She's aiming to get below the attosecond.
She's aiming to get below the attosecond.
Trying for Planck time, but that might be a bit unrealistic
Altering the fundamental resolution of reality so you can better measure how many subscribers someone's going to lose do to posting cringe.
I myself would find it amusing if the S9 create this elaborate scheme and Joe is just like "No" cause if there was anyone Joe would have no issues simply taking out without hesitation it would be the S9 -bar maybe Bonesaw because she is what he could of been- while everyone else is standing by like "The hell? Where's the epic battle?"I think the only way the s9 are a real threat to Joe is if he goes up against them alone, because if it turns into a Celestial Forge vs Slaughterhouse 9 fight it will be very easy to beat them.
So either the s9 team up with other villains to defeat CF or they make an elaborate plan to separate Joe from their group. Either way, still a long way to go before the appearance of jack and his gang of degenerates.
It might but what effect would a electrical current or differential have on a arrow in the first place? Like you might be able to use some magnetic fields to position a phased object that Sophia's phased and released, which I bet would have some seriously good manufacturing and surgical utility, but electricity doesn't effect inanimate objects all that much.Wouldn't electricity interfere with her arrows in the same way it interferes with her own phasing power though?
Y'know phrasing it this way make it seem like Garment is what a mundane's idea of what a is Cape. Glamourous, mysterious, bigger than life, and with fantastical powers.
Could you give me a quote for the line(s) that shows that? I don't recall reading anything like that, but I might have just failed to notice an implication or two, so that's why I'm asking.Don't forget the same chapter that had her fear being placed as subservient under Garment in the fashion industry also showed that she's actively doing that to the career of everyone else in her workshop, on purpose.
Can do.Could you give me a quote for the line(s) that shows that? I don't recall reading anything like that, but I might have just failed to notice an implication or two, so that's why I'm asking.
Sabah stood in the center of her empty atelier. The open studio felt dead without the familiar buzz of activity from the students who used the space. Sometimes to help with her work, sometimes for their own projects. They weren't exactly assistants, but she liked how there was a bit of prestige connected to working with her cape identity. It also provided for her own cover, a neat explanation for her association with the place.
Having a place of her own, it let her break away from the smothering aspects of her fashion program. Everyone in the class was dreaming of becoming a great designer while trying to ignore the realities of their situations. Those with connections and the means to springboard their careers might be able to line something up, an internship, an assistant role, something. Grunt work while they continued to fantasize about breaking through into the industry. For the rest, for the people starting out without any support, things were bleak. Take what you could get, and hope for a miracle that would let you somehow break through. To do something vaguely related to the industry you poured your heart and soul into for the last four years.
Well, two years for her. She knew there were people who resented her for transferring. Sweeping in late and trying to stand on the same level as the rest of the class. That was alright, she had been through that before, and she was stronger for it. Able to function on her own, without anyone trying to dominate her, to hold her by a desperate lifeline until she couldn't…
She shrugged off those thoughts, taking a breath to steady herself. She checked the time again, mentally counting down the minutes to her upcoming meeting. Normally she wouldn't be watching the clock this closely, but this was nothing like a normal meeting. She had no idea how things were going to play out. Whether she could make it through intact, or if this was going to be the disaster she was dreading.
Sending everyone home had been a precaution. She didn't want anyone to see this if her worst fears came true. Not that there had even been that many people to send home. Classes were still cancelled with more than a few students having left the city altogether. Her normally bustling atelier was barely staffed these days. Just the desperate and determined, people nearing graduation who hoped association with a cape might be enough to see them through to another job.
That was the trick, really. Build a space where you could be comfortable, where you understood what was happening and could ensure that you were safe. That the right people were around you. Her atelier, her home, her class, they were all places like that. They had been threatened, shaken, but they had held. She had held.
She wasn't running off to Garment's employ. She wasn't using the cape as a shield from the Elite or a ticket to tangential success. The hooks were there, the traps that could see her put under Garment the same way junior students worked under her, but she wasn't taking the bait. No matter the power gap or the impression online, or the number of people who Garment brought into her employ, Parian would stand alone.
That was nice to read, so yes, please continue.=== Therapy ===
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Laborn."
If there was anything that was going to shock her out of the surreal situation, having someone call her that would do it. "Oh god no! Please, just Aisha."
"Of course. Aisha, then."
The man sitting across from her didn't look particularly noteworthy. But it wasn't like therapists had to look like they stepped off a film set. He set aside a thin folder on the table next to his chair, and she saw the small notepad and pencil waiting. He didn't go for it just yet.
"So..."
"Wondering where to start?"
"Yeah. I mean...." Aisha shrugged, suddenly feeling a lot like the thirteen year old she was in a chair that was just a touch too big for her. "Sorry. I wasn't sure what to expect from this."
Dr. Campbell smiled. "The expectation here, is that there are no expectations. Some people do respond better to goals and structure, but I find it best to let my patients set their own pace. There's no magical finish line that says 'you're better!' when you cross it."
"Therapy is forever, huh."
"I wouldn't say that, but trauma, or even ordinary stress, can persist for a long time if not properly addressed." Now he did search for the notepad and pencil, but didn't flip it open. "The first step, really is just getting to know each other. Becoming comfortable. Sharing your feelings and experiences is draining for just about anyone."
"Right." Aisha let her hands fall into her lap, suddenly thoughtful. "I think uh. So I know Joe set this up, so there's a bit of crossover here. I can guess he barely mentions anything specific, right?"
Dr. Campbell blinked at that, before glancing at the little gadget on his desk. Aisha clocked it the second she walked into the room, noting it as Aperion's work. Fortunately for the the doctor, folks not in the know probably wouldn't notice. Or couldn't.
"In some ways yes, he is very circumspect." Dr. Campbell temporized. "If you have concerns about what I'd relay back to him-"
"No! No nothing like that." Aisha raised her hands, making a helpless sort of shrug with her palms out. "I was going to say that Joe told me straight up that I could tell you anything I wanted. About him, the whole deal. Secret identities, trigger events, the whole thing."
"Ah." His brow furrowed at that. "I admit I did not get that impression from him, when he asked if I would meet with one of his friends."
The way Dr. Campbell said 'friends' set a warmth in Aisha that she had trouble placing, and it brought a smile to her face that he absolutely noticed. "I'm a bit more inner circle than that. I wanted to get a couple of things out of the way."
"Of course."
Aisha raised her hand again, this time showing off the simple band of gleaming metal that contained a stunningly compact and powerful computer, fabrication device and defensive shield. And more importantly- "Survey."
Dr. Campbell was about to ask when the watch beeped. "Yes, Aisha? Greetings, Dr. Campbell."
"... what."
"Watch is a communicator, and Survey listens in- I've given up on convincing her not to, but she won't interrupt unless its important."
"I have strict guidelines on private and privledged information that I will not divulge-"
"blah-blah Survey's gotta survey-" Aisha shot back with a grin. "We love you too-"
There was a muted sigh from the other end of the line, and Aisha could just imagine the look of exasperation on the other woman's head. "I will leave you to your session. I will be here if you wish to talk, Aisha."
There was a largely unnecessary beep signaling the end of the call, and Dr. Campbell smoothed out his tie, eyes wide. "That was... I suppose I should have remembered that Aperion debuted with his team recently, but that you can communicate with them directly..."
Aisha's grin grew just a bit wider, and she was savoring the moment to help before they got to the hard stuff. "Sure, Joe of course, Survey, Fleet, Proto Aima, Kataklyzien, The Matrix..."
Dr. Campbell nodded along, until he seemed to recognize something. Before he could voice the realization, Aisha struck. "And I'm Lethe- pleasure to meet you."
=== tbc ? ===
That makes sense- the main reason I included a tie was that Joe made him a tie clip. Not that you need a tie to wear said clip, but it seemed appropriate.That was nice to read, so yes, please continue.
Also, about Dr.Campbell's looks, I think it's confirmed, that he's based on Sean Maguire character from Good Will Hunting, so no tie, and he does look like a stereotypical therapist. The stereotype created by Robin Williams in said movie.
What I am truly looking forward to, is the Apeiron Mecha vs Endbringer Leviathan fight.
People are gonna shit themselves.
Oh yeah I just realized, did Joe already fix the problem with his duplicates not giving memories upon disappearance? Because I did a reread on old chapters and saw that he had a memory power just sitting in his arsenal.
Can I continue this? Please, please, pleaseeee?Dr. Campbell nodded along, until he seemed to recognize something. Before he could voice the realization, Aisha struck. "And I'm Lethe- pleasure to meet you."
Hm, just in case, I intend on writing a retrospective on Doctor Campbell's perspective on the hypothetical future where he's been helping Aisha deal with being the "normal" one in the Celestial Forge.I had some ideas of where to go from here. The only concern I'd have is if we both worked on it, and people had trouble figuring who did what.
Either way go ahead! I don't mind!
The next bit I was planning was Campbell getting a read on Aisha's character, of which her bold declaration gives him all the data points he needs.Hm, just in case, I intend on writing a retrospective on Doctor Campbell's perspective on the hypothetical future where he's been helping Aisha deal with being the "normal" one in the Celestial Forge.