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Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)

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LordRoustabout said:
It's something that's been a particular irritation to Vista as she can't refer to Apeiron by her chosen designation, even in her own head, without the title forcing its way into her mind.
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Vista: "You! You made it so I can't even think your Villain name without your stupid fake Cape name popping into my brain! Fix it!"

Apeiron, considering many responses, then settling on: "This is fixed."
 
Crake said:
Vista: "You! You made it so I can't even think your Villain name without your stupid fake Cape name popping into my brain! Fix it!"

Apeiron, considering many responses, then settling on: "This is fixed."
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The newest in-universe meme will involve Vista trying to attack Apeiron. Because PHO finds Our One True Tinker awkwardly ignoring the baby-hero constantly whacking him with a stick during very important events to be hilarious.
 
Talkshow Host: "Apeiron, you've cultivated a lot of relationships with different Capes over the years."

Co-Host: "Some say mostly with Villains!"

Apeiron: "Some say that I'm a Villain. But I don't see Kaiser or Bastard Son on the Tonight Show, either."

*canned laughter*

Talkshow Host: "Fair point. But speaking of those interactions, we have this clip from the S-Class response strategy meeting prior to Chernobog emerging."

*Vista is ineffectually prodding Apeiron with a baton, shouting inaudible over the commotion in the back, Protectorate Heroes too afraid to intervene*

Apeiron: "We had some creative differences."

*Vista is dragged away by ENE Wards team*

Talkshow Host: "Care to elaborate?"

Apeiron: "My name really says it all."
 
AmberSlime said:
The newest in-universe meme will involve Vista trying to attack Apeiron. Because PHO finds Our One True Tinker awkwardly ignoring the baby-hero constantly whacking him with a stick during very important events to be hilarious.
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I can see her at least dropping a few ruined buildings onto him or something. Not to any greater effect of course but I can definitely see her getting creative about using her powers.
 
AmberSlime said:
The newest in-universe meme will involve Vista trying to attack Apeiron. Because PHO finds Our One True Tinker awkwardly ignoring the baby-hero constantly whacking him with a stick during very important events to be hilarious.
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Nah, it will be a meme because Joe is ignoring Vista and the entire time he's talking to someone important or something, Vista is just consistently attacking him and all of her attacks go through him, and everyone else is also doing their best to ignore Vista because if Apeiron didn't seem to care, they probably should too as well.
 
LordRoustabout said:
Flechette would be the most dangerous Butcher. Combining Sting with perfect accuracy means she could kill anyone she cared to and nobody could stop her. Tattletale or Coil might be strategic threats, but Flechette would take things to an entirely new level.
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TheDonFluffles said:
The idea of 'insane Flechette with the ability to control projectiles, danger sense, and enough durability to not be killed by a bullet' is a VERY scary one indeed
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When the Butcher was first confirmed as coming to the Bay, I honestly thought one of Marchs long-term plans would involve Flechette being put into a position of having to kill the Butcher, then March as a technical member of the Teeth, killing Flechette herself as a way to finally bring them together. that whole Kiss/Kill thing for Cluster Triggers is some frightening stuff when you think about it.
 
JumpFail200 said:
When the Butcher was first confirmed as coming to the Bay, I honestly thought one of Marchs long-term plans would involve Flechette being put into a position of having to kill the Butcher, then March as a technical member of the Teeth, killing Flechette herself as a way to finally bring them together. that whole Kiss/Kill thing for Cluster Triggers is some frightening stuff when you think about it.
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Which was Wildbow's design when he wrote the mechanism. Remember, our very first introduction to Kiss/Kill was between Mouse Protector (high Kiss, low Kill) and Ravager (low Kiss, high Kill) and it ended with the Mouse Protector driving the Ravager so mad that the Ravager approached the Slaughterhouse 9 and causing the events that led to Murder Rat to occur.
 
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Preheat your Butcher to 350 Degrees (Lucifra)
  • Apocrypha
    • Akira D. said:
    Oh my god, he can make the "cake is for talkers" meme come true
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    …fuck it, time to write my first omake for a fic on SV.
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    Preheat your Butcher to 350 Degrees
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    Of the many things that could have been waiting for Joe when he returned to his Workshop after his latest appointment with Dr. Campbell, a trussed-up Butcher, knocked unconscious and left on his bed, was low on his list of expectations, albeit higher than, say, a Thinker 12 in a fedora asking him to fix her power.

    "Why," he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, "is the Butcher tied up inside the Workshop?"

    "An opportunity presented itself," said Aisha, shit-eating grin on her face.

    Joe sighed. "Survey? What happened?"

    The AI-cum-android appeared next to him. "Lethe and Kataklyzein went for… an enthusiastic walk is the colloquialism for this situation, I believe," she said primly.

    Joe sighed. "Yeah, that tracks. What's the status of the other Teeth capes?"

    "Incarcerated in the PRT headquarters. She also took the opportunity to leave them a fruit basket for Director Piggot with them, along with a note referencing her earlier policy of believing you a Master."

    Joe sighed again. "Okay, I'll deal with that… later. Now I just have to put together a coherent response to the Butcher in my Home."

    Aisha had the decency to look somewhat sheepish at that.
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    The Butcher woke up about an hour later, and looked around blearily for a moment before glaring at Joe. "I don't know how you brought me here, but you're going to regret it."

    "Ooh, wow, threats from da big, bad Butchew." Aisha dropped the mocking baby talk. "Assflash, newshole: we live in Brockton Bay. That and a cup of coffee makes up the first five minutes of our day."

    The Butcher glared, likely trying to activate their pain projection power. "Why the fuck won't my powers work?"

    "Because I said so," said Joe, arms folded over his chest.

    The Butcher paled slightly.

    "Relax," said Joe, turning to the table behind him to pick up a kitchen knife that would have made a fairly impressive shortsword. "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have woken up, I would have just torn your passenger from you and left you in the Bay as an example."

    The Butcher licked their lips. "W-what's the knife for?"

    "Good question." Joe stepped aside, revealing a magnificent German Chocolate Cake before cutting two slices and placing them on plastic plates. One plate went to Aisha, who let the bottom half of her faceplate fold away so she could savor the food, and he took the other slice.

    Joe could practically hear the Butcher salivating. "You gonna give me a slice of that cake, or are you just going to tease?"

    "Cake," replied Joe, "is for talkers. Specifically, it's for War Seer and Caydancil."

    "All this… just for a fucking Aleph meme?" the Butcher snarled, glaring up at Joe.

    "Hardly. If it were just for the meme I wouldn't have done it. Getting an opportunity to speak with the two heroic members of your collective, on the other hand…" Joe shrugged. "That's worth baking for."
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    Once the Butcher had been removed from the Workshop, as escorted by both Caydancil and War Seer, freshly reincarnated and with a slice of cake in a to go box in each of their hands, Joe sighed and all but collapsed into his desk chair. "God damn it, that's the most stressful thing any of me have had to do since my recovery from March's attack."

    "Look on the bright side, Joe," chirped Aisha "At least now we know you can create new bodies for capes."

    "I guess that's true."

    "And also I got some pretty nice cake out of things."

    Joe sighed. "Why did I not expect you to say that."

    "Hope, perhaps," came a new voice from behind them.

    Aisha's helmet snapped shut, and Joe whirled, Trauma appearing in a flash of gray light, to see an olive-skinned woman in a suit with a fedora on, and Joe's passenger immediately advised caution. "This really is excellent cake. My compliments."

    "Who are you and why are you here?" snapped Joe, ready to explode into violence at a moment's notice.

    "I'm a Thinker 12, and I need you to help fix my power."

    Joe's head met his palm. "I was fucking joking," he said. "Fine. What's the problem and what are you going to use it for?"

    "In order? Someone with root-level access blocked parts certain targets off, and I intend to stop Scion from destroying the world in two years."

    Joe sighed even as his passenger offered him encouragement to help the woman. "I don't get paid enough for this," he grumbled. "Come on, let me get some scans and you can tell me what you meant by that crack about saving the world from Scion."

    Two hours later, Scion turned away from rescuing a cat-themed cape named Gatito from a tree in Arizona to a plate of cake and designs for a power plant that would operate forever. "Don't destroy the planet," said Joe before he left, leaving a very bemused golden man with full hands behind.
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    Yay fixit omakes!

    That's about it, so read, review, enjoy, have a nice day and…

    OMAKES FOR THE OMAKE THRONE! WORDS FOR THE WORD COUNT! ALL HAIL THE DREAD @LordRoustabout!
     
  • Apocrypha
    • Moving out (Knaka)
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    • Hm, I'm finally inspired to write an quick omake. This is to flesh out a character introduced in the previous chapters.

    XXX

    Moving out

    Myron Bynes, or as he was known to the public, Huffer, walked into the ready room of the Cedar Rapids Protectorate headquarters. Behind him, Vortex and Strafe followed and took off their respective helmets. Without their faces concealed, he could think of them as Eric and Frank again.

    "Well, that was an interesting patrol." Frank commented.

    Myron nodded absentmindedly. They had encountered five gang fights in their two hour patrol. Cedar Rapids had no major gang presence, but there were numerous tiny gangs that caused trouble occasionally. Five gang fights in a single patrol was unusual, but fortunately they didn't have to do anything other than show up and both sides ran.

    Good thing too. Intellectually, he knew that the gangs didn't want to fight the Protectorate, and if a fight did break out, they'd certainly win, but he wasn't confident in that, especially with them needing to maintain their image while fighting and keep things from escalating.

    "Yeah, still annoyed they ran like that." said Eric. "I could tell they were bad news, and I haven't had a chance to fight in a while."

    "You always think people are bad news." replied Frank. "Still, I agree that we haven't had any fights recently."

    Myron held back a sigh. He was unfortunate enough to be assigned to a team of battle-junkies. Both Eric and Frank loved to fight, even though it seemed foolish of them to do so.

    Vortex was a air-control shaker with the ability to generate surprisingly strong gusts of wind, while Strafe was a flight capable mover. Neither had any enhanced durability. Why both of them wanted to get into fights was beyond him.

    Suddenly, the door slammed open and Sideswipe rushed through the ready room, heading straight towards the lockers. As he brushed past Myron, he called out his usual greeting.

    "Out of the way, moron."

    As Sideswipe brushed past him, Myron called out his usual response.

    "Once again, it's Myron, not Moron."

    As usual, Sideswipe didn't respond.

    Frank spoke up as Sideswipe headed into the locker room. "Hey, I heard from Director Richardson that Sideswipe is transferring to California at the end of the month."

    "Really?" asked Myron.

    "Yeah, heard he wants more action, so he's going to Los Angeles to work under Alexandria." replied Frank. Myron thought he heard a bit of envy in his voice.

    It made sense. Despite wanting to see more action, the Protectorate wouldn't move Vortex or Strafe to a dangerous location. Sideswipe, however, had enough of a brute rating to justify it. After all, who would willingly send heroes into a situation they couldn't handle?

    Despite Sideswipe's rough personality, he had the potential to do great things. Myron wasn't thrilled to be mocked so often, but he knew Sideswipe didn't mean anything personal about it Sideswipe was reckless, but brave. He wouldn't be able to meet his full potential here in Iowa, so it made sense for him to transfer out.

    Still, it was one less hero here. Myron felt slightly anxious about that.

    Nevertheless, he wished Sideswipe the best, and expected great things from him.

    XXX

    Yes, the reference is intentional, and congratulations to those who notice it. I actually looked it up on a wiki site for this.

    Also, it was surprisingly hard to find a name for this.
     
  • Apocrypha
    • LordRoustabout said:
    Flechette would be the most dangerous Butcher. Combining Sting with perfect accuracy means she could kill anyone she cared to and nobody could stop her. Tattletale or Coil might be strategic threats, but Flechette would take things to an entirely new level.
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    I though it was stated that most other effects don't work on Sting-enhanced stuff? Like, March's explosions could benefit from a power to make explosions bigger, but would not be affected by a power to prevent explosions. Lily's projectiles travel in a straight line until the Sting effect runs out, and she has a secondary power to help her aim (her variation of March's timing thinker ability); therefore, the Butcher's ability to never miss, which works by warping space to change the projectiles' direction, would be ignored by a Sting projectile.
     
    Jordisk said:
    I though it was stated that most other effects don't work on Sting-enhanced stuff? Like, March's explosions could benefit from a power to make explosions bigger, but would not be affected by a power to prevent explosions. Lily's projectiles travel in a straight line until the Sting effect runs out, and she has a secondary power to help her aim (her variation of March's timing thinker ability); therefore, the Butcher's ability to never miss, which works by warping space to change the projectiles' direction, would be ignored by a Sting projectile.
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    And thats why Butcher-Flechette would be scary not cuz of auto-aim, but because she would have teleportation.

    Try evading pointblank Sting-enhanced shotgun blast. Literally "Parry this you filthy casual"
     
    Jordisk said:
    I though it was stated that most other effects don't work on Sting-enhanced stuff? Like, March's explosions could benefit from a power to make explosions bigger, but would not be affected by a power to prevent explosions. Lily's projectiles travel in a straight line until the Sting effect runs out, and she has a secondary power to help her aim (her variation of March's timing thinker ability); therefore, the Butcher's ability to never miss, which works by warping space to change the projectiles' direction, would be ignored by a Sting projectile.
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    Well, Flechette's projectiles can be affected indirectly, such as by Gray Boy looping them or Trickster swapping them with some rocks or whatever in canon, so that suggests Quarrel's power would work on them as well.
     
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    ExploerTM said:
    And thats why Butcher-Flechette would be scary not cuz of auto-aim, but because she would have teleportation.

    Try evading pointblank Sting-enhanced shotgun blast. Literally "Parry this you filthy casual"
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    To be fair at that point, just smack them with the shotgun. Far less risk of, you know, utterly wrecking everything in a cone in from of you.
     
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