Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)

That's supposed poisoning attempt on the goddess, it has me thinking about what's going on, up on Olympus. and now I can just see Zeus holding Dionysus back from trying to give ape iron his godhood, with Hades in the background questioning whether he should send ape iron or Hephaestus a commission for a new ring for Persephone, meanwhile the rest of the gods are getting drunk on ape irons liquor
 
That's supposed poisoning attempt on the goddess, it has me thinking about what's going on, up on Olympus. and now I can just see Zeus holding Dionysus back from trying to give ape iron his godhood, with Hades in the background questioning whether he should send ape iron or Hephaestus a commission for a new ring for Persephone, meanwhile the rest of the gods are getting drunk on ape irons liquor
The Annals of Apeiron; Champion of the Celestial Forge is probably just another show on Haephestus's Olympus TV thing, one that also happens to give you free liquor every once in a while.
Also, if you know anything about Dionysus, you know all of Olympus is partying, because Dionysus is basically the god of indulgence.
...The notion of other greek gods engaging in Dionysia is funny, I gotta say.
 
Back when I was a lot less powerful than I am not, but had still been able to accomplish more than I ever dreamed.
than I am now
"But of both." The second said
Bit of both
Now we had more options. Powers that didn't rely on any conventional mechanism. Nothing that could be detected. Effects that didn't even bother acknowledge the laws of physics as anything more than set dressing.
bother acknowledging the

What my duplicates had created was a remote assembly array. Kind of a combination of a bomb disposal robot, a factory assembly arm, and a robotic surgeon. A combination of precise manipulators, immaculate tools, and advanced detection systems, all built with the insane quality I was capable of. And then taken further, because we didn't work within the realm of what conventional possible anymore.
of what was conventionally
"It's the echo from speaking in multiple phases of reality." I said. "Nothing I can do about it, but I should help with the singing."

She nodded. "That I wasn't to see. Can't believe I missed it the last time."
but it should help.... That I wasn't there to see?
My duplicates picked up the song, carrying it as well as they could without direct access to the unseen. They refrain reinforced the effect, sealing the physical aspects of the spiritual process. An act of creation, of hope, light, and kindness, was bound and made manifest. Four shapes, a spindle, a girl, a suit, and a robot, existed simultaneously. Then the flickered, consolidated and suddenly were one.
Their refrain?
 
Oh boy, can't wait for Apeiron's next call with Weld!

"So my workshop can function as an afterlife now--"

"I'm sorry, whAT--?!"
I doubt he'd just let something so existentially terrifying/delusional sounding slip out by accident. He'd probably only bring it up to make people terrified of living forever in Shard Hell feel better, I would guess.
 
Oh boy, can't wait for Apeiron's next call with Weld!
Thanks for the inspo!

Meanwhile, Elsewhere in Brockton Bay...

"I'm sure... that this patrol of yours will work out, Gully."

"I hope you're right", a whisper came, barely louder than the constant hum of the new phone Weld had been issued. A heavy sigh started, only to be cut off a moment later. "It's my... These rules are so stupid."

Weld cleared his throat "There's nothing against us discussing official actions, Gully."

"Sorry. I'm still surprised you can get a-"

"Gully, please." Weld had struggled to expand his communication network again, after his last set of calls. He'd managed to have a patrol scheduled around the same time Gully and Manpower were acting, which had allowed him to get authorization to contact her, and by extension Facetime. The tinker had tipped him off to the fact that there was some sort of program listening in constantly, likely to report him to Piggot should he discuss anything he shouldn't. Fortunatley, the tinker was pretty sure it was only listening in for keywords, hence this workaround.

"Sorry. Sorry. I just... I feel like I'm living on a prayer... with all the work and all, that is. Feel like I'm barely getting any sleep."

Weld smiled at Gully's 'correction' "Yeah, I get that... But we're halfway there!"

A hiss-like snort crackled through the speaker.

Living on a Prayer... Weld couldn't count how many times he'd listened to the Bon Jovi song; both the Bet and Aleph variants. He was thinking moreso of the former, a lot more dynamic than the latter, sombre and slow, only to suddenly jump up into vigorous and ecstatic. He was somewhere there; in between the despair and the joy.

He'd been healed, and he was so much better than ever, but Apeiron had told him that the treatment was incomplete. He remained incomplete, just praying that a day would soon come when that would no longer be the case. Praying that Apeiron could finally fix him, once and for all.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, feeling the tension in his heart ease slightly. When his eyes opened, he knew he was looking at something far beyond him.

A vast expanse stood, like an island in a space-that-wasn't-space.

Before him marched an entity, a child with a body of metal, raised to be a soldier. They marched onward slowly, with discipline, weapon held high as they explored a bizarre mess of raised walls and coridoors amongst the wilderness.

Then suddenly, another metallic child-soldier appeared from around a corner, slightly older, but of the same nature. They fired their gun immediately, striking the first. The first locked up, before slowly looking down to where they were struck.

Weld would have continued to watch, only to feel a presence approaching the bizarre urban ruins; Fire and Fangs, a Warrior, a Hunter, a Predator.

He heard an odd 'meow' as he snapped out of whatever he was in.

He frowned. Is it racist to think of cats as predators?

"-eld? Weld? Do you copy?"
 
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I had an amusing image in my head of Taylor using her swarm as cover in a potential shootout, and noticing that instead of pulping any insects in its way, she starts noticing bugs that directly hit bullets, get reflected at 200mph and survive because her armor boost extends to everything that she can control. Soon Taylor could make bullet deflecting bug ramps to cover her allies by keeping track of each weapons position by landing insects on the weapons to track orientation, etc. Cool possibilities.

Something that I forgot to ask, does Lisa now suspect that Garment is involved somewhat with the forge, since Apeiron is covering the charity event for security, etc?

And on this chapter, would Tetra's new abilities allow for her to transform into a incredibly stylish jacket for Joe Duris, incredibly handsome tech, handyman and probable model for Glamourous, Mysterious Fashion Cape? It work raise Parian's bloodpressure, and probably lead to a massive burst of paranoia that ths whole show was a power play on her power play attempt, plus what could be viewed as a way to say "I Know Where You Sleep" by including the (unknowing) spark of her trigger event at the show.

After all, Apeiron isn't attending, but nobody said anything about Joe Duris. I would crack up if Lisa ends up going on Coils orders, dragging Taylor with her, Taylor sees Emma, Emma has Sophia with her, Taylor and Lisa see Joe and Garment clearly aquainted, Tetra's human form introduced as Joe's adopted sister or something, the whole group meets each other, we get that clusterfuck. Parian/Garment/Survey ends up with miscommunications and paranoid drama, than something else happens that we never saw coming that makes it even more chaotic.

Also, I have to give props to Lord, because if I thought I would be looking forward to an OC event hosted by an OC, an charity fashion event no less, for literal months, I would not believe myself.
 
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And on this chapter, would Tetra's new abilities allow for her to transform into a incredibly stylish jacket for Joe Duris, incredibly handsome tech, handyman and probable model for Glamourous, Mysterious Fashion Cape?

After all, Apeiron isn't attending, but nobody said anything about Joe Duris.

What would make this even more funny is that Joe has to purposefully make himself appear normal. But he could take an alias and for once let his perks free.

Like his beauty from Aphrodite and the bayonets perks and everything.

No one could ever recognize him too because not only would he physically be so different but his body language and mannerisms would be different too.
 
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What would make this even more funny is that Joe has to purposefully make himself appear normal. But he could take an Alia's and for once let his perks free.

Like his beauty from Aphrodite and the bayonets perks and everything.

No one could ever recognize him too because not only would he physically be so different but his body language and mannerisms would be different too.

Good thing there isn't anything like a copy of Joe with his abilities but completely unworried about the future consequences of their actions...
 
I had an amusing image in my head of Taylor using her swarm as cover in a potential shootout, and noticing that instead of pulping any insects in its way, she starts noticing bugs that directly hit bullets, get reflected at 200mph and survive because her armor boost extends to everything that she can control.
While canon Taylor doesn't actually do so AFAIK, she's fully capable of deflecting or stopping bullets by putting enough bug in their paths, such that each one aimed at a target she wants to protect has to pass though the equivalent of several feet of solid bee first.
 
While canon Taylor doesn't actually do so AFAIK, she's fully capable of deflecting or stopping bullets by putting enough bug in their paths, such that each one aimed at a target she wants to protect has to pass though the equivalent of several feet of solid bee first.
The Mythbusters did some research and determined that it would take more then a foot of solid muscle to stop a bullet. If Taylor wanted to stop some bullets she'd want to transport some sheets of silk at the bare minimum.
 
I'm afraid I'm going to have to announce a delay for the next chapter. Things are still hectic for me and I won't be able to complete the chapter for this week. I'm sorry for my inconsistent schedule recently, but things have come up that have needed to take precedence. I'm not sure when things will calm down, but I'm hoping for the best and looking forward to being able to fully focus on the story again. Until then there may be more disruptions in the schedule, but I will do my best to minimize them.
 
I'm afraid I'm going to have to announce a delay for the next chapter. Things are still hectic for me and I won't be able to complete the chapter for this week. I'm sorry for my inconsistent schedule recently, but things have come up that have needed to take precedence. I'm not sure when things will calm down, but I'm hoping for the best and looking forward to being able to fully focus on the story again. Until then there may be more disruptions in the schedule, but I will do my best to minimize them.

*headdesk*

...well, it can't be helped.
 
If I had to complain about anything it's that I never pay attention to an authors upload schedule and these notifications get my hopes up for a new chapter and clutter my inbox
 
I don't think you need to worry. You've got high speed (even with the delays), massive volume, and great quality. And even if there are occasional delays, you're still very regular. Wow.
 
You mean the almost consistent fortnightly updates?

Ever since COVID hit, time has been an illusion; we have no idea when anything happens or how regularly it happens the vast majority of the time. And yeah, that might just be us, but we're willing to bet at least some other people still have that problem.
 
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