We're gonna need a lot more people than just Kevin to get away from that eventual mess. Even if they do somehow connect than I think at best he'd probably just protect Kevin from extermination while wiping out everyone else in a-this is the only one I like so I'll spare him sorta way.
A Champion in Earth Bet [Worm/Original Setting]
- Thread starter sun tzu
- Start date
- Location
- Right Where I Am
A start is a start, and it gives him an idea to try out before extreme mass murder across dimensions.
BarbaCoPut
Voluta indomita
- Location
- Argentina
- Pronouns
- He/His
Also, it sometimes kills hostile werewolves and vampires. Gold doesn't kill anything except in extremely contrived circumstances, even in fiction.
Gold hurts Tengus... but those are extremely uncommon...
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
Honestly, I think that the best way to deal with Zion is to make him displace his alien grief with anthropic thoughts and feelings via Scion, but in a way that isn't "hey Zion, wanna try recreational genocide?"
Humans are good at lying to themselves, at coming up with justifications in defiance of reality, and that's something which would greatly appeal to Zion, who is basically a eusocial insect irrevocably severed from the rest of the two-Entity colony it was part of. Whether that means Zion eventually commits suicide on the outside chance that it'll just wake up and find that Eden has been waiting for it, plugs itself into a lotus-eater machine, or willingly decoheres itself into its component shards because it's been convinced that the metaphorical 'legacy' thus produced is a more desirable outcome than continued existence, it still offers the easiest and most likely means to get rid of it before it tries to kill everything else.
Flight and energy blasts, yeah.
Météore, like Doctor Metal, Sunblade, Captain Hydro, Harmonic, Multi-Hit, Doctor Volt, and Mister Clue, was a character I'd originally created for Hero Command and recycled into Earth-Bet. XD
- Location
- Philippines
So, how strong and versatile are we talking here?
For example Purity's blasts are said to be close to Legend in sheer power but she comes way short in terms of versatility and she's a Blaster 8.
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Not much in terms of versatility. Some control over the power of her blasts, but that's it.
Compared to Purity, her blasts are weaker, but she's a superior flyer.
- Location
- Philippines
Gotcha, nice to know. Thanks.
And is it ok to ask what's the progress on the chapter? No rush though
5.5 pages in. Close to done.
- Location
- Philippines
Sweet! Great to hear.
Also, just remembered something, do Captain Hydro and Tsunami manifest water out of thin air via dimensional hax or do they need preexisting water to manipulate?
- Location
- Philippines
Can they dismiss it afterwards? And do they have a hard and soft limit on the amount of water they can control and summon and if so, how much?
Sorry for the questions. I'm just so curious about your OCs and I love the fact that I'm excited to know more about OCs
With Captain Hydro, she can control water around her, and create her own. If she creates more than eight-nine tons in a single day, the headaches start and get worse the more water she creates. Just moving water doesn't seem to contribute to the headaches.
Tsunami can't control water that's already there, but when she creates water, she imparts it with an initial velocity. During PRT power testing, she spent the better part of an hour bored out of her skull creating water blast after water blast (generating several hundred tons of water) before the headaches actually started.
- Location
- Philippines
Gotcha, thanks for the answers. The different ways they use hydrokinesis is cool
(Interlude) Shooting Star
(INTERLUDE) SHOOTING STAR
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2002, Democratic Republic of Congo:
"Maybe we should cancel plans for Sunday. I can't believe how much History homework we got," Eve mumbled.
"Better History than math," Félix shrugged.
"You just like History better because you're hot for teacher," she grinned as they both entered the threshold of the family apartment. Her twin brother and her had teased each other over respective crushes since middle school, and showed no sign of stopping now that they'd turned eighteen.
"Or maybe I just enjoy knowing why our motherland is now called Congo instead of Zaïre."
"No you don't. Mom, we-"
She paused, seeing the expression on her mother's face. "Mom? Is everything all right?"
Her mother silently pointed to the TV set.
The news was on.
The Cognoscenti were dead.
Eve stared in shock.
The Cognoscenti. The international, nonprofit team of Thinkers gathered from all over Africa, working together to find solutions to the problems plaguing the continent. Stopping wars, stabilizing governments, fixing economies…
And somehow, despite all their Thinker powers, the entire team, down to the last parahuman, had been killed by a single bomb. The bomber, an associate of the team, left a message claiming the Cognoscenti were unwitting pawns of the Simugh.
Any thoughts of sisterly teasing, crushes, and plans for Sunday were replaced by the all-consuming knot in Eve's stomach.
2004, two months into civil war:
"Félix, listen to me! For God's sake listen to me!" she said as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
A stray bullet. Not even meant for them, just a sudden fight breaking between the army and the rebels in the middle of the city. Not even to the chest, it had just hit his leg. Why was it bleeding so much? How much blood did he have?
"Félix, please, keep breathing, just, don't go to sleep, talk to me, please talk to me," she kept mumbling panickedly as she tied a knot above his injury - was that how you stopped a hemorrhage?
Her brother said nothing. A minute later, he was no longer breathing.
Later on, she remembered screaming, and then being knocked out by an explosion. It was only days later, while recovering from her own injuries, that she realized she had caused the explosion herself.
2006, three months after Triple Alliance takeover of Kinshasa:
The man with the trimmed beard stepped in her way. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Same place as you."
"Don't think so. This isn't-"
"Look down."
He instinctively glanced down, seeing that her actual feet were hovering an inch above the floor. His objections to her attending the meeting evaporated after that.
There were less than twenty people inside, but everyone had a reason for going up against the Triple Alliance.
"So what's your story?"
"There isn't much of it," Eve replied. "I got my powers early in the civil war. I fought the rebels in the early days, but never joined the army."
"That was before the Triple Alliance?"
"Yeah."
"So what's your beef with them?"
"I've seen how they treat civilians. Anyone willing to set the world on fire just to stand on top of the ashes needs to be stopped, hard." The Triple Alliance weren't the ones who had killed Félix, but they were just another set of power-hungry warlords destroying the country.
"As good a reason as any. So what can you do?"
She grinned. "I've learned first aid, but mostly? I fly and shoot explosive rays. And I do both of these things very, very well."
"That I'd love to see. You got a name?"
"Météore's as good as any."
2009, three weeks after taking down the governor of Kisangani:
"What I'd like to know is how you found us. No offense, but the Triple Alliance have been hunting me for years."
"I have ways," the world's greatest Tinker replied. "Forgive the question, but… Golden Fist, the governor of Kisangani. What was the strategic logic behind killing him?"
"It wasn't strategy," Météore sighed. "It drew attention to us, forced us to evacuate, and the Triple Alliance replaced him easily." She paused. "He was a monster. He reveled in doing horrible things to anyone who refused his requests, and flaunting how he could get away with it. If we let people like him do whatever they want, if we can't protect the people from him, what's even the point of the resistance?"
"I get your meaning," Dragon nodded, or at least her robotic suit did. "Météore, I'll be honest. As things currently stand, I don't know how to take down the Triple Alliance. But the world is full of monsters like Golden Fist. The Guild tries to take as many of them down as we can. Someone like you would be extremely useful."
She paused to consider. "I wouldn't be stopping my work with the resistance."
"Of course."
"And you'll use your teleporter to help me smuggle refugees out of the country."
"A few dozens is simple enough. More than that could be hard."
"And you'll provide my men with material."
"We can't smuggle weapons-"
"Not weapons. First aid kits, traveling gear… heck, a single thousand dollars can make life much easier for a few dozen rebels around here."
"...I think that can be arranged."
Météore mentally noted to herself to track down her parents. She'd avoided her hometown for years, even if the Triple Alliance didn't know her civilian identity… she hoped… but getting them out of the country would do wonders for her peace of mind.
2010, Alexandria:
It had been a tough fight. Her body armor was intended to defend her from bullets, but a hit from Malik Almawt's beams would still have meant instant death.
Thankfully, her speed in the air and ability to turn on a dime had kept her from getting tagged as she had kept distracting him with her explosive blasts - long enough for Narwhal to slice his hand off. At that point, the fight had become far more manageable.
"Good job out there," the leader of the Guild told her as they waited for everyone to gather where Strider could teleport them out. "First time taking down an A-Class threat?"
"Yeah. I mean… I've been in an Endbringer fight. This was nothing in comparison."
"I hear you. A-Classes are a nightmare, but at least they sometimes go down."
Météore nodded grimly. Over the past year, she'd seen deployment with the Guild six times, counting today. Malik Almawt's capture was the greatest victory she'd witnessed heroes have, all things considered. She didn't regret joining the Guild - she had little doubt that they'd helped a lot of people on the way - but every month made her more aware of how outmatched the heroes of Earth-Bet globally were.
Last week:
"...avoid taking your forces to Kamina; the Thinkers there will locate you," Tattletale warned.
"Our safehouses in Kamina have always been just fine before."
"That was before we took down Madame Lustucru and then had a joint Nigerian-Kenyan army occupy Kolwezi. The Triple Alliance have to take the Guild, and by extension you as a resistance leader, a lot more seriously than they used to."
"Fair point." Tattletale was not the easiest person to work with (even if one chose to forget she was a villain), but her tips over the past few days had done a lot of good for the resistance. Figuring out Mobutu was the mole in the Iceberg Cell, cracking the latest code for Triple Alliance communication, correctly guessing some blackmail material on one of the parahuman officers in Kinshasa… the girl was a good ally and terrifying enemy, of that Météore had no doubt.
"I'd tell you not to rush into taking on the Triple Alliance," said the blonde, "but rushing into danger is what you usually do."
And then, of course, there was that aspect of Tattletale. She tended to be the answer to the question nobody asked.
"I know you're good at being a moving target," the Thinker went on, "but for a glass cannon, you're still taking awful risks in battle."
"So does Legend."
"Legend has much better range, and his powers tend to be indispensable. If he shows up, it's usually in a situation that hinges on his participation. You're useful, but you're not an A-lister. Most battles you're in won't be lost because you're a little more defensive. But you keep fighting like your death would be a small price to pay."
Météore gave her a level stare. "I'm not trying to die."
"No, but you're not trying that hard not to, either." Her eyes narrowed. "More like you feel you're part dead already, and you've got less to lose. It goes back to your trigger event," which Météore had, quite literally, never explained to anyone, "to the death of your twin sister." A pause. "Brother. Your twin brother."
"Good talk, Tattletale," Météore said icily as she flew away, cutting off anything else the girl had to say.
Not the easiest person to work with.
Perhaps not entirely wrong? But not entirely right, either.
Did she feel like she had died a bit with Félix, that day? Certainly.
Did she put herself through a lot of danger in order to get a good shot in during battle? Frequently.
But she didn't want to die.
She just recognized that… other people didn't, either.
And if every time Météore risked her life, several people survived… that was a pretty good exchange rate, as she saw things.
Now:
"Eidolon, keep culling their numbers! Everyone else, target any monsters who manage to reach the docks!" Legend shouted through his comms. Flying several hundred feet above the ground, he was beyond the range of most monsters' ranged attacks; whenever any of the flyers got close, he would briefly accelerate, moving several blocks away in half a second. His beams, unhindered by distance, kept accurately striking enemies; several of his attacks had curved to enter the storm drains and destroy anything inside.
Eidolon was using a combination of a Breaker power (making himself intangible and impossible for the enemy's attacks to affect), a Shaker power (creating a sphere around himself, approximately 50 feet in radius, that disintegrated all organic matter), and a Mover power (allowing him to rapidly teleport across the battlefield); he was constantly blinking from location to location, taking out clusters of monsters while avoiding getting in range of his teammates or the coast. Météore strongly suspected he'd killed a four-digit number of Nilbog's creatures by now.
Dragon, via her omnimetal Azazel suit, was focusing her attention on flyers, taking them out with missiles, energy beams, anti-material gunshots, and in some cases built-in melee weapons. A few had managed to land hits on her, but the damage was fairly minor. At least, by Météore's reckoning; she was hardly a Tinker.
Meanwhile, Dauntless and Météore kept flying fast at low altitudes, blasting at monsters that were reaching the urban area despite Eidolon's best efforts.
Nilbog's army was suffering fatalities at an extremely rapid pace.
And it was not enough. Météore could tell. There were simply too many of them. With every passing minute, the numbers getting past them were greater, the pressure building up, the attacks she had to dodge more frequent. It was reaching the point where, despite rising target density, she was attacking less and less frequently, due to the near-constant need to defend.
Should I stick to high-altitude fighting? I would no longer be able to hit their ground forces, but at least I'd only only have to worry about their flyers-
At the last moment, she became aware of a ground group aiming at her, and zagged thirty yards to the left, barely avoiding dozens of spines - each one long as an arrow, strong enough to pierce concrete, and shooting up in the air as fast as a bullet.
And that's when she realized her desperate dodging had taken her close to a flyer.
She shot up.
Almost in time.
A glob of blue acid had hit her right leg. It was quickly eating through the body armor. It had also instantly erupted into flame.
She was only vaguely aware of the flyer being killed by a micro-missile from Dragon as she screamed in pain and accelerated to her top flying speed to shake as much of the burning acid as she could. At last, despite the pain, the flames seemed to have died down, but her flying had only gotten her closer to the larger enemy concentration. She could already see a squad of flyers heading her way.
Shit shit shit, I should just retreat while I still-
And that was when a sudden implosion caused over a dozen of the enemy flyers to be instantly flung together into a single spot, crushing them.
Then a cape she didn't recognize launched himself at some of the ground-based monsters, grabbing one of them and using it as a weapon to clobber the others.
Quickly looking around, she saw several capes she didn't recognize, and barely caught sight of Strider teleporting away.
"Brazilian reinforcement reporting," one of them saluted before focusing her attention on Nilbog's monsters.
Despite the intense pain in her leg, Météore grinned.
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2002, Democratic Republic of Congo:
"Maybe we should cancel plans for Sunday. I can't believe how much History homework we got," Eve mumbled.
"Better History than math," Félix shrugged.
"You just like History better because you're hot for teacher," she grinned as they both entered the threshold of the family apartment. Her twin brother and her had teased each other over respective crushes since middle school, and showed no sign of stopping now that they'd turned eighteen.
"Or maybe I just enjoy knowing why our motherland is now called Congo instead of Zaïre."
"No you don't. Mom, we-"
She paused, seeing the expression on her mother's face. "Mom? Is everything all right?"
Her mother silently pointed to the TV set.
The news was on.
The Cognoscenti were dead.
Eve stared in shock.
The Cognoscenti. The international, nonprofit team of Thinkers gathered from all over Africa, working together to find solutions to the problems plaguing the continent. Stopping wars, stabilizing governments, fixing economies…
And somehow, despite all their Thinker powers, the entire team, down to the last parahuman, had been killed by a single bomb. The bomber, an associate of the team, left a message claiming the Cognoscenti were unwitting pawns of the Simugh.
Any thoughts of sisterly teasing, crushes, and plans for Sunday were replaced by the all-consuming knot in Eve's stomach.
2004, two months into civil war:
"Félix, listen to me! For God's sake listen to me!" she said as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.
A stray bullet. Not even meant for them, just a sudden fight breaking between the army and the rebels in the middle of the city. Not even to the chest, it had just hit his leg. Why was it bleeding so much? How much blood did he have?
"Félix, please, keep breathing, just, don't go to sleep, talk to me, please talk to me," she kept mumbling panickedly as she tied a knot above his injury - was that how you stopped a hemorrhage?
Her brother said nothing. A minute later, he was no longer breathing.
Later on, she remembered screaming, and then being knocked out by an explosion. It was only days later, while recovering from her own injuries, that she realized she had caused the explosion herself.
2006, three months after Triple Alliance takeover of Kinshasa:
The man with the trimmed beard stepped in her way. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Same place as you."
"Don't think so. This isn't-"
"Look down."
He instinctively glanced down, seeing that her actual feet were hovering an inch above the floor. His objections to her attending the meeting evaporated after that.
There were less than twenty people inside, but everyone had a reason for going up against the Triple Alliance.
"So what's your story?"
"There isn't much of it," Eve replied. "I got my powers early in the civil war. I fought the rebels in the early days, but never joined the army."
"That was before the Triple Alliance?"
"Yeah."
"So what's your beef with them?"
"I've seen how they treat civilians. Anyone willing to set the world on fire just to stand on top of the ashes needs to be stopped, hard." The Triple Alliance weren't the ones who had killed Félix, but they were just another set of power-hungry warlords destroying the country.
"As good a reason as any. So what can you do?"
She grinned. "I've learned first aid, but mostly? I fly and shoot explosive rays. And I do both of these things very, very well."
"That I'd love to see. You got a name?"
"Météore's as good as any."
2009, three weeks after taking down the governor of Kisangani:
"What I'd like to know is how you found us. No offense, but the Triple Alliance have been hunting me for years."
"I have ways," the world's greatest Tinker replied. "Forgive the question, but… Golden Fist, the governor of Kisangani. What was the strategic logic behind killing him?"
"It wasn't strategy," Météore sighed. "It drew attention to us, forced us to evacuate, and the Triple Alliance replaced him easily." She paused. "He was a monster. He reveled in doing horrible things to anyone who refused his requests, and flaunting how he could get away with it. If we let people like him do whatever they want, if we can't protect the people from him, what's even the point of the resistance?"
"I get your meaning," Dragon nodded, or at least her robotic suit did. "Météore, I'll be honest. As things currently stand, I don't know how to take down the Triple Alliance. But the world is full of monsters like Golden Fist. The Guild tries to take as many of them down as we can. Someone like you would be extremely useful."
She paused to consider. "I wouldn't be stopping my work with the resistance."
"Of course."
"And you'll use your teleporter to help me smuggle refugees out of the country."
"A few dozens is simple enough. More than that could be hard."
"And you'll provide my men with material."
"We can't smuggle weapons-"
"Not weapons. First aid kits, traveling gear… heck, a single thousand dollars can make life much easier for a few dozen rebels around here."
"...I think that can be arranged."
Météore mentally noted to herself to track down her parents. She'd avoided her hometown for years, even if the Triple Alliance didn't know her civilian identity… she hoped… but getting them out of the country would do wonders for her peace of mind.
2010, Alexandria:
It had been a tough fight. Her body armor was intended to defend her from bullets, but a hit from Malik Almawt's beams would still have meant instant death.
Thankfully, her speed in the air and ability to turn on a dime had kept her from getting tagged as she had kept distracting him with her explosive blasts - long enough for Narwhal to slice his hand off. At that point, the fight had become far more manageable.
"Good job out there," the leader of the Guild told her as they waited for everyone to gather where Strider could teleport them out. "First time taking down an A-Class threat?"
"Yeah. I mean… I've been in an Endbringer fight. This was nothing in comparison."
"I hear you. A-Classes are a nightmare, but at least they sometimes go down."
Météore nodded grimly. Over the past year, she'd seen deployment with the Guild six times, counting today. Malik Almawt's capture was the greatest victory she'd witnessed heroes have, all things considered. She didn't regret joining the Guild - she had little doubt that they'd helped a lot of people on the way - but every month made her more aware of how outmatched the heroes of Earth-Bet globally were.
Last week:
"...avoid taking your forces to Kamina; the Thinkers there will locate you," Tattletale warned.
"Our safehouses in Kamina have always been just fine before."
"That was before we took down Madame Lustucru and then had a joint Nigerian-Kenyan army occupy Kolwezi. The Triple Alliance have to take the Guild, and by extension you as a resistance leader, a lot more seriously than they used to."
"Fair point." Tattletale was not the easiest person to work with (even if one chose to forget she was a villain), but her tips over the past few days had done a lot of good for the resistance. Figuring out Mobutu was the mole in the Iceberg Cell, cracking the latest code for Triple Alliance communication, correctly guessing some blackmail material on one of the parahuman officers in Kinshasa… the girl was a good ally and terrifying enemy, of that Météore had no doubt.
"I'd tell you not to rush into taking on the Triple Alliance," said the blonde, "but rushing into danger is what you usually do."
And then, of course, there was that aspect of Tattletale. She tended to be the answer to the question nobody asked.
"I know you're good at being a moving target," the Thinker went on, "but for a glass cannon, you're still taking awful risks in battle."
"So does Legend."
"Legend has much better range, and his powers tend to be indispensable. If he shows up, it's usually in a situation that hinges on his participation. You're useful, but you're not an A-lister. Most battles you're in won't be lost because you're a little more defensive. But you keep fighting like your death would be a small price to pay."
Météore gave her a level stare. "I'm not trying to die."
"No, but you're not trying that hard not to, either." Her eyes narrowed. "More like you feel you're part dead already, and you've got less to lose. It goes back to your trigger event," which Météore had, quite literally, never explained to anyone, "to the death of your twin sister." A pause. "Brother. Your twin brother."
"Good talk, Tattletale," Météore said icily as she flew away, cutting off anything else the girl had to say.
Not the easiest person to work with.
Perhaps not entirely wrong? But not entirely right, either.
Did she feel like she had died a bit with Félix, that day? Certainly.
Did she put herself through a lot of danger in order to get a good shot in during battle? Frequently.
But she didn't want to die.
She just recognized that… other people didn't, either.
And if every time Météore risked her life, several people survived… that was a pretty good exchange rate, as she saw things.
Now:
"Eidolon, keep culling their numbers! Everyone else, target any monsters who manage to reach the docks!" Legend shouted through his comms. Flying several hundred feet above the ground, he was beyond the range of most monsters' ranged attacks; whenever any of the flyers got close, he would briefly accelerate, moving several blocks away in half a second. His beams, unhindered by distance, kept accurately striking enemies; several of his attacks had curved to enter the storm drains and destroy anything inside.
Eidolon was using a combination of a Breaker power (making himself intangible and impossible for the enemy's attacks to affect), a Shaker power (creating a sphere around himself, approximately 50 feet in radius, that disintegrated all organic matter), and a Mover power (allowing him to rapidly teleport across the battlefield); he was constantly blinking from location to location, taking out clusters of monsters while avoiding getting in range of his teammates or the coast. Météore strongly suspected he'd killed a four-digit number of Nilbog's creatures by now.
Dragon, via her omnimetal Azazel suit, was focusing her attention on flyers, taking them out with missiles, energy beams, anti-material gunshots, and in some cases built-in melee weapons. A few had managed to land hits on her, but the damage was fairly minor. At least, by Météore's reckoning; she was hardly a Tinker.
Meanwhile, Dauntless and Météore kept flying fast at low altitudes, blasting at monsters that were reaching the urban area despite Eidolon's best efforts.
Nilbog's army was suffering fatalities at an extremely rapid pace.
And it was not enough. Météore could tell. There were simply too many of them. With every passing minute, the numbers getting past them were greater, the pressure building up, the attacks she had to dodge more frequent. It was reaching the point where, despite rising target density, she was attacking less and less frequently, due to the near-constant need to defend.
Should I stick to high-altitude fighting? I would no longer be able to hit their ground forces, but at least I'd only only have to worry about their flyers-
At the last moment, she became aware of a ground group aiming at her, and zagged thirty yards to the left, barely avoiding dozens of spines - each one long as an arrow, strong enough to pierce concrete, and shooting up in the air as fast as a bullet.
And that's when she realized her desperate dodging had taken her close to a flyer.
She shot up.
Almost in time.
A glob of blue acid had hit her right leg. It was quickly eating through the body armor. It had also instantly erupted into flame.
She was only vaguely aware of the flyer being killed by a micro-missile from Dragon as she screamed in pain and accelerated to her top flying speed to shake as much of the burning acid as she could. At last, despite the pain, the flames seemed to have died down, but her flying had only gotten her closer to the larger enemy concentration. She could already see a squad of flyers heading her way.
Shit shit shit, I should just retreat while I still-
And that was when a sudden implosion caused over a dozen of the enemy flyers to be instantly flung together into a single spot, crushing them.
Then a cape she didn't recognize launched himself at some of the ground-based monsters, grabbing one of them and using it as a weapon to clobber the others.
Quickly looking around, she saw several capes she didn't recognize, and barely caught sight of Strider teleporting away.
"Brazilian reinforcement reporting," one of them saluted before focusing her attention on Nilbog's monsters.
Despite the intense pain in her leg, Météore grinned.
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I thought for sure this would end with Météore dying as a way of showing there are consequences to votes. Not that doing something else instead of going to help the heroes fighting Nilbog's army is necessarily the wrong decision, but there are opportunity costs. Go help one group instead of another, and the situation you're not at will turn out worse.
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh HELL YES.
I love Karmic Reinforcements so, so much.
Man every update in this story reminds me why it's worth the wait.
I love Karmic Reinforcements so, so much.
Man every update in this story reminds me why it's worth the wait.
Phew, I was about to say, don't make me love someone and then kill them. That would've sucked.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
Yeah, that would get Lisa's attention, and Météore has no way of knowing how, nor how much that means to Lisa.
Very nice to see the positive effects the Avatar is having on the world.
Oh this heroes brother was trans I see…I approve
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I don't see anything pointing against that, but where are you seeing it?
When Lisa said that the hero brother was her twin sister