vyor
KITTY! \o/
We are blind idiots.
Bravely Parahuman: Facts of Courage (Crossover)
- Thread starter Bailey Matutine
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We are blind idiots.
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
- Location
- Bright lights, big city
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The best kind of twist - where the answer should be obvious, but the audience expects something along completely different lines, and so does the bulk of the work fooling themselves.
Best used sparingly, of course.
Be interesting to see more detail on Madison's mindset and situation, that she's left Taylor for Sophia, but also wants to temper Sophia's nature red in tooth and claw attitude rather than buying it wholeheartedly - one should think the two go together.
- Location
- Illinois
- Pronouns
- Ze/Zer/Zem
Madison was never with Taylor? Are you confusing Emma and Madison? Because otherwise I'm very confused.
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
- Location
- Bright lights, big city
- Pronouns
- He/Him
BP 3
Bailey Matutine
(Verified Pooka)
- Location
- Pelican Town
- Pronouns
- They/Them
When I awoke I felt refreshed, like I'd just come back from the spa. I also strangely felt like I had a deeper insight intricacies of combat, the kind of dodging and striking style Sophia used with her power making perfect sense to me. I felt that, if pushed, I could strike first in any given exchange of blows.
Not, I considered, observing my surroundings, that this would do me much good in my current circumstances. I was on one of four cots in a plain white room, marred only by a door that blended near-seamlessly with the wall, and the mirror which dominated the entirety of the next one. I had seen enough crime dramas to know that I, and Sophia, for she was on the next cot over, to know that I was in one of the rooms that the PRT used for master/stranger screenings.
I reviewed my last memories, and grimaced. I could well understand why they had elected to put us here, given the abrupt end to my call, and the state they would have found us in. A quick review of my internal time reserves told me that I was not yet out of the minor debt incurred through four uses of my ability to act between the seconds, so it had not been eight hours yet, but how long it had been exactly was beyond me. Experimentally, I tried refilling one of my more active stores of time to see if I could move the seconds to my passively charging pool, and a sound chimed from the walls.
"Please refrain from use of your parahuman abilities until we have had a chance to clear you of influence." I considered arguing with the pre-recorded message, in the hopes someone behind the mirror was listening, but I knew from those same dramas that all this would accomplish would be to get me foamed for my trouble. They'd talk to me soon enough, and if I triggered the next message I'd be confined to my cot. I walked over to Sophia to see if I could wake her up, but partway there the message started playing.
"Please return to your-"
"I know, I know, return to my cot until a specialist can-" a port opened in the ceiling above me and covered me in containment foam.
-----BP-----
It is an hour later and I am still covered in foam. I briefly consider talking to myself to alleviate boredom. This would be crazy. I talk to Sophia instead. "Just you and me, Sophia, just you and me. Of course, you're asleep, but the two of us? We're a team. Three with Emma. She's not here though, and you are, even if you're asleep. You'd tell me if you were awake out there, right Sophia?"
I wait, and do not hear a response. Maybe singing will pass the time. Who do I know well enough to sing off the top of my head? Lots of songs, none of which are coming to mind right now. My little sister has discovered The Turtles, and is playing them non-stop. All I can remember is one particular refrain.
"Me and you and you and me, no matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be, the only one for me is you, and you for me, so happy together!" I sang with all my heart, but my mind could not remember any other words. "Me and you, and you and me-"
"Madison, you still can't carry a tune in a bucket. Shut the fuck up."
"Sophia, you're awake!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. We're already missing school for this, I don't wanna miss dinner too."
"We're missing school?" I'd just figured they were keeping us until morning when they could wake somebody up to look us over.
"Sure, they already had time to wake up Panacea and have her take care of those bruises you gave me."
"I don't know how long it's been exactly, but it hasn't been eight hours."
"No way. I feel great, and I gotta tell you, I did not feel great after that beating you gave me."
A strange inkling stole over me. "Like you went to a spa?"
"What?"
"Do you feel like you went to a spa? Is that how great you feel?"
"How the fuck do I know? I never went to a spa." I could practically hear her roll her eyes.
"Oh my god. Emma and I are dragging you, like, this weekend. Absolutely necessary."
"Okay, whatever, I'll argue that later. Are you telling me you know what's up?"
"I think I may have an idea."
"Well come on, explain already. How'd we get better so fast?"
A new voice cut in. Still encased in foam, I couldn't see who it was. "Yes, Shift, how did you and Shadow Stalker get better so fast?"
Not, I considered, observing my surroundings, that this would do me much good in my current circumstances. I was on one of four cots in a plain white room, marred only by a door that blended near-seamlessly with the wall, and the mirror which dominated the entirety of the next one. I had seen enough crime dramas to know that I, and Sophia, for she was on the next cot over, to know that I was in one of the rooms that the PRT used for master/stranger screenings.
I reviewed my last memories, and grimaced. I could well understand why they had elected to put us here, given the abrupt end to my call, and the state they would have found us in. A quick review of my internal time reserves told me that I was not yet out of the minor debt incurred through four uses of my ability to act between the seconds, so it had not been eight hours yet, but how long it had been exactly was beyond me. Experimentally, I tried refilling one of my more active stores of time to see if I could move the seconds to my passively charging pool, and a sound chimed from the walls.
"Please refrain from use of your parahuman abilities until we have had a chance to clear you of influence." I considered arguing with the pre-recorded message, in the hopes someone behind the mirror was listening, but I knew from those same dramas that all this would accomplish would be to get me foamed for my trouble. They'd talk to me soon enough, and if I triggered the next message I'd be confined to my cot. I walked over to Sophia to see if I could wake her up, but partway there the message started playing.
"Please return to your-"
"I know, I know, return to my cot until a specialist can-" a port opened in the ceiling above me and covered me in containment foam.
-----BP-----
It is an hour later and I am still covered in foam. I briefly consider talking to myself to alleviate boredom. This would be crazy. I talk to Sophia instead. "Just you and me, Sophia, just you and me. Of course, you're asleep, but the two of us? We're a team. Three with Emma. She's not here though, and you are, even if you're asleep. You'd tell me if you were awake out there, right Sophia?"
I wait, and do not hear a response. Maybe singing will pass the time. Who do I know well enough to sing off the top of my head? Lots of songs, none of which are coming to mind right now. My little sister has discovered The Turtles, and is playing them non-stop. All I can remember is one particular refrain.
"Me and you and you and me, no matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be, the only one for me is you, and you for me, so happy together!" I sang with all my heart, but my mind could not remember any other words. "Me and you, and you and me-"
"Madison, you still can't carry a tune in a bucket. Shut the fuck up."
"Sophia, you're awake!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. We're already missing school for this, I don't wanna miss dinner too."
"We're missing school?" I'd just figured they were keeping us until morning when they could wake somebody up to look us over.
"Sure, they already had time to wake up Panacea and have her take care of those bruises you gave me."
"I don't know how long it's been exactly, but it hasn't been eight hours."
"No way. I feel great, and I gotta tell you, I did not feel great after that beating you gave me."
A strange inkling stole over me. "Like you went to a spa?"
"What?"
"Do you feel like you went to a spa? Is that how great you feel?"
"How the fuck do I know? I never went to a spa." I could practically hear her roll her eyes.
"Oh my god. Emma and I are dragging you, like, this weekend. Absolutely necessary."
"Okay, whatever, I'll argue that later. Are you telling me you know what's up?"
"I think I may have an idea."
"Well come on, explain already. How'd we get better so fast?"
A new voice cut in. Still encased in foam, I couldn't see who it was. "Yes, Shift, how did you and Shadow Stalker get better so fast?"
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Just as planned.
vyor
KITTY! \o/
Shush you.