That being said, for quest purposes, I seem to recall that most Earth!Bet humans can't really perform stunts at all and don't really qualify as heroic mortals due to lacking souls and essence (so they cant stunt, use willpower, channel virtues and stuff like that). So you can't say have Armsmaster or a heroic PRT trooper or whatever performing a stunt in the quest proper, because they lack the the very basic essence (literally and figuratively) thats required to do so.
This is true. However, we have a collection of blank souls in Iris, and we will eventually be able to craft our own soulgems. So ask yourself: what will the world in general, and Thinkers in particular, think about people who are completely normal - except when they aren't?
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OMAKE: Stuntwoman
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The first indication that anything was wrong was the loud sound of flatulence from the common room.
"Alec, what did I tell you about whoopee cushions in the base?" Brian, at least, was unamused.
"Hey, It's not my fault… this time. Maybe… uh… Sabah! Maybe Sabah did it?"
A pause.
"Okay, yeah, probably not. But seriously, I didn't-"
Alec's voice was interrupted by another, more distant fart from the direction of the greenhouse.
Alec spoke up again. "Maybe she actually-"
"AMY!" Sabah's outraged yell was followed by noises of confusion from deeper inside.
"…or maybe not."
Two rooms over, Lisa Wilbourn sighed.
Amy and Alec are both innocent. Sabah is also innocent.
Another fart, again from the common room.
"Okay, what the heck? That definitely wasn't me." Alec's voice was accompanied by the sound of a person shifting over on the couch.
Another fart.
Brian is innocent. Rachel is innocent. I'm definitely innocent.
Lisa sat up straight. That could only mean -
Intruder.
Lisa's frantic dash to the door was interrupted by yet another whoopee cushion.
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"So what you're saying is that we have a mystery intruder…"
"Yes."
"That managed to sneak into our base…"
"Yes."
"Despite the fact that our security is handled by
Dragon…"
"Yes."
"And is doing nothing but putting whoopee cushions everywhere."
"Yes."
"Which both you and Amy have verified are entirely normal and completely harmless."
"
Yes." That part had been a relief to the rest of the team, but it had just made Lisa more frustrated. Invisible assassins were simply dangerous, but this was
annoying.
"And you haven't considered that maybe Alec is lying?" The rest of the team - including two of Rachel's dogs - gave Lisa odd looks.
She responded by burying her head in her palm. "Brian, I'm telling you, no one here did it. And yes, I agree it makes no sense, but it's happening anyway."
Brian crossed his arms over his chest. "And I'm asking you, who else would want to do this?"
Before Lisa could respond, she was interrupted by a maniacal cackle from the direction of the ceiling. The rest of their team looked up at the same time she did, and a combination of gasps and one chuckle joined Lisa's horrified stare.
Aisha was sitting on one of the I-beams that ran under the arched ceiling of their underground base's "living room." She was wearing what looked like an unmarked, less-armored version of her Wards outfit, sans helmet. She had a small pouch clipped to her belt, with the business end of a whoopee cushion poking out past the flap.
She also had an enormous gemstone
embedded in her forehead.
Brian was the first to speak. "Aisha?"
"Yes?"
"Did you… Weaver…"
"Did Weaver and I what? Am I gonna have to tell Tatsu to update her shipping chart again?"
"Tatsu has a… never mind." Brian glared at the wall, sighed, and then looked back up. "Did Weaver turn you into an... Alchemical?"
Aisha shrugged. "Nope. I asked, but she turned me down. Said she was worried I might not make it. Pretty sure I've got what it takes, but whatever."
Aisha believes she is telling the truth.
At this, Lisa's mind finally engaged again. She could feel the beginning of a headache, but it was much fainter than Weaver whenever she didn't do… whatever it was that made her power return completely wrong information. "'What it takes?'"
Aisha responded with another shrug. "Something about motivation, I dunno."
Aisha believes she is telling the truth.
It was Alec who spoke next. "So what's the gem about then? Looks expensive, if you ask me."
"Are… are you trying to imitate Taylor or something?" Sabah's question mirrored Lisa's thoughts, but-
Aisha is not trying to imitate Weaver. Aisha has been augmented by Weaver.
Lisa tried to keep her shock from her face. The headache made sense, now. She'd long since figured out that Autochthon, whatever it was, operated on entirely different physics than… anything, as did its creations. If Weaver had found a way to spread it…
Aisha has not been augmented.
Wait, what?
Aisha's body has not been altered, aside from the implantation of the gem. Aisha's skills have not been altered. Aisha's personality has not been altered. Aisha's memories have not been altered. Aisha's capabilities have not been altered.
"Nope, it's my new soulgem!"
Aisha has been augmented.
"Hurt like hell, but it was sooo worth it."
Aisha believes she is telling the truth. Aisha has not been augmented.
Lisa's unspoken (but plainly visible) cursing of the deceptive robot was interrupted by a surprisingly quiet Amy. "How was it worth it, Aisha?"
Amy believes Aisha has been augmented. Aisha has not been augmented.
"Because I can do this!" Aisha quickly put action to words by… leaning backwards and falling off the support beam.
Aisha will land headfirst on the recliner behind Alec. The impact will break her neck and damage the recliner. Aisha's likelihood of survival is-
Before anyone could do more than take a step forward, Aisha executed a picture-perfect midair backflip and landed butt-first on the recliner, grinning like a loon. The overstuffed chair groaned, but held, with a distinct lack of farting noises.
Aisha is uninjured. Aisha is incapable of surviving a fall from that height uninjured without assistance. Aisha had no assistance. Aisha has not been augmented.
This time, Lisa was the first to break the silence. "How… how did you just do that?"
Aisha's grin got wider. "I told you, it's my soulgem. Weavs stuck it in me and now I'm running on… whatever she is."
Implantation of 'soulgem' has converted Aisha to Autochthonian laws of physics. Aisha's capabilities are unchanged from before implantation. Aisha has not been augmented.
"And that means I get to warp reality with my
pure awesomeness."
Oh come on. There was no way Aisha could seriously believe-
Aisha believes she is telling the truth. Aisha has not been augmented.
"You know, if you keep making that face, it might get stuck like that." Aisha's statement resulted in a round of snickers from the rest of the team. "Now, where did I put that camera…"
"No."
"But your face is-"
"
No." Lisa was unsure whether it would be better to faint, run or curl up into a ball and wait for the bullshit to go away, and settled on doing exactly none of the above. "I refuse to believe that…
that. It makes absolutely no sense. 'Pure awesomeness' isn't even a thing, and-"
"Look, you want a better explanation? Go ask Weavs. Or I can call her, if you want her to nerd at you over the phone instead." Aisha held up a phone. "Or you could go with my explanation, which is so much better than her whole thing with 'essence' and 'design weavers' and whatever. I never paid much attention."
Aisha's offer is genuine. Aisha's attitude towards Autochthonian physics is also genuine.
"Just… just give me the phone."
Rather than replying, Aisha tapped her phone's screen a few times, then held it to her ear. "Hey Weavs, what's up? …. Nah, I went for Plan Whoopee Cushion instead. …. Look, Inquisition wants to know about… you know. Reality-bending awesomeness stuff. Yeah, right here." She handed over the phone.
Lisa immediately jammed the phone to her ear. "Weaver. What. Did. You. Do."
"Um… now, recently, or ever? It's been a busy month, if you haven't been paying attention." Weaver's voice was thankfully free from the diesel-and-silver tones of her true form, although Lisa suspected that she wouldn't be able to notice the extra Thinker headache over the steady throbbing of
what the fuck already running through her head.
"Listen, Who just showed up in our base and jumped off the rafters without getting hurt, despite my power saying that it's
physically impossible for her to do that,
and that you didn't jam super-acrobat skills into her brain. And then she said she could… could… I can't say it, it's just too much bullshit."
"Oh, that." Weaver's tone was casual, as if Lisa had just asked her to describe the weather, rather than…
that. "Well, I don't have time to go over all the details - or any of the details, really - but my implantation of a soulgem basically converted Who to Essence, meaning that she now operates using motonic physics. Now, what you have to understand is that in motonic physics, to a very limited extent, reality has volition. One of the consequences is that beings with sufficient - I guess you could call it 'metaphysical weight' - can alter the probabilities of events by doing things in ways that inspire that volition by being, well, beyond normal."
Weaver believes she is telling the truth. Weaver is telling the truth.
"At the limit of this phenomenon, it's possible to make events that would be impossible under Earth-Bet physics… well, possible."
Weaver is telling the truth.
"Or to condense that even further… basically, with motonic physics it's possible to warp reality via… coolness, I guess? Technically none of that sentence is true, but it's a close enough approximation for…"
Weaver is telling the truth.
Lisa set the phone down on a nearby table, idly taking in the conversation across the room about Aisha's new outfit (a low-noise design from Weaver,) how she snuck in (Dragon let her) and got into the rafters (ran up a wall.) Ignoring the continuous stream of jargon still spilling from the phone, she calmly searched for a chair without a pink nozzle hidden under the cushion, sat down, and tried to remember the time when death-metal pod people were the weirdest thing in her life.