I doubt he'll be beating those bio-tinker accusations with Piggot and PHO.

While I doubt she'll be a happy camper (at the very least he's a cape that doesn't take marching orders from her and can't just arrest him for gang activity yet) at this point I'm worried she's getting flanderized into immediately going 'reeee' whenever someone might, possibly, be described using the words 'bio' or 'tinker' somewhere in their dossier.

PHO is a beast with ten thousand heads and maybe a single brain cell, as is so common with online forums.
 
Forget the biotinker accusations, the horse girls decending upon PHO over his new mount is going to be apocolyptic. He is going to be dodging people begging to pet it for weeks.
 
If he is attacked while riding does that count as beating a dead horse? Or does that not count since the horse was never alive to begin with?
 
Chapter Thirty One
I woke up suddenly the next morning, the realization that I was not alone yanking me from any sort of natural, gentle waking process. I had managed to sleep the whole night through, kept warm by my golem horse, only to wake up to find a handful of people, all members of the Docks community, standing at the entrance to the alleyway, watching me sleep.

"What, never seen a life-sized wooden horse before?" I asked, startling the audience.

A few of the people left as I slowly stood up and stretched. As I did, my previous words rolled around in my head a bit, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Your name is Troy," I said, patting my now-named steed. "I can't believe I didn't think of that before."

I put my hand on the golem to inspect it with a spell, smiling as I helped it stand up completely. The golem core was keeping the living tree alive, exactly as it was intended to. I spent a minute inspecting it, making sure everything was in top shape.

"I would call you Trojan, but that's already taken," I said with a chuckle, patting Troy's back again before turning to one of the three remaining community members. "Go get Charles and John, would you? Tell them I have something to protect for the community."

The person I was talking to's eyes went wide, and they nodded, rushing back towards the warehouse. The other people, one of whom was getting pretty close to the tarp-covered golems, took a step back as I approached. With a yank, I pulled off the tarp, exposing golems to the air and sunlight. I whistled to them, and they slowly stood, turning to orient themselves to me. As I waited for Charles and John, I went over each golem, making sure everything was in order and that the trees that made up each golem were as healthy as I could manage.

"Arcanum, good to... what the hell is that!? What is going on here?"

I turned to see John and Sarah/Mary standing there, with Charles jogging to keep up. I idly noticed that Sarah, who was also carrying a bag of groceries, looked completely calm and collected, while John had clearly run all the way here to see me.

"I would like to introduce you to your first batch of defenders," I said, gesturing to the four bipedal trees. "Four living wood golems. They are much stronger than me, a bit faster, and just about as tough. They should be more than enough to defend against low-end attacks, and when I finish with the next batch, you'll be even safer."

For a long moment, the others were silent, staring back at me while Troy pretended to eat a small tuft of grass peeking up from the concrete under our feet. It was stiff and not overly convincing, but given time, they would get more and more life-like. They might even gain a certain level of intelligence.

"You made golems… to defend against Nazis?" John asked, his eyes still wide, before he started to chuckle, shaking his head. "You really don't know how to be boring or simple, do you, Arcanum?"

"What's the point of that?" I asked. "Much more fun being unpredictable. Besides, these guys are just what we needed, something to protect the community without putting anyone in danger."

"I… do they follow commands, or…?" Charles asked, being the first to step forward.

He slowly walked around the closest hunchback tree to see it from every angle. Once he stopped, he slowly reached out, stopping before his hand made contact to ask me permission, with nothing other than a raised eyebrow.

"Go ahead. I figured I could tune them to you, John, and Sarah. That way, there will always be someone around to tell them what to do," I explained. "Other than that, they will function predominantly on their own. They will scan the area for incoming threats and adjust accordingly. Now, mind you, they aren't geniuses, more brawlers than anything, but they will get the job done, especially when we start arming them and increasing their numbers."

"How many do you intend to make?" Jonh asked, still hanging back as he watched Charles inspect the nearest golem.

"Maybe another five or six," I explained with a vague hand gesture. "It kind of depends on what I can come up with. I probably won't make any more tree golems, even if I can whip them up the easiest. There needs to be some variety."

All three of them, even Sarah, seemed more than a bit lost about how exactly they should react to everything. Rather than let them flounder about, I started showing them exactly how they could boss the golems around, moving an old abandoned car from the parking lot next to the warehouse. A pair of golems lifted the majority of the vehicle up, carrying it away and tossing it far into a different spot so that they no longer had to worry about it.

"They aren't smart, so don't expect them to follow complicated instructions, but they should fight pretty well," I explained. "Chances are four of them could handle one or two capes, but past that, you're gonna want to sacrifice them to let everyone else run.

"They aren't… alive, are they? Like treants?" Charles asked, watching one of them carry a laundry basket of fruit away from the orchard.

"No, these are no more alive than any tree," I assured him. "Each one only cost me…. Like five hundred bucks to make, which is nothing with what I'm making from healing."

"Well… you convinced me," John admitted. "You said you could link them to us?" How would you do that?"

"First… I want you three to really, truly understand what's going on here. These are dangerous tools. Loaded weapons that I am trusting you with," I explained, looking at each of them with hard eyes. "My gut tells me I can trust you three. But if you betray that trust, I will be coming for more than a pound of flesh. These guys respond to me first, so don't think you can spin them around on me. I'm not saying you would…"

I raise my hand in defense as Charles gives me an indignant look, opening his mouth to refute the idea that he would spit on my goodwill.

"Like I said, my gut says I can trust you, but this needs to be said. I would be saying the same thing, even if I was handing these over to Miss Militia," I explained, which seemed to mollify Charles. "If I catch you throwing them around to enforce your orders, or they start roughing innocent people up, I will track you down, and you won't enjoy the results."

Once again, I looked at each of them, meeting their eyes and really staring into their souls. I trusted them to use the golems properly, but even so, I would keep an eye on them anyway. Each of the golems had a small record of what it had been ordered to do, which meant I could check up on what they were up to. It wasn't more than a few hours, but it was enough to catch any of them abusing their power on a random inspection.

As I looked into their eyes, Charles and John looked back with determination and eagerness. After all, I was about to hand them something they could use to finally truly protect their people. Of course they were ready and eager. Sarah, however… she looked conflicted, even a little guilty. Before I could say anything, she spoke up.

"I… Think we should talk before you link me to anything," She admitted, seeming hesitant and unsure for the first time since I met her. "I would never use these poorly, but… you should know some things first."

I nodded, confused but focused on getting John and Charles set up first. Charles and John were not surprised by Sarah's admission of having secrets, but then again, she was a woman who frequently changed her name, snuck around and had the tendency to show up at just the right moments.

"Okay, that's fine," I said with a nod. "Let's start with John and Charles first, then we can talk."

She nodded and hung back as Charles and John stepped forward.

"Right! Well, first, I'm going to need to cut your thumbs a bit, and then I'll have you bleed a bit on each golem-"

"What?"

"Seriously?"

"...kinda glad I didn't agree fully yet…"

"Guys, listen. My powers... they are strange and weird, and they clearly have a theme," I explained, trying to calm them down. "But I promise you, this is nothing nefarious. Giving them a sample of your blood links them to you. Think of it as a strange security measure from some unusual tinker tech."

Both of the older men thought about it for a moment before John let out a long, begrudging sigh, stepping closer to me. He pulled out a knife, but I shook my head.

"I got something for that."

I cast a quick spell to numb his thumb before casting another bleeding that came with the ritual crafting subject. Blood was a powerful ingredient in both ritual crafting and as a sacrificial ingredient. After I cast the spell, his finger bled a lot, enough to link him to all four golems. I had him smear a "J" onto each golem's chest, the blood getting absorbed in seconds, leaving the golem clean. Once he was done, I healed him and repeated the process with Charles.

"Alright guys… Could you…?"

Both of them nodded and left the alleyway, John patting Sarah's shoulder as he walked away. Once Sarah/Mary, and I were alone, she let out a long breath. She looked nervous but determined.

"So… I thought you deserved to know before you… well, before you hand me all that power. I'm a parahuman."

For a moment, I stared at her, doing my best not to react poorly. After all, she had no obligation to tell me, and we didn't even know each other that well outside of me helping the camp. In fact, that she is telling me at all should mean a lot. It still unsettled me, though, knowing someone around me had powers, and I had no idea.

"Anyone I would know?"

"No! Definitely not… I keep to myself on purpose," She explained, looking around for a moment before stepping closer to the alley wall.

As she stepped closer to the shadow, it got harder for me to focus on her, like my eye kept forgetting where she was supposed to be. As she got to the darker parts, she disappeared from my sight completely. After a few seconds, I watched the same effect but in reverse.

"I can blend really well with shadows. The darker, the better," She explained. "My night vision is perfect too and… I'm better when I'm in the dark."

"Better at what?"

"Everything. It's not a massive change, but I'm faster, stronger, smarter… I heal quicker, and my stamina is better. I even learn better, at least from what I can tell."

"That's impressive," I said appreciatively. "With a stealthy ability like that, I'm not surprised no one has noticed you yet."

"I try to stay out of sight, keep anyone from noticing me," She assured me. "The worst thing I've done is borrow some cash from the Merchants. I usually spend it on food for the community."

"That… is not what I would call staying out of sight, but I understand," I pointed out, putting my hand gently on her shoulder. "Why now, though? I can't imagine it was just about the golems."

"No…. I watched you help everyone when the Empire came knocking," she admitted, sounding ashamed and guilty. "I stood in the shadows and did nothing… with how dark it was, I might have actually been able to help, but instead I just watched… like a coward."

"No, Sarah. You watched like a normal human being, probably frozen in fear and conflicted emotions," I corrected, locking eyes with her as she looked at me confused. "Can you say I'm wrong?"

"I... No, I was terrified... But still should have helped!" She said with a deep frown. "I stood there and did nothing while you took on three Nazi capes by yourself."

"Sarah, do you know what kind of person jumps off of a building, throwing around lightning and fighting Nazis?" I asked, looking at her thoughtfully. "Crazy people, Sarah. Crazy people do that. Your reaction is the normal reaction. You've got nothing to be ashamed of."

Despite still being upset, she let out a slightly wet chuckle, shaking her head a bit and wiping at her eyes.

"What if… What if I want to be a crazy person, though? What if I want to help, jumping off roofs and fight?" she asked, frowning as if she still wasn't certain herself. "Watching you face down those Empire fucks… I should be doing more."

"Honestly, Sarah, just knowing you are around the community, even if you're just sneaking around, keeping an eye on people would be a big help. In fact, I could probably offer a few things to help out with that," I pointed out, waving away her confused look. "On the other hand, I won't say no to help. The Empire is going to come for me sooner or later. I wish I could just go around my own business, helping people, but they aren't going to let what I did to Alabaster go."

She looked at me for a long moment, the scarring on her face pulling and twisting as she tried her best to read me. After a while, she nodded.

"At the very least, I will continue to watch over everyone, and… I'll be more proactive in helping in the future," She assured me, though it sounded like she was assuring herself just as much as she was me. "And… maybe I'll be able to help soon."

"That's more than enough, Sarah, I-"

"Olivia," She said, cutting me off. "My real name is Olivia."

"Oh, well... It's nice to meet you, Olivia."

I reached up to my mask, and after looking around, I could feel Alya pull close and blow a cool, encouraging breeze over my shoulders. With a smile, I pulled off my mask.

"My name's William, but you can call me Will," I said, unable to keep from chuckling when she gaped at me before I slid my mask back on. "What? You told me your name and your power. It's only fair."

"You're an idiot," She responded, ultimately failing to hide her smile. "C'mon, cut me up already so you can get to making more of those fast-producing trees. I had to keep your fruit on me all day and night to keep people from eating it."

I smirked but nodded, helping her cut her thumb so I could link her to the golems. She then passed me the bag of fruit before purposely phasing into a shadow and vanishing. I couldn't help but chuckle as she disappeared.

"I'll talk to you later," I said as she faded away.

After a few seconds, I left the alley behind, the golems following behind me.



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Well it seems like her shard might be similar to Brian's and Sophia's, now I don't know if those two get their powers from the same shard, but knowing their powers conflict, it's certainly a good argument towards that theory. In which case, if they all get their powers from the same shard, we all know where all the aggression is going. 😂
 
Figured she was a parahuman. Still, it's strange the brain parasite's not forcing her into conflict. Well, it's being gentle about it.
The conflict drive is usually overblown in fics. Its not usually that high, so long as the Parahuman in question is using their power often enough Sophia is something of an outlier and the reason most people do silly things is a mixture of societal pressure (IE, if you have powers, you MUST be either a hero or a villain) and untreated trauma.
 
Figured she was a parahuman. Still, it's strange the brain parasite's not forcing her into conflict. Well, it's being gentle about it.
different intensities for different powers, especially weaker powers. I mean think about it all the weaker powers with lower survive ability get data is longer more drawn out lives. it would also be why all the HIGH Power people are ALWAYS a problem.

a shards not gonna hit the "gather data fight" button often on those that would just die if they didn't think things through.

listen taylor had queen administrator and is the queen of escalation.
 
Oh, I think Olivia is going to like what unnaturally deep shadow can do for her power.

I wonder if immaterial things can be made into golems? So, like, making a golem core and using darkness to shape it's body, setting it up to mimic the position of a person holding/wearing it's core. Pretty strange interpretation of the term "power armour", but no less valid in her specific case.
 
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The conflict drive is usually overblown in fics. Its not usually that high, so long as the Parahuman in question is using their power often enough Sophia is something of an outlier and the reason most people do silly things is a mixture of societal pressure (IE, if you have powers, you MUST be either a hero or a villain) and untreated trauma.
Pretty sure that Canon Sophia was pretty well broken BEFORE she triggered, and that just made it 10x worse. Now she's just in perma-bitch mode, and the only person that matters is her.
 
Is Olivia's cape name going to be "The Shadow That Stalks Shadow Stalker"?

Pretty sure that Canon Sophia was pretty well broken BEFORE she triggered, and that just made it 10x worse. Now she's just in perma-bitch mode, and the only person that matters is her.

In all fairness, in canon, Sophia calmed the eff down towards the end. Hell, iirc she directly worked with Taylor in the Cauldron base when the irregulars came a callin'.
 
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Chapter Thirty Two
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Despite the somewhat surprising news of Olivia's powers, I had stuff to get done, so I was forced to file it away and move on with my day. I'm sure we would have more time to discuss it eventually, and it wasn't like I could drag her out of the shadows and force her to talk about it. Even if I could, I obviously wouldn't.

Once Olivia was gone, I led the golems out of the alleyway and into the open space where the community spent most of its time. I ended up giving a separate seminar on how they worked and what they were for, this time for the general group. No one else got linked up to them, but I demonstrated how handy they were and that Charles and John had control over them. Between their reputations and my own, people seemed to accept them pretty quickly, especially when they started helping out with the heavy lifting.

For a homeless community, there was a surprising amount of organized work going on.

After I was done introducing the golems to the community at large, I spent a few more hours planting trees and growing them up, enhancing them the same way I had the others. I don't know where Olivia went to get these fruits, but they now had a few fig and cherry trees. It was getting to the point that the community had a pretty seriously sized orchard going on, especially when the golems tore up some of the already crumbling parking lot to expose more dirt to plant in.

Part of me was worried that the police or PRT would show up when we started tearing up the asphalt, but Charles just snorted and shook his head.

"We are in the Docks, Arcanum. Nobody owns them, nobody wants them, nobody cares about them," He explained, shaking his head. "The only people who might be interested in them is the city, but they are too broke even to consider reinstating the police patrol out here. Never mind inspecting what we do. Trust me, unless we start burning shit down, no one cares."

When I was finally done working around the community, and I left to make a run to the hospital, Charles was already putting groups together to make runs out to singular homeless people, a few smaller camps. People were grabbing bags of fruit to bring out and distribute to people who needed them.

Meanwhile, I was starting to consider the idea of starting to help the homeless shelters and soup kitchens around town. Providing them with fresh fruits could drastically cut their spending on food, and handing out bags of produce was a great way to help people who were struggling but weren't homeless.

I just needed a way to get around this world's ridiculous laws about capes selling things. I didn't plan on making a dime off this, but if I started providing even the tiniest, itsy-bitsiest fraction of this city's paying population with food for free, I knew for a fact I would be swept away in a legal battle, probably funded by the PRT.

When it was time to go, I hopped up onto Troy and guided him through the alleys to a populated road. This was the first time I was attempting to ride him through such a setting, and I wanted to take it slow at first. I pulled him out onto the street, speeding him up to keep up with traffic, basically riding him like I would drive a car, stopping and starting at stop lights and the whole nine years.

The temptation to peel off and push Troy hard, to weave between traffic and really get going, was massive, and it only got harder to ignore when Alya confirmed my own growing suspicion. We weren't actually traveling that much faster than I would be if I were running. So, I made the decision to travel as if I was on a bike rather than a car. I shrunk Troy down as much as I could before letting Alya guide me off the street and through another alley. Rather than following the strict road rules like a car, we were pushing the limits quite a bit more. We took shortcuts, jumped over fences, occasionally weaved through cars, and cut out intersections and lights when we could. I would have never been able to do it on my own, not without a substantial bit of magic, which would have probably required several levels of a whole new subject, but with Alya's help, it was easy.

With this new method, I was making considerably better time than I would have by running through the sidewalks or streets. Even better, I knew that in the case of an emergency, I could really start to ignore traffic laws and push Troy to his absolute limit to cut down on that time even more.

The first stop for the last few hours of the morning was the Central Hospital, where I spent a few hours cleaning up concussions, fixing a brain bleed, and treating a half dozen other problems. A not insignificant portion of the people who I treated with issues like unexploded aneurysms and minor brain damage were people from out of town, visiting specifically to meet me.

At the end of my "shift," I had treated twenty-five people in total, eight of whom fell into the paying category. My finances were already looking way better than they ever had back home, even if I planned on donating a chunk of it to shelters and soup kitchens.

When I was done at the hospital, I walked out to the parking lot, where Troy was "parked." Quite a few people had stopped to take photos of the wooden golem, who was lying down in one of the nearby parking spots, pretending to be a real horse. As I approached, I whistled out to him, and the golem slowly started standing up at my command.

After signing a few autographs and even letting a young girl sit on Troy for a few minutes, I was off. My geomancy absorption needed a refresh, and I wanted to do some work on making more golems. In order to do that, I needed to move my partional from my temporary home out to the forest, and I needed to do it while not seeming suspicious or drawing attention. Normally, I would just change into my civilian clothes and pretend to go on a hike, but Troy stood out like a sore thumb on fire.

I ended up riding Troy back to the Docks community. I left him in the capable hands of John and Charles, warning them that I would be back later that night with more golems. They assured me they would be waiting, and I left to get changed back into civilian wear, heading directly to my old temporary home. I quickly cut the partional up using the stone cutting spells I got from the geomancy subject, making sure to cut them in a way that I could easily put them together again. I put them carefully into a large bag before carrying them out of the city as casually as I could. It was just a few hours after noon when I finally arrived at the forest compound.

After spending an hour growing out a new platform along the ritual space, I then put the partional back together, fusing it with a stone fusing spell, and quickly the testing partional out by absorbing another pile of steel. I then realized that I had been an idiot and that the geomancy subject had already given me the perfect tools to construct stone golem frames. It had been so long since I had built anything related to geomancy that I had entirely forgotten the stone-working spells that came with it.

I ended up spending the rest of the day making three more golems, this time constructing them out of stone. I started by creating the three cores before gathering some rocks using my enhanced strength. Luckily, there were plenty of them scattered around the clearing and the forest. I would carry them back to the ritual platform, then, using a frame made from growing branches out of the platform, I stacked the rocks up, carving and fusing them together until I had the same general hunched-over shape that the living wood golems had. Then, it was simple to prepare the golem frame, cut a place for the golem core, and seal it back up when I was done.

Even better, when the first golem was done, getting the materials for the second and third was considerably easier since I could just order the first golem to go out and find me more stone.

The three stone golems were a bit slower than me, about the speed of an average person, but they were incredibly resilient and strong, much more so than the living wood golems. They would offer an excellent variety to the Docks community defenses, especially since when I was done working on the golems, I had just enough time to make four of the stunning wands that I had designed previously. They were simple little ritual wands, and while they would be useless against any brutes, once I worked them into the living wood of the older golems, they would let them take down normal thugs easily.

Once I was done, I finally headed back to the community under the cover of darkness. It was slow going since the stone golems had to move at a snail's pace in order to stay quiet, and even then, they weren't what I would call stealthy. As I walked through the city, I looked up to the sky, noticing that the moon was just a sliver of glowing white. Mentally, looking back, I was pretty sure that it had been a bit more full the previous nights, which meant that it would be a new moon soon.

That sent all sorts of ideas scattering through my mind, as full and new moon phases were both potent additions to quite a few ritual types if you were willing to work the proper part into the design. While there were dozens, maybe even hundreds, of ways it could play into a ritual, a new moon was particularly good for rituals involving hiding things and darkness, both of which I now had use for

"Alya… I want to run a bunch of rituals under the new moon," I said quietly as we crossed a street, the three stone golems following behind us, plodding along slowly. "I have some ideas for a gift for Olivia, and it's about time I finish making my house and layering over the hiding enchantments. If I tie them all together under the new moon, with a nice big ritual, and then cap that off with what I designed already, I think the whole compound is going to be pretty much unfindable.

"So then another day of shopping?" She guessed. "Will you be inviting Olivia to the compound?"

"No, I don't want to pull her into this any faster than she wants to," I explained. "Admitting what my powers really are is not something I plan on sharing with people until it's more than completely obvious I am not a parahuman."

"But you plan on giving her a ritualized gift to make her more powerful?" She asked. "How is that not pulling her in deeper?"

"I… see your point," I said with a wince. "Okay, I'll ask her first. Hopefully, she will be at the camp when we get back."

By the time we arrived at the community camp, it was starting to get really late, but John was still waiting for us in the central area between the two buildings the community had taken over as their own. The rest of the space was silent, with the four living wood golems standing along the wall.

"Well... those look a lot more like what you would expect from being called a golem," he admitted when he first saw the large stone constructs. "You sure they aren't gonna… fall over and break?"

"The stone ones are way more durable than I am, and I'm bulletproof to pistol calibers. At least for the most part," I explained. Technically, I hadn't been a hundred percent sure of that before Alabaster shot me, but he was packing some rather large pistols, so I was confident in my durability. "And they aren't like cartoon golems. These are some serious brutes. Trust me, if people start some trouble, these guys will end it."

We talked for a few minutes, during which John brought up that they planned to keep the stone golems, or more specifically, whatever I had shown up with for the second batch since they didn't know what they would be beforehand, a secret. They were worried that if they presented too strong of a front, the Empire would simply show up in full force and crush them flat. I pointed out that if that happened, they were supposed to sacrifice the golems and run, and he assured me that they understood that part.

"I think you're underestimating just how quickly Purity could flatten this whole area if she wanted to," John said, shaking his head.

"I got a little something for that as well," I responded, reaching into my jacket and pulling out the wands.

I only had four in total, one for each of the living wood golems, but each one of them could shoot a few dozen blasts of knock-out electricity, similar to the spell I used to keep people unconscious after I beat them. Thankfully, this one had a bit more range, which should let the golems shoot down any fliers that decided to target the community.

Even better, the golems' natural magical generation would allow them to recharge the wands, taking their daily limit from a few dozen to probably just over a hundred.

I spent an hour or so fusing the wands into the living wood of the golems, putting them into their arms so that the blasts of electricity would fire out of their palms. The range was something like thirty feet or so, which made the wooden golems' fifteen-foot vertical jump height all the more critical.

When I was done, I linked the golems to John before he offered me a spare bed to stay in for the night. Considering that I had been planning on going back to my temporary home to sleep on the couch, I accepted his offer. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be, as I was just about to step into the warehouse when my phone rang. Recognizing the number as being from Brockton Bay Central, I quickly answered.

"Hello, Arcanum here,"

"Arcanum, I'm glad you picked up," The familiar voice of my personal liaison came through. "Listen, we need you to come in… Amy Dallon just showed up with a broken arm and some serious head trauma."

"Details, now," I said, already turning away from the warehouse. Before he could say anything, I whistled, and from somewhere around the warehouse, I could hear Troy galloping towards me.

"We don't know much. It's a bit of a madhouse here with the PRT and Protectorate showing up and New Wave…" My handler, Dr. Palrisa, explained. "Nobody seems to be talking about what actually happened, but there is a lot of tension and…"

"The patient, Dr Palrisa, details on the patient," I said, stamping down my exasperation.

"Her vitals are what we would expect. We suspect there is some pressure building up in her skull, but it's at manageable levels as long as you arrive quickly," He explained. "She has a decent fracture in her skull and her arm… it's a significant break but not life-threatening or likely to cause permanent damage."

"I'm on my way. I should arrive soon," I responded, nudging Troy into a gallop, the golem mount charging through a nearby alley. "Please pass on that I'm incoming to everyone who should know, including the PRT and New Wave. I want you at the entrance ready to guide me to her."

The doctor gave a final word of confirmation before I hung up, leaning down to grip Troy tightly, pouring my magic into the golem. Sparks flew from his metal hooves as we flew down the streets, a sinking feeling already settling in my stomach.
 
Rule 6: Acceptable Content on SV — Fantasizing about torture like this is not acceptable.
It could have been a mundane car accident, but if that many people showed up, and the PRT are there, that's doubtful.

You screw with the healer, you meet the reaper... if you're lucky.

Anyone think it WASN'T Nazis?

Ooops, random though "Be vewwy, vewwy quiet, I'm hunting Nazis. It's ever so much more satisfying than wabbits, and it's good for society too!"

Personally, I've always thought that restraining and impaling Alabaster in multiple places would be a fitting end. His power might be able to negate damage every 4-5 seconds, but what happens if the source of the damage never gets removed??? Would his power eventually give up? Worse, what happens if you pin him in place with no damage, and randomly skewer him every so often? How long before the random pain drives him crazier than he already is?
 
Personally, I've always thought that restraining and impaling Alabaster in multiple places would be a fitting end. His power might be able to negate damage every 4-5 seconds, but what happens if the source of the damage never gets removed??? Would his power eventually give up? Worse, what happens if you pin him in place with no damage, and randomly skewer him every so often? How long before the random pain drives him crazier than he already is?
I mean, if you want to go that way you could pour him in a block of concrete at the bottom of the Bay and let him play 'I have no mouth and I must scream' until the next geological era, or feed him to a ramped-up Lung and see who wins on the long run.

Still, permadead respawning nazi is permadead.

I have two hypotheses for the source of PanPan's injuries, one is Bad because it's Nazis, the other is Worse because it's Brandish.
Or, God forbid, Glory Girl.
 
I mean, if you want to go that way you could pour him in a block of concrete at the bottom of the Bay and let him play 'I have no mouth and I must scream' until the next geological era, or feed him to a ramped-up Lung and see who wins on the long run.

Still, permadead respawning nazi is permadead.

I have two hypotheses for the source of PanPan's injuries, one is Bad because it's Nazis, the other is Worse because it's Brandish.
Or, God forbid, Glory Girl.

Alot can be said about Brandish's lack of capability as a mother, but I don't think she'd ever physically harm one of her kids. Vicky, likewise, for all the joke is that she's collateral damage barbie, is actually extremely careful about her strength around people she actually gives a shit about - there's really no example in the canon of her ever hurting someone she actually likes by mistake, at least not one I can think of off the top of my head.
 
I'd think it's more likely Brandish than Glory Girl. Vicky DOES love Amy like a sister. Brandish puts up with Amy being there, and has never loved her as a daughter, more of a task to accomplish. Basically Brandish is waiting for Amy to turn villain, because that's what Marquis was. If Amy said or did something grossly out of line, solely as defined by Brandish, and that was a F*n narrow freaking line for Amy to walk, I can see Carol going off the deep end and trying to discipline Amy way to harshly, if not just blind rage that Amy had "turned" and needed to be stopped.
 
I wonder if Brandish finally lost it, she seems like one who would assault Amy if she thought she was going villain.
 
I honestly dont think that Brandish was the one who hurt her, at least not intentionally. For all Carol is a raging bitch, shes also not a hair trigger lunatic just waiting for a flimsy excuse to go off the rails. She doesnt trust Amy, but I'm reasonably sure that in canon, it was more of a low key thing, shes not just going to go completely insane and start beating up her 'daughter' because she said something a bit questionable.
 
"We are in the Docks, Arcanum. Nobody owns them, nobody wants them, nobody cares about them," He explained, shaking his head. "The only people who might be interested in them is the city, but they are too broke even to consider reinstating the police patrol out here. Never mind inspecting what we do. Trust me, unless we start burning shit down, no one cares."
He almost certainly has the resources to actually buy ruined facilities in the Docks. They'd be cheap by real estate standards, still thousands of dollars but not hundreds of thousands, since nobody else but the homeless squatters want to actually use the place and the homeless aren't paying.

The temptation to peel off and push Troy hard, to weave between traffic and really get going, was massive, and it only got harder to ignore when Alya confirmed my own growing suspicion. We weren't actually traveling that much faster than I would be if I were running. So, I made the decision to travel as if I was on a bike rather than a car.
A good idea, at least until he manages to install brake lights and turn signals on his magical tree horse. Drivers wouldn't know what to do around him and that could cause accidents.
We took shortcuts, jumped over fences, occasionally weaved through cars, and cut out intersections and lights when we could.
Never mind, this is worse.
It could have been a mundane car accident
Oops.
 
I'd think it's more likely Brandish than Glory Girl. Vicky DOES love Amy like a sister. Brandish puts up with Amy being there, and has never loved her as a daughter, more of a task to accomplish. Basically Brandish is waiting for Amy to turn villain, because that's what Marquis was. If Amy said or did something grossly out of line, solely as defined by Brandish, and that was a F*n narrow freaking line for Amy to walk, I can see Carol going off the deep end and trying to discipline Amy way to harshly, if not just blind rage that Amy had "turned" and needed to be stopped.
She injures her mother severely in Ward by accident, and it haunts her for the rest of the story. Her force field lashed out during a fight, which is arguably not her fault, but she still negligently let it loose when allies were in range. I do agree that she is super careful and that particular fight was very high stakes and pretty close so she didn't have a lot of options, but it did happen.
 
I don't think Carol would assault Amy. She'd be more likely to kick her out of the house before that.
 
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