She calls herself Taylor Hebert. Her dreams do no such thing. This is a world of gods and...
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She calls herself Taylor Hebert. Her dreams do no such thing. This is a world of gods and monsters; fitting, then, that it will come to witness the dawn of an angel.
I would like to be the first to welcome to you to something a little different from my usual fare of writing. This has been something that has been gnawing at the back of my mind for a few months now, just wishing to be let loose. It first actually started out as simply an inspiration from reading stories like Memories of Iron (RIP becuzitswrong). I toyed with the idea of a Taylor with memories, knowledge, and powers from another character in the anime world. Hilariously, I had to keep toning it down before I finally settled on someone who honestly, I felt Taylor could identify in her own way and provide an ability, that while not too gratuitous, has its own benefits and disadvantages that could have an impact upon the world.
This is the fruit of that labor.
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Awakening 1.01
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Interlude 1.x - Hannah
Awakening 1.03
Awakening 1.04
Awakening 1.05
Papiergeist: A New Dawn
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Awakening 1.x Colin
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Awakening 1.z Amy
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Awakening 1.01
As she watched Yahiko, she could only think of how far they had come. It seemed not that long ago they had been orphans scrounging for food to simply survive, and now…
Now they were yet one step closer to achieving their dream of peace in Amegakure.
They still had a long way to go, there was no debate on that aspect. With Yahiko and his youthful exuberance and solemnity, they had begun to gather people who believed in the same thing that they did, and were willing to fight for what was right.
Yet at the same time, as Yahiko talked pointedly with the man that they had come to meet, she could not deny the feeling that this was one person that they should have nothing to do anything with.
Everyone knew who Madara Uchiha was, and if they didn't, then they were not shinobi. His name was the the name whispered to the children of shinobi like a boogeyman. And, to be honest, she agreed with that sentiment.
So when 'Madara Uchiha' had appeared before them, offering to assist them, she had wanted to tell Yahiko to turn him down. That their vision was not worth endangering by accepting any offer from a man who may or may not truly be who he claimed, as she had doubts as to the veracity thereof. Especially when the man refused to show his face.
"I'm sorry," Yahiko's said, shaking his head, "while I appreciate the offer of support for our cause, Uchiha-san, I feel that in order for Akatsuki to truly bring peace to Ame, it must be done with our own hands. If we accept outside help, then we are no better than pawns for others like our lands have been their battlefields."
She tensed, awaiting his response, catching out of the corner of her eye Nagato's hand slipping to retrieve a kunai.
"As you wish," 'Madara' replied. "I laud you for your integrity in choosing such a righteous path. However, if at a later time you wish to seek my assistance, you only need to ask."
"I thank you for your kind words, Uchiha-san, and I will remember your offer. Maybe, in time, once Akatsuki has succeeded in its dream, we may meet again."
"I will look forward to that, then. I wish you luck."
He then stepped back, disappearing into a swirling vortex that emanated from the eyehole in his mask. Once he was finally gone, everyone seemed to relax as the tension disappeared, even Yahiko allowed his body posture to slump a little bit before he turned to look at all of of them, his hand running through his orange hair as he offered a smile.
"We seem to be rather popular lately," he joked, which drew a few quiet laughs from her fellow Ame-nin even as she cracked a small smile of her own. Yahiko always seemed to know the right words to connect with everyone.
Yet, her smile faltered a small bit as her eyes went back to where 'Madara' had disappeared from, unable to shake the feeling that they would be seeing him again much sooner than any of them expected.
Green eyes snapped open, pupils dilating as they sought to bring light to a world that had previously been denied it through the embrace of Morpheus. After a few moments they constricted, their owner's breathing leveled out as they simply laid in their bed staring at the ceiling.
Yet for Taylor Hebert, the owner of the aforementioned eyes, she was far from the calm that she exuded as she lay there. Instead, it served as yet another addition to the constant reminder of the fucked up reality that had become her life.
Letting out a deep sigh as she realized that sleep would not be gracing her with its presence again for the evening, she flipped off her blankets and turned her body to where she could place her feet upon the flooring, her legs protesting that they had to work at this ungodly hour. Glancing at the clock and being met with the blood-red digits informing that it was only four in the morning, she committed herself to her next course of action as she firmly put her weight upon her feet and rose from her bed and got dressed.
Fifteen minutes later, she was jogging through her neighborhood, the chilled late April air adding an extra bite to her regimen, as if in its last gasp to deny spring it wanted in on a piece of the action when it came to messing with her life.
But that was all right with her, she welcomed the cold. It was simple; you either were warm, or you were not. And it also served to sharpen her mind, allowing her to focus as she worked the body she had grown into since that day.
That was the only description that seemed to work in her mind, that day, when the hell that had been her life at Winslow High had decided that it just wasn't enough for Taylor Hebert - that it needed to spice things up by tossing her scrawny, miserable, ass straight into the Third Circle of Hell for shits and giggles.
Even now, the stench and feel of that locker haunted her at inopportune times; it took every part of her not to give into the memories of horror and pain that had robbed her of consciousness that day. It was like a festering wound upon her psyche that refused to heal, nor would it likely heal again.
The next thing she knew, she had found herself in the hospital, three weeks later. It had been some small miracle that the worst of the damage had been a slew of minor infections gained from the unsanitary hell she had been tossed into. Yet despite that the doctors could not explain why it had taken her three weeks to awaken from the coma she had been in when she had been brought in. Even now, with weekly checkups they were still flabbergasted by being unable to explain why.
Yet that didn't seem to be enough for whatever entity it was that found it amusing to pile on more crap to her life. Nope, it just had to add insult to injury.
After all, why would there be any witnesses to felony assault and unlawful detainment when there hadn't been any in the last year and a half.
She could still remember the anger in her father's eyes at that little revelation. But it was anger without a means to be expressed at the offenders through legal means. They did not have the ability to wage a legal battle against the school, and the school knew it; all she'd earned for her suffering was a quiet settlement just to make sure she'd go away.
If they were in any reasonable financial straits, Taylor and her father would have thrown it back in the school's face - but they couldn't. All the medical tests and treatment for three weeks would have evaporated the small amount of money their family had built. It wouldn't have surprised her if Emma's father had leaked that little tidbit to the school to protect his perfect little girl.
All in all, it was a crapsack series of events that led her to this point - she couldn't even sleep properly anymore, not when her dreams were haunted by the life of a figment of her imagination.
There was, however, the slightest bit of a silver lining to all of this: the benefits of the puberty bat had finally to beat her over the head something fierce. With the assistance of a nice helping of energy, hours spent working out, and a relatively stress-free recuperation, that was. Having time to focus solely upon herself was, in many ways, just what the doctor should have ordered in the first place.
Gone, for the most part, was the scrawny, gangly teenager that in some ways reminded her of a foal. She had gained a few inches, and to her surprise was actually gaining some weight and musculature. It wasn't like she'd ever be a built like a bodybuilder or anything, but it was nice to actually look like a woman. Hell, her breasts had even grown a bit. No longer was she a completely flat chest - though, with her heritage, even what she had now was probably the best she'd ever get.
It was a pleasant surprise to say the least. She felt stronger, faster, and more confident in who she was. Yet, at times, it just felt...strange.
And honestly, she felt like people would have an issues recognizing her when she returned to school.
Her eyes widened behind her frames, jog coming to a stop as it dawned what today was: it was the day that she was slated to return to Winslow.
She held back the curse that threatened to escape by biting her lip, preventing her from sharing with the world her displeasure at the thought. It was a curse that didn't express that she was afraid, no, she was far from it - it expressed the mere fact that it would be an unpleasant return, knowing how her three tormentors were going to attempt to capitalize upon it.
But then again, why should I worry about it? They are beneath me.
Blinking, she wondered where that errant thought came from. While she was confident, thanks to this time to recuperate, in how she could handle the situation, there was no reason for such an….arrogant dismissal.
Shaking her head, and discarding her misgivings on that thought as merely a result of all the dreams that had plagued in her in the last three months, she restarted her jog, returning home just as the sun's first rays were beginning to peek over the horizon and onto Brockton Bay. From there, it was only a quick matter of taking a shower, getting ready for school, and then going to the kitchen to get some breakfast prepared.
Since she was short on time, she decided to go with some quick scrambled eggs and toast. It was simple and convenient to clean, and to be honest, in the mornings, she enjoyed keeping things simple.
She was just scraping the eggs onto two separate plates when her father walked into the kitchen, ready for the work day.
"Morning, kiddo," he greeted, as he sat down at the table in front of the plate.
"Morning," she returned as she got to work eating her breakfast, given the bus would be at the stop in about twenty minutes and she wanted to ensure she was on it.
"How are you holding up?"
Green met green for a moment, before her eyes returned to her food, shrugging.
"Would it actually matter how I feel?"
"It would help if maybe you talked about it."
She plastered a smile on her face. The relationship between her father and herself was rather...estranged. It was through no particular fault of their own; her mother had been the glue that kept them all together, and when she had died they had found themselves drifting apart to where they were two strangers under the same roof. The incident had changed some of it, but for her, it was too late to change what had already become the status quo.
"Thanks Dad," and she really meant that, even if it wouldn't truly help, as she grabbed her plate after finishing her food, placing it in the sink, "but this is something I need to deal with, okay?"
There was a slight pause, before he responded, "Okay, but if you need anything, I'm here."
"I know," she replied as she stepped out of the kitchen, intent on grabbing her things, not noticing the narrowing of her father's eyes behind her.
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While the bus ride was uneventful, the walk through Winslow was anything but. It wasn't as if she was harassed on her trip through the grounds, it was the fact that she could feel the eyes upon her, yet no one made the attempt to approach her. Then again, they didn't seem prepared for her to confidently stride through the hallways, meeting quite a few of their eyes and forcing them to avert theirs.
Cowards, all of them, she mused darkly, as she adjusted her hold on her bag, keeping her gaze forward, her stride purposeful, knowing full well what was to come, yet not knowing why she knew that, or why she was looking forward to it.
Coming to her locker, she opened it, the strong scent of antiseptic cloying the air and nearly robbing her of breath. It seemed that even the school wanted to welcome her back with a blatant reminder. How lovely.
"Taylor?"
And here we are, the stars of the hour, she thought with grim amusement as she chose to ignore Emma Barnes, the defacto leader of the trio of girls who seemed to make it their sole purpose to make her life a living hell.
"Wow, look what the cat dragged in," Madison Clements spoke, "you'd think that she'd get the picture."
Taylor feigned a smile on her face as her teeth clenched, keeping her focus upon her locker as she idly considered whether to leave her books in her bag or not.
"And look at this, she's trying to whore herself up. So desperate for a teacher to give you the time of day that you try to pass off as a girl? You barely even look like a person."
No, probably not a wise choice considering it seems nothing has changed, she answered for herself, humming agreement to the herself. And deliberately giving the front of ignoring the three of them.
"Hey, we're talking to you," and there was Sophia Hess, she mused to herself before it was cut off as a hand dug into her shoulder and she was spun around, facing her tormentors.
They're irrelevant.
"And?"
This caused all three girls to blink, obviously taken aback by her response. It was evident that they had expected her to shy away, to back down, and be same, old, Taylor. Well, they were going to be sorely disappointed. She was done being their personal chewtoy.
"Get it through your head, Taylor. No one wants you here. Why don't you do everyone a favor and just leave?"
Instead of answering, Taylor looked past them, idly noting three people were actually filming this with their camera phones. Memorizing who they were, she internally debated how to handle this, at the same time wondering where this confidence stemmed from, before discarding it because she actually liked this. For the first time she was actually fighting back and it was intoxicating the power she was wielding at this moment.
So she did the first thing that occurred to her: she smirked and began to walk away, shaking her head.
In hindsight, that was a mistake, she had been so sure that the presence of cameras would provide her the protection from any further retaliation from the trio. Unfortunately, she was wrong, because as soon as she had began walking away, Sophia Hess struck, her fist aiming in a swing to come around and connect with her temple.
It was strange, one moment she was walking away, proud of her actions, and the next second, there was paper fluttering everywhere. She wondered exactly where the paper come from. It wasn't from her.
So who had thrown so many blank sheets of paper in the air?
The next thought that occurred to her was why were her glasses on the floor? And why were the lenses shattered and the frame bent completely out of shape? Why could she see fine?
And why was there paper hover-
Hovering, she completed with a growing sense of trepidation, her vision shifting from the paper all around her and to the blurry, shocked expressions of the crowd around her.
All looking at her.
No. no. No. NO. NO!
Panic began to set in, her mind fumbling over her realization that her vision was impossible. She wasn't seeing just in front of her. She was seeing behind herself as well.
And the murmuring - while there was no sound, or maybe her mind was trying to block out the conclusion that she was already reaching, she could somehow read the lips of those closest to her. Their shock gave away to pointing and murmuring, and in those words, words that she knew must be true, because they explained everything, she did the only thing that came to the mind of Taylor Hebert.
She fled, not on her feet but as a storm of white. Her entire body disintegrated; innumerable sheets of paper took off impossibly fast through students and staff who were just now coming to see what the disturbance was.
And before anyone else could do anything, she was gone, her bag landing with an audible thump where her body had once been and clothes that previously were held up by a body were left to fall to the ground with whatever was within her pockets.
As she watched Yahiko, she could only think of how far they had come. It seemed not that long ago they had been orphans scrounging for food to simply survive, and now…
Now they were yet one step closer to achieving their dream of peace in Amegakure.
They still had a long way to go, there was no debate on that aspect. With Yahiko and his youthful exuberance and solemnity, they had begun to gather people who believed in the same thing that they did, and were willing to fight for what was right.
Yet at the same time, as Yahiko talked pointedly with the man that they had come to meet, she could not deny the feeling that this was one person that they should have nothing to do anything with.
Everyone knew who Madara Uchiha was, and if they didn't, then they were not shinobi. His name was the the name whispered to the children of shinobi like a boogeyman. And, to be honest, she agreed with that sentiment.
So when 'Madara Uchiha' had appeared before them, offering to assist them, she had wanted to tell Yahiko to turn him down. That their vision was not worth endangering by accepting any offer from a man who may or may not truly be who he claimed, as she had doubts as to the veracity thereof. Especially when the man refused to show his face.
"I'm sorry," Yahiko's said, shaking his head, "while I appreciate the offer of support for our cause, Uchiha-san, I feel that in order for Akatsuki to truly bring peace to Ame, it must be done with our own hands. If we accept outside help, then we are no better than pawns for others like our lands have been their battlefields."
She tensed, awaiting his response, catching out of the corner of her eye Nagato's hand slipping to retrieve a kunai.
"As you wish," 'Madara' replied. "I laud you for your integrity in choosing such a righteous path. However, if at a later time you wish to seek my assistance, you only need to ask."
"I thank you for your kind words, Uchiha-san, and I will remember your offer. Maybe, in time, once Akatsuki has succeeded in its dream, we may meet again."
"I will look forward to that, then. I wish you luck."
He then stepped back, disappearing into a swirling vortex that emanated from the eyehole in his mask. Once he was finally gone, everyone seemed to relax as the tension disappeared, even Yahiko allowed his body posture to slump a little bit before he turned to look at all of of them, his hand running through his orange hair as he offered a smile.
"We seem to be rather popular lately," he joked, which drew a few quiet laughs from her fellow Ame-nin even as she cracked a small smile of her own. Yahiko always seemed to know the right words to connect with everyone.
Yet, her smile faltered a small bit as her eyes went back to where 'Madara' had disappeared from, unable to shake the feeling that they would be seeing him again much sooner than any of them expected.
Green eyes snapped open, pupils dilating as they sought to bring light to a world that had previously been denied it through the embrace of Morpheus. After a few moments they constricted, their owner's breathing leveled out as they simply laid in their bed staring at the ceiling.
Yet for Taylor Hebert, the owner of the aforementioned eyes, she was far from the calm that she exuded as she lay there. Instead, it served as yet another addition to the constant reminder of the fucked up reality that had become her life.
Letting out a deep sigh as she realized that sleep would not be gracing her with its presence again for the evening, she flipped off her blankets and turned her body to where she could place her feet upon the flooring, her legs protesting that they had to work at this ungodly hour. Glancing at the clock and being met with the blood-red digits informing that it was only four in the morning, she committed herself to her next course of action as she firmly put her weight upon her feet and rose from her bed and got dressed.
Fifteen minutes later, she was jogging through her neighborhood, the chilled late April air adding an extra bite to her regimen, as if in its last gasp to deny spring it wanted in on a piece of the action when it came to messing with her life.
But that was all right with her, she welcomed the cold. It was simple; you either were warm, or you were not. And it also served to sharpen her mind, allowing her to focus as she worked the body she had grown into since that day.
That was the only description that seemed to work in her mind, that day, when the hell that had been her life at Winslow High had decided that it just wasn't enough for Taylor Hebert - that it needed to spice things up by tossing her scrawny, miserable, ass straight into the Third Circle of Hell for shits and giggles.
Even now, the stench and feel of that locker haunted her at inopportune times; it took every part of her not to give into the memories of horror and pain that had robbed her of consciousness that day. It was like a festering wound upon her psyche that refused to heal, nor would it likely heal again.
The next thing she knew, she had found herself in the hospital, three weeks later. It had been some small miracle that the worst of the damage had been a slew of minor infections gained from the unsanitary hell she had been tossed into. Yet despite that the doctors could not explain why it had taken her three weeks to awaken from the coma she had been in when she had been brought in. Even now, with weekly checkups they were still flabbergasted by being unable to explain why.
Yet that didn't seem to be enough for whatever entity it was that found it amusing to pile on more crap to her life. Nope, it just had to add insult to injury.
After all, why would there be any witnesses to felony assault and unlawful detainment when there hadn't been any in the last year and a half.
She could still remember the anger in her father's eyes at that little revelation. But it was anger without a means to be expressed at the offenders through legal means. They did not have the ability to wage a legal battle against the school, and the school knew it; all she'd earned for her suffering was a quiet settlement just to make sure she'd go away.
If they were in any reasonable financial straits, Taylor and her father would have thrown it back in the school's face - but they couldn't. All the medical tests and treatment for three weeks would have evaporated the small amount of money their family had built. It wouldn't have surprised her if Emma's father had leaked that little tidbit to the school to protect his perfect little girl.
All in all, it was a crapsack series of events that led her to this point - she couldn't even sleep properly anymore, not when her dreams were haunted by the life of a figment of her imagination.
There was, however, the slightest bit of a silver lining to all of this: the benefits of the puberty bat had finally to beat her over the head something fierce. With the assistance of a nice helping of energy, hours spent working out, and a relatively stress-free recuperation, that was. Having time to focus solely upon herself was, in many ways, just what the doctor should have ordered in the first place.
Gone, for the most part, was the scrawny, gangly teenager that in some ways reminded her of a foal. She had gained a few inches, and to her surprise was actually gaining some weight and musculature. It wasn't like she'd ever be a built like a bodybuilder or anything, but it was nice to actually look like a woman. Hell, her breasts had even grown a bit. No longer was she a completely flat chest - though, with her heritage, even what she had now was probably the best she'd ever get.
It was a pleasant surprise to say the least. She felt stronger, faster, and more confident in who she was. Yet, at times, it just felt...strange.
And honestly, she felt like people would have an issues recognizing her when she returned to school.
Her eyes widened behind her frames, jog coming to a stop as it dawned what today was: it was the day that she was slated to return to Winslow.
She held back the curse that threatened to escape by biting her lip, preventing her from sharing with the world her displeasure at the thought. It was a curse that didn't express that she was afraid, no, she was far from it - it expressed the mere fact that it would be an unpleasant return, knowing how her three tormentors were going to attempt to capitalize upon it.
But then again, why should I worry about it? They are beneath me.
Blinking, she wondered where that errant thought came from. While she was confident, thanks to this time to recuperate, in how she could handle the situation, there was no reason for such an….arrogant dismissal.
Shaking her head, and discarding her misgivings on that thought as merely a result of all the dreams that had plagued in her in the last three months, she restarted her jog, returning home just as the sun's first rays were beginning to peek over the horizon and onto Brockton Bay. From there, it was only a quick matter of taking a shower, getting ready for school, and then going to the kitchen to get some breakfast prepared.
Since she was short on time, she decided to go with some quick scrambled eggs and toast. It was simple and convenient to clean, and to be honest, in the mornings, she enjoyed keeping things simple.
She was just scraping the eggs onto two separate plates when her father walked into the kitchen, ready for the work day.
"Morning, kiddo," he greeted, as he sat down at the table in front of the plate.
"Morning," she returned as she got to work eating her breakfast, given the bus would be at the stop in about twenty minutes and she wanted to ensure she was on it.
"How are you holding up?"
Green met green for a moment, before her eyes returned to her food, shrugging.
"Would it actually matter how I feel?"
"It would help if maybe you talked about it."
She plastered a smile on her face. The relationship between her father and herself was rather...estranged. It was through no particular fault of their own; her mother had been the glue that kept them all together, and when she had died they had found themselves drifting apart to where they were two strangers under the same roof. The incident had changed some of it, but for her, it was too late to change what had already become the status quo.
"Thanks Dad," and she really meant that, even if it wouldn't truly help, as she grabbed her plate after finishing her food, placing it in the sink, "but this is something I need to deal with, okay?"
There was a slight pause, before he responded, "Okay, but if you need anything, I'm here."
"I know," she replied as she stepped out of the kitchen, intent on grabbing her things, not noticing the narrowing of her father's eyes behind her.
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While the bus ride was uneventful, the walk through Winslow was anything but. It wasn't as if she was harassed on her trip through the grounds, it was the fact that she could feel the eyes upon her, yet no one made the attempt to approach her. Then again, they didn't seem prepared for her to confidently stride through the hallways, meeting quite a few of their eyes and forcing them to avert theirs.
Cowards, all of them, she mused darkly, as she adjusted her hold on her bag, keeping her gaze forward, her stride purposeful, knowing full well what was to come, yet not knowing why she knew that, or why she was looking forward to it.
Coming to her locker, she opened it, the strong scent of antiseptic cloying the air and nearly robbing her of breath. It seemed that even the school wanted to welcome her back with a blatant reminder. How lovely.
"Taylor?"
And here we are, the stars of the hour, she thought with grim amusement as she chose to ignore Emma Barnes, the defacto leader of the trio of girls who seemed to make it their sole purpose to make her life a living hell.
"Wow, look what the cat dragged in," Madison Clements spoke, "you'd think that she'd get the picture."
Taylor feigned a smile on her face as her teeth clenched, keeping her focus upon her locker as she idly considered whether to leave her books in her bag or not.
"And look at this, she's trying to whore herself up. So desperate for a teacher to give you the time of day that you try to pass off as a girl? You barely even look like a person."
No, probably not a wise choice considering it seems nothing has changed, she answered for herself, humming agreement to the herself. And deliberately giving the front of ignoring the three of them.
"Hey, we're talking to you," and there was Sophia Hess, she mused to herself before it was cut off as a hand dug into her shoulder and she was spun around, facing her tormentors.
They're irrelevant.
"And?"
This caused all three girls to blink, obviously taken aback by her response. It was evident that they had expected her to shy away, to back down, and be same, old, Taylor. Well, they were going to be sorely disappointed. She was done being their personal chewtoy.
"Get it through your head, Taylor. No one wants you here. Why don't you do everyone a favor and just leave?"
Instead of answering, Taylor looked past them, idly noting three people were actually filming this with their camera phones. Memorizing who they were, she internally debated how to handle this, at the same time wondering where this confidence stemmed from, before discarding it because she actually liked this. For the first time she was actually fighting back and it was intoxicating the power she was wielding at this moment.
So she did the first thing that occurred to her: she smirked and began to walk away, shaking her head.
In hindsight, that was a mistake, she had been so sure that the presence of cameras would provide her the protection from any further retaliation from the trio. Unfortunately, she was wrong, because as soon as she had began walking away, Sophia Hess struck, her fist aiming in a swing to come around and connect with her temple.
It was strange, one moment she was walking away, proud of her actions, and the next second, there was paper fluttering everywhere. She wondered exactly where the paper come from. It wasn't from her.
So who had thrown so many blank sheets of paper in the air?
The next thought that occurred to her was why were her glasses on the floor? And why were the lenses shattered and the frame bent completely out of shape? Why could she see fine?
And why was there paper hover-
Hovering, she completed with a growing sense of trepidation, her vision shifting from the paper all around her and to the blurry, shocked expressions of the crowd around her.
All looking at her.
No. no. No. NO. NO!
Panic began to set in, her mind fumbling over her realization that her vision was impossible. She wasn't seeing just in front of her. She was seeing behind herself as well.
And the murmuring - while there was no sound, or maybe her mind was trying to block out the conclusion that she was already reaching, she could somehow read the lips of those closest to her. Their shock gave away to pointing and murmuring, and in those words, words that she knew must be true, because they explained everything, she did the only thing that came to the mind of Taylor Hebert.
She fled, not on her feet but as a storm of white. Her entire body disintegrated; innumerable sheets of paper took off impossibly fast through students and staff who were just now coming to see what the disturbance was.
And before anyone else could do anything, she was gone, her bag landing with an audible thump where her body had once been and clothes that previously were held up by a body were left to fall to the ground with whatever was within her pockets.
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notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
Use less italics pls.
Actually pretty cool. I say go for it.
Virgo with cheer
Also The Evil Within, just so Yaknow.
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- The Place of No Return: Canada
It certainly has potential, I can say that for certain. If the power works in the way I think it does, that can be a very versatile power. Of course, any power can be versatile if you give it the opportunity, but especially paper. It's a resource that people often discard as harmless outside the occasional paper cut, but you can forget that those cuts can just as easily be used on a throat or artery.
True. Konan was probably the second or third most dangerous human on the continent when she was alive. Hell she almost killed Madara by herself.
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You know, I forgot about Yumiko. And yeah, you could argue that it's a blend. Honestly, I feel like Konan could have arguably been the most dangerous member of Akatsuki if Kishimoto was not badly tied into the mysoginism that dominates much of the shonen manga culture. He really never was able to do female characters in a way that made them palatable outside of outright stereotypes, and even then, when the spotlight was shining, women were really not in the light But, I'll get further into it as the story goes on, at first, Taylor, at first, will be limited to what Konan can do, with a few tweaks. But as she gets more experience from those memories, she will be attacking it from a different perspective as well. Things like, yes, I can manipulate the paper like she did, but can I do more, like adjust density, keenness, etc. But that is not for a good long while.
The story is, in my opinion, going to be a rather slow burn as Taylor comes to grasps with the memories she has of Konan, and the unconscious bleedthrough of Konan's memories and consciousness is having on her, as you can already see some of those effects in by how she already carries herself and regards others.
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That paper witch is scary. Her and Sai could have total battlefield awareness.
The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
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Whelp, so much for privacy and a hidden identity, eh?
I liked this. There isn't all that many Worm/Naruto crossovers at all, and most of those were abandoned before they ever really got of the ground. It'll be interesting to see where this one goes.
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I do have plans currently on the drawing board for the next chapter, but I need to do a bit of research to ensure that I'm not deviating too much from the main canon in regards to characterizations. I also have my hands full on my main work, both in revamping and posting here, but also finishing the first arc before the 26th, in time for the the 10th anniversary of the show. The tentative schedule is that I will have the next chapter ready after thanksgiving hopefully. I know what I want to write, but I just have to find the time.
For PR, it's pretty much a Kobayashi Maru. There is no winning scenario here considering both the principals here, and the circumstances. They can try to downplay it, but the fact of the matter is, Sophia Hess, a Ward, just outed an unmasked cape in public by physically assaulting her.
Heads are going to roll, so to speak.
Considering the cred that would go with publishing a brand new parahuman using their power in this situation? I doubt Taylor's out the door before someone's already uploading it.
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You know, it never occurred to me, probably because I wanted to go with the dramatic. So yeah, guilty as charged
mdkcde
"Emotions are prohibited"
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Well, you did stablish a slow progression, so I thought the power/knowledge/insticts hadn't settled in yet.
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This is really neat! I like Naruto/Worm crosses and it's awesome to see Konan used for this. She was a great character and it's a shame we get to se so little of her in the manga. I agree that she's pretty strong and definitely top tier in the Akatsuki (which is saying something when even the low tier are S-classes capable of threatening countries), but I don't think she's quite at the top (hax-eyeballs are op).
If she's going to slowly gain the traits in Taijutsu, will we also see her develop other Ninjutsu, Genjutsu (which might not work as well/at all with a lack of people with chakra in Worm), and Fuinjutsu? We don't see her use much Fuinjutsu but the Paper Person of God Technique probably had to use some skill in this as it uses 6 hundred billion exploding notes, and I doubt she just bought all of those as that's likely many times more exploding notes than the rest of the entirety of the Elemental Nation has.
Thinking back to that scene now I really want to see her use that technique on Leviathan.
If she's going to slowly gain the traits in Taijutsu, will we also see her develop other Ninjutsu, Genjutsu (which might not work as well/at all with a lack of people with chakra in Worm), and Fuinjutsu? We don't see her use much Fuinjutsu but the Paper Person of God Technique probably had to use some skill in this as it uses 6 hundred billion exploding notes, and I doubt she just bought all of those as that's likely many times more exploding notes than the rest of the entirety of the Elemental Nation has.
Thinking back to that scene now I really want to see her use that technique on Leviathan.
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I will plead guilty that it was that image that cemented the selection of Konan for Taylor's powers. Just imagining Leviathan suddenly finding out that the water is now explosions just took the cake. And everyone's reaction thereafter, to add to it.
Virgo with cheer
Also The Evil Within, just so Yaknow.
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I wouldn't t exactly describe Taylor's powers as being 'only' Konans level a bad thing. Remember, at the end there, she was able to, literally, control one billion pieces at once. Doesn't matter how you cut it, that's impressive.
How are you going to deal with Chakra?
Will Taylor have chakra, or is it going to be shard-powers? Will she be able to teach others chakra techniques? Naruto lore says that all living beings have chakra, after all. And if she does, how much?