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So lord, question. Would the refueling bay (or whatever it's called) work on the death stars atmosphere in that example?
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A few years back, a guy set out to write the darkest Worm fixfic. I think he succeeded. If you got the stomach for it, check out Amelia by TanaNari, over on QQ.
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You can get the full context by reading Lord's rant, but the short answer is that he's a protectorate hero that will serve in giving us the wider protectorate perspective on the clusterfuck in Brockton's Bay (and a bit of insight on Cauldron as he is working under Alexandria).
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Sure, there was a ton of angst and relationship drama, but I didn't think it was all that dark. (It's also on AO3 and SV)
So, any ideas on who the mini-interlude is going to focus on? The undersiders and coil seem likely, but I suppose the travelers might be an option as well.
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Lord don't like writing Coil's perspective. We had an Undersiders interlude recently (for the summit), so I don't see them getting an interlude unless Brian get a wind of what his little sister have been doing. Among the bad guys, Travellers and Teeth are a possibility. Among the somewhat good guys, we could check on that poor Panacea (now that she is out of M/S).
But what I would really love is an interlude from The Simurgh. Joe have been throwing wrench in her plans, and the Travellers are one of her bombs, so I'm pretty curious to how she will react.
But what I would really love is an interlude from The Simurgh. Joe have been throwing wrench in her plans, and the Travellers are one of her bombs, so I'm pretty curious to how she will react.
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Heh, not I'm not sure what the "red evelope" tags on posts are for unless it's like someone crying "foul" or "red card on play". That should tell you what kind of story Amelia is. The author is pretty infamous for his stories chock full of body/existential horror. Sidenote while the main pairing is Amy/Taylor later in the story we sideswiped with a Tattletale/Alexandria pairing which was weird af but the author still made it work...
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It's the seasonal like button for the Lunar/Chinese New Year. Just like snowflakes for Winter/Yule/Christmas, pumpkins for Halloween/Autumn, etc.
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And according to a quick Google search, it means Good Luck.
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Why did you make Joe so cruel? Touch the kid for a few seconds, and he's cured. Hell, he could just give him a healing totem that would cure him without anyone realizing how.
They absolutely would realise how, they're not idiots. If someone new is introduced to a kid, told about their terminal condition, and then eventually after new person leave they find out the kid being miraculously healed, they're gonna realise Joe's a cape with healing powers
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Parents: Nah, can't be Alluminum Mon-keigh, there is still a intensive care unit at the hospitals!
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You cut a deal with the parents. Visit them at night in costume, tell them you will gladly heal the child for free but your involvement must stay a secret. If they ask why, just tell them you have a reputation to save. If they ask why them, tell them that you've healed a lot of people before, that's why the last conflict led to very few deaths.
He could use a Regen over time style healing totem and have it administered by Lethe so as to avoid anything being traced back to him. It'd just appear as a miracle case.
(The fact it occurs in the same city as the Iridium Primate and after a string of hospital based miracles over night recoveries is just a coincidence)
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That still leaves the question of how will the parents be explaining how their kid got miraculously healed up to everyone else. Everyone knows that Panacea is not available, so...
Or it could simply be that the omake author forgot about the healing in-story.
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Well, there's a lot of patients that got miraculously cured in the various Brockton Bay hospitals (thanks, Aisha).
Well Panacea isn't the only healer, remember that one guy who Uppercrust mentioned, the one who could search the multiverse for versions of people who aren't infected with whatever condition they have and use that to heal them? It wouldn't be unreasonable to assume Joe is some new healing cape (IIRC most non-parahuman people don't know about trigger events, and I'm pretty sure even most parahumans don't know the correlation between the circumstances leading to a trigger event and the powers someone gets, so they wouldn't understand enough to suspect otherwise)
They probably wouldn't think that it was Apeiron, remember nobody except Lisa and I think Coil knows Joe's identity as Apeiron (Aisha, Garment etc don't count obviously), and AFAIK his healing techs don't leave any trace of it being him that healed them apart from how powerful they are so it's more reasonable to think that Joe's a new cape with a healing power like Panacea rather than Apeiron (Also regular/original/public Joe and Apeiron/present Joe are pretty different: Apeiron -to the public at least- is this confident, charismatic, strong, highly intelligent, charming tinker who knows multiple martial arts, was able to kill Lung -public probably doesn't know he have credit to Fleet since any videos of the Summit won't have been up for that long yet- and is among the top tinkers in the world, if not at the top. Joe on the other hand is just some nice kid who's good with mechanics, electronics and cooking who joined the gym a few weeks ago and is probably in gang work to provide for himself)
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Coil don't know Apeiron's name, only his face. The only times he managed to kill Apeiron (at the start of his career, check Coil's interlude), he didn't had his paper on him. Even Tattle knows that Apeiron is Joe, but not that he's named Jozef Duris in his civilian identity.
No video were taken during the Summit, period. The public (and PRT) will only have hearsay.
I thought it was mentioned that Lost Garden teens or Merchants had videos or something? Or was that omakes? And I didn't mean that Coil might have had his full name -Jozef Duris- but just the name Joe (I'm pretty sure he didn't reveal his full name to the Undersiders later on after their first introduction, might be wrong though)
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They tried, but Lauren was smart enough to shut them down.
Edit: It was confirmed by a WOG:
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The problem is that this story is inherently a bad match for the concept. If you want to write a story based on a real life kid with cancer, you probably don't want to use a fanfic where the protagonist can cure cancer and you need to explain why he doesn't.
It's like many years ago when Barbara Gordon was crippled at DC. So many people routinely get cured of injuries like hers at DC that it really doesn't make sense to have nobody cure her.
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NOOOOOOOOOO
Stellar Friendships! (AmberSlime)
So what if instead of the Celestial Forge, Joe gained the ability to summon oodles of friends? One might even call them Companions!
"That's right," I nod, trying to focus on her and not the blank, featureless white walls in this space. I had already moved my stuff into this pocket dimension, but by no means was I used to it. As for how the woman came into the picture... she was inside when I first entered the pocket dimension. She was as confused as I was, and after taking the time to clear my head, I was now answering her questions.
The woman raised another finger. "And there's a specific category of powers called 'Master' powers, which can include projections, which are basically summoned minions?"
"That's also correct."
"And you believe that because of whatever went down with your mama, you 'triggered,' thus summoning me as your minion?"
"Well, and this pocket dimension too, but... yes."
"I, uh... I see." The woman balled her hands against her hips. "I hate to burst your bubble, bub, but I don't feel like a minion, y'know? I've got an entire past I could tell you about." She sighed. "But, I wasn't exactly presented with an easy way home. I guess I'm stuck here for now. Not that I don't like you, but..."
I smiled, a small, slightly pained thing. "Homesick?"
"Hah, yeah. S'ppose so."
I held out a hand. "You can call me Joe."
The woman grasped my hand tightly and shook it. "Cassandra Veranos. Everybody just calls me Cerebella, though."
I slipped back into the pocket dimension after a somewhat frustrating day at work, sighed, and barricaded the door as best I could. Which meant a brick of iron as a doorstopper. I would've gone for osmium or something heavier, but that stuff is expensive. I idly waved to Cerebella, who looked up from her laptop for a moment to wave back. Then I paused.
"Cerebella?"
"Yeah, Joe?"
I turned to her and pointed at the laptop. "Where did you get that?"
"Oh, I bought it."
"Oh, alright-- wait, with what money?"
"Look, some jerk tried to grab my ass the other day." She looked up at me with a challenging frown. "It's only fair that I charged him for my time, ain't it?"
"I... suppose that's okay."
Cerebella looked like she was about to say something biting, but bit back the remark. "Don't want anybody stealing while they're living under your roof?"
"Oh, god, don't phrase it like that, you'll make me sound like my parents."
"Ah, umm... sorry."
I sighed. "It's alright. I'll get over it eventually. But yeah, I'd prefer it if you didn't steal anything."
"Gotcha, gotcha. So, anyways... you know Parahumans Online, right?"
"The online forum geared towards Capes? Yeah, I know it. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been doing some searching on it," Cerebella explained, crossing one leg over the other and twirling a lock of hair. She was giving me a rather appraising look for some reason. "And from what I've gathered, lots of new 'Parahumans' either start robbing drug stores or start patrolling for criminals to beat up. You plannin' on doin' any of that?"
Well. That was the question, wasn't it? I didn't exactly have any leanings towards villainy. Being raised on Protectorate-themed television shows would do that to you. But... did I really want to go out there? I didn't exactly have any powers aside from... well, I guess I summoned Cerebella? I don't really feel any different myself... no desire to build gear, no teleportation. Was that lack of any other powers enough to stop me?
No, no it wasn't. I would go out there, do something with myself.
"Don't bother answerin'. I can see it on your face," Cerebella says. She gets off of the bed and walks up to me, eyes trailing up and down my body. "But with how scrawny you are? I don't think so."
"You don't exactly have an Amazonian physique yourself, you know." I hope my voice sounded more defensive than petulant as I cross my arms.
"Yeah, but I have my ways." As Cerebella says this, her orange cap grows arms. Heavily muscular arms, half again as thick as Cerebella's body with fingers like bricks. With a flick of her wrist, a rather large blade pops out of her sleeve. "See, see?" she says excitedly, popping a heel into the air. "This here is Vice-Versa!" She gestures to that skull emblem on the cap, which I hadn't paid much attention to at all. I could've sworn it was blinking.
"Um... wow," I say, stunned.
"You betcha! But still, if you want to be headin' out to fight the good fight, we'll need to get you in shape! I'm no body-builder, that was Hubretch's thing, but I know enough!"
It was at that moment that I felt a weight in my mind push outwards. It wasn't quite as heavy as when my power first manifested itself.
With absolutely no fanfare whatsoever, somebody new was in my pocket dimension. He was tall, really tall, and wearing some sort of red overcoat on top of a black bodystocking Even though his back was facing me, I could quite easily see what I could only assume to be a mustache. A set of goggles rested on his head. Hands clasped behind his back, the new figure turned around slowly, gaze focusing onto me the instant he caught sight of me.
"Uh..." Cerebella tensed up, as did her... armed hat.
"Well, boy?" The man spoke, arching an eyebrow. "I do believe I am owed an explanation. This clearly isn't my laboratory!"
"Ah, I see! I understand perfectly!"
"It's alright if you don't bel-- Wait, what?"
"I am familiar with this sort of happenstance," the mustachioed newcomer said, pointer finger raised in the air. "Occasionally, extraordinarily lucky individuals would be granted unfathomable powers, be it through artifacts or simply manifesting the abilities. Both I and my... nemesis..." the man growled the last word. "Have experienced such things."
He pointed at me with utter certainty shining in his glasses. "You are quite clearly in the latter category, having manifested the ability to summon individuals of import from other realms! While I don't know what that girl over there has done to qualify," he flapped one hand dismissively in Cerebella's direction, who looked rather affronted. "It is obvious that I would!"
"And just who are you, tubby?" Cerebella snapped, pouting. I was debating whether or not I should step in, when...
"Hmph! I am Doctor Ivo 'Eggman' Rrrrrobotnik," he proclaimed with a sweeping gesture. "Roboticist extraordinaire! Unparalleled genius! Future conqueror of this world and all who dwell upon it!"
"Oh, so you're a Tinker?" I ask.
Robotnik raises a pointer finger into the air once again... and stalls. "A what, now?"
"PREPOSTEROUS!" Robotnik roared, nearly flinging the laptop into a wall. Only Cerebella's reflexes saved it. "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT WHAT PASSES FOR THOSE OF MY CALIBER IN THIS WORLD CAN'T PRODUCE ITEMS THAT WON'T FALL APART IN A WEEK WITHOUT CONTINUED MAINTENANCE?"
"Hey, fatty! I paid good money for--"
"INEXCUSABLE! Clearly, I shall have to show them all how it's done!" Robotnik took the laptop from Cerebella's hands ("Hey!") once again. "Once I've found a servicable junkyard, we embark! I require materials in order to work my genius!"
"Do... Do I have a say in this, or..."
"No, you do not."
Needless to say, this wasn't how I was expecting my week to go. Nor was I expecting my... projections? It felt weird calling them that. Nor was I expecting somebody I had summoned to take charge like this. Nor was I expecting to rummage through a junkyard at midnight.
"For what reason do you two mask yourselves?" Robotnik asked. Both I and Cerebella had done our best to throw costumes together on short notice. I quite literally had three separate bedsheets thrown over my head. Cerebella was wearing a thick hoodie, a Halloween mask, and had somehow changed the color of her hat from Orange to a deep crimson.
"Well, if you had actually bothered to look anything up aside from the builders around here," Cerebella began waspishly. "You would've known that the 'Capes,' as the people call them, wear disguises in order to protect their identities."
"Bah! Bah, I say, minion number two!" Robotnik waved his hands dismissively. "You are part of the future Eggman Empire! You have no need to hide."
"But the Eggman Empire isn't here yet," I point out. "Shouldn't we make sure any ne'er-do-wells don't take us out before we have a chance to build up?"
Robotnik cradled his chin in his hand for a moment. "A fine point, minion number one! Also, grab that engine and put it in the appropriate wheelbarrow."
Cerebella's hat reached over and plucked the engine from its pile, placing it down in the wheelbarrow a bit more roughly than necessary.
"Good, good," Robotnik said as he rubbed his hands together. "A fine haul for tonight. We'll return tomorrow to gather more!"
As we left the junkyard, possibly-stolen materials in hand, I felt another weight push out of my head. Looks like we would have somebody new once we made it back to the pocket dimension...
Who needs building when you've got Friendship, amirite? hope you all enjoyed!
Stellar Friendships!
"Okay, so let me get this straight," began the mint-haired, cap-wearing woman on my bed. She held up a finger. "If somebody around these parts has a bad enough day, they get superpowers?""That's right," I nod, trying to focus on her and not the blank, featureless white walls in this space. I had already moved my stuff into this pocket dimension, but by no means was I used to it. As for how the woman came into the picture... she was inside when I first entered the pocket dimension. She was as confused as I was, and after taking the time to clear my head, I was now answering her questions.
The woman raised another finger. "And there's a specific category of powers called 'Master' powers, which can include projections, which are basically summoned minions?"
"That's also correct."
"And you believe that because of whatever went down with your mama, you 'triggered,' thus summoning me as your minion?"
"Well, and this pocket dimension too, but... yes."
"I, uh... I see." The woman balled her hands against her hips. "I hate to burst your bubble, bub, but I don't feel like a minion, y'know? I've got an entire past I could tell you about." She sighed. "But, I wasn't exactly presented with an easy way home. I guess I'm stuck here for now. Not that I don't like you, but..."
I smiled, a small, slightly pained thing. "Homesick?"
"Hah, yeah. S'ppose so."
I held out a hand. "You can call me Joe."
The woman grasped my hand tightly and shook it. "Cassandra Veranos. Everybody just calls me Cerebella, though."
I slipped back into the pocket dimension after a somewhat frustrating day at work, sighed, and barricaded the door as best I could. Which meant a brick of iron as a doorstopper. I would've gone for osmium or something heavier, but that stuff is expensive. I idly waved to Cerebella, who looked up from her laptop for a moment to wave back. Then I paused.
"Cerebella?"
"Yeah, Joe?"
I turned to her and pointed at the laptop. "Where did you get that?"
"Oh, I bought it."
"Oh, alright-- wait, with what money?"
"Look, some jerk tried to grab my ass the other day." She looked up at me with a challenging frown. "It's only fair that I charged him for my time, ain't it?"
"I... suppose that's okay."
Cerebella looked like she was about to say something biting, but bit back the remark. "Don't want anybody stealing while they're living under your roof?"
"Oh, god, don't phrase it like that, you'll make me sound like my parents."
"Ah, umm... sorry."
I sighed. "It's alright. I'll get over it eventually. But yeah, I'd prefer it if you didn't steal anything."
"Gotcha, gotcha. So, anyways... you know Parahumans Online, right?"
"The online forum geared towards Capes? Yeah, I know it. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've been doing some searching on it," Cerebella explained, crossing one leg over the other and twirling a lock of hair. She was giving me a rather appraising look for some reason. "And from what I've gathered, lots of new 'Parahumans' either start robbing drug stores or start patrolling for criminals to beat up. You plannin' on doin' any of that?"
Well. That was the question, wasn't it? I didn't exactly have any leanings towards villainy. Being raised on Protectorate-themed television shows would do that to you. But... did I really want to go out there? I didn't exactly have any powers aside from... well, I guess I summoned Cerebella? I don't really feel any different myself... no desire to build gear, no teleportation. Was that lack of any other powers enough to stop me?
No, no it wasn't. I would go out there, do something with myself.
"Don't bother answerin'. I can see it on your face," Cerebella says. She gets off of the bed and walks up to me, eyes trailing up and down my body. "But with how scrawny you are? I don't think so."
"You don't exactly have an Amazonian physique yourself, you know." I hope my voice sounded more defensive than petulant as I cross my arms.
"Yeah, but I have my ways." As Cerebella says this, her orange cap grows arms. Heavily muscular arms, half again as thick as Cerebella's body with fingers like bricks. With a flick of her wrist, a rather large blade pops out of her sleeve. "See, see?" she says excitedly, popping a heel into the air. "This here is Vice-Versa!" She gestures to that skull emblem on the cap, which I hadn't paid much attention to at all. I could've sworn it was blinking.
"Um... wow," I say, stunned.
"You betcha! But still, if you want to be headin' out to fight the good fight, we'll need to get you in shape! I'm no body-builder, that was Hubretch's thing, but I know enough!"
It was at that moment that I felt a weight in my mind push outwards. It wasn't quite as heavy as when my power first manifested itself.
With absolutely no fanfare whatsoever, somebody new was in my pocket dimension. He was tall, really tall, and wearing some sort of red overcoat on top of a black bodystocking Even though his back was facing me, I could quite easily see what I could only assume to be a mustache. A set of goggles rested on his head. Hands clasped behind his back, the new figure turned around slowly, gaze focusing onto me the instant he caught sight of me.
"Uh..." Cerebella tensed up, as did her... armed hat.
"Well, boy?" The man spoke, arching an eyebrow. "I do believe I am owed an explanation. This clearly isn't my laboratory!"
"Ah, I see! I understand perfectly!"
"It's alright if you don't bel-- Wait, what?"
"I am familiar with this sort of happenstance," the mustachioed newcomer said, pointer finger raised in the air. "Occasionally, extraordinarily lucky individuals would be granted unfathomable powers, be it through artifacts or simply manifesting the abilities. Both I and my... nemesis..." the man growled the last word. "Have experienced such things."
He pointed at me with utter certainty shining in his glasses. "You are quite clearly in the latter category, having manifested the ability to summon individuals of import from other realms! While I don't know what that girl over there has done to qualify," he flapped one hand dismissively in Cerebella's direction, who looked rather affronted. "It is obvious that I would!"
"And just who are you, tubby?" Cerebella snapped, pouting. I was debating whether or not I should step in, when...
"Hmph! I am Doctor Ivo 'Eggman' Rrrrrobotnik," he proclaimed with a sweeping gesture. "Roboticist extraordinaire! Unparalleled genius! Future conqueror of this world and all who dwell upon it!"
"Oh, so you're a Tinker?" I ask.
Robotnik raises a pointer finger into the air once again... and stalls. "A what, now?"
"PREPOSTEROUS!" Robotnik roared, nearly flinging the laptop into a wall. Only Cerebella's reflexes saved it. "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT WHAT PASSES FOR THOSE OF MY CALIBER IN THIS WORLD CAN'T PRODUCE ITEMS THAT WON'T FALL APART IN A WEEK WITHOUT CONTINUED MAINTENANCE?"
"Hey, fatty! I paid good money for--"
"INEXCUSABLE! Clearly, I shall have to show them all how it's done!" Robotnik took the laptop from Cerebella's hands ("Hey!") once again. "Once I've found a servicable junkyard, we embark! I require materials in order to work my genius!"
"Do... Do I have a say in this, or..."
"No, you do not."
Needless to say, this wasn't how I was expecting my week to go. Nor was I expecting my... projections? It felt weird calling them that. Nor was I expecting somebody I had summoned to take charge like this. Nor was I expecting to rummage through a junkyard at midnight.
"For what reason do you two mask yourselves?" Robotnik asked. Both I and Cerebella had done our best to throw costumes together on short notice. I quite literally had three separate bedsheets thrown over my head. Cerebella was wearing a thick hoodie, a Halloween mask, and had somehow changed the color of her hat from Orange to a deep crimson.
"Well, if you had actually bothered to look anything up aside from the builders around here," Cerebella began waspishly. "You would've known that the 'Capes,' as the people call them, wear disguises in order to protect their identities."
"Bah! Bah, I say, minion number two!" Robotnik waved his hands dismissively. "You are part of the future Eggman Empire! You have no need to hide."
"But the Eggman Empire isn't here yet," I point out. "Shouldn't we make sure any ne'er-do-wells don't take us out before we have a chance to build up?"
Robotnik cradled his chin in his hand for a moment. "A fine point, minion number one! Also, grab that engine and put it in the appropriate wheelbarrow."
Cerebella's hat reached over and plucked the engine from its pile, placing it down in the wheelbarrow a bit more roughly than necessary.
"Good, good," Robotnik said as he rubbed his hands together. "A fine haul for tonight. We'll return tomorrow to gather more!"
As we left the junkyard, possibly-stolen materials in hand, I felt another weight push out of my head. Looks like we would have somebody new once we made it back to the pocket dimension...
Who needs building when you've got Friendship, amirite? hope you all enjoyed!
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Joe: I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship and also this laser gun he made.
Eggman: it's not just a laser gun! How many times do I have to remind you it's a Neural Interfacing Greatly Hypnotic Tool, NIGHT for short!