it twitch. Hesitantly I reached up to the top of my head and found a pair of cat eats sprouting neatly out of my hair.
A cat-boy Nazi.
Fucking Schrodinger. Why the hell am I Schrodinger? Last thing I could remember was sitting in my room browsing the Internet and then falling asleep at my desk. I stood up shakily, digging through my pockets revealed a small wad of cash that came out to a hundred US dollars and a note, a note signed to me.
April 8, 2011
Dear
I know you have plenty of questions that you're probably asking yourself. Quite frankly, I'd be astounded if you didn't have any questions given your circumstances.
To bring you up to speed as they say, I shall now go through a short list of key points.
1.You are my entertainment, full stop. I am finding myself increasingly bored with the multiverse so I have come to the conclusion that I must take matters into my own hands and make my own fun, this is where you come in.
2.You have probably already noted that your body is not as it should be. This is as intended. This will allow you to facilitate your introduction into this world, which leads to-.
3.You are not in Kansas anymore, as they say. Welcome to Brockton Bay! Or, at least, an iteration of it. I stumbled across something you might recognize; A Worm CYOA prompt, particularly the second version. From what I can gather, many individuals consider this version to be inferior or too weak for the endgame of the setting. I have endeavored to prove this assumption wrong, to facilitate this I have already made your selections for you.
4.The build I have gifted you with is below, take a moment to read it over. When you are done, this note shall self-destruct and you will be on your own. So have fun and be sure to make things entertaining for me, okay?
Hugs and kisses.
ROB.
I must have stood there for a good 10 minutes, just staring at the paper. This was real? This was really happening? I pinched myself. Yep, that hurt... huh.
Well as far as ROB's go I'd lucked out and got one that liked turning a setting up on it's head and spanking it's behind. The build given to me was... while not as overpowered as Power manipulator of the original Worm CYOA, it was still fairly hefty with significant ways to munchkin the hell out of it. It would take a little time and I'd need a partner in crime but...
I could work with this.
As the note dropped from my hands the paper caught fire in a brilliant green flame, I took a moment while watching the flame to consider my options. I'd always wanted to be the hero of my own story and now? Now I could actually live it. Granted, I had almost all of the antagonist villains in Brockton Bay as my complication enemies but I felt reasonably comfortable with my ability to take them on.
"Who the hell are you?"
Ah Murphy, I was beginning to wonder why you were running around barefoot.
I turned towards the mouth of the alley and the large, burly, imposing man who stood there with a few goons.
'Pants only, metal poking out of the arms and legs, metal wolf mask. Gonna go out on a limb and say this is Hookwolf. Wonderful...'
Shit..I didn't know how to use my powers. I'd have to learn fast so I searched inward to see if I could find anything relevant to my staying alive. I opened my mouth, keeping them focused on my voice while I started lying my ass off. "Oh vell I am just a fellow brother out for a little stroll." Horrible German accent? Check. Play up the Nazi, in the dim moonlight they can probably see your clothes and armband, let them think you're one of them and hope to God it's dark enough that they can't see your cat features. Just to make it harder to see I laid my ears flat and hid my tail behind me. Just gotta hold em off for a bit more.
Hookwolf approached, staring down at me through his full face mask. "I haven't seen a brat like you around here and this is my turf." His voice was like nails getting spun in a blender and his attitude spoke of violence. Cheerful fellow isn't he?
"Ja? I am a bit new around here myself. I just moved into zhe city und zhought it best to ally myself with zhose who have zhe right ideas and zhe power to make zhose ideals reality." Bullshit, complete and utter bullshit. Just, please, believe that bullshit for now. I prodded a few parts at the back of my head hoping to get a reaction, nada. Ah shit. I kept looking even as Hookwolf grew a bit wary at my response.
"New to the city? Are you a cape?" I didn't have a mask on so I could tell him I wasn't and probably be fine but it was at about that moment that one of the goons approached with his phone's flashlight on, revealing my cattiness to them.
Needless to say, they weren't amused.
"It's a fucking 53!" I heard Hoowolf snarl and I knew the jig was up. As far as I could remember the E88 disliked Case 53's, that I was dressed in Nazi colors was probably the only thing keeping Hookwolf from going murdercanine on me. As it stood he reached out with a metal clawed hand to grab me and most likely take me back to see Kaizer.
No! Bad touch! If only I had access to my powers, maybe Glory Girl's powerset or something I could... Really power? Really? I felt a click in the back of my head and strength flooded into me, alongside a couple other feelings that told me in no uncertain terms that I was now rocking mini-Alexandria jack boots and I wasn't afraid to shove them up someone's ass.
I lifted off the ground, kicking Hookwolf in the chin while I did so, sending him flying back into one of the surrounding wall's with a very, very satisfying crunch. I looked over at the two goons, who had drawn a pair of pistols and were now aiming them at me.
I flinched slightly as the first rounds pinged off my shield, the sparks flashing in the moonlight leaving me seeing spots. I reached out, a hand each grabbing their guns, crushing them like so much tinfoil in my grip.
The two goons paled, staring at their ruined weapons in shock. A quick deck to the face had each of them on the ground, out cold.
Of course, this is where Hookwolf interjected to my manhandling of his mooks.
"You fucker!" He snarled, already a whirling mass of blades.
Okay, you need to chill. Clockblocker, do your thing. Hookwolf plowed right into me, then subsequently froze midair which left me to continue on my arc into a brick wall. Ow, that fucking stings. I pulled myself to my feet, dusting myself off and walking closer to the capescicle I'd made. Hookwolf's bladed body was genuinely stuck there now for however long Clock's power decided to keep him there. I used this time to get my bearings. Okay, this was clearly my enemy complication at work so I needed to take care of this now before it came back and bit me in the ass later. I swapped out Clockblocker for Hatchet faces power and waited for the time stop to wear off. When it did, Hookwolf crumpled like a wet paper bag, falling to the ground in a flop and skidding along the pavement to a stop.
"What the fuck!? What did you do to my power!?" Hookwolf howled, scrambling to his knees, eyes wide behind his mask as I approached.
"You veren't being very nice so I zhought a time out vas in order" I singsonged, my young alto full of spite and sneer, the fake German accent I was using driving home that I was insulting him.
"Are you mocking me you sonofabitch!?" The man got to his feet, pulling out a dagger from his boot and rushing me.
Even without Glory Girls forcefield, the Brute rating from Hatchet Face was enough to stop the dagger cold. The man behind it slammed into me, not budging me an inch as Glory Girl's ability to give gravity the middle finger proved it's worth. All the breath left Hookwolf then as I lightly rabbit punched him in the gut, folding him over my fist as if I had hit him with a sledgehammer.
A quick shedding of one of my gloves and a swap from Hatchet face to Panacea had the Neo-Nazi cape out cold in lala land for the next few hours.
Alright. I sagged down into a crouched position, laying the Nazi cape flat on the ground. Walking over to his two henchmen I dragged them into the alley and laid them at his side, Panacea's power rendering them unconscious for a while as well. I then yanked off their jackets and pants while swapping Panacea's power out for Parian's. Using her power, I pulled apart the bunch of cloth and wove it into a better pair of jean pants that covered the rest of my legs. I hadn't noticed it at first but it was fairly chilly out this late at night, even in April this far north it was in the upper forties at best. My tail got stuffed into my new pants to hide my nature away and I used the rest of the cloth to fill in the sleeves of my shirt as well as to make a nice thick beanie to keep my cat ears warm and hidden. The swastika band on my arm was the last thing to get cannibalized and was turned into a small checkered half mask that kept the lower half of my face and neck warm. All in all I looked pretty snazzy now with my clothing tastefully redecorated and stylized.
And... ah yes the now half-naked goons would probably need to by taken in too or they'd freeze to death out here... hrm. I'd drop them off at a police station on my way to take Hookwolf in and... wait... Now that I thought about it, where was a police station? I literally had no clue where anything in the city was. Damn, where did that one guy's phone go? I glanced down at the ground, looking through the junk that had fallen out of their pockets when I had ripped apart their clothing; Some change, a pocket knife, ahhah there it is. I snatched the cheap burner phone up and popped it open. There was a password lock on the thing but there was an option for emergency calls so I selected it and a few seconds later a woman's voice came from the speaker.
"Nine-one-one what is your emergency?" Wow, she sounded...bored.
I had already dropped the fake accent and began speaking in a normal tone of voice. "Hello? Uh, yeah, hi?" Wonderful start Schrodinger my man. Why don't you start speaking in rhyme now, it'd be far less awkward. "I was just attacked by some guy named Hookwolf and a couple of his cronies in an alley. I'm fine but the three of them are unconscious, could you send someone this way to pick them up."
The line was silent for a moment before the operator spoke up again, far more attentive than before. "Understood, can you tell me which street you're on? Also, are you a cape young man?"
I nodded even though no one could see me. "Yeah I'm a cape and gimme just a sec I'll find the street name." I walked a few feet out of the alley and stared down the street to one of the stop signs, my cat's eyes coming in handy as they spotted both street names on top, I relayed it to the dispatch.
"Thank you, A PRT squad and Protectorate member are already on their way.." She cleared her throat. "I am required by law to remind you that if this turns out to be a prank call, please be aware that there are serious fines and even jail time involved if this turns out to be a misuse of emergency services." Her words were soft, stern and to the point.
I smiled lightly, appreciating the concern. "I'll keep that in mind. Should I stay on the line or can you track this phone somehow?"
The operators voice was now as bland as it was before. "Please stay on the line, we're tracking the phone and backup should be there within the next ten minutes."
"Can do." I responded cheerfully, tossing the phone on top of one of the two goons. Time passed quickly and the low rumble of a Harley announced Miss Militia's entrance with a pair of PRT vans not far behind her. The military chic hero pulled up to a stop at the entrance of the alley, shining her headlight down the length as PRT troopers rushed out of the van to secure the perimeter.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" I could almost feel the woman's pleasure at seeing Hookwolf face down on the ground. Her walk was one that was confident, her power spinning off a combat shotgun into her hands which she held non-threateningly. "And you're the one who took him down?" She stopped a comfortable distance between us and nodded at Hookwolf.
"That's me." I responded cheekily, scratching at my nose. Hey, if I was going to play up Schrodinger's cattiness I might as well double down. I was a catboy, being flighty and arrogant was my prerogative now.
That is until the PRT troopers entered the alleyway... and several of them had laser sights on their guns...
A red dot of light passed by my feet and my eyes snapped to it. Slowly, I dropped down to paw at it, following the thing like a hawk, even as the dot moved away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I noted Miss Militia tense up and heft her shotgun, though she didn't point it at me. Several of the red dots passed my position and I felt the urge to slap at them grow even larger. Finally, it got to the point where I could feel my tail thrashing back and forth in my pants, my eyes dilating and my breath coming in rough pants as I tried -and failed- to do the thing. I assume that the troopers had picked up on my strange behavior and flipped off their laser sights because when I snapped out of whatever daze I was in, I found myself in a rather compromising position on the ground.
I slowly glanced up at Miss Militia, who looked like she was struggling very, very hard not to laugh. A few of the troopers did laugh.
We meet again mortification, you unpleasant bitch. And you too ROB, such a fucking ridiculous Malus.
I rose to my feet, coughing to hide my blush and then clearing my throat to try and move past the situation I was just in, "I will ignore that which did not just happen, and nothing you say can make me admit to it." That was my story and I'm sticking to it.
"Of course." MM agreed, still struggling to hold in her amusement, the subtle shakes of her shoulders giving her away rather blatantly. "I suppose I should introduce myself." She replied, after overcoming her slight fits. "I'm Miss Militia, Second-in-command of the Protectorate ENE."
"Schrodinger." I replied absently. "Though that's not my real name, can't really say what my real name is, or much about my past."
That had the American themed cape blinking, then her gaze seemed to hone in on my cat-like features and drew her own conclusions. "Are you a case fifty-three? By that I mean do you not know who you are or where you're from and do you have a strange tattoo somewhere on your body?"
I shifted my stance, staring down at Hookwolf. "That big guy there called me a case fifty-three." I shrugged. "And like I said, I can't really say, everything's been turned up on it's head for me." Was I being vague? Yes I was. Fuck you Armsmaster! You and your bullshit Tinkertech lie detector. I didn't know if he could read lies through a recorded video but I wasn't giving him the chance, or the satisfaction of doing it to me. This also gave me an in to the Protectorate without having to explain away the uncomfortable fact that I lacked an identity in this world. Simple fact of the matter was, I didn't particularly want to join the Wards right now. In truth, I wanted to get into the good graces of the main character and see about taking care of Taylor's little bullying problem first.
I was here now, I could fix things. I might be sending butterflies out like a hurricane of Skitter vengeance but I was given the express purpose to create as much havoc and mayhem as I could to amuse and entertain an eldritch being. What better way than to turn canon completely on it's head and then smack it's ass with the shenanigan stick?
"Be that as it may." Miss Militia answered, a kind smile hidden behind her flag scarf. "Would you be willing to come down to the PRT headquarters to make a statement and would you consider joining the Wards? For teens- especially Case 53 teens, the Wards are there to support and train young parahumans in the use of their powers. In your case and for those like you, the Wards are also a shelter from the-" She glared down at Hookwolf. "Less than receptive people out there. As well as potentially finding where you came from so that you may be reunited with your family."
Wow, if I didn't already know how restrictive the Wards actually were that kind of sales pitch delivered in such a earnest and genuine manner would have me walking hand in hand with her anywhere in the city. But, as I did know how crappy Wards life actually was, I merely smiled a knowing smile and took a small step back. "As much as I like the sound of that, I'm more of the loner type." Truth, though I planned to at least have some companions in this little journey. "I can tell you the events that lead up to this though." I waved my hand down at Hookwolf's prone form which was just now being covered in containment foam and lugged into one of the vans by a couple of PRT troopers.
The frown that formed on Miss Militia's face was a bit heart wrenching, she was so much more attractive when she smiled. "Thats... unfortunate, but acceptable."
I spent the next few moments regaling the Brockton hero of my quick and decisive defeat of Hookwolf, though I did leave out my ability to change powers at a whim. When questioned about how I had disabled him so quickly I merely waggled a finger in her direction and smiled a toothy grin that was visible through my facemask. "Ah, but a good magician never reveals his secrets."
An eyebrow raised and the mocha skinned woman placed a hand on her waist and shifted her position to indicate 'Really? A magician?' Another smile, this one reaching her eyes, crinkling the skin there. "And just what kind of 'magic' do you know?"
I took that as my time to go, I wasn't needed here any longer and hey, I wanted to show off a bit. I switched to Strider's power and brought in the circle of his mass teleportation to right under my feet. "Oh, none other than the greatest magic of all time." I snapped my fingers. "A disappearing act!"
And that had the woman tensing up again, if only slightly. "Now you see me-" The last sight Miss militia saw of me that night was my Cheshire grin as I teleported away.
-ooo-
"-Now you don-oof"
I landed, quite indignantly, in a pile of garbage about 15 blocks away. Really need to work on my power usage. A lot of the power's I'd went through were a bit finicky and this one had just driven the point home that I was, in fact, in need of some practice.
Other than that? I was grinning like a loon.
I may be stuck in a world that shared a similar descriptor to Warhammer-fuckmothering-40K, but I'll be damned before I let this world's grimdark skullfuck my optimism.
Step one. Impress upon an emotionally wounded and paranoid teenager with trust issues why I'm the perfect person to help her with her problems.
Addendum. Impress upon Taylor-fucking-Hebert Aka. Our Lady of Escalation. Aka. Moses' Shit-list. Aka. Good God why the eye, woman!? that I am the perfect person to help her with her problems.
...Heh heh...heh...No pressure.
-oOo-
And that's the first chapter down, don't know when I'll update this as it is merely a springboard to get my Momma Ziz fic back up to speed, but it is a thing.
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- Location
- usa
The laser pointer thing is a hell of a weakness. Once his enemies find out about it, they can just deploy laser pointers in the middle of a fight and take him down.
CrunchySharpie
Professional Harem Consultant
- Location
- Sharpie Factory
It won't always be so debilitating. It was mostly me not realizing I was making an ass of myself. But yes, it will be a fairly substantial weakness and most likely played completely for humor. Especially when head pats, belly rubs and tail scritches become a thing. As I said, Dignity is for the weak.
I included a link to the CYOA as well as the build for him at the top. Realized the CYOA link was kinda borked so removed it from spoilers so it would work again.
Basically? Major power-Trump = Being able to jump between any canon, non-Cauldron/53 powerset. From Panacea to Skitter to Kaiser to Foil to Imp on into infinity and back again, all at will and with little to no time limits between switches. Augmented power doubles this allowing me to have two such powers active at one time for some pretty interesting combination powers.
Mental Fortress and Power immunity are to keep me from becoming a Ziz bomb and from other Trumps messing with me, while shared power lets me share my doubled trump ability with anyone, for as long as I wish or until I die.
My main weaknesses at this point are that my malus will comeup at the most inopportune of times sometimes, I am still weak to Contessa and getting shot in the back and that I don't have access to the truly broken power sets like PtV, Coil, Eidolon, etc. so I'm stuck at mid to high rank A listers, rather than the grotesquely strong S-class characters. Consider me like eidolon-lite with 2 slots instead of 3, also I don't suffer from any of the absurd mental contamination that comes with most shards
- Location
- San Francisco
Kitty! Yaaaaayyyyyy! I like this very much.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
Does this include tinker powersets?
- Location
- Dodging chaos dragons in Limbo
So.... just to clarify, Bonesaw, Panacea, Crawler, Narwhal and 1337 are not considered truly broken? Heck, combine 1337 and Dragon.... both available as far as I know... Not to mention our Queen of the Bay and the absolutely ridiculous amount of brokenness that can be had and is had with cream and canary on top?
Zeuseus
KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!!
Hehe. Keep telling yourself that.
- Location
- Home
Lets look at the SI list of must do's:
* Check date and find where in the timeline you got stuffed into (If I had to guess you put him sometime before start of canon?)
* Steal money from the gangs (they hate you already, it's only fair to play the preconceptions)
* Deal with Coil in the most hilarious manner
* Make contact with the Undersiders and out-smug Tattle (for contact I mean troll the shit out of them, you already have brownie points with Bitch for dealing with HW, tho you are a cat, that may lessen them)
* Approach New Wave andRomance into your new harem help Panpan.
* See to rescue Bonesaw (turn Jack into Jackie for shit and giggles using panpan power)
* Use siberian projection to troll manton (And now I'm imagining it will look either like the fat nazi guy or police girl, if it looks like Alucard: Abandon the universe) I'm stupid and forgot Manton got his powers in a bottle.
* Machinate a complex set up and rube golderb-like mess to make Sophia end rebranded as Princess Umbra.
* Troll PHO
* Set up a blind date for Halbeard with Dragon and Mouse Protector at the same time (This should also save MP from the 9)
* Heal Piggot while she sleeps (Leave a Note saying that Coil was tampering with her dialisis machine (tamper with said machines to make it look like Coil did it))
* Rescue Canary if possible
* Set up Danny and MM for a date
* Troll Assault (he likes it)
* Change all of the Merchants drugs for sugar pills.
* Have tea with Dinah
* Set up Parian and Flechette by making Flechette get sent to BB
* Troll Eidolon and make him get therapy
* Shift all the objects in Accord's place 1.2° in either right or left direction.
* Change Blasto's pot for oregano
* Heal Denny's dad
* Make Kaiser black (I don't know why no fic has done this with Panpan power, it would be completely hilarious to turn the Empire's members into different "races", also help Purity)
* Check date and find where in the timeline you got stuffed into (If I had to guess you put him sometime before start of canon?)
* Steal money from the gangs (they hate you already, it's only fair to play the preconceptions)
* Deal with Coil in the most hilarious manner
* Make contact with the Undersiders and out-smug Tattle (for contact I mean troll the shit out of them, you already have brownie points with Bitch for dealing with HW, tho you are a cat, that may lessen them)
* Approach New Wave and
* See to rescue Bonesaw (turn Jack into Jackie for shit and giggles using panpan power)
* Machinate a complex set up and rube golderb-like mess to make Sophia end rebranded as Princess Umbra.
* Troll PHO
* Set up a blind date for Halbeard with Dragon and Mouse Protector at the same time (This should also save MP from the 9)
* Heal Piggot while she sleeps (Leave a Note saying that Coil was tampering with her dialisis machine (tamper with said machines to make it look like Coil did it))
* Rescue Canary if possible
* Set up Danny and MM for a date
* Troll Assault (he likes it)
* Change all of the Merchants drugs for sugar pills.
* Have tea with Dinah
* Set up Parian and Flechette by making Flechette get sent to BB
* Troll Eidolon and make him get therapy
* Shift all the objects in Accord's place 1.2° in either right or left direction.
* Change Blasto's pot for oregano
* Heal Denny's dad
* Make Kaiser black (I don't know why no fic has done this with Panpan power, it would be completely hilarious to turn the Empire's members into different "races", also help Purity)
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Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
If he knows what a power set does, he can mimic it, but only one at a time. I have to wonder if he can Mix/Match components?
CrunchySharpie
Professional Harem Consultant
- Location
- Sharpie Factory
Only those that are Scion based, but yes. However the build up for most of those is the same for the build up for any other Tinker. If it takes them X amount of time and resources it will take me X amount of time and resources. Of course I can cheat a little bit if I want, seeing as I could swap in Velocity's power and have long periods of relative time to myself but that also negates much of the combination aspect of having 2 tinker powers active at the same time and I just end up recreating that which canon characters have already created. I do also require materials, materials I can't afford and I'm probably not going to steal. Further, these tinkerteck projects still require just as much maintenance as their canon counterparts. So yes, while they are bullshit and I will probably abuse them at some point, they still do have some disadvantages.
Bonesaw is only broken if I want to start killing off large portions of the population, likewise with Panacea. Sure, Panacea can create some pretty amazing stuff but the main problem with most of her creations is that they aren't very durable once you get up into the biggatons that purity, legend etc can wield. I'm also not sure I could control any von nueman plant monstrosities like you see in Putting down roots or the like.
Crawler? I'm not turning myself into a giant shoggoth for power. A giant shoggoth with Kitty ears and tail, despite the absurdly hilarious mental image, is something which I don't particularly want to do. Also Crawler isn't very strong in his own right, he's an A-lister, at best. His only real strength is his durability. Anything that pens him in or has a containment effect thats non-damaging like Bakuda's time stop grenades will take care of him easily.
Vetoing Second Triggers, or at least ones that are overt, I really don't count Skitter Taylor as a Second Trigger as her power really, really doesn't feel like one. Sure, It's strong, but only in it's processing power, which Accord and Tattletale can sort of equal in their own fields. Despite Word of Wildbow that is my decision. It's absence in the CYOA rules isn't a yes or go ahead, else I could go full khepri and that becomes a very short story.
Dragon is only as strong as she is because she's an AI who has a lot of relative time on her hands and PRT/Guild/Protectorate/Toybox access to absurd amounts of Tinkertech that she can spend time trying to understand, she also has factories to produce all of her parts, I do not. I'm starting with jack and all tinkertech wise. L33T would probably be the only game changer in that list but I also have to follow the rules as written, which means only one of anything. Mental contamination does not make a shard hating its wielder. And while it might not hate me I don't think I actually have a shard, so I must default to what is shown in series, so only one of anything and it likes to break down kinda fast. Still OP but only just.
I like these, I shall borrow some/all of them. Though I remember a fic that did, in fact
Also the date is in the CYOA, both self insert and reincarnation come out at April 8th 2011, canon start.
Edit: My mistake, Kaiser was Asian, he made Hookwolf black.
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- Location
- Poland
Now, I am sorry to say that but this is exactly one of my biggest pet peeves in Worm fanfiction. Taylor had a shitty life, yes, which became even shitier, double yes. But the Taylor from the very beginning was just another bullied teenager. The Queen of Escalation, as people are so fond of calling her, surfaced after facing great trials, fighting Slaughterhouse and surviving. Late Skitter, Weaver and Khepri could be called that, not the effin teenager.
Apart from my rant (sorry 'bout that) I have to say this looks like a really interesting fic, and am ready to watch it like a hawk.
- Location
- Home
I checked, it was Heredity, she made three random mooks black. And yeah, after posting I read the CYOA in detail and saw that detail.
Other possible things to do with 2 canon powers:
* Heal Alexandria's eye (Hatchet Face + Panacea/Othalla)
* Trolling Bakuda by exchanging her bombs for party poppers (harder and does need some time to work on making the alternative bombs, with some time would suggest making a machine to make said bombs)
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* Troll Saint by stealing Ascalon and making him believe Dragon went Evil. (4 step plan: 1 Steal Ascalon/replace with fake, 2 Convince Dragon/possibly after releasing her, 3 ?????, 4 profit and giggles as Saint shits his pants)
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* Ask Dinah the % of success of destroying The Butcher using Hatchet Face's power.
* Find out Circus' true gender
* Time Freeze Clockblocker (or just his suit to hear his reaction)
* Space-Warp high-five Vista afterwards.
* Use Jack's power to convice Zion everything's a'ok and you can fix entropy.
* Convince everyone Myrddin was right.
* Heal Genesis, Heal Noelle, Kick Trickster in the dick.
* Set up Legend to do a gay rights parade in E88's territory.
NoisyMatchStar
Lord of all that is Purple
- Location
- Pittsburgh
Or push Zion to kill himself.
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
Actually, both Panacea and Leet are canonically natural Eden triggers, so, if you were following canon, Trump wouldn't let you have their powersets
JamesB
You needed worthy opponents.
- Location
- Kansas
You realize the power will just say "gender: yes? no? maybe?", don't you?
Source for Panacea being an Eden trigger? Leet is a natural Eden trigger, I give you that. However, Panacea is a bud from Marquis and she triggered to heal Victoria. As far as I know, Marquis is a Scion power. Note specifically the Trump restriction said non-Cauldron capes, not non-Eden capes. A Cauldron cape is one whom received their powers from a bottle, while a natural Eden cape is functionally indistinguishable from a natural Scion cape, trigger event and all. That means the Trump ability lets Schrodinger use all of Scion's shards, only some of Eden's (the non-vial powers), and Abaddon's.
Actually, now that I think about it, Path to Victory IS an available power. Contessa got her power through triggering, not from a Cauldron vial. In addition, the PtV power came from Abaddon as a poison-pill gift to Eden that caused her to crash land because she was texting and flying at the same time.
Syn0
QoP of Pain
- Location
- Low Priority T_T
I don't think you realize how stupidly powerful you are. Eidolon doesn't have the ability to cherry pick his powers while you can pull off some ridiculous combos. And Contessa is a nonissue as long as you have Jack's power active.
- Location
- Uk
I'd say 1337 and Masume (sp?), mass produce anything....
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
If you're tinkering anyways, might as well go full on STING>>>MINIATURIZATION>>>MODULAR
- Location
- United States
So are you going to kill Coil or going to use him like Diana? Either way, good luck!
Dark Ness
Rises Where Silence Dies
- Location
- The Primordial Soup
No, that is what he put in his build. The CYOA clearly states "any Scion-based natural trigger" and the CYOA also calls out Contessa as someone you can't copy.
I couldn't find my source for Panacea, though, so I could have been wrong on that point.