- Location
- Illinoise
- Pronouns
- He/Him
@LordRoustabout, Do interludes count towards his power's charge?
Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
- Thread starter LordRoustabout
- Start date
Now I also want to see how everyone else reacts to the very unexpected competency and badassness of the BB Wards.
I mean, according to Wildbow BB Wards are already considered more "hardcore" than the other State Wards in what they do. This is repeated in this story with Vicky remembering on Clcokblocker casually joking after fending off Lung (Fletchette had a more natural reation to that in Dennis' interlude) but it shows how varying the difference in complete usage of ability between those Wards outside of BB.
CB doing Flash Steps with Vista to timelock against Oni Lee previously, Wards being at ease in fighting multiple groups of deadly people, casually blocking a Black Hole bomb with good and synergestic use of powers, defeating an entire group of people with Tinker tech weapons in five seconds flat with on point teamwork and leadership with Clock. Me thinks it's not just March and Uber & Leet getting attention in unexpected badassery/competence
- Location
- Seattle, WA
Does Synchronicity Event buff psychic powers from non-FEAR stuff? I can't think of any powers that Joe has that are obviously "psychic" but given the wide range of powers he has I feel like there's probably something.
- Pronouns
- He, his, him, they
At this point, we would need a threadmarked Informational post to stop people from asking questions like these, even if they ARE valid. People just keep asking the same question.
The answer to this question and any following variations thereof: Interludes that do not include progress on the story front and is simply a different perspective on the same event DO NOT COUNT TOWARDS THE CHARGE. However, interludes that advance the story instead of just offering another person's thoughts on the event/scene DO COUNT TOWARDS THE CHARGE.
@LordRoustabout , feel free to correct me on this.
Edit: If any y'all see another question like this, just ignore them or refer them to this post. Seriously, does no one backread?
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Wip Wounded Apeiron (Fables)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"The cape had revised his costume again, now sporting a hood on his long coat and gleaming lenses on his visor. The costume now had a striking, almost military cut, with sharp angles and heavy, intimidating boots. The armor plates that peppered the outfit were also updated, showing more elaborate designs and technical workings"
Just some wip fanart baking coming through. Does anyone have an updated description of Apeiron's costume? I am trying to find a good one atm.
this is the latest description of his costume we have been given.
Apeiron's Costume (Cosmic)
Cosmic
Novel Addict
- Location
- Library Nexus
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Apeiron Costume V1:
During the Amy interlude:
The man was tall but not particularly muscular. He had broad shoulders that were amplified by his long wool coat. Engraved metal panels decorated the coat, gloves, and parts of the rest of the costume. His left wrist had an elaborate and heavy bracer clasped to it that rested over the sleeve of his coat. He wore belts of pouches around his waist and a bandoleer across his chest. His mask was a well-made and stylish steel visor, but the rest of his head and face were covered by tied bandannas. That combination should have looked sloppy, but the whole design came together with a level of style and elegance she rarely saw even in Protectorate capes.
Very beginning costume during Introduction and Preparation:
I slipped into an alley that branched off from the meeting place and got into the minimal version of my costume. A bandanna around my head and another over my face, then my mask/visor on top of that. I slipped on my coat and closed it up to cover as much of my t-shirt and jeans as I could. Then I snapped my bracer onto my left wrist and felt the surge of durability. I was still wearing a shin guard as a reserve defensive item, but the security from the heavy steel was massively reassuring. I hadn't brought my baton as concealing that length of steel would be difficult.
On his first coat:
I indulged on a longer coat, something with plenty of pockets for reserve storage without being heavy enough to be unbearable once warmer weather sets in. I'd need some kind of head covering and was determined not to start with a hoodie as my only concealment. Hats and helmets could work, but they got expensive and I'd already made a major expenditure with my coat. Instead I picked up a couple of large bandanas that would do the job. Normally that kind of thing would look worse than a hoodie, but I trusted my design ability to pull it together.
I'd added a few metal details to my coat as well. Not enough to weigh myself down, just enough to communicate that I was in costume. For some reason the skills from Black Thumb really liked the look of shiny metal, particularly chrome. I'd done the best with what I had in my metal workshop and found a balance. Enough metal to create a distinct look, but not enough to turn me into the walking hood ornament Black Thumb would have wanted.
On his mask:
That was why I had a mask now. In my own opinion it was actually a pretty great mask. It contoured to my face perfectly and matched the vaguely sleek and streamlined theme I had managed with my bracer. The entire thing sat close enough that my vision wasn't significantly affected and when combined with one bandana tied over my head and another across my nose and mouth it gave me a striking appearance. It was kind of like a modern take on a knight's visor, though the protection aspect was less important than the ability to conceal my identity.
On the shin guard/kneepad:
In the end the best I was able to find were a pair of soccer shin guards. They weren't that tough, but I should be able to wear one without attracting attention. I could probably copy the design and make something out of steel when I had a chance, which would give me better protection, close to what I got from my bracer, without attracting attention.
I headed out while wearing a shin guard under my jeans, but that only provided minimal protection.
On the bracer:
It consisted of a steel wrist bracer that hinged and clasped around my left forearm. The whole affair had involved some less than perfect shaping and welding, meaning the seams were raised and lumpy and the fit was uncomfortable.
That was not important in the face of its effects. I had made the bracer out of the thickest, toughest steel I had in stock. Despite only covering half of my forearm it was noticeably heavy. I would have to replace it with something more ergonomic once I had a chance to refine things. The point was that now my entire body and everything I was wearing had the same level of reliance as the half-inch steel plate that made up the bracer.
I thought back to the bracer currently resting in my workshop. The bulky hinge, the crude weld lines, the ill-fitting bend of the material. My mind was suddenly filled with a thousand ways I could have done that better.
The man was tall but not particularly muscular. He had broad shoulders that were amplified by his long wool coat. Engraved metal panels decorated the coat, gloves, and parts of the rest of the costume. His left wrist had an elaborate and heavy bracer clasped to it that rested over the sleeve of his coat. He wore belts of pouches around his waist and a bandoleer across his chest. His mask was a well-made and stylish steel visor, but the rest of his head and face were covered by tied bandannas. That combination should have looked sloppy, but the whole design came together with a level of style and elegance she rarely saw even in Protectorate capes.
Very beginning costume during Introduction and Preparation:
I slipped into an alley that branched off from the meeting place and got into the minimal version of my costume. A bandanna around my head and another over my face, then my mask/visor on top of that. I slipped on my coat and closed it up to cover as much of my t-shirt and jeans as I could. Then I snapped my bracer onto my left wrist and felt the surge of durability. I was still wearing a shin guard as a reserve defensive item, but the security from the heavy steel was massively reassuring. I hadn't brought my baton as concealing that length of steel would be difficult.
On his first coat:
I indulged on a longer coat, something with plenty of pockets for reserve storage without being heavy enough to be unbearable once warmer weather sets in. I'd need some kind of head covering and was determined not to start with a hoodie as my only concealment. Hats and helmets could work, but they got expensive and I'd already made a major expenditure with my coat. Instead I picked up a couple of large bandanas that would do the job. Normally that kind of thing would look worse than a hoodie, but I trusted my design ability to pull it together.
I'd added a few metal details to my coat as well. Not enough to weigh myself down, just enough to communicate that I was in costume. For some reason the skills from Black Thumb really liked the look of shiny metal, particularly chrome. I'd done the best with what I had in my metal workshop and found a balance. Enough metal to create a distinct look, but not enough to turn me into the walking hood ornament Black Thumb would have wanted.
On his mask:
That was why I had a mask now. In my own opinion it was actually a pretty great mask. It contoured to my face perfectly and matched the vaguely sleek and streamlined theme I had managed with my bracer. The entire thing sat close enough that my vision wasn't significantly affected and when combined with one bandana tied over my head and another across my nose and mouth it gave me a striking appearance. It was kind of like a modern take on a knight's visor, though the protection aspect was less important than the ability to conceal my identity.
On the shin guard/kneepad:
In the end the best I was able to find were a pair of soccer shin guards. They weren't that tough, but I should be able to wear one without attracting attention. I could probably copy the design and make something out of steel when I had a chance, which would give me better protection, close to what I got from my bracer, without attracting attention.
I headed out while wearing a shin guard under my jeans, but that only provided minimal protection.
On the bracer:
It consisted of a steel wrist bracer that hinged and clasped around my left forearm. The whole affair had involved some less than perfect shaping and welding, meaning the seams were raised and lumpy and the fit was uncomfortable.
That was not important in the face of its effects. I had made the bracer out of the thickest, toughest steel I had in stock. Despite only covering half of my forearm it was noticeably heavy. I would have to replace it with something more ergonomic once I had a chance to refine things. The point was that now my entire body and everything I was wearing had the same level of reliance as the half-inch steel plate that made up the bracer.
I thought back to the bracer currently resting in my workshop. The bulky hinge, the crude weld lines, the ill-fitting bend of the material. My mind was suddenly filled with a thousand ways I could have done that better.
Apeiron Costome V2:
During the Dennis Interlude:
He wore a long coat fluttering in the wind and momentum of his entry before settling. The material was somehow both deep black and able to catch the light just enough to highlight motion and shape. He wore a cowl on his head, a far cry from the reported bandanas, but still had that steel visor. The same material was peppered across his costume, highlighting shape, contour, and equipment. Not the chunky plates that had been reported as a possible Empire connection. His torso was looped with belts and bandoliers of small pouches. The color scheme was simple but dramatic, black, grey and white.
From the PHO section of the Alec Addendum:
Arm mounted holographic interface (Possible source of electrical and thermal discharge, unconfirmed, display and coordination device for drones)
Unknown mechanical system (mechanical gloves or sheathing visible when costume was damaged. Possible source of electrical and thermal discharge, unconfirmed)
Side Arm with integrated energy blade, name pending (advanced pistol[...])
Pouch Items [...]
From PHO Preamble of Consensus:
►The EDG
Replied On Apr 18th 2011:
We saw he wears that mechanical framework on his arms, from when Uber ripped his jacket in the first fight. That could be some crafting assist, program in blueprints and it takes your hands through the motions super-fast. Could probably help with combat too.
From Consensus:
I pulled off my facemask, cowl, and visor and set them on the table before looking at Aisha.
From Crescendo:
For some reason, despite clearly taking every step to speed up the process, Garment had taken the time to change her outfit. Instead of the color shifting evening dress she was wearing the wrap dress I had helped her make. Whatever the reason for the decision it didn't seem to have meaningfully slowed her down and I didn't have time to consider it as I pulled on my micromanipulators.
Garment raised her hands and I pressed my palms into hers, allowing her gloves to fold over mine. My senses expanded as the life fibers rapidly spun off from the spool and wove themselves a fraction of an inch above my skin, immediately followed by the rest of my costume.
My duplicates sprinted up to us with the rest of my equipment and began loading it without even being asked. Armor plates with built in defensive systems. Advanced scanners built in or hybridized to my visor. My full loadout of weaponry including upgraded sidearm and the collapsed form of the aura focusing variable weapon.
I stood there like something between a lord being dressed for court and a racecar with a very enthusiastic pit crew. My duplicate's hands blurred with the benefits of speed powers as the final adjustments were made. My motoroid transitioned to robot mode and opened its armor compartment.
For a reason I couldn't comprehend Garment's dress was hanging in the air in front of me rather than folding itself up or finding a hangar. I finally understood the reason once the final piece of equipment was in place.
The outfit released a set of ties and the wrap dress unwrapped itself. The shimmering gray fabric flowed out and attached itself to my collar, billowing around me like a massive living cape. As soon as it secured itself the already tough material was instantly strengthened to the combined durability of every piece of armor on my body. A flexible and lightning fast barrier that was as strong as any defense.
It seemed Garment wasn't going to let me go into this alone.
From Preamble:
Some were classic designs incorporating new materials. One particularly unusual one was a wrap dress with a highly complex cut made of some of the most resilient hyper fabrics the upgraded workshop could produce.
From the PHO Addendum from Search and Rescue:
►Blue Hatter
Replied On Apr 17th 2011:
So we're just assuming that a complete body restoration system can be stored with a plain leather glove? Or was some of his other gear pulling double or quadruple duty?
WoG on Discord:
In terms of Joe's costume, the other day I realized I had basically written him as Snake Eyes in a great coat. Not the worst look possible, but I'm not sure how the design ended up trending that way.
From WoG from PM:
There was enough of his skin visible (Around eyes, some at back of neck) for people to assume he could be Empire affiliated. You can kind of put together his family's background from his sister's name and his full name.
From Recuperation:
I prayed for that to be the case when I saw her approaching with another sketch. Fortunately it was more conventional, largely in line with her earlier design, but with white paneling added to compliment the gloves. Her gloves. It was weird to think we could end up working together like that.
He wore a long coat fluttering in the wind and momentum of his entry before settling. The material was somehow both deep black and able to catch the light just enough to highlight motion and shape. He wore a cowl on his head, a far cry from the reported bandanas, but still had that steel visor. The same material was peppered across his costume, highlighting shape, contour, and equipment. Not the chunky plates that had been reported as a possible Empire connection. His torso was looped with belts and bandoliers of small pouches. The color scheme was simple but dramatic, black, grey and white.
From the PHO section of the Alec Addendum:
Arm mounted holographic interface (Possible source of electrical and thermal discharge, unconfirmed, display and coordination device for drones)
Unknown mechanical system (mechanical gloves or sheathing visible when costume was damaged. Possible source of electrical and thermal discharge, unconfirmed)
Side Arm with integrated energy blade, name pending (advanced pistol[...])
Pouch Items [...]
From PHO Preamble of Consensus:
►The EDG
Replied On Apr 18th 2011:
We saw he wears that mechanical framework on his arms, from when Uber ripped his jacket in the first fight. That could be some crafting assist, program in blueprints and it takes your hands through the motions super-fast. Could probably help with combat too.
From Consensus:
I pulled off my facemask, cowl, and visor and set them on the table before looking at Aisha.
From Crescendo:
For some reason, despite clearly taking every step to speed up the process, Garment had taken the time to change her outfit. Instead of the color shifting evening dress she was wearing the wrap dress I had helped her make. Whatever the reason for the decision it didn't seem to have meaningfully slowed her down and I didn't have time to consider it as I pulled on my micromanipulators.
Garment raised her hands and I pressed my palms into hers, allowing her gloves to fold over mine. My senses expanded as the life fibers rapidly spun off from the spool and wove themselves a fraction of an inch above my skin, immediately followed by the rest of my costume.
My duplicates sprinted up to us with the rest of my equipment and began loading it without even being asked. Armor plates with built in defensive systems. Advanced scanners built in or hybridized to my visor. My full loadout of weaponry including upgraded sidearm and the collapsed form of the aura focusing variable weapon.
I stood there like something between a lord being dressed for court and a racecar with a very enthusiastic pit crew. My duplicate's hands blurred with the benefits of speed powers as the final adjustments were made. My motoroid transitioned to robot mode and opened its armor compartment.
For a reason I couldn't comprehend Garment's dress was hanging in the air in front of me rather than folding itself up or finding a hangar. I finally understood the reason once the final piece of equipment was in place.
The outfit released a set of ties and the wrap dress unwrapped itself. The shimmering gray fabric flowed out and attached itself to my collar, billowing around me like a massive living cape. As soon as it secured itself the already tough material was instantly strengthened to the combined durability of every piece of armor on my body. A flexible and lightning fast barrier that was as strong as any defense.
It seemed Garment wasn't going to let me go into this alone.
From Preamble:
Some were classic designs incorporating new materials. One particularly unusual one was a wrap dress with a highly complex cut made of some of the most resilient hyper fabrics the upgraded workshop could produce.
From the PHO Addendum from Search and Rescue:
►Blue Hatter
Replied On Apr 17th 2011:
So we're just assuming that a complete body restoration system can be stored with a plain leather glove? Or was some of his other gear pulling double or quadruple duty?
WoG on Discord:
In terms of Joe's costume, the other day I realized I had basically written him as Snake Eyes in a great coat. Not the worst look possible, but I'm not sure how the design ended up trending that way.
From WoG from PM:
There was enough of his skin visible (Around eyes, some at back of neck) for people to assume he could be Empire affiliated. You can kind of put together his family's background from his sister's name and his full name.
From Recuperation:
I prayed for that to be the case when I saw her approaching with another sketch. Fortunately it was more conventional, largely in line with her earlier design, but with white paneling added to compliment the gloves. Her gloves. It was weird to think we could end up working together like that.
Apeiron Costume V3:
WoG from AO3:
Apeiron used to look like if Snake Eyes from G.I.Joe was wearing a greatcoat. The new costume is more aggressively designed and includes something of a Doctor Doom hood.
Previously the cowl was sight fitting and the vizor was a series of horizontal steel pieces. The new cowl is a bit looser, a hood effect for creating a more dynamic silhouette. The visor has been upgraded with scanning tech so has less of a solid steel appearance since the sensors have been worked into the design.
WoG in reaction to Fable's fanart:
Full disclosure, my reaction to seeing that armor was basically "What the hell is Joe gearing up to fight?". The thing is, Joe limits himself to a handful or armor plates because he only needs one piece to gain the full defensive benefits. Each extra piece proviedes defense against a different kind of threat like heat, pressure, impacts, piercing damage, radiation, and so on. The more pieces the more kinds of things he is protected against. Seeing that much armor all I could think was 'Okay, Joe has an apocalypses suit. Is he fighting the entire worm universe for some reason?".
Great job and thanks for sharing your work.
From the Tammi Preamble:
Damsel looked back at the flatscreen, fortuitously showing a clip from Apeiron's call with Bakuda and March. That new costume, dramatically lit by just the right angle of sunlight, perfectly framed by a billowing cloak, and perfectly tailored to his muscular frame had a near physical presence that could be felt through the broadcast.
During the Victoria Interlude:
On the other screen was Apeiron. Once again, he had updated his costume. The visor was now clearly tinker tech in place of its former metal slats. It complimented a looser hood on the cowl that widened his silhouette, which was framed dramatically against the late afternoon sky. The cut of the rest of his costume had been revised, now sharper in a way that forcibly dragged the eye along the contours created by the seams and the pose of his body. Brilliant white gloves created a sharp contrast with the darker hues of his outfit, and paired with a billowing white cape.
During Drag Out:
The cape had revised his costume again, now sporting a hood on his long coat and gleaming lenses on his visor. The costume now had a striking, almost military cut, with sharp angles and heavy, intimidating boots. The armor plates that peppered the outfit were also updated, showing more elaborate designs and technical workings.
Instead of entering the room the man lifted a hand to his visor and shook his head before reaching for one of the pouches dotting his costume.
During Set Up:
Which meant a full loadout, and the staggering understanding of just how excessive a full loadout actually was. Life fibers as a base, then my renewed costume and divine stomping boots. Add in micromanipulators and newly rebuilt equipment, including ragnite power sources and divine crafting. Technosorcery empowered omni-tool on my wrist. Pistol at my side, and numerous other pieces of equipment in my subspace pocket. Finally, Garment's gloves flowing over my hand and her new dress unfurling into a glorious white cape with my symbol on the back, crafted in Masterful dust weaving.
During Build Up:
The costume redesign was a little edgier than I would have preferred, but to be honest I was the kind of person to embrace hiding in a corner over putting myself forward.
The final step was Garment's insistence of including Dust weaving, which was also the first act of collaboration we had taken in that art. Garment was a masterful and creative Dust weaver and could form incredibly complex effects bound to patterns that were both beautiful and precisely formed.
The final result was a costume and dress that positively radiated menace and power. Even without the effects of Putting On The Reich the sheer amount of destructive force contained within them was staggering. It was like a battleship bound in cloth, like Garment's entire arsenal wardrobe had been distilled into a pair of outfits. Perhaps the two most powerful items on the planet, sitting innocently on hangers in a workspace mostly used for Youtube streams with only the immortal lettering of the fey hinting at the true power contained within them.
Short Note and Summary:
Joe has Fashion so he's light on the body armor and his costume is more fabric, however, there's still a few armor pieces here and there (at least 5 according to the debut of barbarian chic) like the knee/shin guards and bracers. There's also stuff like the omni-tool and micromaniplators. He also has the bandolier, some pouches on him, and has a high tech pistol on his side.
So basically it's a sleeker Snake Eyes with a long/great coat that has a Doctor Doom hood. The costume is black, white, and grey. There's a facemask, cowl, and a high tech visor that has gleaming lenses. There's also a bright white cape with his symbol on it made out of dust weave, unusually white gloves (Garment), sleek armored boots with some spikes, and a black armband with his symbol on it in celestial bronze. All around intimating, beautiful, edgy, stylish, and powerful. His costume also has dust weave. We know he uses ice, wind, and gravity a lot so maybe some blues and purple. Plus, there's definitely other dust there too so some other colors. However, the weave is probably pretty well integrated especially into the stitches and so likely doesn't stand out. It likely goes unnoticed or is probably hardly visible unless activated.
Apeiron used to look like if Snake Eyes from G.I.Joe was wearing a greatcoat. The new costume is more aggressively designed and includes something of a Doctor Doom hood.
Previously the cowl was sight fitting and the vizor was a series of horizontal steel pieces. The new cowl is a bit looser, a hood effect for creating a more dynamic silhouette. The visor has been upgraded with scanning tech so has less of a solid steel appearance since the sensors have been worked into the design.
WoG in reaction to Fable's fanart:
Full disclosure, my reaction to seeing that armor was basically "What the hell is Joe gearing up to fight?". The thing is, Joe limits himself to a handful or armor plates because he only needs one piece to gain the full defensive benefits. Each extra piece proviedes defense against a different kind of threat like heat, pressure, impacts, piercing damage, radiation, and so on. The more pieces the more kinds of things he is protected against. Seeing that much armor all I could think was 'Okay, Joe has an apocalypses suit. Is he fighting the entire worm universe for some reason?".
Great job and thanks for sharing your work.
From the Tammi Preamble:
Damsel looked back at the flatscreen, fortuitously showing a clip from Apeiron's call with Bakuda and March. That new costume, dramatically lit by just the right angle of sunlight, perfectly framed by a billowing cloak, and perfectly tailored to his muscular frame had a near physical presence that could be felt through the broadcast.
During the Victoria Interlude:
On the other screen was Apeiron. Once again, he had updated his costume. The visor was now clearly tinker tech in place of its former metal slats. It complimented a looser hood on the cowl that widened his silhouette, which was framed dramatically against the late afternoon sky. The cut of the rest of his costume had been revised, now sharper in a way that forcibly dragged the eye along the contours created by the seams and the pose of his body. Brilliant white gloves created a sharp contrast with the darker hues of his outfit, and paired with a billowing white cape.
During Drag Out:
The cape had revised his costume again, now sporting a hood on his long coat and gleaming lenses on his visor. The costume now had a striking, almost military cut, with sharp angles and heavy, intimidating boots. The armor plates that peppered the outfit were also updated, showing more elaborate designs and technical workings.
Instead of entering the room the man lifted a hand to his visor and shook his head before reaching for one of the pouches dotting his costume.
During Set Up:
Which meant a full loadout, and the staggering understanding of just how excessive a full loadout actually was. Life fibers as a base, then my renewed costume and divine stomping boots. Add in micromanipulators and newly rebuilt equipment, including ragnite power sources and divine crafting. Technosorcery empowered omni-tool on my wrist. Pistol at my side, and numerous other pieces of equipment in my subspace pocket. Finally, Garment's gloves flowing over my hand and her new dress unfurling into a glorious white cape with my symbol on the back, crafted in Masterful dust weaving.
During Build Up:
The costume redesign was a little edgier than I would have preferred, but to be honest I was the kind of person to embrace hiding in a corner over putting myself forward.
The final step was Garment's insistence of including Dust weaving, which was also the first act of collaboration we had taken in that art. Garment was a masterful and creative Dust weaver and could form incredibly complex effects bound to patterns that were both beautiful and precisely formed.
The final result was a costume and dress that positively radiated menace and power. Even without the effects of Putting On The Reich the sheer amount of destructive force contained within them was staggering. It was like a battleship bound in cloth, like Garment's entire arsenal wardrobe had been distilled into a pair of outfits. Perhaps the two most powerful items on the planet, sitting innocently on hangers in a workspace mostly used for Youtube streams with only the immortal lettering of the fey hinting at the true power contained within them.
Short Note and Summary:
Joe has Fashion so he's light on the body armor and his costume is more fabric, however, there's still a few armor pieces here and there (at least 5 according to the debut of barbarian chic) like the knee/shin guards and bracers. There's also stuff like the omni-tool and micromaniplators. He also has the bandolier, some pouches on him, and has a high tech pistol on his side.
So basically it's a sleeker Snake Eyes with a long/great coat that has a Doctor Doom hood. The costume is black, white, and grey. There's a facemask, cowl, and a high tech visor that has gleaming lenses. There's also a bright white cape with his symbol on it made out of dust weave, unusually white gloves (Garment), sleek armored boots with some spikes, and a black armband with his symbol on it in celestial bronze. All around intimating, beautiful, edgy, stylish, and powerful. His costume also has dust weave. We know he uses ice, wind, and gravity a lot so maybe some blues and purple. Plus, there's definitely other dust there too so some other colors. However, the weave is probably pretty well integrated especially into the stitches and so likely doesn't stand out. It likely goes unnoticed or is probably hardly visible unless activated.
Apeiron Costume V4 (Current):
From Interlude Gregor Addendum Alec:
Honestly, Joe looked so different that he barely would have connected the image before him to the man who dropped off their costumes. He never would have connected it to the guy thay bartered with over pizza a week and a half ago. It wasn't just the costume, though once again that had been revised, this time to a less militant cut with a tight jacket and flowing cape over one shoulder. The key elements were there, the boots, the white gloves, the visor, but it was what was missing that drew the eye.
Joe was nearly unmasked. Aside from the visor over his eyes his face was completely open. At the same time, there was no chance of him being recognized. Something was different about it. It was still Joe, or still enough that Alec could see the connection, but it was like a more refined version. Stronger and sharper features, better balance, and an expression he never would expect from Joe in his civilian life. Pure confidence radiated out as he walked into the bar.
That wasn't the only thing that radiated out. There was a kind of pressure from his presence, something that was hard to define. Additionally, he was actually glowing. Both the visor and some of his armor plates were clearly technological, but the striking thing was his hair. Joe had colored it dark gray in place of his usual brown, but there was a single lock of red hair at the front that stood out so strongly Alec swore it was glowing.
On the micromaniplators and Garment:
The micromanipulators sit under the gloves, worn between them and his skin. The actual assembly for the micromanipulators extends to the elbows, allowing more precise control. Most of the times when the assembly has been seen it's been from tears in his sleeves or gloves.
And yes this does mean that Joe usually wears something between himself and Garment. Insert whatever joke you feel is most appropriate to the situation.
Honestly, Joe looked so different that he barely would have connected the image before him to the man who dropped off their costumes. He never would have connected it to the guy thay bartered with over pizza a week and a half ago. It wasn't just the costume, though once again that had been revised, this time to a less militant cut with a tight jacket and flowing cape over one shoulder. The key elements were there, the boots, the white gloves, the visor, but it was what was missing that drew the eye.
Joe was nearly unmasked. Aside from the visor over his eyes his face was completely open. At the same time, there was no chance of him being recognized. Something was different about it. It was still Joe, or still enough that Alec could see the connection, but it was like a more refined version. Stronger and sharper features, better balance, and an expression he never would expect from Joe in his civilian life. Pure confidence radiated out as he walked into the bar.
That wasn't the only thing that radiated out. There was a kind of pressure from his presence, something that was hard to define. Additionally, he was actually glowing. Both the visor and some of his armor plates were clearly technological, but the striking thing was his hair. Joe had colored it dark gray in place of his usual brown, but there was a single lock of red hair at the front that stood out so strongly Alec swore it was glowing.
On the micromaniplators and Garment:
The micromanipulators sit under the gloves, worn between them and his skin. The actual assembly for the micromanipulators extends to the elbows, allowing more precise control. Most of the times when the assembly has been seen it's been from tears in his sleeves or gloves.
And yes this does mean that Joe usually wears something between himself and Garment. Insert whatever joke you feel is most appropriate to the situation.
On the Divine Boots:
During Build Up:
The other pair was not going to pass for anything. That pair wasn't going to be passed at all. It was unpassable. Customized Weapons allowed a lot of modifications to happen after the completed construction triggered the duplication effect. As such these boots were obviously cape boots. They were the pair with the fiat backing and more than looked worthy of that distinction. The design had some superficial similarities to the original construction, but everything was sleeker, more efficient, and much better designed. The clunkiness was gone, replaced with an aggressive silhouette that seemed both dangerous and elegant.
There was a level of edginess to them that I hadn't been able to restrain Garment from conveying. The armored plates were more pronounced and carried razor sharp edges. There were sharp angles and the occasional spike and spur carefully peppered through the design. It managed to restrain itself from being a Hot Topic display piece, instead looking like what those kinds of designs aspired to when they grew up. It was an obvious move towards the design of my lantern shield, and probably spoke to her intentions for my new costume.
The combination of adamantium, mithril, and celestial bronze produced a combination of effects outclassing most superweapons. The rest of the boot was composed of plasteel, synth-leather, custom polymers, and other hyper advanced materials, further strengthened by my crafting powers.
The boots were still waiting for any dust infusion to their metals, as well as any dust weaving that could be added to their softer materials. They had no runework, which would add either a range of elemental effects or any of the abilities I might be able to discern from Miss Militia's weapon.
Before the rebuild:
The pair of combat boots that had arrived alongside the other equipment that came with my Xenospecialist power hadn't exactly seemed that remarkable.
From how Garment was acting she seemed to believe I had been keeping the treasure of the ages from her. I didn't really get it. The boots were huge bulky things, battering rams of footwear. They were clunky, armored things that reached to the knee. There was probably more steel in them than rubber or leather, and they had an obvious military look. Also, a frontline infantry look, not something from an officer corps or dress uniform. I wanted to ask what was so special about them, but from Garment's behavior she wasn't feeling particularly charitable about me having overlooked whatever it was.
So I took a breath and considered things. These were military boots. Really the only thing special about them is their arrival as a separate item with their own locker rather than part of the COG armor that also arrived with that power. When Space Command Engineer provided its own set of military hardware it had lumped all pieces of worn equipment together into the same set of Battle Dress. These boots being separate items implied there was something special about them, I just couldn't figure out what.
The other pair was not going to pass for anything. That pair wasn't going to be passed at all. It was unpassable. Customized Weapons allowed a lot of modifications to happen after the completed construction triggered the duplication effect. As such these boots were obviously cape boots. They were the pair with the fiat backing and more than looked worthy of that distinction. The design had some superficial similarities to the original construction, but everything was sleeker, more efficient, and much better designed. The clunkiness was gone, replaced with an aggressive silhouette that seemed both dangerous and elegant.
There was a level of edginess to them that I hadn't been able to restrain Garment from conveying. The armored plates were more pronounced and carried razor sharp edges. There were sharp angles and the occasional spike and spur carefully peppered through the design. It managed to restrain itself from being a Hot Topic display piece, instead looking like what those kinds of designs aspired to when they grew up. It was an obvious move towards the design of my lantern shield, and probably spoke to her intentions for my new costume.
The combination of adamantium, mithril, and celestial bronze produced a combination of effects outclassing most superweapons. The rest of the boot was composed of plasteel, synth-leather, custom polymers, and other hyper advanced materials, further strengthened by my crafting powers.
The boots were still waiting for any dust infusion to their metals, as well as any dust weaving that could be added to their softer materials. They had no runework, which would add either a range of elemental effects or any of the abilities I might be able to discern from Miss Militia's weapon.
Before the rebuild:
The pair of combat boots that had arrived alongside the other equipment that came with my Xenospecialist power hadn't exactly seemed that remarkable.
From how Garment was acting she seemed to believe I had been keeping the treasure of the ages from her. I didn't really get it. The boots were huge bulky things, battering rams of footwear. They were clunky, armored things that reached to the knee. There was probably more steel in them than rubber or leather, and they had an obvious military look. Also, a frontline infantry look, not something from an officer corps or dress uniform. I wanted to ask what was so special about them, but from Garment's behavior she wasn't feeling particularly charitable about me having overlooked whatever it was.
So I took a breath and considered things. These were military boots. Really the only thing special about them is their arrival as a separate item with their own locker rather than part of the COG armor that also arrived with that power. When Space Command Engineer provided its own set of military hardware it had lumped all pieces of worn equipment together into the same set of Battle Dress. These boots being separate items implied there was something special about them, I just couldn't figure out what.
On the Grapnel Lantern Shield:
During Wind Down:
"Okay, that looks… different." Aisha said cautiously.
I nodded and lifted my hand, slowly rotating the shield and gauntlet. The design was less of the collection of barbs and serrations that it had been. They were still there, but in a much more streamlined fashion, with most of the focus being on the almost carapace-like plating.
"It was built using parts from a Void Fisher, a Super Class Danger Beast that hunted with aether lines. The effect has been worked into the shield's grapnels." The multiple grapnels. The single harpoon had been replaced with an array of launchers spread around the radius of the shield. I was still new to using spiritual energy in this way, but I was perfectly attuned to my Teigu, making it essentially an extension of my body. With a pulse of will the disc of the shield spun and three of the launchers began to glow faintly.
During Glory Girl Interlude:
This particular surprise was potentially the most evil looking device she had seen in her life. From elbow to fingertips, Apeiron's left arm was covered in glossy black metal plates. A gauntlet of the most masterful and horrifying design she could imagine. The fingers were clawed, the knuckles were spiked, the edges of the plates were sharpened, and often serrated. It looked like there was no way to even touch the thing without losing at least two layers of skin, and maybe an entire finger.
And it was the least threatening part of the device.
Mounted on the back of the gauntlet was a shield. She assumed it was a shield because it was vaguely roundish in shape and held where a shield would normally be worn. And because she couldn't really bring herself to describe what other purpose that device could have. The entire circumference was ringed by layers of spikes, barbs, serrations, and saw teeth in such a dense cluster that they should have come across as a jumbled mess. Instead, the design drew the eye through multiple rows of horrific hazards, making sure no part of the nest of death lost focus.
She pulled back her hands instinctively just from looking at the thing, and realized that the layering effect of the barbs and spikes made it impossible to accurately judge where the threat ended. They just got finer and sharper, seeming to vanish rather than definitely stop. It was the kind of device that you wouldn't feel safe sharing the same room with, even if that room was the size of a basketball court. The glowing orange crystal built into a lantern-like enclosure on the surface really didn't help with that impression.
Apeiron slowly clenched the black metal fingers of the gauntlet closed and rotated it, allowing Vicky to see the final feature of the nightmare weapon. Some kind of small harpoon launcher was mounted under the shield, complete with a reel of cable that looked about as friendly as the rest of the device.
During Drag Out:
A glowing gray mass bust from my body, warping around my hand and forming into the gauntlet and shield of my Aura weapon. A clawed metal glove extended from the tips of my fingers to past my elbow. A disk of serrated metal was mounted on the forearm, a nest of cruel barbs, spikes, and razors ringing the glowing reticle of the lantern. Beneath the shield a spool of razor wire was mounted next to a grapnel launcher.
During Presentation:
I stared at the thing. Picking it apart from a technical perspective it wasn't that impressive. A lantern shield combined with a grapple gun. It was an odd mix, and not a particularly useful one. Probably another factor in why I'd put it off.
Seeing it in person was another matter. The shield and gauntlet were matte black with ghostly gray highlights. The shield's spikes and weapon mounts were vicious, nasty things. Barbs and razors were common features. It looked at least as dangerous to the person wielding it as to anyone who found themselves on one of the many 'wrong ends' of that weapon.
During Family Fugue:
I activated the shift and felt plates of adamantium slide across my arm, forming a gauntlet. The front of the band unfolded into a small shield ringed by barbed spikes. Weapon mounts and an integrated lantern decorated the front and a spool of razor wire sat under the shield, connected to the grapnel launcher on the gauntlet.
During Build Up:
The second said insistently, and shoved the black metal armband towards me.
The first pointed at the center of the band where a specific sigil had been marked out in celestial bronze. I recognized it from the stamp I had yet to use, from the glyph Garment had sewn into her cape dress, from the icon on my PHO posts.
During Set Up:
The design had been made lighter, allowing faster parrying, strikes, and deployment of the grapnel. Further to that end, the 'lantern' part of the lantern shield had been repurposed.
Now, obviously I didn't need a 16th century lantern in my weapon. Which was precisely why my duplicates had decided to convert it into a Dust chamber. I think that may have actually been the original purpose, but in a 'jam a crystal here and hope it explodes in the direction of your opponent when struck' sense, not the current masterful arrangement of rotating chambers holding impossibly high-quality dust with specific alterations to the shield allowing effective channeling of the energetic material.
"Okay, that looks… different." Aisha said cautiously.
I nodded and lifted my hand, slowly rotating the shield and gauntlet. The design was less of the collection of barbs and serrations that it had been. They were still there, but in a much more streamlined fashion, with most of the focus being on the almost carapace-like plating.
"It was built using parts from a Void Fisher, a Super Class Danger Beast that hunted with aether lines. The effect has been worked into the shield's grapnels." The multiple grapnels. The single harpoon had been replaced with an array of launchers spread around the radius of the shield. I was still new to using spiritual energy in this way, but I was perfectly attuned to my Teigu, making it essentially an extension of my body. With a pulse of will the disc of the shield spun and three of the launchers began to glow faintly.
During Glory Girl Interlude:
This particular surprise was potentially the most evil looking device she had seen in her life. From elbow to fingertips, Apeiron's left arm was covered in glossy black metal plates. A gauntlet of the most masterful and horrifying design she could imagine. The fingers were clawed, the knuckles were spiked, the edges of the plates were sharpened, and often serrated. It looked like there was no way to even touch the thing without losing at least two layers of skin, and maybe an entire finger.
And it was the least threatening part of the device.
Mounted on the back of the gauntlet was a shield. She assumed it was a shield because it was vaguely roundish in shape and held where a shield would normally be worn. And because she couldn't really bring herself to describe what other purpose that device could have. The entire circumference was ringed by layers of spikes, barbs, serrations, and saw teeth in such a dense cluster that they should have come across as a jumbled mess. Instead, the design drew the eye through multiple rows of horrific hazards, making sure no part of the nest of death lost focus.
She pulled back her hands instinctively just from looking at the thing, and realized that the layering effect of the barbs and spikes made it impossible to accurately judge where the threat ended. They just got finer and sharper, seeming to vanish rather than definitely stop. It was the kind of device that you wouldn't feel safe sharing the same room with, even if that room was the size of a basketball court. The glowing orange crystal built into a lantern-like enclosure on the surface really didn't help with that impression.
Apeiron slowly clenched the black metal fingers of the gauntlet closed and rotated it, allowing Vicky to see the final feature of the nightmare weapon. Some kind of small harpoon launcher was mounted under the shield, complete with a reel of cable that looked about as friendly as the rest of the device.
During Drag Out:
A glowing gray mass bust from my body, warping around my hand and forming into the gauntlet and shield of my Aura weapon. A clawed metal glove extended from the tips of my fingers to past my elbow. A disk of serrated metal was mounted on the forearm, a nest of cruel barbs, spikes, and razors ringing the glowing reticle of the lantern. Beneath the shield a spool of razor wire was mounted next to a grapnel launcher.
During Presentation:
I stared at the thing. Picking it apart from a technical perspective it wasn't that impressive. A lantern shield combined with a grapple gun. It was an odd mix, and not a particularly useful one. Probably another factor in why I'd put it off.
Seeing it in person was another matter. The shield and gauntlet were matte black with ghostly gray highlights. The shield's spikes and weapon mounts were vicious, nasty things. Barbs and razors were common features. It looked at least as dangerous to the person wielding it as to anyone who found themselves on one of the many 'wrong ends' of that weapon.
During Family Fugue:
I activated the shift and felt plates of adamantium slide across my arm, forming a gauntlet. The front of the band unfolded into a small shield ringed by barbed spikes. Weapon mounts and an integrated lantern decorated the front and a spool of razor wire sat under the shield, connected to the grapnel launcher on the gauntlet.
During Build Up:
The second said insistently, and shoved the black metal armband towards me.
The first pointed at the center of the band where a specific sigil had been marked out in celestial bronze. I recognized it from the stamp I had yet to use, from the glyph Garment had sewn into her cape dress, from the icon on my PHO posts.
During Set Up:
The design had been made lighter, allowing faster parrying, strikes, and deployment of the grapnel. Further to that end, the 'lantern' part of the lantern shield had been repurposed.
Now, obviously I didn't need a 16th century lantern in my weapon. Which was precisely why my duplicates had decided to convert it into a Dust chamber. I think that may have actually been the original purpose, but in a 'jam a crystal here and hope it explodes in the direction of your opponent when struck' sense, not the current masterful arrangement of rotating chambers holding impossibly high-quality dust with specific alterations to the shield allowing effective channeling of the energetic material.
On Apeiron's Symbol:
From Renovation:
The symbol on the stamp... well it was like a tiny spiral galaxy with the arms looped far out and back on themselves to create a kind of incomplete infinity symbol. So kind of like someone took the center of a sideways s and twisted it into a swirl.
The symbol on the stamp... well it was like a tiny spiral galaxy with the arms looped far out and back on themselves to create a kind of incomplete infinity symbol. So kind of like someone took the center of a sideways s and twisted it into a swirl.
On Joe's Appearance:
Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
For those that don't remember or haven't seen it, here's Lord's WoG on Joe's appearance:
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Joe doesn't think much about his own appearance, and since most of the story is from his perspective or from the view of people interacting with him in costume it wasn't overly commented on. There was enough of his skin visible (Around eyes, some at back of neck) for people to assume he could be Empire affiliated. You can kind of put together his family's background from his sister's name and his full name.
His eyes are brown-hazel and his hair is medium brown. Fairly 'generic white guy' by most standards, by which I mean no features come across as particularly prominent. At the start of the story his body was fairly lanky. He had gotten seriously into running to help manage his sleep, so had the effect of 6+ months of regular distance running, but before that wasn't too active due to his state following his breakdown (~2 years ago)
Until recently he didn't really pay attention to his appearance beyond basic hygiene. The clone assisted haircut was probably the first time he had serious attention paid to his hairstyle. Combined with training and wardrobe change and there was a good reason his psychologist said he was looking better.
His eyes are brown-hazel and his hair is medium brown. Fairly 'generic white guy' by most standards, by which I mean no features come across as particularly prominent. At the start of the story his body was fairly lanky. He had gotten seriously into running to help manage his sleep, so had the effect of 6+ months of regular distance running, but before that wasn't too active due to his state following his breakdown (~2 years ago)
Until recently he didn't really pay attention to his appearance beyond basic hygiene. The clone assisted haircut was probably the first time he had serious attention paid to his hairstyle. Combined with training and wardrobe change and there was a good reason his psychologist said he was looking better.
From Realization:
The only confirmed differences were superficial, but superficial enough that it added another layer of difficulty to the whole 'blend in as a normal human' thing. First off was the red highlights. Well, highlight. I had a red lock of hair now, and I don't mean auburn. I mean full on bright life-fiber-red. Actually, I think it may have actually been an extrusion of life fibers, but I still needed to test that, and confirm if that part of my hair really did glow red in low light conditions.
Then there were my eyes. Considering I had completely regrown one of them in the past day I should probably be grateful that they were both still recognizably human. That said, I have no idea where the rifled pupils came from, what they mean, or how they would affect my vision in the long term.
Beyond that things weren't too bad. My body shape was actually slightly closer to what it had been before multiple levels of demigod enhancement had decided I could use shoulders like a linebacker with built in football pads. That was thanks to another little liberty that had been taken, one I wasn't exactly thrilled about, but in the face of EVERYTHING else I'd been dealing with I was prepared to let it slide.
WoG from AO3:
Rifled pupils was a reference to Ryuko's eyes. I'd heard them described as rifled once before and the description fit the character so well that it's stuck with me ever since. Calling them gears or cogs never sat right, both because there was no association between that character or life fibers and machinery, and because it was effectively a portion of internal iris removed. Nothing about that was a cog except the outline. Rifled pupils fits her aggressive personality perfectly and if you look at the iris as an open aperture then it makes a lot more sense. In some pictures the groves are too deep for rifling and are too far spaced, but the description can fit if you consider stuff like studded artillery shells from early rifled canons.
The only confirmed differences were superficial, but superficial enough that it added another layer of difficulty to the whole 'blend in as a normal human' thing. First off was the red highlights. Well, highlight. I had a red lock of hair now, and I don't mean auburn. I mean full on bright life-fiber-red. Actually, I think it may have actually been an extrusion of life fibers, but I still needed to test that, and confirm if that part of my hair really did glow red in low light conditions.
Then there were my eyes. Considering I had completely regrown one of them in the past day I should probably be grateful that they were both still recognizably human. That said, I have no idea where the rifled pupils came from, what they mean, or how they would affect my vision in the long term.
Beyond that things weren't too bad. My body shape was actually slightly closer to what it had been before multiple levels of demigod enhancement had decided I could use shoulders like a linebacker with built in football pads. That was thanks to another little liberty that had been taken, one I wasn't exactly thrilled about, but in the face of EVERYTHING else I'd been dealing with I was prepared to let it slide.
WoG from AO3:
Rifled pupils was a reference to Ryuko's eyes. I'd heard them described as rifled once before and the description fit the character so well that it's stuck with me ever since. Calling them gears or cogs never sat right, both because there was no association between that character or life fibers and machinery, and because it was effectively a portion of internal iris removed. Nothing about that was a cog except the outline. Rifled pupils fits her aggressive personality perfectly and if you look at the iris as an open aperture then it makes a lot more sense. In some pictures the groves are too deep for rifling and are too far spaced, but the description can fit if you consider stuff like studded artillery shells from early rifled canons.
On Barbarian Chic:
From Recuperation:
"Garment, the underwear stays on. That's final." Garment seemed annoyed, but relented and made a casual gesture towards me.
There was a slicing sound as new seams appeared on the last item of clothing I was wearing and significant portions of it fell away. Let's just say my boxer-briefs lost all of their boxer and became considerably more brief. I was left with an amount of clothing that would only be appropriate attire on European beaches. Garment was proudly indicating how energy moderation and sensor coverage had improved by a whole 4.83%.
God damn the Laboratorium was drafty.
With her final alteration complete Garment approached me in the scanning bay next to the life fiber spool. My current outfit consisted of my boots, five pieces of armor, and the remnants of my underwear. If I had been more buff and attractive I could have passed for the cover of one of those garbage romance novels, or one of those sword and sorcery books from the early eighties. I'm beginning to see why those books always took place somewhere warm or tropical.
[...]
As the hunger crept up so did a million other doubts, including a seriously self-conscious feeling about my current attire. Suddenly jumping back and forth in scraps of armor, immodest underwear, and a mesh of red thread with glowing blue circuit lines on my skin seemed somewhat bizarre.
[...]
I didn't need to worry about the life fibers. I had a much more pressing concern. Garment wanted to change the design of my costume.
"No. Absolutely not. That was a test environment, not the basis for a new style." Garment seemed to pout as she presented yet another sketch of an outfit design that would have done Frank Frazetta proud. Considering how much she loved clothing it was odd how keenly she seemed to be latching onto the idea of minimalist design.
From Tech Work:
I glared daggers at my traitorous duplicates before turning to try to wrap my head around Garment's Frank Frazetta inspired outfit. The armor plates were still there, though more decoratively attached. There was still a version of the mask and the visor, but no hood on the cowl. Outside of that... Well, it might be legal on certain beaches. In very open minded parts of Europe or South America.
[...]
In fact, the outfit didn't chafe. Everything was perfectly fitted, built for full range of motion, as expected given its brevity, and even the armor plates had been properly set and padded to prevent any abrasion. That said, with this much reinforcement I could probably have worn a steel wool bodysuit and still be perfectly comfortable.
"Garment, the underwear stays on. That's final." Garment seemed annoyed, but relented and made a casual gesture towards me.
There was a slicing sound as new seams appeared on the last item of clothing I was wearing and significant portions of it fell away. Let's just say my boxer-briefs lost all of their boxer and became considerably more brief. I was left with an amount of clothing that would only be appropriate attire on European beaches. Garment was proudly indicating how energy moderation and sensor coverage had improved by a whole 4.83%.
God damn the Laboratorium was drafty.
With her final alteration complete Garment approached me in the scanning bay next to the life fiber spool. My current outfit consisted of my boots, five pieces of armor, and the remnants of my underwear. If I had been more buff and attractive I could have passed for the cover of one of those garbage romance novels, or one of those sword and sorcery books from the early eighties. I'm beginning to see why those books always took place somewhere warm or tropical.
[...]
As the hunger crept up so did a million other doubts, including a seriously self-conscious feeling about my current attire. Suddenly jumping back and forth in scraps of armor, immodest underwear, and a mesh of red thread with glowing blue circuit lines on my skin seemed somewhat bizarre.
[...]
I didn't need to worry about the life fibers. I had a much more pressing concern. Garment wanted to change the design of my costume.
"No. Absolutely not. That was a test environment, not the basis for a new style." Garment seemed to pout as she presented yet another sketch of an outfit design that would have done Frank Frazetta proud. Considering how much she loved clothing it was odd how keenly she seemed to be latching onto the idea of minimalist design.
From Tech Work:
I glared daggers at my traitorous duplicates before turning to try to wrap my head around Garment's Frank Frazetta inspired outfit. The armor plates were still there, though more decoratively attached. There was still a version of the mask and the visor, but no hood on the cowl. Outside of that... Well, it might be legal on certain beaches. In very open minded parts of Europe or South America.
[...]
In fact, the outfit didn't chafe. Everything was perfectly fitted, built for full range of motion, as expected given its brevity, and even the armor plates had been properly set and padded to prevent any abrasion. That said, with this much reinforcement I could probably have worn a steel wool bodysuit and still be perfectly comfortable.
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- Brazil, Minas gerais
Something that would amuse me now that I think this again. If any ward get to look inside Apeiron lab they never ever want to see him fighting as a villain. Which is not so different of their reaction now. But poor Clockblocker would regain his joker state. pointing at the volcano and saying 'bullshit', at the super lab (40k) inside the lab and once more speaking 'bullshit'. seeing the cinema mode, the stadium, the arena where Apeiron fight giant robots for fun and training, the lava sports, the ice sports on lava. he will break and fall on his knees and speak some anime stuff 'we were never a challenge' or some other anime bullshit quote^^.
Now madcap in the other hand would have the time of his life
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edit2: many thanks for the correction. this one was a bit embaring sorry about that.
Now madcap in the other hand would have the time of his life
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edit2: many thanks for the correction. this one was a bit embaring sorry about that.
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- Dude, bro, etc...
You forgot a l and -er in Clockblocker. But yeah, even without seeing the lab, no-one would want to fight him besides the top nominees for the Darwin Award. If Joe's lab is ever revealed, well that only cements it.Something that would amuse me now that I think this again. If any ward get to look inside Apeiron lab they never ever want to see him fighting as a villain. Which is not so different of their reaction now. But poor cockblock would regain his joker state. pointing at the volcano and saying 'bullshit', at the super lab (40k) inside the lab and once more speaking 'bullshit'. seeing the cinema mode, the stadium, the arena where Apeiron fight giant robots for fun and training, the lava sports, the ice sports on lava. he will break and fall on his knees and speak some anime stuff 'we were never a challenge' or some other anime bullshit quote^^.
Now madcap in the other hand would have the time of his life
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- He/Him
"Ma'am i know you don't pay me directly BUT i have to say this... you don't pay me enough to go against Apeiron, he has a VOLCANO, a STADIUM inside the volcano and he practices LAVA SURFING for FUN, i can't attack the Manifestation of Chadness.Something that would amuse me now that I think this again. If any ward get to look inside Apeiron lab they never ever want to see him fighting as a villain. Which is not so different of their reaction now. But poor cockblock would regain his joker state. pointing at the volcano and saying 'bullshit', at the super lab (40k) inside the lab and once more speaking 'bullshit'. seeing the cinema mode, the stadium, the arena where Apeiron fight giant robots for fun and training, the lava sports, the ice sports on lava. he will break and fall on his knees and speak some anime stuff 'we were never a challenge' or some other anime bullshit quote^^.
Now madcap in the other hand would have the time of his life
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- Location
- Brazil, Minas gerais
I admit that the one I would want to see the most is the volcano reaction or the ice in the said volcano. Because they will look at that all that 'tinker tech' and see that Yeah Apeiron still can do all that he did and still waste a lot of resource making insane sports.
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- He/Him
oh no you misunderstood, he made all those insane sports while wasting resources playin mercenary
This would make for a fantastic Omake.Something that would amuse me now that I think this again. If any ward get to look inside Apeiron lab they never ever want to see him fighting as a villain. Which is not so different of their reaction now. But poor Clockblocker would regain his joker state. pointing at the volcano and saying 'bullshit', at the super lab (40k) inside the lab and once more speaking 'bullshit'. seeing the cinema mode, the stadium, the arena where Apeiron fight giant robots for fun and training, the lava sports, the ice sports on lava. he will break and fall on his knees and speak some anime stuff 'we were never a challenge' or some other anime bullshit quote^^.
Now madcap in the other hand would have the time of his life
The premise being that the PRT/ Protectorate will change Apeiron's status to Hero/ Rogue if he gives them a tour of his workshop. Apeiron then proceeds to open a portal using the door he entered from and gives everyone a guided tour to the fantastical land that is his workshop filled with bullshit technology, an ice rink in a volcano, a mural of his barbarian chic outfit, and so on.
I don't know whose viewpoint would be the best to have all this happen to, but it'd still be an awesome omake.
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Even the areas which he would hide with tech or some other stuff would be amazing. Specialty so if for some reason like just before leviathan people are allowed close to macros mecha.
There a lot of stuff to show off^^, the endbringer mecha, the adorable (tiny) machine army, the scary machine temple. That by the way would love some of the really old tech that the wards have. And since this are kids maybe the skulls show of if kid win is there^^, to show him the light of the Emperor. There never enough Mars priests.
The house with the 'bad lvl' of tech can be considered his first house, the other two houses showing his progress as a tinker.
The only areas outside of the temple that can bring some problem (outside of the gear of war liquid) would be the steam puck biolab(s) and the sacrifice/prison area of the magical lab.
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There a lot of stuff to show off^^, the endbringer mecha, the adorable (tiny) machine army, the scary machine temple. That by the way would love some of the really old tech that the wards have. And since this are kids maybe the skulls show of if kid win is there^^, to show him the light of the Emperor. There never enough Mars priests.
The house with the 'bad lvl' of tech can be considered his first house, the other two houses showing his progress as a tinker.
The only areas outside of the temple that can bring some problem (outside of the gear of war liquid) would be the steam puck biolab(s) and the sacrifice/prison area of the magical lab.
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MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
It won't be Joe doing the touring, it would probably be at behest of Aisha.
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- He/Him
who would mention Fleet, Survey and Tetra as Apeiron kids.
Mandabar
Waifu of choice is Rem. Give that girl some hugs!
- Location
- Florida, USA [Yes. Florida *FacePalm*]
You know that isn't true right? PRT is actually an acronym for Parahuman Response Team, but yes the joke is they are all PR only focused.
Arimai
Curmudgeon
Short answer is no. The long answer is that there are 447 pages of discussion. There are also readers new to the story and those who don't read anything outside the story chapters themselves. So, No.
- Location
- Odessa
I didn't expect it to get threadmarked, thanks.
Cleaned it up.
Ya I know it stand for Parahuman Response Team. But honestly I think they should just be a branch of the police.
I know they aren't just PR focused, but when the people in the shadows just want more parahumans it makes it hard for any law organisation to do their job right.
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Alexandria as head of the PRT allows them to control Parahumans and to hell with everything else.
Arimai
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They are shite at it though.
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- Philippines
Not really, remember the goal of Cauldron is more parahumans = more chance for a golden BB against Scion, to that end the entire world of Earth-Bet is deliberately sabotaged to prevent measures which would lower the chances for a parahuman.
Which means underfunded public services, incompetent leaders among and weak enforcement of military among other things.
Red_Faux
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- 'Straya M8
Remember that the entire reason that the Protectorate and the PRT exist is for the integration of Parahumans into society
It's why they are more focused on making capes more "normal" in society and not what ever the fuck that the ABB, March, are showing, hell even the Wards here are showing that they are extremely dangerous. Even Wildbow agrees on thatInterlude 15.z said:
The PRT are the ones that define how cape fights should work, on how capes should not be fought by the normies etc. It's not just Cauldron that manipulates shit like that
With the bullshit that is happening on BB I suspect that the PRT would use that as a narrative to push on the idea on what happens if Capes just decide to go all out. That while they are having a hard time keeping up normal people would get absolutely destroyed, and that is why they should never try to engage capes and just leave it to the "professionals" or Protectorate Capes.