Wow. That, uh, went from 0-60 in pretty much no time at all, and not really in a good way. I know that V1 of the Worm CYOA was crazy overpowered, but when
this is apparently par for the course...
Idly, I nailed Lung. Phasers set to 'stun' with a side-order of 'gaping hole in the chest'. And then I side-stepped, bowing.
Half a minute later, they turned around, and parked within arms' reach of me.
...I'm not sure how the story will keep feeling interesting. Having Triumvirate-tier power is one thing. That doesn't inherently sap the tension from a story. But describing how you dispatched Lung with four words (one of which was 'idly') just kinda makes me wonder what could possibly present problems for you short of an Endbringer attack.
"Lucky number seven...Has a large insectoid on six legs trying to pay for coffee?"
Welp.
"No, no! Get out, freak!" the cashier had started rolling up a newspaper.
"I-i-i~ Jussst! Wan' ssome duh-drrrr-inks. Thrrrrr-" THWAMP
With a strange sigh, the creature strolled out.
The introduction of the twins felt rushed, but this just seemed...surreal. Chitin, Slither, and Crag's description implies pretty heavily that they've had to commit crimes by necessity (which gets them attacked by heroes instead of just villains), and I imagine they're just as migrant as the Travelers because of the response they get from heroes and villains alike when their presence is discovered. Individually, each one sounds like a Crawler-tier Brute without the adaptive evolution. But all three of them together? That puts them into the category of 'groups that are too powerful to ignore.'
Which, in turn, is why it's confusing on several levels why A) Chitin is trying to buy coffee at a coffee shop and B) why the cashier is apparently willing to verbally insult and
physically attack a particularly monstrous Case 53 who has probably been advertised by the PRT as violent, unstable, and
extremely powerful.
"That's my sister." she sighed. "She can make anything sexual."
Which meant, something in the past had scared her. Badly. Maybe she needed to reaffirm her femininity. Perhaps it was her way of creating emotional distance. Could be she had to fake all her sexuality, because she'd become utterly terrified by intimacy.
Wait,
what?! How...how did he get all
that from her liking dirty jokes and innuendo?
"This shithole?" Nagase snorted. "Police and PRT are so overworked, they won't have time to harass us over false charges."
Would they really be false? It's one thing for the PRT to try and pressure them into the Protectorate by playing up the severity of a crime, but it's another to falsify them completely. It really shouldn't be that hard. Kim and Nagase are independent tinkers with
extremely attractive specialties. It wouldn't be at all a stretch to assume that they've had to do some less-than-legal things to keep themselves well enough supplied that they can keep from being conscripted into any number of gangs, and not having a workshop means they have to cut legal corners sometimes.
"And with all the gangs around here, we should be able to make a tidy profit off their suffering." Kim chirped.
"At least...That was the plan." scowling, Nagase started fiddling with the inner components of a blowtorch. "Ffff....Freaking Lung."
That doesn't sound like a great plan. Trying to sell to the gangs means alerting them of their presence...and Brockton Bay is home to Lung, whose three biggest claims to fame are soloing Leviathan, thrashing the local Protectorate, and forcibly consolidating the myriad Asian gangs into one group while killing anyone, parahuman or not, who refused to bow to him. He was willing to cross state lines to get a tinker in canon. How did they think he'd react if he learned that not one, but
two Asian tinkers dropped right on his doorstep?