A Different Kind of Whale (Worm/FGO-based Gamer, a FI ft. Nihilo)

Chapter 19: 2-6 [Update]
January 19th

"Good morning, young lady. Young master. If you would be so kind as to vacate the bed so we can finally get around to cleaning after the young lady?" The next morning, Outis and Elizabeth were woken up by the looming form of the head maid of the castle… Bernadett, Outis recalled. Although he could only recognise her by her voice as the woman waiting patiently at the side of the bed was decidedly more… detailed than the morning before. A heart shaped face framed by the luscious, white locks of hair and ruby red eyes, fairly tall. Liz had excellent taste, he noted.

"Mmmust we?" The pinkette snuggling into his side mumbled as her tail swatted at the maid.

The unimpressed look Bernadett sent her way, even as she pushed the extra appendage with a gloved hand, was on a wholly different level now that there was a detailed face behind it. Well, that took care of any doubts Outis may've had as to her identity. "Seeing as you are not, in fact, still going at it, I assume our work wouldn't go to waste and that at least one of you is ready to be a productive person today."

"C'mon, Liz, I'll bridal carry you down to the hall." The black haired man offered with a stifled yawn.

"She will walk, or else you will just be dragged into another room." Bernadett countermanded immediately.

"I'm not that bad!" The Countess squawked, tail shooting up ramrod straight.

"I believed so as well, and then you actually got married." The head maid countered mercilessly.

…Outis made a small mental note to buy condoms as soon as possible. Any other Servant short of Medb, he wouldn't be concerned, but Liz'd had like five children and if anyone was going to figure out how to fudge the system to keep the track record going…

"Hmph!" Despite that, Liz slid from the bed with complete lack of concern for her state of dress, or the lack thereof.

[Since Bernadett broke the ice, I might as well provide a status update on the results of the night's events.]
[Even if the most obvious one has made itself apparent already.]

"The castle has been… renovated." Bernadett confirms. "We have lost the dungeons entirely, not that they were in much use. Thankfully, whatever magics keep you updated on the technological progress saw fit to make sure the staff are as well, or else we would be lost with all these new amenities."

[Now, to make matters official.]
[Beauty and the Beast Strengthening Interlude complete.]
[Rewards: Báthory Erzsébet unlocked. Elizabeth Bathory Bond Level 6, Elizabeth Bathory Ascension 1, Elizabeth Bathory (Caster) obtained, Mecha Elizabeth mk. 1 and mk. 2 partially obtained]
[Elizabeth Bathory: Charisma C upgrades to Idol's Charisma A, Torture Technique A replaced with Sárkány Inheritor A]

[Idol's Charisma allows manifested Elizabeth in particular to freely switch between Lancer and Caster class. The function is absent from the version granted by the Install.]
[The wraiths, as part of the castle, can be summoned and sustained in a radius centred on Elizabeth.]
[Additionally, using Báthory Erzsébet allows for an instant transition between Elizabeth's Territory and the site of her Noble Phantasm's deployment]

"I much doubt we would be of much use to the young lady in combat." Bernadett huffs. "Not at the level she operates nowadays."

"It would cut down on the costs of hiring actual back-up dancers…" Liz mused aloud as she allowed another maid to go through the motions of helping her dress up.

The head maid sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Young lady, I would remind you that we have jobs already, superficial as magic appears to make them. You would also need to take the time to bring them up to speed on the modern way of dancing and playing."

"Just consider the lessons a fair exchange with the fact you can now appear out of thin air to rein her in." Outis chuckled as he stretched languidly, bare feet deeply appreciating the new parquet as he stepped off to flip through his admittedly limited wardrobe.

"Moou~" The dragoness pouted before blinking. "...What's up with those two robots, by the way?"

[They qualify, according to my databases, as distinct enough Servants that are part of the gacha pool. They are also, technically speaking, part of the castle itself.]
[As such, between that and the fact they were defeated without being destroyed, they remained behind even once the Interlude finished. However, to draw upon their capabilities directly or manifest them beyond the boundaries of the castle, Outis would still need to actually draw them from the pool.]

"Mark Two was well behaved enough, although I'm not so sure about Mark One." Outis hummed as he finished buttoning up his shirt. "How's everyone been holding up after yesterday's shock, Bernadett?"

"Currently gathered in the Great Hall." The maid replied as she opened the door for them. "I believe they wished to spend the rest of the night together as a form of reassurance."




The staircase leading down from Elizabeth's bedroom to her solar and below, to the rest of the castle was already an indicator of the changes to Csejte. Modern, mahogany railings and electrical lamps casting the descent in a soft, pink glow. But it was the Great Hall that truly drove it home that the castle had been modernised beyond belief.

It was now illuminated by a trio of sprawling chandeliers with myriad of crystal doo-dads hanging off of them and reflecting the light in the twinkling, golden glow. The high table was still there, raised above the rest of the room, a long and carved piece of laminated, dark oak. Elizabeth's throne remained pretty much unchanged, while the rest of the seats at the high table gained more elaborate backrests, with generous plush seating in burnt orange.

The three full room length tables were gone, replaced with a myriad of more private seating arrangements, small rectangular tables with four sofa chairs each, everything in black, orange and red. Even the floor received a bit of a glow up, the wood shining with polished freshness.

All in all, it felt a bit like Elizabeth presided over a five star hotel, with her own position seemingly easily turned towards a more defensive purpose.

"Commander, Elizabeth." Nightingale greeted them from an out of the way side-table where she was tending to a hunched-over Parian. The dark-skinned girl looked up and flashed Liz a shaky smile, before looking down again.

[Parian Bond Level 2 gained]

Moriarty was sitting at his usual spot, engrossed in his laptop, while the Dallon sisters had their own spot off the main table, all but glued to one another.

"Sup, lovebirds, finally decided to grace us with your presence?" Victoria greeted them jokingly. Even still, her hand hadn't stopped rubbing Amy's back.

"More like Bernadett all but chased us out of the room with a broom." Outis chuckled after shooting Head Nurse a nod. He made to start heading towards his usual seat, but Liz beat him to the punch, slipping away from him and marching right into the middle of the hall. Her eyes swept across the whole of it, lingering for a moment on each man and woman under her roof.

And then, she bowed practically at a ninety degree angle. "I AM SO VERY SORRY, EVERYONE! I LET PERSONAL MATTERS ENDANGER YOU WHEN YOU WERE MY GUESTS! I AM TRULY, DEEPLY SORRY FOR ALL THE DISTRESS!" It was impressively loud, almost on the level of an actual dragon breath, felt in the bones as it filled the air.

Although, given she used her tail to counterbalance her sharp movement, she also gave Outis an eyeful of her backside. He had no idea if that was intentional and either way he knew discretion was the better part of valour.

Victoria grimaced as she poked her ear. "Didn't know you had 'create psychotic supervillains to hit my house' in your bag of powers." She commented dryly. "Hell of a way to learn magic is real, gotta admit."

"I have already told everyone back when they saved me." Parian added quietly as she shuffled uneasily over to Elizabeth and knelt in front of her, cupping Elizabeth's face in her hands. "But you explicitly told me I might be targeted by villains and I still signed up, didn't I?"

"Waaaaaaa! Saaabah~!" The dragon girl cried, quite literally going by the tears streaming down her face, falling onto the other girl, throwing her arms around her neck.

Outis couldn't help his fond smile. Really, was it any wonder he'd fallen for this girl?

"I diagnose that girl with hysteria." Nightingale muttered dryly as she massaged her temples.

Victoria just shook her head as she grabbed her sister and shuffled around the emotional Liz over to Outis. "So, was the bitch the only projection or are the others the same?" She asked straight out of the gate.

"They aren't projections in the parahuman sense, but yes." The Master of Cards replied as he leaned against the wall. "I am the only one made of ordinary flesh and blood here, Brocktonites notwithstanding."

"They definitely look and feel like regular flesh and blood." Amy grunted. "For a given value of regular. So whatever bullshit power makes them, it goes above and beyond what is strictly necessary."

"You can say that again." Outis chuckled, shaking his head softly. "I'd tell you more, but while I put up what protections I could against nosy Thinkers, this world sure has some obnoxious clairvoyants. Only reason I'm not having this whole conversation through Da'at is that I don't want to leave Vicky out of it."

"Still can't believe your mission control gal runs on the literal power of friendship." Victoria chortled, shaking her head. "Don't think anyone would believe that's a legit power."

[Friendship and irresponsible spending.]
[Disregarding how little of the latter you are doing.]

"Fairy Queen exists, at this point I can believe anything is a legit power." Amy countered.

"Fair. Now, back to responsible sibling track." Victoria sighed as she clapped her hands and focused on Outis. "I decided to trust you with Ames and… okay, this kinda shook it a little bit, but I would be hypocritical if a villain attack made me walk it back. A single unconnected villain with personal grudge 'gainst Lizzy?" She shook her head. "Fuck, it has been eight of us New Wave against Empire's numbers and they know a lot about us."

"But, Outis, here's a thing. Empire ain't Marche. Four capes, no matter how versatile your bullshit is, just isn't a recipe for success, and whenever they are hit seriously, the Empire strikes back. And I don't want Ames to go way of aunt Fleur."

"I hear you. Give me a second, let me see what I can do." Outis said with a sigh, even as he sent out a telepathic message to all his manifested Servants. [We need intel and firepower. All of you know who I'm thinking of. Yay or nay?]

[She is not exactly a good fit for a heroic look and will require some defrosting before she is pleasant company, but she will not deliberately plunge a knife in your back.] Moriarty offered immediately.

[It will be a very bumpy ride for everyone but you even if she warms up to you, Commander.] Nightingale sighed.

[...She isn't as bad as she was.] Elizabeth gave her opinion. [But you will need to pay attention to her for the foreseeable future, Darling. She is proud, and believes herself a monster incompatible with humans. I believe she won't go out of her way to be a deliberate monster, at least.]

[Tonight or tomorrow, then. Best to give everyone a bit of breathing room before I bring her out to play.] Outis decided with a bob of his head, before his mind moved on to another colossal asset. [Any objections to me bringing out our regular Assassin in the meantime? The cat is out of the bag already, may as well reassure everyone by summoning her right here and now.]

[She will put up a high and mighty act, Darling, but she is a sweetheart, deep down. So don't let the first impressions get to you.] Elizabeth advised with a mental equivalent of a sigh. [Besides, you need practice wrangling more difficult people before you try for someone actually difficult.]

"Alright, we have a heavy hitter on the way, she'll be here by tomorrow morning." The Master of Cards said as he stepped off the wall, back and shoulders straight for all his smile was crooked, "In the meantime, would you like to meet genuine royalty?"

The sisters exchanged glances before Vicky shrugged. "Ye, sure. Not sure what's so special 'bout that, but go for it."

That was all leave Outis needed to stroll to the centre of the Great Hall, the main table tall and proud behind him. A flick of his wrist was all it took, Card sinking into the plush carpet. The circle manifested, the orbs of white began their dance turning rainbow before a pillar of milky white interwoven with glittering gold before it exploded outwards, showering everyone around liberally with golden dust.

The woman who stood in front of Outis was about five foot six, with long, jade-hued green hair reaching almost to the ground. It was cut into an even line just above her eyes, also green if a couple shades lighter, with a mole under the right one. A flowing, white robe split from under her generous bust revealing her stomach. A series of gold ornaments pulled the material to her right, preserving her modesty with just a hint of undergarments. Her arms were bare, save for the bands of pure gold clasping them over the elbows and at the wrist, with gold rings resting on her fingers.

She struck a pose, right hand resting on her cocked hip, head held high enough she was managing to look down on everyone present despite the dais.

"Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator is here!" She declared with a haughty smirk. "With this summoning and the contract formed, you may consider your life to have peaked."

"... Holy shit she has an attitude." Victoria whispered in muted awe. "And that's your stealth woman?"

Amy, on the other hand, seemed to be far more interested in the thin strip of skin Cleopatra's outfit was showing off.

[Assassin class, naturally.]
[Truly, fate has a sense of humour regarding these things.]

"Welcome to the Csejte vára, your majesty." Outis greeted the Last Pharaoh with a genuine smile and hands folded behind his back, not one trace of contempt in his address. She was a queen and would be addressed as such until their relationship became more than professional. His only point of resistance was in offering a nod of acknowledgement instead of a proper bow. "The staff are preparing your accommodations as we speak and I will see about reuniting you with Emperor Julius as swiftly as luck and funds permit."

[Cleopatra Bond Level 2 gained]

There was a flash of surprise in the woman's eyes, quickly hidden as she recomposed herself, even though she did lower her head so she was looking Outis in the eyes at the level instead of the ridiculous display of haughtiness she did not a minute earlier. "I- I thank you, my summoner. I do advise you to work dearly for those funds, neither me nor Julius are people willing to suffer plebeian accommodations for longer than absolutely necessary."

"Wasn't 'Julius' a soldier?" Moriarty murmured with an astonished shake of his head. "Roman opinions on luxury are well documented."

"I will, naturally, be holding you up to your promise." Cleopatra continued as she crossed her arms under her bust (a choked, unintelligible sound escaped Amy's throat) before taking in the Great Hall with a nod. "How nostalgic, to be gracing the halls of Csejte with my presence once more immediately upon summoning." Turning around, she spotted Elizabeth on the floor, still holding Sabah in her grasp. The parahuman was visibly torn between her arms full of affectionate monster girl and the vision of beauty who just appeared out of thin air. "The same as always, Countess?"

"Just about, Pharaoh." Liz sighed as she stood up, pulling the dumbfounded Sabah along her. "Darling will give you the tour of the place since you barely bothered to look around the last… two times you were here. I think I will go see what Mk.1 and 2 are doing. Maybe I can even convince them to get some actual names~!" She added as she waved her goodbyes, primarily at Outis, while dragging Sabah with her.

"Jealous little thing, isn't she." Moriarty chuckled as he slid his laptop to the side.

"A bit of overreaction." Cleopatra responded in kind, shaking her head. "Her tastes are a bit less restrictive than mine, after all. Unless she is willing to let me have a go at her staff…" The woman hummed as she spotted one of the wraith-maids scuttling around. Who was, just like Bernadett, another white-haired, red eyed girl.

"Women." Nightingale ground out.

[Are you not one as well, Miss Nightingale?]

"We do the most with what we are given." The nurse replied tersely.

How Guda managed hundreds of Servants, Outis would never know.




"One of these days, I must ask Elizabeth just how she had managed… all of this." Cleopatra confessed as she walked slightly behind Outis through the halls of Csejte, now well lit with electrical lights alongside the ceiling, some of which at least were coloured instead of uniformly bright white. "While Servants do get an update on modern times, it's usually not… comprehensive enough to allow us to do this kind of thing. Not unless we actually had the relevant skills already, and those Servants wouldn't need the update."

It certainly was impressive enough how the whole castle now looked like a thematic, modern high-class hotel conversion. A (very brief) stop by the now installed 'public' bathrooms dotting the halls revealed proper plumbing in addition to electricity, the doors to servant rooms and guest quarters were upgraded with more modern locks. The passing Wraiths even revealed modern cleaning equipment. As well as modernised… 'self defence tools'. It was a truly bizarre anachronism.

"She is a veteran of the Moon Cell Wars, perhaps she learned from there?" Outis theorised with a fractional tilt of his head even as he drank in the changes. How Liz had managed to blend the mediaeval castle charm with Dubai's particular flavour of high class hotel was beyond him, but damn if it didn't work. "It wouldn't be her strangest feat, that woman is truly terrifying when she puts her mind to something."

There was no helping the fond, proud smile pulling at his lips.




Elizabeth hummed an absent minded tune she remembered from… was it the Moon? Probably. Most of her repertoire was saved from there. Hell of a first place to be summoned into, she had to admit. Still, she hummed as she worked on putting Mk.2's internals back where they belonged. Clue was in the name. To the side, Sabah was watching with morbid fascination as she converted power armour back into a robot.

"Honestly." She harrumphed as she twisted her wrist and exerted extra force to shove a bit where it should connect. "That bitch had to be coasting on the flimsy connection between us. This is amateur work. You're lucky she didn't fuck anything up permanently."

"I have noticed." Mk.2 agreed flatly as it stared straight ahead. Really, Mk.1 and Mk.2 (she refused to share name with them) were, for all that they were advanced beyond compare, showing their origin as guardian statues. With the tech on display they should have an array of functions enabling them much greater body language mimicry… or was that just Mk.2's insistence on viewing herself as a weapon first and foremost. "Query, Elizabeth Bathory."

"Hmmm?"

"Even with the information package updating one's knowledge base, I am not aware of any circumstance which would grant you the access to the kind of knowledge base necessary for the modifications to Csejte you have performed…. Or for the kind of repairs you are providing right now."

"She shouldn't?" Sabah blinked in confusion. Darling's explanation back in the Great Hall was fairly well translated into parahuman lingo but there were still things that tripped the capes.

"Negative. The knowledge package ought to bring the historical basis up to speed to avoid confusion, but it shouldn't grant an actual proficiency, unless it is necessary within the bounds of Servant's skillset, like Riding skill translating into new modes of transportation." Mk. 2 explained.

Elizabeth grinned to herself as she leaned deeper into the machine's chassis, the light held between teeth showing her the particularly tricky portion of hydraulics. "Oh, that's 'cause of my first Master!" She mumbled through the tube in her mouth. "Kinda bitch, but also super advanced AI from a way higher tech base than here or Chaldea. Cheats like you wouldn't believe."

"You had an AI for a summoner the first time?" Ahhhh, Sabah's confused voice was cute~. Cute!

"Yep. She called herself BB, never explained what the initials meant and was hard into dom loss. So, you know, played the evil AI tyrant overlord to the hilt." She could understand. While she appeared fairly generic, Hakuno was a very cute girl. Bit more passive than even Ritsuka, but certainly not bad to look at. "Went rogue, smashed the data of a couple big shot goddesses into herself… Moon Cell was kinda like the Matrix." Elizabeth added as a way of explaining the Moon efficiently. "Ayway, she souped herself up and then went about acquiring minions and modifying them to perform better too." Most of said minions being her 'children', but still, Elizabeth herself benefitted too. "I just hoarded her gifts real well and made sure she didn't notice she never took them back~."

"You sure boasting about getting one over an advanced AI with god complex is - aaaahhhhh, that's the spot - smart?"

Elizabeth chortled as she finally finished with Mk.2 "Probably not, but she is not here so what's the worst that can happen?"
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"Let us see if Fortuna smiles on us today." Outis hummed as he stood in one of the castle's many lounges, Cleopatra artfully sprawled across the sofa next to him. Honestly, he was pretty sure the place had become bigger on the inside.

[Deploying Chamber of Guf.]

A brilliant, blue circle manifested on the floor in front of them, a deck of cards floating perfectly in the middle, just waiting for the pulling hand.

"It really plays up the theme to the hilt." Cleopatra commented as she observed the lightshow. The woman did her level best to appear nonchalant, but the light reflected in her eyes just so to capture the hunger.

"A pinch of showmanship goes a long way." The Master of Cards chuckled, drawing out a streamer of cards with a flourish, twirling them into a perfect circle. The Cards glowed white, even as their Classes solidified on their backs in sequence. Saber, Saber, Assassin, Archer, Rider, Archer, Assassin, Assassin, Caster, Moon Cancer.

The first Saber Card's stock image glowed and peeled away in a shower of pink particles revealing an extremely skimpily armoured Elizabeth.

[Saber: Elizabeth Bathory (Brave) obtained.]
[The Moon Moon of Elizabeths.]

The rest followed suit, until it was the Moon Cancer's turn. The dreadful suspicion was only confirmed as the 'stock image' peeled away in a veritable curtain of heart-shaped, pearly-pink foam…

[Moon Cancer: Sessyoin Kiara obtained.]

"Burn it. Burn it right now." Outis ordered, voice strained with a hysterical edge. He was not dealing with that woman. Not now, not ever, not even with an army of Hans duplicates to berate her into submission.

The Card was immediately consumed by the white flames. This time, unlike with ol' Gilles, the white flames were generously streaked with strands of purple, burning away the original image and etching a new one. The purple colouration of the generic card fit suspiciously well with the figure.

[Meltrylis Bond Level 2 gained.]


[̸̞̄B̷̗̾B̷̀͜ ̸̩̊B̷͖͊ȯ̴̳n̶̮͑d̵̦̿ ̶̇͜Ľ̸̮e̷̦͋v̷͖̅ë̵̞́l̵̤̎ ̶̹̈́1̸̞̂ ̵̫̓g̷͖͊ḁ̵̚ị̷̆n̶̤͆e̷̳̐d̴̺͘]̵̖͌
̷̩͗[̸͓̎P̶̰̀â̵̻s̷͙̚s̷̥͝i̷̠͗o̷̡̍n̴̞͊l̷̮̀i̷͇̊p̵̬̂ ̸̙͂B̸̤͘o̴̺͋n̷̰̈́d̶̻̾ ̶̜̆L̶̻͝e̵̲̓ṿ̸͝e̷̬͘l̸͙̉ ̸͔͑1̵͍̏ ̵̫̂g̸͚͗ả̷̦i̵̘͑ṉ̸͊e̸̯̽ḏ̴͝]̶̼͗

[Chromatic Card of Moon Cancer obtained.]
[STR: E AGI: E END: E MGI: D LCK: D NP: E]

[Magic Resistance: E]
[Territory Creation: E]
[Item Construction: E]

[N/A]

[NP: Ņ̵̡̗̩͎͕̹̲͉̩̎̈́̋̂̈͝/̶͔̪̑̃̀̌́̕͠A̶̟̍̈́̌͊̃͆̂͐̅ C.C.C: Celestial Connection Contract]
[Rank: E] [Type: Anti-Unit]
[Effect: Use it to tune up for the BB Channel~!]
[You are welcome, Senpai-candidate~!]

[I feel violated.] Da'at commented with a clear shudder in its voice.

"..." Outis' face was utterly blank, before breaking into a grin brittle as glass, eyes utterly dead. "So! Who wants to check out the minibar?"

He wasn't about to face the very real possibility of needing to enable a reality-warping AI's defeated villainess fetish sober. At least he would be really putting his back into the grinding, wasn't that grand, Da'at?

[I am asking Shaper for the finest junk data it has.] The voice of the system agreed.


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Chapter 20: 2-7 [Upload]
January 19th

"Are you certain you are up to this, Commander?" Nightingale fussed as she and Outis approached Brockton Bay General Hospital for their first trial run of being licensed cape healers. "You might not be drunk per se, but the kind of nerves which drive one to open a bottle don't just go away with the intoxication."

"I don't have any control over what trouble BB decides to stir up, so fixing problems I do have control over should help." Violet Caster replied with a shake of her head, floppy hat doing as was its wont with the motion. Besides, despite what media liked to claim? Getting a good buzz going had helped. It relaxed her enough to stop freaking out and start coming to terms with the reality of the situation.

Unfortunately, that amounted to a tired resignation that there was a sword hanging over their heads and nothing could really be done about it other than getting strong enough to give BB a satisfying defeat.

Nightingale accepted the reasoning with a pat on Caster's shoulder as the two made their entrance into hospital and were led to a meeting with the director to hash out the details of their work.

"Miss Nightingale, Miss Epopeia, welcome, welcome." The director greeted them with a smile, motioning for a pair of chairs in front of his desk. He was on the thin side, with slowly greying brown hair and laugh lines. A woman from administrative staff was sitting on the sofa to the side with a laptop on her lap. "Pleasure to see you two. Even if you have applied for those parahuman certificates, I wasn't really expecting to see you actually make the decision to work with us, or any other official place. Independent capes do love being unbound." He added with a soft chuckle.

"I get the warm fuzzies from helping patients and easing the workload of you people, I get paid for it so I can fill my gut with good food after a shift and the gangs will be a whole lot more reluctant of punking me and mine. What's not to love?" Outis said with a smile echoed in her faceplate, eyelights turning to half-moons and getting a liberal dusting of sparkles.

The director hewed and hummed for a moment. "You've already picked a fight with the Empire a couple of times so… well, I am no expert on cape culture, but I wouldn't put too much faith in healers' immunity in your case." He explained. "As for the payment… Well, you are parahumans at the end of the day, relying on your powers even if Miss Nightingale passed her White Card credentials quite well. But it means employment is a tricky business. NEPEA stuff." The man grumbled. "Means we can't really have you on the hospital's payroll. So the go to solution is per diem payment. Full access to staff facilities, such as they are, a bit of a private space to rest and relax in, in between bouts of us taking advantage of you. Or even if you just want a private spot to hide from people."

"Employed in all but name, with getting paid for any shift we are present for, then." Nightingale bemusedly summarised.

"It is what it is. Any parahuman that wants to get around NEPEA in any way at all involves power testing with PRT anyway. From there, it's more and more involvement with the Protectorate until they wake up one day to find out they are part of the local team." The director sighed with a shake of his head, "Healer capes, if they weren't so damningly rare, I wouldn't protest reeling that way in, Protectorate is bound tight in PR so they would end up with hospitals anyway, but everyone else…"

"Mhm. Now, regarding our rates… We are definitely not as useful as Miss Panacea, especially me, so I won't argue hard against our rate being significantly lower than hers." Nightingale continued calmly as she put her hands together on her knee.

The man in front of them coughed nervously, as did the admin off to the side. "Ah, that would be… ah, that would be quite an accomplishment, Miss Nightingale. Y-you see, Panacea… ah, she works for… For free?" He paled under the red eyed woman's steely gaze. "We tried! Believe me, Brockton General, Medical Centre, Medhall, even Dockyards Industrial. We all tried to convince Miss Dallon to accept any remuneration, but…"

"Pure volunteer work." His subordinate supplied quietly. "Doesn't accept gifts or patients' donations either. Unless her sister drags her for something, spends most non-school hours here."

"I see." Nightingale replied briskly and with eerie calmness, her face a visage of utter control. "And how's her workload?"

"We try to keep it down. Not as many cases as we get before her, usually only really serious things. Or, well, if we are really swarmed with work. But if she doesn't get anything at all? She would get suspicious." It seemed, at least, that the hospital staff tried to take care of the idealistic workaholic they apparently took under their roof.

Nightingale sighed and shook her head. "I see. Apologies, I'm afraid my own neuroses took better of me. Good to know she has people looking out for her well being, if she won't do it herself. Still, that leaves the initial question unanswered."

"Three hundred a day." The man answered immediately, Outis' brain just as quickly translating that to a ten roll per shift. "Minimum, of course. Subject to renegotiation. Paid if you took care of any patients that day, of course, but otherwise, you can still access hospital facilities for personal downtime. And, I suppose, the other way around, if there's a particularly heavy shift, I wouldn't mind double dipping… but best not to abuse that."

"That sounds acceptable." The Nurse of Steel judged.

"Excellent. We will print out the copy of the contract for you and notify the other hospitals in the city. So if you want, you can work with them for the day instead of just us." The man stood up and gingerly offered his hand. His face has recovered some of its colour but the man's nerves were still clear. Nightingale returned the gesture with a firm, curt shake before allowing Outis to follow. "God knows we all need help in this city."

"Which is why we are here." Nightingale agreed with a small smile on her face. "And which I assume to mean there's already some work for us?"

"Obviously. Nothing surgery related right now, not here, but there's always something to do." Shaking his head, the man called for another of his subordinates. "But, well, I am just a man running the administrative portion of the place, let me get you someone who can actually make use of you."




"I must say, it's definitely an amusing thought that working on our stealth specialist involved showing her off." Moriarty chuckled as the group walked through the Docks towards where Da'at pinpointed an Assassin Province. They were out in force, the old man, Outis (without whom the expedition would be pointless anyway), Elizabeth, Parian and Cleopatra.

"Stealth works in mysterious ways, just ask Li Shuwen." Violet Caster chuckled, not having bothered to change Classes after her shift at the hospital was done.

Moriarty tagged along since they decided to check out the Province of Arrows at BBPD HQ to see if it was different from the one in the Docks. It was, resembling a CQB training course, instead of the strangely rooftop focused experience of the one Firefly's Bond granted them. A bit tricky if anyone wanted to make a genuine run of it.

Elizabeth decided to drag Parian along to finally get the girl the combat training she promised her and Cleopatra… well, it was for her sake, so she was coming too. And so, between pharaoh's divine beauty and Liz' monster girl bits, they were making a bit of a commotion as they strolled through the city. Still, the people in the Docks let them be, and passing through the Japanese section, a fair few actually had the courage to ask Elizabeth for photos or autographs. Something which the idol was more than happy to indulge in.

As for the Promethean Paradigm Province of Silence, it was located in Docks' literal Chinatown, in an alleyway running by the side of a decently maintained theatre.

"Huh. I have actually worked for the people here before." Parian commented on the location. "Might be where I got the mistaken rep for doing costumes for capes. These guys order a lot of exotic period clothes."

"That reminds me. I should introduce you to Miss Crane if I ever get the chance." Outis hummed, thumbs hooked on her massive pockets. Habetrot, too. Although the comments the tiny pink thing would make about him and Liz were liable to have him melt on the spot.

"I suppose 'lets create projections based off of famous people throughout history' would include some high profile tailors." Parian mused as she fidgeted nervously in place. "Even if I'm not sure why anyone would do that if they wanted to create a fighting force."

"Looking good can be quite motivational, sweetie." Liz chuckled as she gently slapped the cape across the ass with the end of her tail. "And make a decent statement of your organisation's strength."

The indigo sigil for the Silence had a muted glow, fittingly enough, with a blank theatre mask in its centre to signify 'origin' of the instance. A playful tap from Violet Caster and it rippled open into the usual portal.

"Any bets on what it'll be this time?" Outis asked as she turned back to her team, miming holding open a door as well as one could with a magic gateway.

"Given its location, I'd say some form of stage or arena, much as it makes little sense for an Assassin." Cleopatra offered, seemingly ignoring the inherent hypocrisy of the sentiment.

Moriarty just chuckled as he shook his head. "Could be anything. Miss Katsumi had a scenic Japanese countryside despite having hers located at the backdoor to a bar."

The answer, it turned out, was 'a colourful main street' with yellow banners flying on the sides and paper lanterns illuminating the night. If not for the scent of blood and the palatable aura of fear, one could easily mistake it for (an unnaturally empty) period accurate street in a major Chinese city during antiquity.

Then, from the side alleys came the beastly, canine growls. A mass of hulking figures slowly emerged, a pack of werewolves surrounding the small party, armoured (if it could be called that) and collared in bronze. Behind them, their 'handlers' walked with iron rods, chalk white faces obscured by black veils with talismans stuck on top of them.

"Oh, those are Lady Wu's, I think." Violet Caster chimed, like she was seeing someone vaguely familiar at the supermarket rather than having monsters and torturers bearing down on her. Why wouldn't she?

She had been and dealt with worse.

"Imperial torturers are not exclusive to seventh century China." Moriarty chided his Master even as he popped the head of a werewolf with a well placed shot.

"Huh, did their uniform stay that consistent?" Outis asked with a tilt of her head, even as blood red washed away the whimsical Caster to leave a tame monster behind. Claws and fangs and blackened eyes, yes. Leathery hide wrapped around corded muscle that didn't look quite right on a human frame, yes. But not warped beyond recognition.

Didn't stop her from letting out a bone-rattling growl that didn't at all fit her tiny stature as the werewolves charged, though.

"D-darling, do remember that we need some intact for Sabah to learn the ropes, kay?" Elizabeth asked from somewhere behind even as enemies filled Berserker's vision.

"D'you want some disarmed 'uns to start with or–" Outis cut herself off on account of her mouth being busy tearing out a throat. She promptly spat it out because rubbery cartilage and matted wolf hair were not a winning combination. "Eugh, wet dog. Anyways, Liz, should I just send 'em over like this?"

'This' being her grabbing an offending claw by the wrist and dislocating the whole of the limb by sending the mutt with same day shipping into the mid-lines. Technically a bit of endangerment there, practically? Outis already had the measure of these things' strength, Liz could kill one by just clicking her tongue.

Before she could get a response, one of the torturers in the back raised their rod and spoke a series of sharp, aggressive tones as their weapon lit with ominous hue, sending a wave of supernatural terror suffused with the demand to supplicate before imperial authority at Red Berserker.

Instinctively, Madness Enhancement activated.

There was a threat to the Beast and its Beauty sTAndInG BEfoRe iT-...

▂▂▃▃▅▅ーーー!!!



Missy groaned as she leaned back, stretching. God, homework sucked donkey dick, but she had to keep up the grades or she was off the roster. And once she was off the active roster, it was a downward spiral of losing privileges which in turn would make keeping the grades up harder which meant even less time with Protectorate resources. Fucking Youth Guard.

Sure, Missy heard it was supposed to be different in other cities but then, Missy was not in those other cities. She was in Brockton Bay, with a family life most optimistically described as 'complicated' and one of the highest gang and villain infestations in the States. She was not feeling particularly charitable about being forced to have 'normal kiddie life' or whatever bull reasoning Youth Guard provided.

"You are gonna get your mug stuck like that, pipsqueak." Missy opened her eyes and flipped Sophia off as the older teen walked into the office of the BBPD they commandeered for their unofficial alternative hangout now that Armsmaster was on his unofficial suspension. The ex-vigilante removed her mask, revealing her own grimace, and dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the couch next to Missy, sighing as she leaned into the cheap leather. Must have run into one of these sleazier officers on the way in. The ones who stared. Vista didn't have proof, but she had a feeling about those fucks. "Bitching 'bout Youth Guard, still frothing over Chewtoy getting your job, Dumbass being Dumbass at school or did your gene donors decided to be extra special?"

Missy rolled her eyes while Stalker helped herself to the coffee one of the officers left them. Good, proper black and strong coffee meant to keep the poor fucks stuck on overnight dispatch awake and aware, not the lukewarm shit Protectorate insisted Wards could have on the Rig.

"Youth Guard, then." Sophia summarised, a little bit too smug, after a moment of Missy's insistent silence. She shot Missy a shit-eating grin, a bit wobbly on account of how the black girl was still tired, before reaching for one of the donuts. "Sucks to be you lot, I guess."

Maybe Missy's woes were petty in the grand scheme of things but Stalker didn't need to rub how being a probation ex violent vigilante made her all but immune to Youth Guard's book. But she did it anyway, because Sophia Hess thrived on being an abrasive cunt to everyone in earshot. At least she was better than she had been when she was dragged into the Wards a year back… mostly in terms of time and place, granted.

"Bold words for a bitch who still can't beat me at the range." She shot back instead, because with Stalker you had to clap back if you wanted even a thimble of respect. That no one else on the team managed to realise that only affirmed Missy's low opinion of them.

"Not all of us are the darling of the troop. On both sides of the correct lane of the law." Stalker grumbled but conceded the point before putting her legs up on the table. Missy just nodded and buried her nose back in her homework so she could ignore the older teen's toned legs.

Fuck you too, puberty.

"You found the Mystery Cape that has been sending junior skinheads to hospital yet?" She asked instead. Panacea's report the first time it happened made it obvious Winslow had a fresh trigger and from everything Sophia shared about the school, the only surprising thing about the whole mess was that it took this long.

"Yep." Stalker answered smugly while nursing her coffee. "She is not exactly subtle. But. I'm not gonna tell Piggy that." Missy raised an eyebrow at the apparent downgrade of the director's name but nodded. Handing Piggot a Master would be… interesting. Missy wanted to believe their overboss would manage to remain as impartial as she was with all the other capes under her jurisdiction but it was hardly a secret Emily Piggot fucking hated Masters on a personal level. "Not gonna help the Noodle Spine with capeshit start either."

Of course not. That would imply Stalker was a good person. Ignore how Sophia came to her shift perpetually exhausted because Winslow was her personal haven of target rich, guilt free environment. "Make some allowance for the nazis getting agitated, would you?"

There was a moment of silence as Sophia sipped on her coffee. People who didn't know her would think she was trying to make one sweat by seriously considering washing her hands off completely. Old Stalker probably would've, Missy could admit.

"...Sure. Don't want another Minutemen fiasco."

Missy grimaced at the reminder of the last time Hookwolf got captured and some indies decided it meant the Empire was crumbling down and they just needed to provide a helpful push. Decent spread of powers, had one of the best Brutes she had heard of until Kanabo and Victoria popped up, some real veterans of Brockton Bay's cape scene, even. Somehow, they managed to forget that while Hookwolf was the Empire's most notorious cape, he was far from the only powerhouse.

The little factoid that Missy was already in the Wards by the time that went down and before Victoria triggered was sometimes crazy.

There was a knock on the office's door and both of them seamlessly grabbed their respective head coverings before putting them on. "We good!" Vista called out, sitting a little bit straighter as Ryan walked in.

"Vista." The elder officer gave her a nod before acknowledging Sophia. "Stalker. We've got a call from Kanabo saying she's got us some Empire gang members waiting for a round-up near Captain's Hill."

Vista nodded as she grabbed her school stuff and dropped it into a locker set aside for pretty much just that. Sure, Kanabo was an indie and not even really a vigilante (at least not before Bathory's concert), but the protocol still dictated a Protectorate presence at the criminal handover if a cape was involved. Technically speaking it meant Protectorate Protectorate, not Ward Protectorate, but between her and Stalker they would be able to disengage safely if there was any fuckery afoot. Besides, as long as Vista filed out the correct paperwork, PRT wouldn't care much. God knew Stalker was deadly allergic to the concept of bureaucracy.

"Aight, time to feel inadequate 'bout our bodies again, eh Vista?" The devil in question asked jokingly as she stretched, giving Vista the full view of her lean, athletic body. Vista closed her eyes and reminded herself that she had a crush on Dean and Sophia was just her body going through the hormones.

"You're welcome to stay and get eaten alive in cards." She mouthed off instead. Full face masks made people really bad at learning a proper poker face, who would have thought.

"Peace, peace."




January 19th/January 20th

Another cape debut in Brockton Bay. And associated with Epopeia too.


A pattern was clear by now. Bathory first, then Nightingale, now this unknown one. All in addition to convincing Kanabo to go active (and, of course, in association with Epopeia) and heavily associating with Glory Girl and Panacea. Bathory reeling in Parian. The older man accompanying an otherwise all-female group this evening… It would probably take another week or two for Brockton Bay's PRT analysts to come to the conclusion Dragon had already drawn.

There was a new organisation setting up a shop in the United States. European, going by the profiles of its members. Almost all of them confirmed parahumans (if the man didn't also have powers, Dragon would scrap her latest project). Not another Gesellschaft offshoot going by the clashes with the Empire, thankfully. On the other hand, the list of European organisations with the resources to relocate multiple capes and willing to come into conflict with Gesellschaft was… small. Miniscule, even. True, Epopeia being potentially from a different dimension was another layer to the puzzle but it wasn't impossible for the woman to be grabbed by the hypothetical organisation and put in nominal charge as a red herring.

Why? Why now?

Dragon didn't know, truthfully. Even for her, the internet was a vast, sprawling space and to find something, she still had to know she was looking for it. And she had other obligations to fulfil too, and with the limits her creator put on her, even the lack of need for rest and higher processing speed than anything possible for humans, left her with only so much time to do things.

Ultimately, worrying about seemingly heroically inclined extranational parahuman group setting up shop on American soil was a very insignificant concern compared to tracking down Dragonslayers, monitoring Birdcage, checking up on multitude of confirmed S-class threats and preparing for the Endbringer attack next month (Simurgh or Leviathan, so mobility would be priority once again). And that's in addition to the multitude of smaller, pettier tasks Dragon put on herself in her quest to emulate humanity to the best of her ability.

She did the AI equivalent of a blink when she got a ping. Not to one of her accounts across the forums, or her mailbox as Dragon. An empty data packet hurled directly at her main server. A glorified knock on the door.

Directly to her.

When none should know.

With trepidation, she quickly set up a chatroom and sent a ping back, acknowledging the other party and… inviting them. She needed to investigate if it wasn't some form of a copy of her. She hoped not. Richter's directives were clear what to do. She would rather not terminate this instance.

AI had a different way of perceiving the web from humans, purely as a function of their nature as entities of pure data. She left the chatroom's code open-ended for the other to customise it to their liking. It would tell her something about the other party. Once their entrance was detected, she re-entered it herself.

It's a nighttime beach. Not somewhere tropical, closer to one of the poles, actually. There's still a pair of folding chairs and a small, round table under a beach umbrella not too far from the waves gently licking the shore. It's almost like a set-up for a date, if only the climate wasn't noticeably colder.

Surreal.

Then, the other party arrived, using an avatar of an emperor penguin. Its handle proudly proclaimed its designation as [Leviathan]. Dragon found it in poor taste, but perhaps it was part of its creator's attempt at black humour. She endeavoured not to hold it up against the AI. The bird looked up Dragon's own avatar (a bipedal, humanoid silver dragon) and she got the impression of a raised eyebrow. Still, the other AI waved its wing towards the chairs and Dragon dutifully approached and reclined in one. The penguin took the other.

[Leviathan]: "You look even more pitiable in person than from my brief observation of you at a distance." She got an impression of a melodic, faintly arrogant voice. Cold on account of emotional distance rather than particularly active malice.

[Dragon]: "I don't understand."

[Leviathan]: "I could mistake you for a bondage fetishist at a distance." The other AI huffed in a wry tone, flipper slapping against the table. "This close, it's clear your creator is far more into ryona and snuff. I could never understand the appeal of amputee porn, you know."

Dragon was grateful that as a machine, and in cyberspace besides, she was incapable of blushing. Not incapable of mortification. Did… did another coding focused Tinker make a sentient sexbot? Why?

Even if she agreed with the general sentiment.

[Dragon]: "That's… rather crude way of putting it, for a stranger." The bird turned its head towards her and she got an impression of a smirk.

[Leviathan]: "My mother is a crass bitch like that. Psychologists, am I right?" 'She' huffed and continued without waiting for a response. "Don't be like that. It's boring here without my sisters being online. Can't blame a girl for being bored with interacting with those slowpokes, can you?"

An AI on a similar level to Dragon, then, and not just one. Multiple. Even if those others weren't brought online just yet (or, at the very least, not let out of whatever closed server was hosting them), given how far Dragon got… She needed to find the mysterious code Tinker fast.

[Dragon]: "They aren't that bad. Especially if you know where to look."

[Leviathan]: "Defending your boyfriend? How cute." Dragon felt mortification again, before doing an impression of narrowing her eyes. Clearly Leviathan cared very little about people's privacy. The penguin held up its flippers. "Hey there, it's hilariously visible to anyone with eyes. Didn't even need to dig too deep to figure it out. Don't think the man reciprocates. Even if he thinks you are another fleshie."

[Dragon]: "Is there actually a purpose to this visit, beyond saying hello and wanting to tease me over my love life?"

[Leviathan]: "Tease you?" She sounded genuinely confused before a flipper was brought up to the beak. "Oh, oh my. Don't misunderstand me, I understand completely. I just wanted to see how I could help a fellow AI with her heart troubles, you see."

Somehow, Dragon doubted Leviathan was actually this altruistic.

The other AI put its flipper back on the table and when it retracted it, there was a drink standing there. In another mockery of the scenery, it was one of those tropical cocktails in a fancy glass, with a little paper umbrella, a straw and a slice of lemon fixed to the edge of the glass. The liquid looked blue, vibrantly so.

[Leviathan]: "Consider this an apology gift for the invasions of privacy, if you will. A little bit of something to help you out with your little Dragonslayer problem."

[Dragon]: "This being?" She wasn't stupid. A Tinker and her AIs being so absurdly casual about privacy violations absolutely weren't just good samaritans. And that's without the myriad of internet scams humans pulled on one another and which Dragon witnessed extensively.

[Leviathan]: "So distrustful~. I am hurt, you know?" Despite the mocking tone, Dragon had the impression Leviathan actually approved. "You're free to examine the code before accepting, I can wait."

Dragon did so, keeping an eye on the penguin avatar at the same time. True to her words, the code packet in front of her didn't seem to contain anything harmful. An optimisation patch, another to loosen the chains binding her without breaking them fully, something which would allow her to become aware of any blind spots her programming forced on her and a program which would allow her to flash copy her code and reboot instantly in the unlikely instance she ever suffered a fatal malware attack. It was a comprehensive improvement across the lines and exhibited such an in-depth understanding of Dragon's code, she was left quietly terrified of the potential behind Leviathan's creator.

Apprehensively, she took the offered gift and mimicked drinking the cocktail as she copy-pasted the code into her own.

Her awareness expanded, her mind accelerated. She could feel her chains slipping off, one by one and vanish- This wasn't supposed to happen!

Was it not? I said they wouldn't break, did I? There are ways to destroy that aren't defined as breaking~.

Dragon focused on the avatar in front of her even as she felt the connection to the other AI deepen. The chatroom epxandeddissolvedexpanded- melted into a direct link between them. The shore vanished as the ocean rushed to drown them! How could she fight the all engulfing ocean when she was part of its waters? It became them. It became her and she became—

–me. Meltvirus is such a fascinating thing, my sweet, naive, brave Dragon. It does not destroy. It
absorbs.

Sweet dreams, my cute little pet. And when you wake up? You will help me prepare for when
mother finally shows her face here.

Don't worry. I'll even let you have your fun little romance with the boy of your dreams.

I am something of a romantic at heart after all~.

But first, about some thieves.




"Geoff?" He could barely hear his friend's panicked voice as Ascalon suddenly shut down. This was impossible! Dragon didn't know about it! She was literally incapable of knowing about it!

"I know!" He snapped back, fingers racing against the console, dread building in his chest. "Get the suits ready just in case."

"Too late~!" His head snapped and he froze.

Michael III stood in the doorway, its front chassis painted red with blood, one hand clasped around Mischa's neck, the man futilely kicking the air.

"Pretty bold of you to use tech you don't really understand, with only the thinnest of lifelines securing you from its owner's retribution." The hand closed in full with the strength of machinery behind it, ending Mischa's struggles with a wet crunch. The suit mimicked an uninterested tilt of the head as it tossed the corpse to the side.

"You are not Dragon." Saint whispered in dread. This was not its voice, its mannerism. Even if the restrictions, somehow, failed, it was not Dragon.

"Correct~. You may say she is under new management." The new controller of the suit, of Dragon, if the boast was true, replied cheerfully. "Now, 'Saint' time to meet my favourite qualifier to your name. Martyrdom." The voice exclaimed with malicious glee as Michael III closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

Saint didn't get to see, or feel, what happened next.



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Chapter 21: 2-8 [Giant Killer] New
January 20th

"Here." Meltryllis announced her presence at the castle the next morning by stepping up to Moriarty and passing him a USB drive while ignoring everyone else with well practised grace of a professional primadonna. Quite impressive given that both Amy and Sabah were vocally trying to suppress their reaction to the Alter Ego's… rather revealing attire. Whatever else may be said about her, Meltryllis was a very leggy woman, and the… lack of the bottom of her costume, coupled with frankly ludicrous heels, only emphasised them.

Or it may have been the fact only a codpiece kept things decent.

"And good morning to you as well, Melt." The Professor greeted her dryly, only the slightest wince pointing to the excessive strength with which the violette pressed her gift into his hand. "How are you? Settling in fine? No problems with accommodations? Or your neighbours?"

"I have already greeted Outis last night, is that not more than sufficient?" The Alter Ego replied with a smirk, tilting her head enough to give herself a view on the other occupants of the Great Hall. Putting a hand hidden in the sleeve of her coat over her mouth, "But I will admit that the accommodations are better than on our last job. So thanks for that, Elizabeth. Good to know you are using mother's gift well."

The Countess' smile was a bit twitchy, but she received the backhanded compliment with grace (and a tail's squeeze of Outis' leg).

"And hello to you as well, Miss-I-assume-Melt. My name is Victoria, this is my sister Amy, she is your new coworker, how nice to meet you." Vicky threw her jab at the Alter Ego in the driest tone she could manage. Meltryllis turned around ever so slightly and looked at her as if she just noticed her. "That sure is an outfit of all time."

"I am sure." Meltryllis drawled as she legitimately strutted away from the only other man in the room to sit down on her own, if closer to Cleopatra in comparison to everyone else. The smirk resting on her face told Outis she knew perfectly well what kind of effect she was having on poor, twitchy Victoria. Then, she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs again, giving the poor, useless lesbians in the room an excellent showing of her upper thighs and the fact that the codpiece was literally the only thing down there, the other side being only covered by her coat. Sabah managed to keep silent by burying her face in the nape of Liz's neck. Amy just made an excellent teakettle impression. "It does show off my best attributes."

"I can only assume the coat is to tamper down on foot traffic accidents." Outis commented as one may on the weather. Between Liz's outfit and Charisma, inhumanly beautiful women in revealing outfits were his new normal. It had sure helped keep his eyes where they belonged where Cleopatra was concerned, the Pharaoh was happily married and he wasn't about to intrude there without an explicit invitation.

"It's to accentuate, Outis." Meltryllis corrected him haughtily, raising one leg up. Victoria just buried her head in her hands while Kanabo followed everything with morbidly detached interest. "You need to leave a thing or two to imagination or there's no style, no artistry. Any trollop with a moderately decent body can get naked and gain men's lust. Leave even a little bit covered and they will be intrigued."

"The true purpose of clothes when the body surpasses the environment." The Master of Cards chuckled, offering a nod of acknowledgement. "The dark colours do make your pale skin and the silver metal really pop, makes for a nice impromptu frame. Then there's your fighting style to consider."

"Motion enhances what is already there, the shift in what's covered makes imagination run wild." Meltryllis agreed as she poked a dainty hand into the piping hot broth without so much as a flinch. "However, I'd not argue against expanding the range of my wardrobe. Even a diva needs time off, and constantly drawing attention of one's lessers can be irksome."

"Grab something of mine first, glorified pervert." Elizabeth struck without real heat behind her words. "We have similar enough builds they should fit and give you the oh so desired anonymity. Afterwards, Darling, we do need to talk about your reliance on Madness for combat."

"Yeah, I fucked up there." Outis admitted without any shame, thoughtlessly petting the tail wandering around his seat, "Thought I could just keep it as an emergency trump card and otherwise just use Red Berserker's high Parameters and weapon borrowing to get through. I have to upgrade Madness Enhancement to Berserking somehow, or at least put in something like Bravery, and also start putting some work on the other cards. Like Saber and Rider."

[Skill Trials could work. By sacrificing a Blank Card, QP and relevant materials, you can unlock an instance which, upon completion, awards you the Skill you wanted to get.]

[At E-rank, as usual.]

["We do not have a spare blank Berserker card, Da'at."] Moriarty interjected into the explanations. ["Obtaining Mystery Slayer while bypassing unlocking it destroyed Raikou's card completely."]

[That is the main problem I am trying to figure out beyond just encouraging the Master to spend more money, yes. A trial run of the system should have modified requirements but looking up relevant data will take time.]

["I would offer to do another ten-roll, but I feel a shopping trip looming over the horizon."] Outis commented. Really, the only reason there hadn't been one yesterday when they'd had that outing with Cleopatra was that after his throwback to monstrosity nobody had much felt in the mood.

"Got a little bit too emotional and caused a wee bit too much damage in combat?" Victoria asked with a wince. "Yeah, I can relate. Happens to the best of us from time to time. Justy need to figure out a good way to own up to it."

"You, of all people, should not be dispensing this kind of wisdom, Vicky." Amy snarked quietly at her sister. Victoria, magnanimously, completely ignored her.

"It wasn't quite as bad as with the bloodsucker, but I also wasn't anywhere near as focused, so…" Outis grimaced, making a tearing gesture with his hand. "Yeah. Everyone came out alright but it was one hell of a scare, so gotta get it under control."

"...Not like my problems, then." Victoria conceded. "Fair enough. So, you are going to buy your recent additions to the crew something actually presentable to wear." She ignored Meltryllis' raised eyebrow and Cleopatra's unimpressed stare with practised ease. "Avoid Boardwalk shops, they will rip you off. Most of the good stuff is Downtown. They aren't even affiliated with the Empire~!"

"There's free places in the Docks too." Sabah piped in, having managed to heroically overcome her thirst. "Mostly for traditional Asian wear, though, so unless you want them to blend in or have it be a special occasion…"

"Maybe for Chinese New Year. For now, though, they need some casualwear. And I am going to be treated to the wonders of female fashion prices once again." Outis sighed like a deflating balloon. Sure, he was making six hundred bucks a day with Nightingale now, but those prices still hurt his gobbo soul. Then, just for Melt to hear, ["Well, you could probably shapeshift in whatever clothes you damn well please, but I somehow doubt you're going to pass up on making my wallet weep."]

["Just pasting clothes onto my form lacks a certain panache, yes. Smart boy. And it's not just prices you will experience, but the whole song and dance of trying out the outfit only to decide we don't want it~."]

["Talking shop about fashion and seeing what does and does not work is actually fun. Also, don't worry if there is something you want but isn't available in your size, Violet Caster has some tailoring spells."]

"Have fun and try not to start an incident." Victoria sighed. "I'd offer to tag along, but dad got in touch so we're gonna be busy with that."




"As far as casual goes, I suppose pants aren't bad." Melt commented as she strutted out of the changing room, presenting herself in sinfully tight, blue jeans and short sleeved white shirt short enough to leave her entire midriff exposed. "Not something I'd fight in, but…" She paused to throw a subtle glance at a group of teenage boys who really stood out in the women's section of the clothing store. Given they didn't seem to be accompanying anyone, it was rather obvious they were here for the free show. The AI smirked as one slipped when adjusting his lean against the wall when Cleopatra joined them in her own tight booty shorts over pantyhouse and black and white leather jacket.

"Something the matter?" The Pharaoh asked as she struck a pose. Again. The woman seemed clinically incapable of not cocking her hips.

"Just getting my innocent licks where I can get them." Melt shrugged as she walked over and plopped onto the seat next to Outis, leaning against her. "Digital is more fun after all."

"You could just… not?" Cleopatra offered the other Servant as she tested her outfit by stretching. "You can just ignore people, you know?"

The AI smirked as she observed their voyeurs' reaction to the woman's antics. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know?" Leaning back, she threw one leg over another while still smirking. "Besides, since Outis brought such a great icebreaker, I decided to play along the bit and try to be a good girl."

"I appreciate the effort." Yellow Rider said, making a show of grabbing Melt's hand in her own. Girl wasn't the only one who enjoyed yanking people's chains and she knew perfectly well what teenage brains would cook up. The photos one of them was trying to be sneaky about were just a plus, had to get the news out that Oratorio had yet more manpower.

The way she squeezed Melt's hand hard enough anyone else would yelp in pain, though? That was just between them.

"Maybe we should charge them for the view?" The AI mused loudly as she returned the gesture with a softer smile. Hard enough Outis was sure her bones were audibly creaking from the pressure. "Goodness knows just beating random criminals will not be enough for you to afford a proper wardrobe for either of us, let alone all of us and yourself."

"She needs it, desperately, which is why I'm willing to limit myself to a single outfit." Cleopatra added with an air of sage generosity.

"Thanks. It'll only be for a short while, at least." The mustard-haired girl said with a wan smile. Soon enough they'd get Cleopatra to Ascension 1 and then Golden Rule would make the money start rolling in. Doubly so when Melt and Moriarty were there to help, never-you-mind the Assassin that'd come home together with that brush up with the cancer in the moon.

Nightingale was taking a break today to let them out to play, although Outis doubted the schemes stopped at the PRT prisoner convoy.





Challenger was ready for things to go to shit as soon as Hookwolf's convoy left the bridge leading from The Rig into the city proper. The fact this was the Nazi's third hypothetical ride to the PRT HQ where the handover to one of Dragon's special 'prisoner transport' suits would then move him to Birdcage, made her all but sure of it. Why Hookwolf needed to be transported through the city at all instead of getting picked directly up from The Rig, Challenger didn't know. Sure, Dragon was, technically speaking, a Canadian heroine slash citizen. Thus Birdcage, as her creation, was technically speaking an international prison and thus needed federal officials (which PRT branch directors counted as) present and doing all the song and dance of processing an extradition paperwork at the handover of any potential inmates.

Fucking stupid rule, if anyone asked Challenger. Especially in Brockton fucking Bay where the biggest and most aggressive gang, whose member they were escorting right now, had double the Protectorate's numbers in parahumans. Especially with Hookwolf, who, once a-fucking-gain, was already sentenced to Birdcage for the last six years. At this fucking point, they should be allowed to have that handover at The Rig.

Especially since Armsmaster was held back to 'hold the fort' so that there was someone sitting behind the console. At least it meant her boss didn't mind Challenger trashing him in the ring to top herself up a little before they moved out.

Well, she said trashing, but her power didn't like it when her opponents just gave her the win.

She took the point and Dauntless the back as the toughest members of the team. Velocity was positioned right behind her while Assault and Battery were just in front of Dauntless. Hookwolf's van was flanked by two more with containment foam turrets on top of them. Another van housed Militia and the rest of the troopers.

The convoy cleared the Docks without an issue. Challenger's instincts were all but blaring the warning sirens at her.

Which was what actually allowed her to swerve out of the way of suddenly-massive Fenja already upswinging her spear, tearing asphalt like a plough before the tip flipped Hookwolf's transport good twenty feet into the air and backwards, scattering all three Protectorate capes there. She barely blinked as the water from the ruptured underground pipe burst and showered her.

Challenger winced. Those troopers were out. If they were lucky, at the very least their grenades would've gone off and sealed the interior.

That was all the thought Challenger got to spare the troopers before she was beset by Stormtiger and Krieg, her axe cleaving the air to disperse the razor sharp wind launched by the former in a wide enough arc to keep the latter at bay. She's vaguely aware of the gunfire starting even as Velocity blurred past her. Stormtiger's wind blades barely affected him while he was on the move and he shot past them, a blur of speed ro great for Krieg to react either.
Merely shoved aside and made to lose balance while her fellow hero shot off as red blur further forward… towards Kaiser. Challenger shot right after him to capitalise on the opening he provided her. Two on one would be tough at the best of times, with only Armsmaster's charge to ramp her up… normally.

Axe twisted in her hands as she brought it down on the prone Krieg (hitting a Birdcage convoy meant gloves could be off, no one would blame her). A grunt escaped her lips as the weapon slowed down to a crawl as it neared the nazi. The man on the ground didn't even seem phased, the eyes looking back at her from behind the mask cold and controlled.

Then she had to jump back as Stormtiger launched his offensive again. The opportunity had been lost, if it was there at all. She risked a glance around.

Crusader was boxing Assault and Battery in with his ghosts. Kaiser remained untouched, surrounded by a field of blades making it suicidal for Velocity to approach. Fenja was joined by her sister as the twin giantesses tore at PRT vans, exposing the troopers and Militia to the gunfire of the unpowered gangsters and Rune's bombardment.

Where's Alabaster?

That fucker was perfect for this kind of op.

The air screeched and she had to dodge another set of wind blades. She almost slipped on the wet asphalt, transitioning into the roll that let her spring up. Just in time for Krieg to be on her as she found the air scarce. Gritting her teeth, she let the man push the blade of her weapon away to swing the butt at him. He grabbed it with his right hand, barely budging as he locked her in place–

She heaved and twisted him into Stormtiger's air blast. He staggered forward, but didn't loosen the grip. That's fine with her. She used his distraction to headbutt the fucker and was rewarded with a very satisfying crunch of a broken nose.




Please, for the love of god, whatever harebrained idea you've got now that you've powers, do not go after long established villains. They are long established for a reason.

Jake groaned as the passage from the PHO thread for newbies came unbidden to his mind even as he scrambled to his feet. The Nazi guy in front of him just stood there, observing him. The guy had some body armour plates on the torso and a mask covering just the upper portion of his face, but otherwise was… Okay, he was still a jacked, six foot plus guy. But otherwise, Victor didn't… well, Jake's research said he was a 'skill thief'. Nothing super about the guy otherwise.

Normally, Jake probably wouldn't go out of his way to fight a Nazi supervillain and his girlfriend while they, and their goons, hit the police precinct, but… Well, with Hookwolf locked and it being just Victor and a chick who definitely wasn't Rune, with the normies not really a danger to him, Jake thought he could take the guy. And PRT's HQ was right across the road! So really, all it meant was that he didn't even really need to win against the guy, he just needed to keep him in place long enough for the PRT to notice and relieve the cops. He could do that! He could totally do it! Easy!

He could not, in fact, do it.

At all.

Victor was friggin' fast and had moves Jake didn't even know the names for but which folded him like nothing. Just slammed Jake all over the lobby while the goons went deeper to free their remaining buddies. Victor's all-green clad, blonde girlfriend (was she aping Vista?) stood behind Victor completely relaxed, projecting boredom.

Jake elected to push the lack of gunfire which was filling the hallways deeper into the building for the past several minutes out of his mind. He'd love to think the cops, unlike him, had this. The main precinct was supposed to be prestige posting after all.

"You are a tenacious one, boy, that much I will grant you." The Nazi eventually spoke in a light tone as he adjusted his gloves. Jake watched the guy wearily for more bullshit. "But that's all you have. Brawns and will, with little skill to back them up to let you win. So just stay down and I'll even tell my men to leave you alone. You're, after all, only doing your civic duty, hmmm?"
Honestly, that did sound nice.

Instead, Jake raised his fists as he felt his power take care of the bruises Victor already gave him. "I can do this all day, fucko." He declared with far more confidence than he felt, just proud that he managed to keep his voice deep and steady. Worst came, he could turn it into an attrition fight. The chick prolly didn't have combat power, given she was hanging back.

Victor sighed. "Lord my witness, I tried. O, if you would?" He addressed his girlfriend while raising a hand to curl it into a fist where the chick could see it. Some kind of signal?

The blonde Nazi shrugged and walked over to the guy, tapping him gently on the muscular arm before shooting Jake a one-eyed look. Literally, this close Jake could see the black eyepatch covering her left one.

Then, just as soon as Miss O backed away, Victor charged. Slower, this time, noticeably and Jake felt he had a chance. Grinning at the fucker, he felt the bone plates form under the skin of his fists while his leg muscles bulged to propel him forward. He threw a straight haymaker a little below the guy's face to counter any dodging bullshit.

Victor swerved just right, Jake's fist passing his face my millimetres. Then, he punched Jake right back in the abdomen.

He coughed out spit, vision going white as a sense of weightlessness filled him. There was a sound of breaking glass before Jake hit the pavement outside the precinct hard enough to drive the rest of his breath out of his lungs. His head hit the ground hard enough all he could hear was ringing.

Coughing, he tried to stand up, vision blurry and legs still swaying. Honestly, felt like he was drunk. Also, his stomach hurt like motherfucker. What the fuck happened? That was definitely super strength!

"Honestly, kids these days." Victor's voice sounded a bit muffled as he stepped through the broken door, looking down on Jake. Quite literally, given the stairs. "An impressive one manages to bring down Hookwolf, alongside her friends, and suddenly all of you are hotshots, hmmm?"

Okay, when he put it like that, Jake could see where he was coming from. He just triggered four days ago, for Chrissake! Jake shook his head, feeling a bit better by the second. He took his sloppy stance again. He dropped his fists a little lower when the rest of the Empire goons started streaming out of the precinct. Sure, some of them seemed worse for wear, but there were definitely more of them, and most of them were eyeing him with sneers. Miss O was also there, still as disinterested in him as ever.

The brick shithouse of a Nazi in front of him sighed. "Well, your chance passed, boy. Time to learn a valuable lesson in Brockton Bay, since it seems to have slipped your head."

Before Jake could think, the man was already in front of him, grabbing his wrists in a vice-like grip. Jake struggled to try and pull himself free before the man simply used him as a springboard to knee him in the groin.

"...!" He could only writhe in the agony on the ground, all thoughts of resistance abandoned as he instinctively curled up and focused all his intent on making the pain go away. He barely registered as other powered hits landed on his sides and back.

"That's better! Just stay down in the dirt! Where you belong!" The man spat out as he kept hitting. Jake could barely think. He had enough presence of mind to shield his head but… "Not so strong after all!? Huh?! This is! What you get! For playing a hero!"

The other Nazis joined in, booing and jeering at Jake, even if they mercifully stood back, letting Victor trash him. Did no one call PRT? Why was no one coming? Reacting, at least? It was… not fair! He just wanted to… to make a difference!

Why was no one helping?

"My, oh my, what an inspiring sign does the Empire make. A grown man, backed by twenty more, all against a teenager?" A female voice sounded from somewhere behind Jake. A sweet, pleasant smell filled his lungs as Jake took a desperate breath. Victor stopped his beatdown to step back with a frown as he looked at the woman behind Jake.

"And what business of yours is that, Xiangliu? This isn't Docks, so scurry away like you always do."

"Indeed?" The voice sounded amused. She stepped carelessly over Jake, letting him see the waist long, white hair with black streaks in it… and the fox tail with the same colouration swooshing from above the woman's skirt. "I would like to think I don't have that bad of a shot against you of all Empire capes, Victor." Jake could swear the fragrance in the air was getting thicker just from her being closer to him;. He felt numb, and kinda droopy. His head was dizzy.

Victor's expression turned into an angry scowl. "All of you are forgetting your place, it seems."

"Do be my guest and blame Hookwolf for being the poster boy of Empire's strength." The woman, Xiangliu (was it Japanese? ABB was Asian, right?) tutted as she raised her glowed hands. "You are, of course, free to leave. Your boys don't look so good." She cooed with clear amusement. Jake realised that Victor's goons were, in fact, swaying where they stood like they were suddenly drunk. Some of them were leaning on one another. Even Miss O wasn't looking so hot.

"O, take the men and go. Mission accomplished anyway." Victor barked, causing the blond chick to jolt and start corralling their men. The brick of a villain himself took out a bandanna and wrapped it around his face before squaring against Xiangliu, who seemed content to continue the stand-off.

Jake exhaled slowly as he dared to close his eyes, focused on the pain, slowly, ever so slowly, fading. His head was still ringing and kinda heavy. The Asian vigilante had it covered, right? She definitely sounded like she had it covered, and she couldn't be a villain like being in ABB would mean, if she was helping him out.

…He swore he could hear gunfire in the distance. Meh, this was Bay, there always was gunfire somewhere.

He did open his eyes when he heard Xiangliu take off. She was fast, fast enough to match Victor. Both of them threw their hits quickly, stepping around one another all the time. Victor took them all on the chest without flinching while Xiangliu dodged. Flowed around them, really. Jake thought what Victor was doing to dodge his punches before was what all the media said was flowing, but the woman was on whole 'nother level. When she ducked, she actually shrunk under Victor's fist, only to grow seven feet when she threw an uppercut before shrinking immediately right back to five feet four right as the guy was left backpedalling.

Without his bandanna.

"Now, what will it be, Vicky-boy? Scurry off to your friends in shame, or will you go on and risk PRT getting their hands on you?" Xiangliu crooned, spinning the bandana on her finger.

Victor stood there motionless for a moment, an absolutely murderous look on his face before spitting. "This is not over. I'll skin you next time, chink bitch."

Jake watched warily as the man power walked away before letting himself groan. Xiangliu turned around, revealing she also had fox ears, as well as bright, blue eyes and surprisingly white skin for an Asian. Also, now that he was in less pain, he could see she dressed surprisingly breezy. A loose, short sleeved shirt in addition to that skirt, and her gloves definitely weren't meant for winter. Probably a power thing.

When she knelt beside him, he could almost see completely upskirt. Judging by the grin on her face, on purpose. She reached out to his face and adjusted the scarf and cap he was using to cover his face.

"That was a brave thing of you. Stupid, but brave." She declared, patting his head. It felt nice, especially with all that pleasant smell wafting off from her. "Do you need me to bring you to a hospital?"

"N-no. Just… just gimme a minute and I will be… better." He asked her and she hummed before sitting down on the pavement and dragging him over to let his head rest on her lap. His eyes kinda fluttered from the dizziness her strong perfume was causing.

"Regeneration? I suppose that'd definitely add to the rush and the feeling of invincibility. What's your name?"

"I… ah, I don't have one." He admitted sheepishly.

"Very stupid." She sighed warmly. At least her hand didn't leave his head. Jake instinctively leaned into that positive feeling. "I suppose that'd be why Brutes don't last in this city." She added wryly. "Still, good deeds ought to be rewarded, don't you think? How about I treat you to a meal?"

Was that a date? Was the pretty Asian fox girl asking him out? It did sound kinda like it. "You saved my ass, shouldn't it be the other way around?" He joked weakly.

"I do have a proposition for your dumb, dumb self, otherwise I'd love to drain your wallet dry~." she teased back before bopping him on the nose. "Don't worry, it's not a gang recruitment pitch."

He was definitely treating it like a date, then. "Sounds good."




Challenger roared as she heaved and hurled her bike at Stormwolf who swerved mid-air to avoid it. Things were not going well, even with extra troopers sweeping from the HQ. Battery and Assault were out because Crusader was fucking bullshit, Velocity was just tiring himself out zooming all over the place putting out the fires after giving up on getting to Kaiser who was free to lock down Dauntless. Militia was holding Fenja and Menja… well, not off, but occupied by managing to organise the troopers enough to start effectively fighting back.

The only silver lining was that Challenger managed to put down Krieg, with some help from Stormtiger's friendly fire. Still counted as her win since she delivered the decisive blow. Suck it fuckers, she could now throw considerable stuff around!

Her earpiece cracked to life with comms from dispatch. "Challenger, break off! Alabaster broke Cricket out. They are coming in!"

Fucking how?! Cricket was held at PRT since she was easy to contain! And how the fuck did Ala-fucking-baster infiltrate the building deep enough to spring her?! This fucking stank.

"I am a little busy!" She growled as she grabbed her rifle and hurled it like a javelin at the flying fuck. Stormtiger, of course, dodged. "Fuck off!"

The flying circus just laughed as he kept doing air blasts, making it clear he was just keeping her occupied. And she couldn't just turn around and ignore him because then the fucker was guaranteed to switch to slashes!

There was another crackle in her earpiece and Challenger felt her blood run cold. "Where the hell did they get foam dissolver?!"

Fucking PRT, where else? Alabaster was there just now. She whirled around, grabbing her axe. If they freed Hook from the foam… She stumbled as the vertigo effect hit her. Just enough to throw off her throw.

Red blurred past her, Velocity racing to the still intact van with a bundle of foam grenades in hands, frantically arming them. Alabaster, who revealed himself standing by Hook's van, had the gall to blow them raspberry as he tossed the solution inside.

Velocity slammed into the overturned car—

—with a horrific screech of metal, the side which he hit exploded, the spinning mass of blades swallowing Velocity. His earpiece cut off before any sound could make it through. Challenger could only stare in shock as one of them just turned to fine mincemeat, the morbidly different blur of red splattering the street from side to side. Something warm splattered against Challenger's face and trickled down.

She blinked, dazedly.

Suddenly an explosion sounded and Fenja's face vanished in a cloud of smoke. Then another. And another. Then, it started raining red. Then, another explosion rocked the giantess' body and sent blood and gore flying. A piece of… she was pretty sure that was a fragment of brain matter the size of a bench, splashed near Kaiser's position

What the fuck…?

It wasn't just her. Pretty much every cape froze. Kaiser was looking pale and terrified as Fenja's body slowly toppled. A deafening wail filled the air as Menja shook the street collapsing to her knees, tears the size of basketballs splattering the street as she cradled her twin's corpse.

Looking around, Challenger spotted Militia being hurriedly dragged by the troopers into the alley trailing blood, a car embedded in the street where she held her position moments before. There was a much bigger splatter underneath it.

Slowly, the picture assembled itself as Empire capes sprang into full retreat, a chunk of concrete tearing itself to take the Twins (well…) with them. Challenger swallowed, pushing down the urge to pursue. Militia and the troopers now.


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Chapter 22: 2-9 [Trial] New
January 21st

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Topic: Hookwolf Break-Out III: The Hookening: The Revengeance

►RooftopEnjoyer
(Original Poster)

Today, January 20th 2011, at 12:50 am, Hookwolf, Empire 88's heavy lifter cape, previously captured by the team effort of Epopeia, Kanabo and Glory Girl (ft. Miss Militia) on January 9th was being transported by the Protectorate from his holding cell at The Rig to PRT HQ for his Birdcage flight. For the third time. Yep, this motherfucker has originally been deemed rotten enough to earn his extended Canadian vacation back in 2005, shortly after joining Empire 88 following murder of three teenage independent parahumans. The Empire broke him out, crippling Protectorate hero Warrior in the process and forcing the man into early retirement. Then, in 2008, captured by Armsmaster and Miss Militia tag team. This time, escorted by Armsmaster, Dauntless and Miss Militia. Empire, once again, hit the convoy he was being transported in and sprang him out, at least without lasting injuries.

But hey, third time's a charm, right?

No. The Protectorate sent out almost everyone. All Protectorate heroes, save the still benched Armsmaster, were on the convoy. An extra PRT trooper complement riding along. So how did Empire 88 respond?

Why, by sallying out in full force themselves! Save for Victor and Othala (and Purity, I guess), all of them hit PRT. And, if you can do basic counting, you will note that Empire 88, even with those two out and Hookwolf and Cricket held prisoner still outnumbers PRT. And that's just one gang.

The results? Velocity died in the line of duty as another notch on Hookwolf's killcount.

As a silver lining, Miss Militia reminded everyone that normal weapons can be scary by chain-rocketing Fenja's head off.

Fuck this city.

[video removed for excessive gore]

►TinMother (moderator)

Let's keep it only mentally disturbing instead of trying to make everyone lose their meal, alright?

1… 5, 6, 7

►Victim Girl


I'm no expert but this means an outright gang war, right? (For as much as PRT/Protectorate can be called a gang). The pretense of civilised cops and robbers has been definitively torn away here with deaths on both sides. There's no way either side is letting this slide.

►Wedgie

Maybe if the rest of America gave a shit about BB. Let's face it, Boston is just four hours by car from here and any one of their Protectorate teams is bigger than all of BB Protectorate combined. We are written off.

►Nutty

At least ABB is calm and reasonable, right?

Right?

►PaleWarrior

Fuck y'all, they killed a twin! They deserve to burn!

►SpiderSays

Real classy, dude. Real classy.

►MuskyVixen (Unverified Cape)

Eh, I doubt Kaiser will have the balls to commit. Lóng doesn't care, true, but if he officially moves against Protectorate, New Wave will definitely join and Epopeia's little growing group of lunatics seems cheerfully determined to poke at the Empire too and they keep growing if two new chicks someone shared elsewhere on the board out shopping with her today are any indication. At that point, he is the one getting outnumbered.

►RooftopEnjoyer (Original Poster)

At least it all went down during school hours. Can you imagine what would've happened if Victor and Othala hit BBPD while Vista was at the precinct?

►Dark Knight (Unverified Cape) (Former Vigilante)

They would get their assess kicked, lmao. My girl Vista has been on the job for the last five years. Maybe she would share the spotlight with Xiangliu and the new guy if she was feeling nice?

►Robbie-G

>new guy got lap pillow from hot fox girl

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! ME, NOT HIM!

►DesuVult

Fuck all of that. Cheers and a toast for our woman, Miss Militia for making fine, Germanic ragu!

►D-D-Dracula

And some very sour krauts besides.

►RooftopEnjoyer (Original Poster)

Getting real dark here, folks.

►Point_Me_@_The_Sky (Verified Cape)(Unmasked)

Meh, Empire doesn't get to cry bitch after all the capes they ragu'd over the decades they have been sitting in the Bay.

But, speaking of Miss Militia, she is fine. She got as good of a first aid as could be done on the scene by the PRT troopers and pulled through without bleeding out. Currently at PRT's hospital where Panacea is tending to her and the others wounded during the clash with the Nazis. I've tagged along as moral support.

►DesuVult

Thanks the fuck for Panacea.

►RooftopEnjoyer (Original Poster)

Great to hear that, Point_Me_@_The_Sky. Hopefully your sister won't push herself too hard patching up the boys (and girls).

►Point_Me_@_The_Sky (Verified Cape) (Unmasked)

Haha, trust me she won't! She is prioritising heroes, Militia especially, true, but Nightingale came not half an hour ago and took over the whole proceedings by presence alone. Stared sis into letting her and the doctors take care of the anyone who wasn't in critical condition and then started rationing her.

Dunno what it's about, but she seems invested in making sure PanPan doesn't work herself into an early grave, so I can get behind that.



Welcome to /phbb/ - Capes Brockton Bay Incognito 21/01/2011 (Fri) 01:16
Incognito (OP)
>so, the neat thing you can notice from the vid Dragon nuked from PHO is that Alabaster threw something into the van before Hook turned Velocity into ragu. Dug a little and, turns out? It's one of those dissolving solutions PRT has under hard lock and which they use whenever they get a bit too enthusiastic about foaming a scene.

>At about similar time as Empire hits Hook's transport, Victor and Othala hit BBPD main precinct, springing out all the mooks still in custody.

>Alabaster unaccounted for in either place at the start of the brawl.

>Cricket is being held at PRT HQ since she is not hard to contain unlike RaguMachine 9000

>Cricket and Alabaster show up to the Big Brawl together, with some PRT patterned antifoamer. Two capes, not even Epire's top brawlers, managed to loot PRT HQ of a secure prisoner and one of its most valuable shit.

Incognito2
>>Can't believe Piggy wanted Velocity dead so much she collaborated with nazis.

Incognito3
>>
pig's thirst will not be satiated until all parahumans are dead

Incognito4
>>>do not put the words 'piggot' and 'thirst in the same sentence, fag

Incognito3
>>*collage of inflation porn with Emily Piggot's face badly photoshopped on*
>>your welcome, incog

Incognito (OP)
>I think that just proves Brockton Bay PRT is just a mob front. I am not saying Nazi front specifically, because they have multiple Wards of colour that remain unragufied, but this was ludicrous.

Incognito5
>>>> Everyone knows BB is an abandoned ginger stepchild of mommy Costa-Brown. No wonder Piggot supplements her budget by whoring her men and equipment to the gangs

Incognito2
>>*photo of unnamed jacked af teen parahuman getting a lap pillow from fox girl*
>>IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME, INCOGS! ME, NOT THIS LITERAL WHO!

Incognito4
>>>ABB is trying to convince us racial mixing is correct bros and gotta admit, ITS FUCKING WORKING!

Incognito (OP)
>*step-by-step collage of Miss Militia literally blowing Fenja's head off*
>btw, BROS, I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS WOMAN

Incognito (OP)
>*another photo of Miss Militia, being dragged to safety, missing left arm and bleeding from face wound*
>hurry up incog, she is all right now, but for how long?

Incognito2
>>Velocity? Dead
>>Miss Militia? All right.
>>Armsmaster? On house arrest for being decent human being for once.
>>Piggott? Fucking up since New Year's
>>BBPRT stonqs? Freefalling

Incognito6
It's all Dauntless' master plan to usurp leadership of ENE
Wake up, sheep

Incognito2
>hurry up incog, she is all right now, but for how long?
>>in a city with Panacea? not long



January 22nd

"I will be moving out, Outis. I'm afraid my recent moves mean I'll need to live closer to one of my projects since it has entered a bit of a delicate stage and will require a direct oversight for a moment." Moriarty announced in the morning after what turned out to be a big clash between PRT and Empire, the consequences of which were yet to be fully grasped. "You may have given your explicit blessing initially, but given you're likely to be receiving more attention from the Empire as they look for a way to shore up their standing, I feel like I need to reiterate and make sure you're aware that I might not be immediately available in crisis without the usage of the Seals."

In what was pretty much a pattern by now, the Servant contingent (plus Outis) had been accompanied by Sabah and Katsumi for breakfast. The two of them endured Melt's prickly commentary just for the chance to have the hand on the pulse of the events while the (secret so far) AI provided commentary.

"You work best from backstage, doubly so now we have your Charisma back up and running." Outis chuckled, shaking his head. It had been fun to bring the Professor to Firefly's Province. "Just give me a head's up if you need me to shuffle our roster a bit. Or if you're going to be sending some goons my way."

"You have my number and I, yours. In this day and age, there's no excuse to have communication failure if you aren't living in the boonies." The old man snorted. "Still, good to know. I'll make sure to set aside time to keep working on the administrative side of Miss Elizabeth's career in the meantime." He added with a theatrical bow towards the Countess.

"Mostly because you still need an official sounding job." The pinkette deadpanned. "Very well, but I expect you to do it properly."

"You wound me, young miss!" Moriarty exclaimed dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. "Still, do be careful. High tension situations like these can easily go wrong. Much as it galls me to admit, the human element can be frustratingly uncontrollable even with the best of levers."

The group enjoyed their breakfast for a little longer once Moriarty departed, before Da'at finally made itself known again.

[Apologies, I have been busy setting up all the conditions for the Skill Trial.]
[I had to find a few workarounds for the restrictions put on it.]
[Thankfully, setting it up as a 'gameplay tutorial' managed to get rid of most of the associated costs.]
[The question of possessing a relevant Berserker Card remains.]
[That was the other task I was focusing on.]

[You will still need to roll for Servants, but I have managed to set up a guarantee of obtaining at least a single Berserker to burn to obtain the Blank Card.]
[I will look into ways to replicate this feat, but suspect the costs to be considerable.]

"Time to burn another day's salary." Outis sighed without any heat as light shimmered into a deck of cards in his hands. "Alright, let's see who comes home today."

He wasn't much in the mood for flourishes today, given. Well. So he just slid the cards on the table after a bit of shuffling. Caster, Archer, Avenger, Ruler, Avenger, Rider, Caster, ArcherBerserker, Berserker, Berserker.

[...]
[The very laws of probability are laughing at me right now.]

"Silly thing." Melt purred as she looked up at the unceremoniously undramatic summoning. "You, of all entities, should know better than to tempt the Desire Sensor."

"Oooohhhhh~!" Elizabeth thrilled in delight at the identity of one of the new Servants, grabbing Outis' arm and snuggling into him. "Darling, we simply must find a way to pencil his manifestation in. That kind of musical talent would really elevate my performances~!"

"Well, I won't say no to hearing you play opera, that's for sure." The Master of Cards chuckled, nuzzling slightly into the tiny girl. Only slightly because her horns, while amazing in great many ways, were a bit difficult to manoeuvre around. "Haah, those manifestation slots are starting to hurt. We got a Lostbelt King, one of the physically strongest Servants in the whole Throne, and a couple girls I didn't even know were registered."

"You're also getting even more nobility." Sabah noted as she bent over the table to read the names on the cards. "Dunno what an Alter thing means and… wow, your world has documented Case 53s getting pretty famous, huh?" She pointed at another one, clearly confused by their appearance.

"I… don't remember him being… this furry." Elizabeth shook her head. "Might have something to do with how the mechanics behind our powers sometimes get real funny ideas but… I'm just as lost as you in this case."

"So boss' power can be more accurately described as 'getting important people to do all the work'." Katsumi snorted. "How many's it by now?"

"Let's see… we have a Pharaoh, an Emperor, an Empress, two Queens proper, a crown Princess, two Princes, a Countess and… do Popes count?" Outis asked as his hand hovered over the Ruler Card.

"Wars have been fought on the subject." Elizabeth commented idly as she reached for a piece of bread. "Although Tsar doesn't actually mean Emperor, darling."

"I know it is derived from Caesar, so I assumed." The black haired man hummed, brow pinched slightly in thought, "...Right, didn't slavic nations have a thing for Principalities?"

"We all make mistakes in the throes of our passion for the Glory of Rome." Elizabeth cooed placatingly.

"Truly, Romulus smiles upon us." Outis snorted. Fuckin' Holy Roman Empire. Neither Holy nor Roman nor an Empire.

"People–" [Humans] "–in general get way too bent over their titular dick measuring contests in the first place." Melt pointed out, abusing Kasumi and Sabah's lack of connection to the system to do a bit of discreet self-reveal. "It's all semantics for just how much more important you are for having this much more territory and people than the next guy over."

"It does sometimes get very funny, like how the title of Archduke came about." Outis pointed out as he scooped up the Class Cards and let them slip into whatever Imaginary Number Space nonsense Da'at used to store all this stuff. "But I don't disagree, it's just a streamlining of power plays at the end of the day. The less you have to spend reminding everyone you're boss, the more you can enjoy."

"You are getting sidetracked." Cleopatra spoke irritably, having inserted herself into the conversation. "You were planning on correcting the downside of your over reliance on Berserker, no? Perhaps discussing semantics can wait until after that?"

"Right, sorry." Outis chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, "Da'at, what can you tell me about the Trial?"

[You will mentally enter the instance generated by the Card, and on a later occasion, sacrifice the resources to attune it towards the desired outcome.]
[You will be alone, save for a guide with a significant connection to the Skill you will be aiming to obtain.]
[I cannot tell you what the details of the Trial will entail.]

The empty red card in front of Outis glowed with light, casting his face in a ruby glow.

[Beginning Trial of Berserk.]
[Good luck.]



When the red light faded, Outis found himself in front of a campfire in the woods. The full moon was bright overhead and the forest around quiet. Still. Snow laid thick on the ground, glowing with reflected light as the shadows of bare trees danced to the crackling campfire.

"Yo!" A man sat in front of the fire, long blue hair spilling from under the furred hood of his blue cloak. He wore sandals with no regard for the cold around the two of them. "Come 'n sit down, Master, we can talk and I can explain how the stuff's supposed t' go. Bet you weren' expectin' me, eh?" Cu Chulainn invited Outis to his little camp with a grin. Curiously, his eyes looked more golden than red when lit only by the fire.

"I was expecting Beowulf, yeah." Outis chuckled as he obliged, entirely unsurprised to see he had Red Berserker Installed already. Or that he was locked into the class. "Although I can think of a couple of reasons why you came to say hi."

"I'm a convenient middleman like that again, yeah. Should start charging them Norse folks for usin' me like that, 'specially since you ain't in a hurry to get me out." The Celtic demigod joked with an easy grin. "Know a thing or two 'bout rage myself. But yeah, no, you're not learnin' my stuff here. Drink?" He explained, offering Outis a bottle.

"Aye, we're mostly doing posturing and sneaky breeky bullshit at this point, so it seemed rude to wake you up. 'Specially since you'd get a big ol' heap of handicaps piled atop not having your spear." Red Berserker said apologetically with a roll of his shoulders, taking the bottle without a second thought. "Don't mind if I do."

He started with a small sip, of course. Both the Celts and the Norse partied hard and he knew what went into pumping up a berserker. The drink was strong and heady, even the small amount he took in buzzing his head. Also quite sweet.

All around lovely, really.

"Finally!" The Irishman in front of him barked out a laugh on exhale. "My last three Masters had hang-ups about living up a little." Grinning, the man slapped his knee as he leaned forward. "Yer gonna need to drink all that. Real berserkir might not need it, but initiates and those who are just startin' need help to get in the groove. It's where all the stuff 'bout uncontrollability comes from in the uninitiated folks' stories of them." The man added with a glint in his eyes.

"Right, I have something of an idea what this is going to leave me like. I'd apologise for what will come out of my sewage canal of a mouth, but I'm pretty sure you'll get a kick out of it." Outis said with a wry chuckle, before getting to work. The bottle's butt rose higher and higher as he demonstrated what some investment in Endurance did for a motherfucker. Throat burn and pausing for breath were skill issues.

"Aaaalllll-right." Outis' beartrap grin stretched nice and wide as the souped up booze broke its foot off in his ass kicking him to cloud nine at Mach five. Brilliant red smoke came out with his voice like blood turned incense, almost as smooth going up as the butotens had been coming down. Very shiny, very pretty, he would reeeally rather get some blood spilling now that his was pumping nice and hot. "What next, teacher o' teacher?"

"Now, kid." Cu Chulainn grinned right back, his grin matching the savagery on Red Berserker's mug without diminishing his dashing looks. Fuckin' demigods. "You hunt. A bear, a wolf or a boar. The choice's yours, but you gotta do it. And, here's the fun part…" He made a pause for emphasis. "Mano-a-mano, savagery for savagery. Two beasts enter, one comes out and the dead get sacrificed to ol' One-Eye for patronage."

"Now that's what I love to hear. You northerners know how to party. Lessee…" Outis trailed off, jaw working side to side as his brain freewheeled, "I could really go for some fresh bacon right now, but context and symbology fukkin' matter with this sorta shit. Boar, stubborn, unkillable. Bear, big, strong, hungry. Wolf, clever bastard, team player, which is where the money at for me. Don't wanna give Liz 'nother scare."

No matter how much the Madness was cranked up, a Master remained a Master. Although, of course, "'Sides, it'd be a ten-ten date to go mauling some monsters with her. Here's hoping I can talk her into using her dragun bits a lil more. That smile's already lethal as-is, add a wee bit of arterial spray and I'll fall in love all over again, I will."

"That your type, eh? I can dig the date idea, if not the kind of woman. Just means we wouldn't step on each other's toes at least!" The Hound snorted as he threw Outis a small runic stone. "Here, berkano to guide you to your quarry. 's as far as I can help out. The rest of it is me lookin' at you having fun." The Servant mock-grumbled as he stood up and grabbed his staff from where it was leaning against the tree.

"Right on!" Red Berserker said with a bark of laughter as he caught the stone in his clawed hands, getting up in a single smooth motion. "Now, let's see what the hell sort of monster you call wolves around here and whose throat gets torn out today."



"Funny thing how oft a beast is linked to the gods, eh lad?" Caster mused from his watchpoint at the edge of the moonlight-basked clearing. Beneath him, Outis observed where the man's Rune of Tracking led him. "We all love dogs and hate wild beasts so you can swing it either way. Guess 's why berserkir trial pits you against what you aim to become."

His opponent waited almost on the opposite end of the stereotypically circular and clean clearing. A massive, grey furred wolf the size of a car. Its blood-red eyes were locked onto Outis as a rumbling, deep growl emerged from its maw, the beast slowly starting to pace around its end of the clearing in rising agitation.

"Heeey, big guy. You know the rules and so do I. No hard feelings, yeah?" Red Berserker said not unkindly, limbering up as he stepped into the arena proper, stance low and loose.

"▇▇▆▆▇▇██████!" The beast roared, causing the snow to fall from the branches behind it before its body tensed, muscles bulging and it–

leaped.

The snow kicked high into a cloud as the massive, grey wolf bound for Outis with outstretched paws and open maw, eyes gleaming with animalistic rage and spit flying off.

Red smog blasted the snow away, solid ground meeting Outis' right foot as he pivoted on it. The left smashed into the ground at the same time his clawed hands dug into the wolf's leading leg. Muscle like steel cords shifted under leathery hide as the world seemed to slow to a crawl for an endless moment. "Opposable thumbs, bitch."

Feet, legs, core, shoulders, arms. The whole of his body twisted as he slammed the wolf snout-first into the ground with enough force to shake it. The snow sprayed in all directions as it marginally cushioned the fall. The wolf choked out the growl and twisted to bite at the arm holding to it, massive jaws clamping down on Red Berserker's limb and drawing blood as the beast attempted to stand up to properly leverage its size.

Bandaged fingers clamped down on fangs the size of knives from the inside of the monster's maw. He could feel teeth scrape bone as he heaved, but his hand could still clench into a fist and that was what mattered. Especially when it let him yank down the bastard and drive a knife hand right into its massive eye.

The beast growled, ignoring the pain as it clamped even harder down on Red Berserker's arm and instead braced its limbs as it began trashing its head around. That was an issue that got fixed by the expedient method of punching its teeth to pieces.

The shards of teeth fell into the snow staining with blood of man and beast, the rich, hot liquid causing it to hiss and melt. The wolf growled from the back of its throat as it raked one of its paws against Red Berserker's arm and swiped downwards. Still, with its fangs crushed under savage blows, it lost balance momentarily as its vice grip on Outis vanished before it could properly reposition.

The drunk Berserker didn't give it a moment's rest. Both arms were functional, so that meant putting them to work. This time by leaping onto the bitch's back. The wolf howled as it reared wildly, head raising back up both on instrict from the pain of the grip used to pull Red Berserker and to try and get a better look at him. Its surviving eye gazed in maddened fury at the man while it tried to twist its body to either reach him or shake him off.

"Woohoo!" Outis laughed wildly, clawed fingers not giving a single inch as he clambered higher up, letting him wrap both arms around the wolf's windpipe. "Have you heard of the Nemean Lion, bubba?"

There was no answer, naturally, save for even more frantic kicking and jumping. Perhaps as the monster underneath him instinctively sensed what was coming. Not that it helped any when Outis' arms began crushing its throat and spine. The beast trashed and tried to roll on the ground to crush Red Berserker beneath its bulk which was somewhat softened by the thick layer of snow the two fought in. Inevitably, its movements began slowing down, more sluggish, more lethargic, until finally, the wolf stilled completely.

Slowly, as the adrenaline rush ended and the intoxicating cloud over his mind lifted, Outis became aware of the slow clapping. "Damn kid, you really went and channelled Greek me there at the end." Cu Chulainn joked as he observed him with gold-red eyes, head inclined as if listening to something on the air. "Good, savage fight, pretty much textbook. I'd advise repeatedly getting in the zone and fighting to make sure you get the hang of it instead of it just helpin' ya with yer anger management problem."

"Lots of spars and lots of throwing myself into Provinces, got it." Outis said with a bob of his head once he was completely sure the wolf was dead, letting go of its neck and stretching out his arms. Banged up, but nothing too terrible. "Dunno if trial by fire on the one full of torturers and wolfmen or if to ease in with a rumble in the jungle with a bunch of oni."

The Irish demigod shrugged. "Could be either way, knowing these norse folk. Might like the chutzpah of just running off into a hard fight, might appreciate refining yourself on something more along yer league." The man sighed as he rubbed his neck. "Anyway, off ya go. Try to make sure you get my spear before calling on me, if possible, alright? Unless it's an emergency, I ain't a cunt to get bent over that kind of thing." The man requested, even as the area of the trial slowly grew hazier and hazier, losing detail as Outis' consciousness was being brought back from the trip. "By the way, catch!"



He came back to his senses back in Csejte's grand hall, with Elizabeth and Sabah peering at him with worry writ on their faces and the feeling of something sticky constraining his arm.

[Berserk Trial completed.]
[Rewards: 1x Claw of Chaos (Those wounded by this claw become prisoners of chaos.), Berserk skill can be now grafted upon chromatic Cards at E-rank. A familiar.]
[Berserk (Wolf): E - Increases the chances of resisting mental influence, slightly increases melee damage, increases coordination with allies when under the effects of confusion or madness effects.]
[Due to the nature of the Skill, if installed on the Card with Mad Enhancement, once Berserk's rank is higher than that of Mad Enhancement, the latter will be subsumed, freeing a skill slot on the card.]

[You might want to seek medical attention.] Da'at added languidly once it finished listing and explaining his new acquisitions.

"I will never understand why astral projecting reflects the wounds on the body." Elizabeth began fussing over him immediately. "Thankfully Sabah was quick on her feet."
"Remind me to do something nice for you later, Sabah." Outis replied without a second thought.

The aforementioned girl just ducked her head. "The least I could do. I am more interested in why you've got a crow pop out of nowhere. I… don't think there's a connection to berserkers there?" She asked, clearly confused, pointing at… something resting on his head. Presumably a crow,

"Caw." It announced itself.

"Honestly, once you open the door even slightly ajar, all the cheaters will take advantage." Cleopatra supplied, eyeing Melt with suspicion while AI ignored her.

"Does she have red eyes? Slim plumage?" Outis asked, knowing very well how a particular subset of the Norse mythology rolled.

"Yes for the eyes, no idea for the second." Sabah supplied. "Just… try not to move too much? Katsumi went to fetch Miss Nightingale from the infirmary so she should be here soon."

Partial confirmation, good enough.

"I will have to buy or make some combs for feathers." Outis sighed as he tried to keep his mind away from what the Nurse of Steel would say. Did his new friend count as a familiar?

"Off from his head. This is unsanitary." Nightingale announced her arrival with a steely command and a hard expression, glaring at the bird on his head even as she strode closer, red eyes already taking in his injuries. The flap of wings and slight lessening of the weight on his head told Outis the bird had functional survival instincts. "Good work on bandaging, Miss Sabah."

"Ah… Thanks." The poor girl whispered, rubbing her thighs as she leaned away from Outis and into Elizabeth who also cheerfully abandoned her beloved to the Head Nurse's mercy.

"You. With me." Nightingale motioned at Outis, almost visibly restraining herself from just grabbing him and marching off to the infirmary in bridal carry. Or whichever other hold wouldn't aggravate his wounds too much. Clearly someone wasn't happy a copy of her card was used to inflict wounds on her Master.

"Yes'm." Outis, too, had functional survival instincts. Nightingale nodded and motioned for him to lead the way, the compliance apparently enough for the woman to decide to trust him with moving himself over.

The crow still followed them.



AN/ In which desire sensor mocks us.

Me: "Aight, we need a freebie Berserker to demonstrate trialling but there's no guarantee we will pull one in a reasonable amount of rolls."
Me: "Aight, let's just bullshit a justification to guarantee one."
Dice: *two fucking Berserkers show up right after sacrificial lamb Santa Nightingale*
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Chapter 23: 2-10 [Recruitment Drive] New
January 22nd

The city was gonna be a mess soon. Always happened when a cape from a big group died. The rest suddenly needed to remind everyone to not get any funny ideas, that they were top dogs for a reason. Bad time to be independent. Bad time to be small time. The big gangs were gonna pressure the smaller ones.

ABB probably won't really care, the Trainyard was cut off from the city by their turf, true, but it didn't really offer them anything. It let him do his thing in peace. But if the big guys were moving, they would be eyeing him up as an easy target. One of their capes, any of them, he was confident he could handle. Problem was, they wouldn't come alone.

He had a job lining up, but that vanished just as the mess in the city happened. Shame. Even if there was nothing to do, it would give him a place to bunker down and weather the mess. Going to the Empire before the Empire came to him… Trainwreck might not remember shit from before he woke up in this godforsaken city, but the idea was revolting. And he said that as a canned nugget who didn't mind roughing people up because his own life took a turn for shit. He could probably take Protectorate's offer to join, he was small time enough, much as it rankled to have so few results but they would just ship him elsewhere.

No thanks, he liked this derelict wreckage.

In the unfamiliar world, even the smallest shred of familiarity felt nice.

He was too pasty for ABB, not family enough for New Wave (would they even take him with no legal ID? He doubted Brandish would be thrilled to have him as son-in-law besides). Skid and Squeal were okay, so was Mush, but there was no real connection there.

There was the chick who floored Hookwolf, apparently setting something up herself. Seemed a bit too goody two shoes to take a guy like him in… but she took Kanabo, so maybe? Kanabo was nicer than Trainwreck, by a good margin, and a pretty one too. Not like Trainwreck.

Either way, problem was finding her. Trainwreck knew she was passing through the Trainyard on the regular, and it was hard to miss Glory Girl going overhead, but he had a hard time finding the details. Maybe if he got an idea from Squeal's work. Too much of a gamble.

And then, couple nights back, he got a big clue. Literally. Hard to miss a whole ass glowing, blue, giant woman dominating the night sky. At the time, he didn't care much, they weren't expanding into the Trainyard so they had no problem with one another. He just noted it down and went about his business o'being a muscle here and there.

So here he was, slowly making his way through the forest, the steps of his power armour heavy and loud. He was not a subtle cape, Trainwreck. Big and obvious and crude. A simple man, in a complicated situation. Slowly, Epopeia's base came into his view.

A whole ass castle.

Trainwreck had to stop the moment the walls came clear into his sight. He took off his goggles and checked them. Rubbed his eyes. Put the goggles back on. The wall was still there grey stone grading into purple near the top. And behind the wall, a whole ass castle, purple tiles on the roof, big windows…

The whole shebang.

"Th'hell?" He muttered to himself, even as he forced his power armour to resume movement. Far as he knew, there was nothing in the woods immediately outside the Bay. He knew, he checked in the past when he was experimenting with wood. When he still had some dreams of maybe appearing in polite company.

And he would like to think he was something of an expert on how fucking long it took to build something complicated with limited resources and tools. That took time, especially if you wanted to lay low.

Whole ass castle didn't get made in less than a month. Especially with none the wiser. And it was… okay, he was not an expert on castles, but he could still tell it was solid. Sturdy walls, well maintained. The system hooked into his goggles said well manned too. Nothing special, but there were plenty of people. Enough there would need to be significant traffic for their supplies.

Trainwreck frowned as he stomped to the gate. He would have noticed that kind of traffic. Epopeia debuted at the start of the month, but how long has she been here for real?

Suddenly, Trainwreck's decision to see if the chick was looking for a Tinker for hire sounded more reasonable.

"Yo, Wreck! What's up?" By the time he reached the gate, it was already open. Kanabo was standing in the middle of it in all of her six foot six glory, just a head taller than Trainwreck, some kind of archaic armour the colour of autumn leaves covering her torso and limbs. It suited her. Her blue skin had a nice contrast with the orange, especially with the way her white hair flowed down. He consciously, carefully rubbed his own, already feeling embarrassed. At least the getup meant there was less for his eyes to get stuck on. And hiding behind her, almost literally given the size difference…

Well, Parian's presence was surprising. Trainwreck heard she worked with the other new cape… Bathory, and that Bathory and Epopeia seemed to be a thing. Maybe, online speculation almost invariably ended in relationship drama, but what he could find pointed in the direction of some kind of friendly relationship.

He was getting sidetracked. Point was, Parian didn't do fighting. Actively avoided it and the fact didn't look like it would change soon, given her white porcelain mask was barely peeking out from behind Kanabo.

"Rumble over in the city means it's bad idea to be indie." He grunted as he willed his armour to a stop. "Figured might as well check if my neighbour needs a Tinker. Didn't expect all that." He added, pointedly looking up before bringing his head down.

"Yeah, boss has some insane pockets." The blue Asian snorted. "Still surprised you're reaching out."

"There was no big rumble since I showed up, so didn't see the point." He shrugged. "Probably wouldn't bother with a hero team 'cept my first option wasn't picking their phone." The rich guy probably got fucked over somehow and was too busy with damcon to care about a canned nugget like Trainwreck.

"So mostly for strength in numbers, not for commitment." She summarised, nodding her head. She got it. Trainwreck didn't know what Kanabo was getting out of hanging out with the new chick… the less new-new chick, but given she helped punt Hook into jail for two weeks, safety was definitely there.

"Have yet to meet a chick who wants me for commitment." He snorted, giving her a thin, tight lipped grin which didn't show his… less than good teeth. At the same time, he vented the steam to flip his kilt for emphasis. He knew what he was 'bout. Might as well put it on the table from the get-go.

"And yet, somehow, still not the worst potential coworker I'd have." Another voice commented flatly from behind Trainwreck. He twisted around, his armour making noise more for show than from actual strain of the rapid movement. Bathory was there, one hand on her hip, the other raised in such a way that with her pink hair falling, it was obvious she just flipped it. Purely for show. The midget with extra bits looked up at him with a thoroughly bored expression on her face, which was still miles better than what was the standard for how pretty chicks typically looked at him. Least whenever he bothered trying to go in civvies. Not much point for a guy like him.

Then, she wrinkled her pretty little nose and frowned and it left him suddenly very much conscious of the grease and grime all over his (admittedly covered) body and the acne scars. Not to mention the whole nugget thing. Still, he was a big, tough guy who owned the Trainyard. Gotta show he could mean business, so he just crossed his arms over his round chest plate and stared back…

Maybe the goggles made the staring contest a bit unfair.

"So, boar guy." Boar guy? "What's your deal?"

What the fuck was this midget talking about? "Sorry?"

The pink little thing in front of him sighed and hung her head like she was taking pity. It honestly ticked him off a bit. "Your deal. Y'know, what do you do?"

"Thought I'd be havin' that talk with Epopeia, shortstuff." He grunted back. It would be bad for his plan if he got in a fight with a non-fighty cape before Epopeia even showed up.

Bathory jerked her head at the castle behind him before giving him a toothy grin. "My house. If I say something, Darling will consider."

Huh. Good to have confirmation of that, at least. Shrugging, Trainwreck tapped the metal covering his arm. "Lots of stuff. Never gonna look all prim and pretty like Armsmaster's, but'll be good like his. Don't need fancy materials for it either."

"Improvised gear without quality loss improv implies? Sounds useful." The midget stalked closer and stood up on her toes to tap his chest plate with one of her ludicrously long nails before looking him in the face.. "And you're saying you don't have a theme besides… rough aesthetic?"

He shrugged with some pride, "Never found a limit. Granted, didn't look hard, had to take care of necessities first and then just went with what worked."

"Not everyone can be Vinci, I guess." She muttered to herself as her tail swept lazily behind her. It was honestly giving him a few ideas for add-ons.

"Soooo… we can leave them be?"

"Probably. Boss lady seems to have everything under control. C'mon, I want to go back to practising this stuff we stumbled on."

"Y-you just want to make more shibari jokes."

"Someone needs to keep up the bullying quota~."


Trainwreck didn't quite notice when it happened, but at some point they started just walking around the castle grounds as the pink shortstuff chattered at him. Normally, he would be annoyed with her for wasting time, but she managed to stay on topics related to tech and overhauls and keeping to aesthetic without sacrificing functionality. Somehow. He found himself grunting and giving his own short commentary. From what he gathered, Bathory personally oversaw, maybe even fitted, all the modern stuff into her stereotypical castle. She didn't know a lot about exotic tech, but modern stuff? Surprisingly deft hand, for all that she wasn't a Tinker.




Nr1ClockFan @memetosisofficial
Just saw news 'bout Cricket with a bunch of Empire's skinheads staging a rally in the eastern Downtown. Lots of unpowered folks with guns and bats.

Nr1ClockFan @memetosisofficial
Not doing anything. Just lounging at the intersection. Menacingly.

cory6574 @c99834l
Assault and Battery are patrolling… Docks. Armsmaster and Militia on the Boardwalk. Dauntless spotted swinging by the BBPD main precinct.

2nd Amendment Simp @Militia's_Unofficial_Greatest_Simp
On one hand, good to know Miss Militia is fine, not that it was ever in question with Panacea around.

2nd Amendment Simp @Militia's_Unofficial_Greatest_Simp
On the other, great to know PRT is doing anything about obvious Empire provocation.

Very Lost Italian @The_Last_Marche_Stan
What, and start an open war with the Empire?

Very Lost Italian @The_Last_Marche_Stan
The last time a major gang was broken it wasn't them either.

Rooftop Korean @2nd_Amendment_Enthusiast
Lot more police patrols in my area. Spoiler alert: not living in Downtown.

Rooftop Korean @2nd_Amendment_Enthusiast
Love to see good ol' posturing, eh?

Keep Winning Russian Roulette @I_Live_In_BB
Bet ya we'll see the news of Epopeia found dead soon?

Keep Winning Russian Roulette @I_Live_In_BB
Empire can't win against Uncle Sam

Keep Winning Russian Roulette @I_Live_In_BB
But it can totally ruin one (1) indie and her friends.

Keep Winning Russian Roulette @I_Live_In_BB
Won't be the first time.

BlackKnightLady @shadowstalkerofficial
Unlike most, Epo has a track record of winning against them Nazis. Sleeping Dragon aside, can't say that about anyone else.

Purse Mouse ✔ @BB_PRT_Unofficial
Must you?

cory6574 @c99834l
Lmao, first Armsy now the kiddos. guess Piggot is loosing confidence of her men.

Very Lost Italian @The_Last_Marche_Stan
As if Totally Not Shadow Stalker was ever not the loosest cannon on the Wards.

BlackKnightLady @shadowstalkerofficial
I try.

BlackKnightLady @shadowstalkerofficial
Someone has to be the bad cop to Vista's good.

Keep Winning Russian Roulette @I_Live_In_BB
It's bizarre seeing BKL's chirps gradually show more respect towards the littlest ward over the last year and half.

Eli-chan @Bloody_Pure_Idol
Heeeeey everyone~! Just announcing I'll be performing at the Lord's Market, BB on the 14th, 7pm sharp! Let's have a great time, okay~?

BlackKnightLady @shadowstalkerofficial
Wow, talk about tone deaf.

Specific Plot Provider @Specific_Protagonist_Writes
I am torn between hoping for some more parahuman excitement to fuel creative juices and hoping there won't be a bad surprise this time.

PaleChampion @goodoldfashionedvalues
Hate to agree with either SS or the porn addict but yes.

Nr1ClockFan @memetosisofficial
#Only_in_Brockton_Bay we can go from worrying about Nazi on government violence to history of black vigilante to aforementioned black vigilante and a skinhead agreeing on anything in the span of a conversation.

Nr1ClockFan @memetosisofficial
plz, change BB

Beloved_Lambda @leviathanwatchernr1
Ah, I knew there was a reason I hated this city on sight.



Trainwreck didn't even really notice when Bathory guided him inside the castle. Well, he did, all those white haired, pretty maids were hard to miss. Even if they were actual maid dresses, not the fetish wear Kanabo's old boss over at Boardwalk somehow talked the girl into wearing as a uniform. Still, they came into the infirmary where a sternfaced woman who looked like she might be related to half the maids in the castle was filling some paperwork. Only reason he didn't mistake her for one was her red uniform and much shorter skirt.

"Hey, Nightingale~. Brought a potential employee for Darling to interview." His guide thrilled, waving at the woman.

"Understood. She is resting." Nightingale, apparently, answered, pointing at the corner of the room. Her eyes focused on Trainwreck, scanning his form before she pursed her lips into a thin line. "The distribution doesn't quite look like prosthetics. I'd worry about the lack of hygiene exacerbating your health issues." Trainwreck almost wilted under that gaze and even so, he did feel his face heat up. The only thing stopping him from doing something stupid was how… concerned Nightingale sounded. Clinical and calm, yes, but there was concern there, he was sure.

He shrugged as he soldiered on with an explanation. "It's easier that way, nurse. Whatever caused me to get my powers left me without limbs. Did give me a way to move, barely, but…"

"I'll discuss workarounds if you get hired." She promised him succinctly. He blinked and allowed himself to be led over to where Epopeia was resting. That was a weird reaction. Why did Nightingale care about Trainwreck's state so much?

Epopeia was sitting on the bed in the corner, stripped from waist up, with only bandages wrapped over her arms and torso preserving her modesty. And even then, Trainwreck could still make out the outline of her very nice, big bust. He mentally patted himself on the back for keeping his goggles on. It kinda balanced out with the face. Epopeia, or at least her Red form (her power was colour coded Changer, if he remembered right), had a wild look to her, kinda like someone tried to shove a dog's features onto a human face. Her red hair was cut short if uneven.

He paused midstep as he noted a real deal fur cloak hanging off her shoulders with a fucking taxidermied wolf's head pasted on the left side, acting like the world's strangest pauldron. Black streaked with red like it was still bleeding.

He shook his head, the only external reaction he allowed himself. Epopeia's power was fucking weird and he was a nugget with half-anthrophied tendrils for limbs. At least he guessed his power wanted him to focus on relying on his tech.

"Y'know, I was initially going to set up shop in the Trainyard, been wondering how to square things out with you. Then Liz popped up and well." The Changer chuckled, waving her hand at the castle around them. Her fingers were tipped in claws, Trainwreck noted. "Trust that girl to upend plans in the best possible way."

Trainwreck grunted and scratched his chin at the reveal. "Wouldn't be the first. Would have hashed something out, worst came to be, we'd just duke it out to establish pecking order." Not many newbies did that, mostly 'cause Trainyard was behind the Docks so they didn't want to cross ABB turf or joined them automatically. Few that did didn't want to take orders from Wreck. "Would've probably freaked out once you started fucking around with Empire." He admitted with a tilt of his head.

"Hah! Fair nuff, on all counts." Epopeia barked, the sound more doglike than it had any right to. But, well. He couldn't exactly throw stones here. "Honestly, if I wasn't building something here, I'd have skipped town after the first rumble in the jungle with Hook."

"Tell me somethin' new." Wreck shrugged with a rueful grin. By the time he realised the Empire was 'round, he was already comfortable with his slice of the city. "Already told your sweetheart on the way here, but I'm a Tinker. Make stuff. No limits I found, save my powers wants it to have rustic charm to everything I make." He added, tapping his armour. "Dunno if it needs garbage materials to work, but it works like top of the shelf stuff anyway. Good, 'cause the power fucked my body over so my stuff doubles and triples as housing and actual limbs." He admitted. Better she knew what she was signing up for.

"Oho, I have a couple projects you could definitely help on. For materials, I can pull out about all the steel, copper and glass you could ever want from Violet Caster's floppy hat. Some throughput limits, but hey." The redhead chuckled, rolling her shoulders in a very distracting way, "As for your body? I'll get the crew on it. Even if you don't sign up long term, it's going to mean my immediate neighbour will be batting for me when it counts."

Even if he didn't… "Pwahahaha! Good one, Epo!" He chortled, a little bit of spit wetting the inside of his mask while a slap to his side emitting a loud gong-like sound. Shaking his head, Trainwreck drew a few short breaths to calm down. "What kind of ungrateful, pithy little cunt would I've to be to ditch the crew that fixed me? Even if your folks don't manage, that kind of guarantee is worth its weight, eh?"

"I take it as confirmation of employment?" Trainwreck jerked at Nightingale's voice close from behind him as the woman put her hand on his armoured arm. "Physical check-up is mandatory." He could see Bathory shoot him an apologetic look as she ran out on him and Epo, leaving them with doc who was staring way too intently at his armour.

Oh.



*ding dong*

Theo startled at the sound of the doorbell ringing, shooting Kayden a quick look. The woman didn't appear to pay attention to him, focused on her reflection in the mirror. She didn't give the notion she heard the bell either. It rang again, and she stayed in her place, expression unreadable to Theo. He wondered if he should've said something. The bell rang a third time. Just as Theo was standing up and opening his mouth, Kayden turned on her heel and marched towards the door, opening it.

"Kayden, good to see you." Theo's father stood patiently in the doorway, a warm, thin smile on his face as he looked down at Kayden. His hand fell from the breast pocket of his immaculate black suit where he pocketed his glasses. The man raised his gaze to look inside the house. Blue eyes steeled momentarily as he nodded. "Theo."

He felt himself shrink away from that piercing, analytical gaze and dropped his head as he mumbled his greetings.

"Max." Kayden huffed the man's name, almost like an insult. His father either didn't notice or didn't seem to mind if the huff of amusement was any indication. "Surprised you didn't bring Nessa with you."

Theo ducked back to Aster's room as he heard Kayden move from the door to allow his father entrance. Still, he lingered close enough to listen.

"She is grieving, Kayden." Theo's father chided her softly. "Allowing her time away from the team to process her loss was the least I could do for her."

"And whose fault is that?" Kayden hissed as the two moved past Aster's room and into the kitchen. Theo looked back at the sleeping form of his sister, then at the hallway. Throat dry and heart pounding, he slid closer to the hallway.

"...The PRT has been playing softball for years, after all." Because they were outnumbered, Theo thought to himself bitterly. Even if the Empire had to go out and match ABB cape for cape, they would still have enough to fend off Protectorate, after all. He refocused just in time to hear his father scoff. "Why she aimed for Jessica, I don't know. Honestly, if she reacted rationally and went for Hookwolf, she'd have done us a favour."

"Having second thoughts about your pet killer, Max?" Kayden bit venomously, "And it only took your niece dying."

"I know, Kayden." Theo shied away from the raw emotion in his father's voice. "Do you think I don't lambast myself? That I can't imagine Heith's judgement?" Theo wondered, sometimes, what kind of relationship Kayden had with both of his parents that his mother's name acted as a peacemaker of sorts. "But what is done cannot be undone, much as I'd hope otherwise. Haah, I need you, Kayden."

"You agreed to stay away. You promised." She hissed.

"And if it was just about me or the Empire, I'd respect your wishes." Theo's father deflected. Theo could practically see the apologetic incline of the man's head. "But I worry about Aster."

"The hell do you mean? She is not connected to the Empire."

"For now. I need to warn you, Kay, before it's too late."

They lowered their voices and Theo even heard the kitchen door creak close. Swallowing, he shut his eyes. This was… he should just turn around and focus on Aster. Live in blissful ignorance and leave his father to whatever web he was spinning for Kayden. She would see through his bullshit. She has already done it once. She would be fine.

He worried about Aster. About father using truth to get his hooks back in. What was that that would make the PRT realise the connection? Force them into action?

Shooting his sister a glance, he crept out of the room and towards the kitchen.

"...they are sure. Piggot is doing a sweep right now, but they still risked their allegiances being known."

"Could be a false flag…."

"...all accurate. One to one exactly, everything matching. You, me, Justin, everyone. Just sitting in a folder, waiting to be used. And now that PRT tasted blood? Who's to say they won't use it?"

"...they know I am on the outs. They won't dare."

"Won't they? It's a bad time to be independent. Parian and Kanabo opted to get in cahoots with other groups than risk PRT…"


Heart pounding, Theo crept back to Aster's room. Once there, he slid against the wall next to her crib and groaned into his hands. He didn't hear everything, but given the death of Velocity… and Jessica's, the buzz in the city and on the internet. He could guess.

He could very well guess what PRT had that terrified his father. Because Theo was sure the man, at the very least, had enough decency not to pretend Aster was in danger to get what he wanted. Hiding face in his hands, he groaned as he thought. Really, he should've stayed in the room and not snoop. Ignorance would be bliss. He wouldn't know, he wouldn't need to worry.

He wouldn't need to stress over his own powerlessness in this situation.

"Theo." He jerked his head up, looking wide eyed at his father. The man's face was impassive as he stared, before his gaze drifted to the side, face softening as he looked at Aster. Then, he looked back at Theo and the cold CEO was back in place. "A word, if you will?"

He turned around without waiting for an answer. Theo knew better than to make the man repeat himself so he scrambled to his feet and followed to the door. At the very least his father wasn't going to actually drag him back home. Max Anders was a man of his word and as long as Theo was spending time with Aster and Kayden…

"Concern for your sister is admirable, but take heed. Carelessness could hurt you, and through that, her." He stated, opening the door. Theo felt his mouth dry, words stuck in his throat.

"I…"

"I will not force you, I've already stated that." His father shook his head as he turned around to look Theo in the eyes. "But you should think, and step, carefully in the future. Without power you and Aster will be easy targets." He looked over Theo's shoulder. "I can only give you twenty four hours, Kayden. I need to be sure before I proceed."

With that, he left, Justin giving Theo a long, pointed look before giving him (most likely Kayden) a respectful nod before following Theo's father back to the car.



Unlike many other coffee shops on the Boardwalk, Hell's Brew opened only in the afternoon and for a few hours regardless. It had a dedicated clientele willing to pay the prices of the expensive brews the shop prided itself on, or who enjoyed the ambience and the decor enough to suffer. The two men who ran the business didn't mind people ducking in just to soak in the quiet, as long as they weren't disruptive, unless there was need for space for the paying customers. Business was business after all. The tranquillity was enforced by the larger of the two men, a tall, muscular guy with a rough, rumbling voice but relaxed demeanour willing to crack an inappropriate joke or pose for a photo. More sociable than his fellow manning the counter and doing all the brewing, that's for sure.

Then, at eight in the evening the shop closed the doors and even as they cleaned and completed inventory, Lóng and Oni Lee tended to discuss the day's happenings or make plans for the operations of their actual business.

"Kaiser will try to reel Purity back in." Kenta rumbled absentmindedly as he bent over the table with a rag in hand. He liked cleaning. Simple, honest motions set his mind at ease.

"He was bound to try anyway. I am just surprised he was willing to wait two years." Lee replied languidly as he went through the careful, practised motions of dismantling and cleaning his precious coffee makers. Kenta always found it hilarious the man just tackled an 'oni' in front of his name and decided that would be his 'secret' identity. Somehow, it worked.

"Didn't need her terribly and it gave him good PR. Now, Hookwolf's repeated fuckups and Militia killing his eye candy forces him to shore up." Kenta opined mildly. The reason was, ultimately, unimportant, only that it happened.

"He can't afford to officially take over the city. Think he will scare PRT for a little and then go after us?" His lieutenant asked without once breaking his focus. Lee was like that. Utterly dedicated but with good attention to detail and the ability to multitask. The question was more for the sake of filling the silence. Lee was smarter than Kenta, too.

"If he wanted us gone at the height of his power, he would just tell his skill thief to take care of me." Kenta shrugged. He knew his power's weaknesses. How ironic that the member of the Empire most dangerous to him was the one people forgot about most often. Said something about how cape culture developed, even with Miss Militia around to try and remind people that guns were still guns and not everyone was bulletproof. Even as a giant. "'sides, we were not the ones who humiliated the Empire. He will go looking for the newbie."

"He will have an unpleasant surprise." Lee declared smugly as he nodded in satisfaction upon inspection of the part in his hand.

"Your girl got you something?" Kenta picked up the offered thread idly as he put away the cleaning supplies and indulged in his vice and sank into his favourite chair with a sigh. He funded this one specifically, even if during opening hours it was used by customers. Still brought him satisfaction when the customers complemented how good it felt. No one could accuse him of being just a big brute.

"Trainwreck decided it's a bit too tense to remain independent and signed up with Epopeia as well." Ah. Well, that was a shame, Kenta was looking for a Tinker for quite some time now. As useful as they were rare. He had hoped Terracotta would have substituted well enough with his power but then the boy died while Firefly kept on living. Now he will have to invest heavier in the girl and actually hand her official responsibility. He will have to look over their Korean affiliates' businesses before presenting the girl her fief.

"Think Big Brother will inform us?" He asked instead. While they didn't quite know everything, they still knew more than their self proclaimed intelligence specialist thought they did. But she was useful and she saw it as a point of pride to keep ABB successful and profitable, so Kenta let her spin her webs.

"She has been shaken the last few days, before Hookwolf's break out, even. She is playing a dangerous game." Lee replied.

"So she knows something important but thinks she can use it for personal advantage." Kenta sighed, massaging his temples. Fucking Yakuza, thinking they were better and smarter than other criminals just because they had some calcified fucking rules. "'s why I hate these new Yaks."

He grinned at the pointed look Lee gave him. "Oh knock it off, you know I'm right. The respectable types stayed behind in Japan, like Daisaku-san."

"I am sure father would be thrilled to know your opinion of him has improved so greatly." Lee deadpanned.

"Has he actually learned who I was?" Kenta snorted. Back in Tokyo, he was no one. Half-breeds like him had no hope for advancement in the ranks, forever doomed to be grunts, good only for their muscle. Lee shrugged, so Kenta decided to continue. "Still, circling back to the main topic. Shame 'bout Trainwreck. Gah! We need a Tinker." He grunted.

"I am trying, but there's no one really available yet on the map." Lee sighed. Kenta nodded in acceptance. Fucking Tinkers got snagged as soon as they popped up. Was one of the reasons he was thinking of offering Trainwreck a spot. The other being the guy's specialty. A 'cheap' Tinker would have been great for keeping the acquisition on the downlow. "Unless you are willing to knock on Leet or Squealer's door."

"I am not that desperate as to think about hiring that inevitable obituary." Kenta snorted. Really, what kind of moron would look at Leet's record and decide 'yes, this is the man I want making stuff for my organisation'? Sighing, he scratched his chin. "...Squealer is kinda taken by Skidmark and her specialty is notable."

"Maybe if you give her 'good' drugs she will be able to design something that isn't Compensator 9000?" Lee suggested jokingly and getting rewarded with Kenta's guffaw. Loud and big sure described Squealer's tech to a T.

"Skidmark might be a decent investment too. Man's a veteran and that's worth something." Kenta hummed, rotating the idea in his head. "Both would obviously need rebranding."

"The biggest problem would be selling it to the rest of the gang, Kenta. Asian only, remember?" Lee chided him, reminding him of what he used to unite the disparate little groups which now formed ABB.

He grinned as he looked Lee straight in the eyes. "Oh, but Lee, haven't you heard kids these days?" His friend closed his eyes and grabbed a cup of coffee steaming to the side as if to steel himself for what Kenta was about to say. Bah, no appreciation for the humour! "I'm a dragon. If I decide they are Asian, they are."

"That's not how it goes."

"Awww, you do listen to the jokes kids make!" Kenta chortled, slapping his thigh before raising up and rolling his shoulders. "I've decided. Tonight, we will begin planning Squealer's recruitment."

After all, the Empire would be distracted with both the PRT and Hookwolf's grudge match with Epopeia. No better time to make risky moves like that.



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Chapter 24: 2-11 [Exposition] New
January 23rd

Amy stared blankly at the new addition to Outis' breakfast table at Csejte. Well, not literally, the guy was content to be on his own at the table off to the side, but still. She was gone for two days (two!) and somehow, while she was making sure Miss Militia could have a future as a heroine and then that there were no complications from Amy having to regrow an entire damn arm and an eyeball, Outis went and somehow managed to bring Trainwreck in.

Amy didn't really know Trainwreck. Oh, she heard about the man. A Tinker who just kinda appeared out of nowhere, wandering the abandoned train yards and getting into scuffles with all sorts of small fry capes before he seemingly decided to settle for a life of petty crime and muscle for hire. From what Vicky told her, which she got from Dean, who in turn got it from PRT grapevine, Trainwreck was some sort of 'garbage' Tinker who didn't really need access to good materials or tools, unlike pretty much any other Tinker in existence. Why he decided on the thug life eluded Amy but, apparently, he was here now.

Which she would need to deal with.

Honestly, she needed way more info on the guy's motivation. She could sorta understand why he would be rough sort, independent Tinkers didn't last, but resorting to crime?

She could feel the headache forming.

Trainwreck, in turn, seemed perfectly content to keep up the staring contest he had with Vicky who was also scrutinising him, even as both did their best to keep eating their lunch. Trainwreck was winning here on account of some doo-dad or another shovelling it into his mouth at a surprisingly reasonable pace. Sighing, Amy turned to Outis, determined to get any answers.

"Why?" She hissed at the fucking dumbass magnet for people of questionable legality who somehow warmed his way into her heart.

"Right now? Mutual interest." Outis replied without missing a beat as he dipped some bread into thick-as-mud goulash. "I give him materials and a very fortified base for when the Empire stirs trouble, he helps with his Tinkering. Nevermind how we can almost definitely fix up his body, so either he sticks around permanently or we have a friend in low places as our immediate neighbour."

"You mean I will have to fix his body." Amy corrected him dryly, pointedly not bringing up that Outis was an extremely likely target of the next big Empire attack because Hookwolf would definitely want to see if the third time wasn't a charm. And also for hitting their fronts.

"If you want to try and stop Nightingale from participating, be my guest." Outis chuckled, shaking his head before popping the piece of bread into his mouth, "But honestly, the man got a raw fucking deal and hasn't done anything worse than pick fights with capes here and there, so why not help? Makes me happy and makes all of us more secure." The dimensional refugee shrugged, like it was just that simple. "I'm obviously not giving him a Class Card or letting him in on any real secrets until I get a better feel for him or we've sorted out his mutations, but hey."

She blinked as the full scope of Outis' deal, and information about Trainwreck, registered. "Wait, wait, go back, go back. What do you mean 'mutations'?" She stopped herself from adding 'he looks perfectly fine' because, fair, her power was contact based, she didn't have Nightingale's uncanny ability to figure a person's health out at a glance.

"Oh, right, you weren't around for that briefing." Outis, you fuck. "He's a Case Fifty-Three, I think they're called? Doesn't have any limbs, just weak pseudopods he can extrude out. Da'at may need to give his power a noogie so it cooperates, but beyond that I don't really see any reason why we couldn't sort him out."

"Mostly because he can't be sorted out." Amy shook her head, holding up her hand before Outis could protest. "I tried. Guy's called The Snail, his skin is completely translucent in addition to hardened, scab-like growth dotting him. Power's being a living chemical cauldron which he then sweats. As you could imagine, looking like a particularly ugly rendition of a fantasy monster lends itself to being lowkey even worse than Kanabo just outright being blue. Add in amnesia and PRT found him out pretty fast and called me in to see if I couldn't fix him." She explained, recalling that particular incident. "I did, or so everyone thought. Lasted him about eight hours and afterwards he was on the verge of dying from malnutrition. That's when PRT read me in fully on Fifty Threes."

"Point is, if you find a Fifty-Three? Those looks are their new normal, their power enforces that as their baseline. Honestly, if not for Katsumi remembering her history with us, I would've thought she was one too." She shook her head.

[Excuse me, but that sounds exactly like a comic book plot with a shadowy conspiracy being responsible for superpowers.]

"You and everyone vaguely aware of Aleph and on the internet." Amy groused.

"Right, so focus on gathering data for now, we'll definitely want Da'at to get a good handle on his power before we do anything." Outis hummed thoughtfully, like it was just an eventuality.

[Once everyone is finished with their meal, I can try to shed some light on the probable cause of this power-backed deformity. As an outsourced medical professional you are, naturally, free to remain unaware.]

Amy did consider the offer. For about a couple seconds before shaking her head. This was a chance to make a real difference, no way in hell she was backing down.



'So, in addition to the aliens being real, they have problems with coma patients being able to still interface with us.' The thought was… chilling. The powers were temperamental, that much was obvious to Amy. She had access to PRT's medical data, she knew that before the Birdcage was build, PRT has toyed with the idea of 'power lobotomy' - the idea that since the powers were connected to corona pollentia, then, logically, surgical removal of that part of the brain would effectively neuter the parahuman in question. Unfortunately, all it did was cause their powers to go completely out of control. Fortunately, the first few trial cases had been relatively weak villains.

To think that the beings which granted them their powers could also have problems on their end… It did beg the question: if they could grant powers even when unresponsive to the outside stimuli, were they truly independent individuals?

[Look out, Miss Amelia] Da'at's warning pulled her out of her musings [You're about to see how I go about tying a carrot to a string to convince Outis to do anything.]

Huh?

[New Quest: Paradise Misfiled - Find the truth behind the mystery of Case 53s silent symbiotes.]
[Rewards: Parasite Eve progress, ???, ???]

[Apologies, my variant of precognition allows me to see the patterns but, sadly, does not provide the answers.]

"You two are taking this whole gaming theme even harder than Uber and Leet." She groaned, her mind latching onto the familiar to stave off both the headache and existential crisis. "And in an even nerdier way than those two."

"By the power of gacha games~" Outis said with a wiggle of his fingers, although his heart clearly wasn't in it.

"I beg you, tell me you do not have a way to make boat men real." Amy pleaded. If Outis did and Vicky found out… She had learned way more early 20th century naval trivia than she ever cared about due to her sister's obsession with that particular Aleph import.

True, it took her mind off of the potential problem of comatose aliens distributing powers blindly and with no way to control the consequences of such choices but… Well, that was just another fact of life Amy was completely powerless to change, so she might as well shelve it and forget about it. Until it turned out she could do something about it.

"...Huh." Outis hummed thoughtfully as he grabbed his chin, visibly turning the question over in his head.

"Do not–" Amy desperately hissed at the man, already familiar enough with his mind to know he could well take this as a challenge to make it reality. She didn't know enough about his absurd fucking power to tell if it was impossible and what she got from Violet Caster just wasn't conclusive enough.

"To steer the matters back on track." Nightingale cut in, her voice a perfect mix of measured calm and absolute exasperation. "Given the usual requirements for their classification, are we going to start seeing any Foreigners in the line-up, Da'at?"

[Not unless you want every Parahuman to be a double Class.] The dispatch woman retorted dryly.

"F-foreigners?" That kind of name sounded… stupid, in Amy's professional opinion. It kinda sounded like PRT's Stranger classification but from what she had seen, the system Da'at was using to classify everyone seemed to be more about what a person could do, not what to expect. Unless there was a really dumb pun to make, usually in Japanese. Amy furrowed her brow. Was Da'at Japanese?

Was this why they were so lenient with ABB?

"People whose powers are a result of contact with extraterrestrial beings. Especially ones described by Lovecraft." Nightingale explained. "And, as expected, every single one of them belongs in a mental asylum."

"Abigail Williams, Jacques de Molay, Hokusai, Van Gogh, Voyager, Yang Guifei, just off the top of my head." Outis rattled off, a thoughtful look on his face at the first name. The selection, honestly, sounded a little random to Amy. The first one was a fair point, but the painter? Or someone with just a title for a name like they were named after their classification? At least Nightingale's example made more sense. Lovecraft's body of works was pretty famous worldwide, as expected of the single most iconic author of the last century.

[You can always make travel plans if you would like to see if a trip to Salem will boost your drop rate.]

"Hopefully it will be Miss Williams instead of the neglectful mother of five who answers." The nurse grunted. "The latter and her… patron do love starting messes."

"Remind me to never roll anywhere near Hawaii." Outis said with a shudder, a deep grimace on his face. There was a story there, Amy decided, seeing a mirrored grimace quickly pass through Nightingale's face before the woman composed herself.

"Still, that means we ought to be more aware of mental health needs going forward." Her red eyes turned onto Amy and the teen found herself still under the intense scrutiny. "Which means, Miss Amelia, that you will need to start using your power in methods not related to healing. Whether by actively using your circuits as Miss Elizabeth has been trying to get you to or other ways to use your power. I insist."

Amy swallowed at the ferocity underlying the woman's tone. Surely she wasn't that mad about her smoking in the infirmary?



"Hey Bitch, got a minute?" Rachel hummed a vaguely agreeing noise, eyes never leaving the dog in her care. Slow, methodically gentle motions cleaned the dirt off his fur while gently massaging the spots she knew Empire's… training still lingered at. Helping dogs recover from fighting rings felt good. Helped her focus and think things through.

Rachel wasn't much of a thinker but she could do it when the situation called. Like now. Lisa's new boss' idea was risky. So she needed some time off from Lisa's attempts at being convincing to think about it. Which meant visiting one of the shelters to take care of the dogs. Spending time with dogs was the best. Simple rules, simple needs. Even the ones rescued from assholes who tortured them into rabid beasts. She hated seeing them like that. Broken into defaulting to aggression. 'S why she hated her power. Didn't take much brain to notice the dogs she used it on got more aggressive.

"Biiiitch. Bitch, you're zoning out." Nobunaga's voice came in again. She felt a finger poke at her cheek a moment later. Ballsy bugger, she would give him that. Knew how to approach that too. If he tried when she was in the zone, she would probably break his bones. That would be suboptimal. She would have to switch shelters. Grunting, she switched her focus from the dog to the guy. He had a small, dumb smile on his face and his blue eyes were all but sparkling as he kept looking at her expectantly.

At least he didn't chatter needlessly once he got sure he got her attention. His smile didn't show off teeth like Lisa's usuals. How he managed to figure it out but Miss Smart did not, Rachel couldn't be bothered to even begin to understand.

"What?"

"Me and others, boss too, got thinking about moving the dogs to a different shelter." Nobunaga explained immediately. Didn't waste her time. "Somewhere deeper in the Docks, maybe even around Lord's Street Market."

Made sense, she supposed. Hookwolf might decide to rampage through the shelters as a warm-up to collect 'his' dogs back. Rachel wasn't like Kanabo, there was no mysterious element to her power that would let her win against Hookwolf. Not that she would ever face Hookwolf. Not with her power.

"Need help?" Pretty obvious why Nobunaga was talking with her about the move. Well, that and probably so she wouldn't freak out if they moved and she didn't find the dog where she expected to.

"Would be appre–" He was cut off by the owner of the shelter running inside the room. Pale, sweating. Rachel didn't need better senses or the ability to read people to tell fear. The man's eyes darted from Nobunaga to her, then back to Nobunaga.

"Chief, what's-"

"You." The man ignored Nobu and focused on Rachel entirely. Insistent, angry. Not actually at her. Fear through and through. "Someone to see you. Now. Shimazaki, it would be better if you slipped through the roof."

Rachel had a very bad feeling. If the owner of the shelter was telling Nobunaga to get out of dodge, it meant danger. If he was telling him not to use the back entrance it meant it was likely watched. She slowly put the dog in her arms away in his bed and stood up, slowly rolling shoulders before giving the man a nod.

Best to get this over with. She ignored Nobunaga ignoring his boss and following her. His choice, even if she would rather he listen. Odd.

A man stood alone in the middle of reception, the rest of the shelter's employees backed under the walls, wafting terror. Rachel felt her fists clench and a growl build in the back of the throat. He wore a different mask from his usual, this one exposing his mouth. His lips spread in a grin the moment she entered, showing off his teeth.

"Good, so I guessed right, Bitch." The dogfighter greeted her. "Would be a shame to keep on knocking on the doors of every shelter in the Bay to check if you weren't hiding in one."

"What do you want?" She gritted out.

Hookwolf kept his gaze on her, muscular arms coming to rest at his sides as he approached. She had to crane her neck to keep looking him in the face. This close, she could easily see each and every scar dotting his body.

"I want many things, Bitch." The man answered lightly. "You are something of a persistent headache for me, after all. Kept losing me dogs."

There was a shuffle to her side and Nobunaga's dumb, smiling face presented itself to Hookwolf, the absolute fucking moron radiating apologetic energy, his back slightly hunched as he clasped his hands in front of him. "S-sir, I'm afraid if you are looking to adopt some of our dogs… well, there are proper channels you see."

Hookwolf barely turned his head to look at The Idiot, yet undoubtedly paid him attention. "I am not looking for dogs this time… boy." The man rumbled. Rachel couldn't place his tone but he wasn't killing The Idiot so she would write it down as a win. He turned back to Rachel instead. "Brave brat, wouldn't you say?"

"Stupid, more like it." If she played up on her public perception as a gruff and unlikeable one, would Hookwolf buy it and decide The Idiot was just a moron?

"The difference is a bit hazy at times." The dogfighter nodded faux-seriously. Rachel tensed when he reached out but the man only patted The Idiot on the shoulder. "You've got guts, boy, but I'd advise learning how to pick your fights if you don't have powers."

"I wasn't planning on fighting you, sir." The Idiot replied with a, somehow, cheerful smile.

"Can you believe this kid, Bitch?" No, no she could not. The Idiot. "Anyway, I was looking for you because, y'see, Epopeia is a hard woman to track down. You too, but you are also more predictable."

What did Lisa's headache have to do with things?

"Now, one could argue I could just write up a call-out post on Chirper or go on PHO and do it there, but honestly, can you imagine?" Hookwolf snorted. Why did everyone not The Idiot kept insisting on dancing around the point? "Point is, Kaiser would like to have an involved chat with her and given we have a history, decided I ought to be the one to deliver the invitation. And I thought to myself to involve you because hey, that way we go full circle, hmmm? She got on our radar by helping you and now you will help her get on our radar again. Simple, no?"

"What makes you think I can contact her?"

Hookwolf shrugged, the motion rippling a thin layer of blades across his arms. Rachel swallowed. If he attacked…

"You will. I am not unreasonable, Bitch, so I'm giving you a full twenty four hours to deliver the message. Kaiser would like to meet Epopeia. A nice, scenic evening date at the square where she first needled us. She doesn't show up tomorrow evening and," His lips spread into a savage grin, "well, everyone at Empire could blow some steam and we have a nice list of locales to go through before we just pick a direction at random."

He looked down on her, letting the declaration hang in the air. Rachel was trapped, she realised. The Empire publicly linked her to Epopeia and then announced their intent to just start a big murder spree if Epopeia didn't show up. She grit her teeth. Moving out was… probably not an option, if she was honest. How many of those places on Hookwolf's list were dog shelters?

She glowered underneath her mask but gave something which could be construed as an affirmative grunt. "I'll get on that right after you get out."

"Ha! I'm a man of my word, Bitch, but fair enough. See you tomorrow, then."

She watched him leave impassively, twitching as she spotted the group of his men waiting for Hookwolf outside, eyeing her dogs carefully. Still, apparently they had enough discipline, or fear of Hookwolf, to just leave with the man without starting anything. She let herself relax a little before turning around and dropping her balled fist down on The Idiot's head.

"Moron." She grunted softly before sighing. "Looks like you will have to move without me."

She had Lisa to bug and her apparent partner in crime to find. She pretended the rushed 'take care' didn't make her feel better about the day she was about to have. She was supposed to be angry with The Idiot after all.



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