I don't think the fandom-passenger has been able to get across the 'world-eater' aspect of the parasites yet, unfortunately. Possible horror at shardspace, but I don't know how you'd get across 'planet cracking' through pure emotive responses to stimuli.
Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
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I don't think the fandom-passenger has been able to get across the 'world-eater' aspect of the parasites yet, unfortunately. Possible horror at shardspace, but I don't know how you'd get across 'planet cracking' through pure emotive responses to stimuli.
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- Right Where I Am
I said they prefer to keep vial capes in play. They don't have any interest in Jack or the S9 as a team though.
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- Odessa
You forgot Uppercrust's, Faultline's and Alec's interludes.
If it will take 20 chapters to get there, that means at least 8000 points (80 rolls). By the time the Nine will get to BB, Apeiron will be able to glare the Nine into submission (perhaps literally, Sparks can do that to you) and the whole point of being discrete might end up out of the window. As Apeiron currently is, once he pulls off his 'erasure' plan there will be Apeiron cults popping up, add 80 rolls on top and rapid acquisition of perks while combating the nine... What's the point of being seen as a predictable force of nature when said force of nature is already on top of a populated city and every unpredictable parahuman intends on pocking it with a stick?
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Hrrm, that's true. Like I said I really doubt we would see a Black Barrel in this story but do we think hypothetically that it could work against them? It's doubtful that you could just pull something like the Black Barrel out on short notice especially since knowledge of it is and its abilities are rooted in the early, less well known aspects of Nasuverse but I believe that it could be possible solution if tricky to create, as the replica Black Barrel was created for Chaldea by the modern Atlas Institute.
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Hmm, well - I don't really see what could possibly go wrong now - it removes a bit of the suspense on what's going to happen though he may still want to work on conceptual defenses just to cover esoteric/unpredictable effects like Grey Boy, Khonsu, Citrine, Mama Mathers, or Scion's stilling beams.
What age is being accounted for in Burning Bright? Depending on how you count things, his body is newly forged, his mind has been through eternity and back. Every time he uses his Fate gadget he goes to another realm for years. Spiritron Computing means he can spend decades in moments. Do his duplicates count for luck siphoning purposes?
What age is being accounted for in Burning Bright? Depending on how you count things, his body is newly forged, his mind has been through eternity and back. Every time he uses his Fate gadget he goes to another realm for years. Spiritron Computing means he can spend decades in moments. Do his duplicates count for luck siphoning purposes?
SiegfriedisOP
Calamity Demon King of Time
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- He/Him
I'm not sure if I'm imaging this or not but I think there's a WOG that Black Barrel would only work if it hit Scion's true body. Honestly it's probably a WOG about some other 1-hit kill weapon.
Pick Up (AmberSlime)
Pick Up
Mr. Hebert: Hey, Joe?Joe: Mr. Hebert?
Mr. Hebert: Yeah, it's me. I finally got a cell phone. I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Joe: Sure thing. What do you need me to do?
Mr. Hebert: Could you pick up Taylor from school? I was supposed to do it today, I just don't think the streets are safe enough for her, but I've been unavoidably detained here at work.
Joe: Yeah, I can do that. What school does she go to?
Mr. Hebert: Winslow.
Joe: Roger, roger. I'll be there.
Mr. Hebert: Thanks, Joe. I appreciate it.
Joe: It's no issue, Mr. Hebert.
I had to admit to forgetting that I even had a Pinto. Look, I hadn't thought about it in a while, especially since it's been over a year since I last used it. From my perspective, at least. Spiritron training was going to make keeping track of time way more confusing...
Anyways, Mr. Hebert had asked me to pick up Professor Hebert's daugh-- Taylor, I mean Taylor, from her high school. So I had warped over to the gym, gave a quick hello to the people there, got in my car, and started on my way. As one might expect after... everything that's been going on these past two weeks, there was essentially zero traffic. Getting to Winslow was quick and easy.
As I pulled up to the school, I looked around for Taylor. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. I took a look at the time. The school would've let out... around about now, I thought? She was probably just held up or something. And so, I waited.
Just as I was getting ready to text Taylor, I saw her come out of the school, looking despondent. She was slouched over, her backpack looked all dirty-- were those bruises?
I swung open the door, stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and started powerwalking over to Taylor. Before I could even get a quarter of the way over to her, she suddenly jolted and looked up at me, a shocked expression on her face.
"J-Joe?!" She squawked. "What're you doing here?"
"Your father asked me to come pick you up; he got tied down at work." I replied as I finally reached Taylor. At this distance, I could see that her hair looked sticky and matted. Yep. Those were definitely bruises. "What happened to you?"
Taylor spluttered and stammered, shifting around as if she wanted to hide her entire body from my sight without being rude about it. "I-I, um... ah... i-i-i-i-it's-- no-nothing."
I stared at her flatly. Taylor gave me an annoyed, dare I say defiant look. "It's nothing you need to worry about," she repeated mulishly. "I can handle it. And I can take the bus, too-"
"The buses aren't working near here, remember? Because of the blackout zone?" Taylor's look turned slightly venomous. I heard the agitated buzzing of insects. Just as soon as the emotion came, it vanished.
"I... I'm all soggy. I don't want to get your seats all sticky."
"That's really not a problem, Taylor. I could make seats for this old thing in no time flat."
Taylor let out a resigned sigh and trundled towards the car.
Taylor supposed that this wasn't the worst-case scenario; her dad could've been the one to see her like this, after all. At the very least, Joe had managed to pull some towels out of... somewhere, so she wouldn't be ruining his car seats. Taylor sighed and looked out the window. Then she noticed that something was off.
"Hey, we just passed the turn that leads to my house."
"I know," Joe replied. Taylor whipped around to look at him. "I'm taking you to Garment's place. She'll get you set up with some new clothes."
He looked over at her, something approaching... parental concern in his expression. "And, once we're out of the public's eye, I can heal up those bruises you've been trying to hide from me."
Taylor was suddenly caught between relief and embarrassment. She felt her face get warm, even as some of her bruises ached. She looked at Joe out of the corner of her eye, hoping he wouldn't--
"Do you want to tell me just what happened?" Aw, fuck, he asked.
They had cut her off and held her down. She may have been able to avoid them, but apparently, she could still be caught off guard. Especially if they got a lot of people in on chasing after her. "I... I don't want to talk about it."
"Alright then."
"I said I don't-- what?" Taylor looked at Joe again. His eyes were on the road.
"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you." The car pulled onto the side of a really nice-looking boutique. "We're here, anyways. Let's get you situated." Joe unbuckled his seatbelt and swung open the door. Taylor did so as well. Before she could even take a few steps, her bugs saw and felt the boutique's door open. Turning around, she saw clothes moving on their own, bustling towards her. She could barely get a word in edgewise before she was promptly escorted indoors by a very insistent summer gown and hat.
"Woah. You look beat up." Taylor looked towards the new voice and found a young girl standing nearby. She was dressed quite smartly. Although, Taylor could really do without the smart-ass grin, especially since this was the fifth entire outfit that Garment had had her try on.
"I'm fairly certain that's because she was beaten up, Aisha." Joe replied. "Garment, if you could bring Taylor into the backroom so I could heal her?" Suddenly, the clothing-woman shifted gears completely and started pulling Taylor deeper into the boutique. Once she had been healed by Joe's weird neon line-thingies, Garment had gone right back to fussing over her clothing.
The girl -Aisha, apparently- had the gall to chuckle. "Aw, don't worry, it was way worse for me." Aisha looked to the side, pouting. "She put my outfit in the incinerator, she hated it that much."
Taylor blanched. She dearly hoped Garment wouldn't incinerate her hoodie - she liked that hoodie.
"By the way, have you been wearing those clothes Garment made for you?" Aisha asked. "The ones Joe used as cover for your armor?"
"U-Um... no, not really, they--" Taylor was suddenly seized by the collar. She bent backward as Garment loomed over her. "What-- hey! Let me go!" Taylor slapped at Garment as much as she could, but the woman was relentless. Article after article of clothing materialized out of thin air as Garment pulled her deeper and deeper into the boutique. "J-Joe! Joe! Help me!"
"Just let her fuss over you, Taylor. I swear, she won't hurt you."
"JOE!!"
"Joe: Somebody or somebodies apparently dumped soda and juice all over Taylor, so I'm taking her to a friend to get her some new clothes. It might be a bit of a delay until we get back." Danny read the text and bit his lip; looking at the clock showed it hadn't even been a minute since he last looked at this text. Maybe he should find something to distract himself.
Just then, a knock came at the door. Danny practically flung himself over there, pulling open the door and--
What in God's name was his daughter wearing?
"Hi, dad, I'm back, could I come in, please?" Taylor asked, in her "I am very embarrassed please pretend I do not exist" voice. Danny obligingly stepped out of the way and Taylor made to head up the stairs... only for the bow around her waist to suddenly tighten, prompting her to squeak.
"I am... terribly sorry, Mr. Hebert," said Joe, who invited himself in alongside Garment, from that gym event-- hold on a moment.
Danny blinked and rubbed his eyes. Yep, that was definitely Garment standing beside Joe right now.
"A-About?"
"Apparently, Garment took umbradge with the fact that Taylor did not wear the clothes Garment had made for her, and has now decided to use Taylor as a model for some more... esoteric fashions."
Danny looked back up at a red-faced Taylor and then craned back to face Joe. "Joe, my daughter looks like a giant pink cupcake made out of gift wrap."
Joe merely leveled a flat expression at the empty-yet-filled dressing gown. Or whatever that was. It was some kind of gown. Garment pulled Taylor back down the stairs, and dragged her into the kitchen.
Danny sighed. "So what's this about some hellions dumping juice and soda onto my daughter?" Just focus on the thing you might be able to fix, Danny. Just focus on that. You can rescue your daughter from the clothing-woman later.
The End.
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- Brazil, Minas gerais
A part of my brain decide to comment that not only 'Dies Irae' seems appropriate (in the point of view of the nine). AND Joe has more than one power were singing has power. So it could be a divine version equivalent of Dies Irae 
The fight with the nine is livestreamed onto the Boundless Music channel, with Apeiron and his duplicates belting out a rendition of Dies Irae during the entire brawl.A part of my brain decide to comment that not only 'Dies Irae' seems appropriate (in the point of view of the nine). AND Joe has more than one power were singing has power. So it could be a divine version equivalent of Dies Irae
And before the S9 arrive, Joe needs to upgrade his cranial implant.
If he doesn't, Shatterbird's scream will cause the silica in his cranial implant to explode, shredding his brain with jagged pieces of metal, glass, and ceramic.
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I think he did that already.
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- Mt. Holly, North Carolina
The original Black Barrel was made by Atlas, but they lost the method after sealing it away. The one you get in FGO is reverse engineered from the original and is hilariously less dangerous than the anti-existence shotgun. Keep in mind, Ea is only anti-world.
Anyway, Joe hasn't been reminded barbarian chic exists in a while, so I guess he is hoping Garment forgot it. She hasn't of course, just left it on the back burner.
ImperatorV
The Laughing One
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- The Voyaging Realm
Also Chaldea was only able to make the replica Black Barrel by using pieces of a dead god, and by optimizing the replica to specifically hit one class of being (Greek machine gods). IIRC it wouldn't work on anything else, although I'm only up on NA FGO lore so maybe they manage to upgrade it later IDK.
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1.he already did that with ragnicite or whatever it's called
2.its fiat backed so it wouldn't work anyway according to wog. (I think it counts as Manton limited
<AGREEMENT> (Ziggrrauglurr)
BarbaCoPut
Voluta indomita
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- Argentina
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- He/His
<AGREEMENT>
Wednesday, April 6th. Night
A lone guy lies in his bedding, in an imposible place, trying to communicate with a strange benefactor.
- Ok, so the source of powers are giant aliens supercomputers connected to people brains?
<AGREEMENT>
- Why do they do it?
<COMPLEX CONFUSION><FEELINGS OF SELFAGGRANDIZING><SELFINTEREST>
- Mmm. ok.. so they gain... something from us?
<AGREEMENT>
- Is it dangerous for us?
<STRONG AGREEMENT><SENSE OF DOOM>
He rises up from the bedding - Now?! Immediate danger?
<NEGATIVE>
- So in the future?
<AGREEMENT>
While trying to make himself comfortable again. - Close?
<AGREEMENT>
- How bad is it?
<SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM>
An ugly grimace settles on his face. - Countrywide?
<SENSE OF BEING SMALL><STRONGER SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM>
His face goes slack. - Worldwide?
<SENSE OF BEING SMALL><SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM><TERRIBLE FEELING OF PAIN AND SORROW>
Now shock is evident on his features. - Larger? Galactic?
<NEGATIVE>
Which now morphs to slight disorientation. - Ok. that switch from DOOM to short answer was strange... Ok... let me think, larger than Worldwide but not Galactic... But... The Starsystem wouldn't be important, unless... there were other people living in another planet?
<VAGUE AGREEMENT>
- So... other aliens live in our star system?
<NEGATIVE>
- ... So Where are there other people living in another planet, that's not beyond our star system.... but is... Wait? Earth Aleph?
<EXITED AGREEMENT>
- So, both our planets are in danger?
<NEGATIVE><VAGUE AGREEMENT><FRUSTRATION><SENSE OF SCALE><SENSE OF BEING SMALL>
-... larger?
<AGREEMENT>
-... Wait... more dimensions?
<AGREEMENT><AGREEMENT><AGREEMENT>
- Lot of other dimensions? suddenly sweating
<AGREEMENT>
- How many? A hundred?
...
- More?
<AGREEMENT>
- A thousand?
...
More sweating... - A million?
...
- What? Is the entire human race, anywhere in the univ... multi...multiverse? at stake?
<AGREEMENT>
- I'm.... I'm gonna need a moment....
<AGREEMENT. SENSE OF SUPPORT>
- And you want me to stop that?
<AGREEMENT>
- And you think I can?
<SENSE OF CONFIDENT SUPPORT IN A CLOSE FRIEND>
- Ok... Ok... I will do it. We will do it.
<AGREEMENT>
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- Right Where I Am
He took care of that quite awhile ago. Back in Chapter 38. Over a year and a half ago in real world time.
Yeah, I think the recent thing with Joe's implant upgrades is that Joe hasn't upgraded his implant since chapter 38. He did a small upgrade back when he became a theotech cyborg, but thats about it.
BarbaCoPut
Voluta indomita
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- Argentina
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- He/His
With the year in accelerated time, Joe has now subjectively lived half the time we have lived since the start of the story. We passed the 2 years mark a month ago, and he has lived a little more than a year and half a month if you add the weeks since April 8th...
So to anyone that complains that the story moves slowly we can say that for every 2 real days, the characters have experienced a subjective day....
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- Malaysia
As someone who said earlier many weeks ago.
For us reader it is slow
For Brockton it has been less than a month and they want to get out of the Mr bones Wild Ride.
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- Philippines
He did that loooong ago. Like before the Matrix was even fully sentient, since it was essentially the first major project Joe used them for.
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- US
Normally accelerated mental time probably wouldn't count, but a big deal has been made about how spiritron simulations and proxies are metaphysically 'real' in a way that other virtual spaces aren't. So it should work.
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Gregory Crey
Magic is of wonder and terror. Life is so magical.
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- United States
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- He/Him/His
You know, since Joe is a Fate Servant with 10x more luck than normal, I wonder if that multiplier is applied to the Luck/Fortune of Burning Bright (never saw Binbougami Ga! myself, but I assume it compatible) or if it is added to the Fortune. Also, if Fortune Energy doesn't already have this property, would it have Fate Luck's ability to defy fate, similar as to when two mana pools merge allowing different magic types to work with each other i.e. his familiar's ability sense Strike Witch's magic can be used on any magic.
Being a Heroic Spirit might also do funky things with the age requirements for how much Fortune he can use. Mystic Forge is timeless, so that isn't what I mean, rather, the fact he is a legend formed of Crafters throughout history is the point of my consideration.
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- Wisconsin
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- He/Him
Besides his metaphysical age, if it works off of his physical body then what will it be like when he gets the Cybertronian Forge perk and his Transformers body with it? In setting even young Cybertronians measure their age in millenia with Ratchet, one of the oldest Autobots alive at the time, being over 4 million years old.
Here's a quote from the Transformers Wiki. Transformer - Transformers Wiki
"As mechanical beings, most Cybertronians are an incredibly long-lived, and even "young" Transformers may be older than any living thing on planet Earth. Though the specifics may vary, Transformers measure time in terms of millions of years and generally exist on a fundamentally different timescale than humanity—the precise age of Transformer civilization differs from one continuity to the next, from IDW's twelve million years to Animated's claim of "over ten billion years"—but across all of these continuities it's made clear that Cybertronians are not bound to the fleeting lifespans of short-lived organic beings; their histories, empires, and wars playing out over a period of geological epochs."