Out of curiosity, is Velocity Japanese in this story? He seemed to easily pulled into the Obaa-san current, and responded fluidly in Japanese. Or is he just more culturally-educated than Armsmaster and Chessman?
 
Out of curiosity, is Velocity Japanese in this story? He seemed to easily pulled into the Obaa-san current, and responded fluidly in Japanese. Or is he just more culturally-educated than Armsmaster and Chessman?

In canon, I think it was mentioned that he had an interest in learning about other cultures and visiting different countries. The best he got was getting stuck in Brockton Bay and taking a couple of adult ed classes on foreign languages.

I like to think that getting to visit an actual shrine, and getting to eat actual Japanese sweets and practice his meager language skills on actual Japanese obaasans just has Velocity on cloud nine.
 
"Which kami do they claim to serve?" The assassin fidgeted, a motion that made the hair on Lung's neck prickle. "Lee. Tell me."

He did.

Lung exhaled through his teeth in a long, drawn out "Fffffffhhhhuuuuhhhhhhh…" sound, ending with a click of his teeth on the 'ck!' There went any hope of fulfilling his unlooked-for bargain to the letter only. If he did not handle this carefully, any perceived shortcoming would be an excuse to demand more of him, thus extending this entire troublesome affair. His best option was to turn the table upon his opponent, offer more than he owed, and thereby put the miko in debt to him instead. Or at least forestall any further requests.
Here's the best part: Kenta has now recognized Taylor as a Miko and Sunny as a Kami.
 
Ah, and once more, the day is saved(?) Thanks too! Talking! Find out next time what happens when it meets its respective brother and cousins, Shouting, and Denial!
 
In canon, I think it was mentioned that he had an interest in learning about other cultures and visiting different countries. The best he got was getting stuck in Brockton Bay and taking a couple of adult ed classes on foreign languages.

I like to think that getting to visit an actual shrine, and getting to eat actual Japanese sweets and practice his meager language skills on actual Japanese obaasans just has Velocity on cloud nine.
Hm. Didn't know that. I may have to look through Worm again.

Also, I now realize how easy it would be for anyone to be more culturally-minded than Armsmaster and Chessman...

On another note, both Lung and the PRT are preparing to approach Taylor. One side is operating on the assumption of parahuman activity, while the other is assuming divine intervention. I'm sure that difference in view will come to a head soon, especially if the ABB and PRT encounter each other on the way to the shrine (which would just be hilarious).
 
Castle. A TV police show thingie. Was great the first few seasons but not anymore.

Well, it's not around anymore. Ended a year or two ago, I don't remember specifically (despite living in a house where everybody else is a fan).

Anyway, an on topic post: I am still wondering if Taylor will figure out Danny's Chessman, if he'll come clean to her, or if someone else will drop that bombshell. This latest development has done nothing to alter the odds on any of those options.
 
If I'm remembering correctly, the Celestial Brush can be learned, right? Is Ammy teaching Taylor without her knowing?
 
And then they find out Taylor isn't actually parahuman.
Says who? Only a handful of people understand how parahuman powers manifest, and only Cauldrons know the full scope of the phenomena. To most scientists, parahumans are an eclectic bunch of traumatized young adults who's relationship status with physics is listed as "complicated" on their Facebook profile. Taylor is a teenage girl who has gained the favor of a goD, and that favor manifests itself by altering reality to the benefit of Taylor and those who bear her good will.

Taylor's control is indirect, but in principle it is the same as shard-bestowed powers. Different mechanisms for determining what the parahuman wants and different reasons for fulfilling that desire, but the end results are the same.

At the very least, we know Taylor can live up to her parahuman namesake. So long as certain criteria are met, Brushstroke's painting results in a shaker effect.
 
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Hm. Didn't know that. I may have to look through Worm again.
It's a Word of Wildbow.
Velocity's Personality?
Velocity is ex-military, was a callow youth who enlisted due to promises of ways to learn languages (Russian, Chinese) hoping to travel during/after the fact, and instead got stuck in the rank and file with no follow-through and longer terms than he expected.

Edit: As with many breakers, it was a confluence of factors that led to his trigger in the end - being caught in a bad situation in a bad place in a bad mental state.

Likes being a cape, and is happy to have an 'out' from the service, which could well have killed him due to the despair/frustration if nothing else, but frustration sort of permeates his existence. Duties and hours keep him from taking classes (though he has recently started putting some classes in Chinese on the local Protectorate's tab to give an edge when dealing with the ABB). This is sort of echoed in the power he got; a promise of freedom, but all he ultimately gets is a kind of helplessness and a kick in the balls.
 
Chessman shifted uncomfortably in his seat as a few sets of eyes turned to him. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't want to worry her, or get her involved in any of this."
Has Danny seriously not noticed that Taylor is more involved in any of this than he is?
"Except now she's involved herself." Armsmaster said. "And with this latest display, we really can't continue to leave her be. Not without knowing her intentions."
DANIEL. ARMSMASTER IS TELLING YOU TO TALK TO YOUR DAUGHTER. IT IS WELL PAST TIME YOU SHOULD HAVE TALKED TO YOUR DAUGHTER.
"Oh, it's so good to see the younger generations taking such interest in the old culture."

"Yes, yes. And so polite, too! So rare for young men to have learned any manners, these days."

"Would you like some more dango, Velocity-kun?"

The speedster beamed. "Arigato, Obaasan!"
Baachan is best girl.
 
If I'm remembering correctly, the Celestial Brush can be learned, right? Is Ammy teaching Taylor without her knowing?
I can't remember US's official word on that, but I honestly hope so, those techniques are just so much fun.

At the very least, we know Taylor can live up to her parahuman namesake. So long as certain criteria are met, Brushstroke's painting results in a shaker effect.
That is true, the only issue are the Celestial Brush Techniques that she might or might not be learning (leaning on "might" because of her Restoration shenanigans) haven't been the focus-

WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE!

US is that what the Box that Taylor asked Old Man Henderson to build represents? Each time someone offers their personal support to Taylor and the Shrine, a small piece of them is placed inside it, representing a Brush Technique that Ammy can teach Taylor?
 
Lung exhaled through his teeth in a long, drawn out "Fffffffhhhhuuuuhhhhhhh…" sound
Okay, who poked Lung with a pin? He appears to have a slow leak.
And I refuse to consider the idea of a fortune-telling dog."
You might end up eating those words Director.

Possibly.

Does Ammy do any real fortune telling in canon, or is she just a good planner when she bothers to actually plan?
So-- the forms. Armsmaster, once that's done, you are going to take a small team and go to the shrine, and you are going to employ the one solution we haven't tried and offer her a place with the Wards. It's a bit unorthodox, but I have high hopes for it."

"Which is?"

"It's called," Director Piggot said, spreading her hands back out in a dramatic pause. "Talking."
...What madness is this... "talking"?
 
I can't remember US's official word on that, but I honestly hope so, those techniques are just so much fun.
Well
we see Issun perform Bloom at the end of the Game, which even if he's the Envoy of the Gods, Taylor also fits right now,
So yes.

That is true, the only issue are the Celestial Brush Techniques that she might or might not be learning (leaning on "might" because of her Restoration shenanigans) haven't been the focus-

WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE!

US is that what the Box that Taylor asked Old Man Henderson to build represents? Each time someone offers their personal support to Taylor and the Shrine, a small piece of them is placed inside it, representing a Brush Technique that Ammy can teach Taylor?
That would be awesome.
 
In canon, I think it was mentioned that he had an interest in learning about other cultures and visiting different countries. The best he got was getting stuck in Brockton Bay and taking a couple of adult ed classes on foreign languages.

I like to think that getting to visit an actual shrine, and getting to eat actual Japanese sweets and practice his meager language skills on actual Japanese obaasans just has Velocity on cloud nine.
Are you telling me that Velocity is a weeb?
 
"It's called," Director Piggot said, spreading her hands back out in a dramatic pause. "Talking."
"I dont get it."

"You open your mouth."

"Yes."

"You speak words."

"Okay."

"And you use words and tones of voice to convey a genial attitude without seemingly like you're here to arrest her."

"No. You lost me."

"AAAAAAARGH!"

---

It would also be just like Worm for Armsmaster + Chessman to show up to the shrine when Lung and Lee are there to hash out their new arrangements.

Smash cut to the four seated at a table, steaming cups of tea in front of them with a smiling Taylor at one end and a happily panting doG on the other.
Are you telling me that Velocity is a weeb?

Also, dude, 'weeb' is not the preferred nomenclature. Japan enthusiast, please.
 
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I just realized that there is a lot of parallelling and scene repeating throughout this story. I first noticed it with the "didn't smile, showed teeth" thing back when Sophia was caught by the PRT. Now we have "Well, shit" from Dauntless then Lung, and the "Here is what's going to happen" from Lung and Piggot.

@UnwelcomeStorm , that's an impressive amount of care put into the story, especially since you pulled it off, multiple times, without it seeming trite or forced.
 
Business is very simple, if you're willing or able to cut out all the needless pomp and frippery that so many insist upon.

If someone has something you need and is on equal standing, or will continue to have what you need in the future, you match payment and respect as necessary. Tit for tat.

If someone has what you want, but is lesser or weaker than you, or their usefulness ends after the transaction-- then simply take what you desire from them. Their continued existence is their payment, assuming they don't make the mistake of demanding more and losing even that concession.

This is the manner in which debts are settled, no matter the good, service, or currency. A matter or debt of honor is a different beast entirely, however, because honor demands to be obeyed by the spirit rather than the letter. Matters of honor are personal, and unshakeable, and tricky to fulfill without loss, and should therefore be avoided at all costs. The only good news is that matters of honor can be avoided relatively easily if you simply do not go looking for them. Make your own space and keep to it, and honor can go fuck itself outside somewhere where you don't have to listen to it.

Unless, of course, honor finds a way to come looking for you, and refuses to be put down or ignored. But the chances of that are nigh-nonexistent.

Mostly.
That's a very Lung-like way of seeing things, that's for sure. He who has Power makes the rules, and Lung has Power in spades.

Of course, no amount of raw power can help him now that Sunny has decided to teach him a lesson.

"Lee," he asked. "What are the chances I can simply dismiss this as coincidence?"

The assassin moved from behind the couch and stood to the side, where Lung could see him better. After a moment's consideration, he responded. "Low."
'I really should get an award for Biggest Understatement of the Year for that one.' Thought Oni Lee.

"That's what I thought." Lung huffed. He was going to need to kidnap an accountant or something, he just knew it. Except then he'd be expected to pay them, too. Maybe even an annual tithe to the kami of the shrine… which reminded him of something.
Not hire, kidnap. I'm starting to think Lung hasn't quite understood what Sunny wants from him.

"Lee. You know more about this than I. You believe the miko to be authentic? Or at least, the wolf?"

"Yes."
'She smote you with Divine Lightning for attacking her priestess, found and restored a priceless historical artifact and made the Protectorate arrest half the E88 while completely embarrassing both of them in the process. No shit she's authentic, Kenta.' Was what Oni Lee really wanted to say, but he managed to hold his tongue.

"Which kami do they claim to serve?" The assassin fidgeted, a motion that made the hair on Lung's neck prickle. "Lee. Tell me."

He did.

Lung exhaled through his teeth in a long, drawn out "Fffffffhhhhuuuuhhhhhhh…" sound, ending with a click of his teeth on the 'ck!' There went any hope of fulfilling his unlooked-for bargain to the letter only. If he did not handle this carefully, any perceived shortcoming would be an excuse to demand more of him, thus extending this entire troublesome affair. His best option was to turn the table upon his opponent, offer more than he owed, and thereby put the miko in debt to him instead. Or at least forestall any further requests.

Lung. I may be wrong here, but I think you completely misunderstood the situation you are in. Your most loyal enforcer/Best Friend just told you that The Great August Goddess Amaterasu took enough notice of your little kingdom to, at the very least, empower a Priestess and send a powerful Spirit to straighten things out over there. Said pair of Divinely appointed servants then kicked your ass in one meeting and gave you a dressing down in the next one, forced you to give away portions of your territory and basically told you to shape up and act like a decent person.

You gave them a flimsy excuse, which they accepted. Great! Except now they've stripped away that excuse in less than a week, in the most embarrassing way possible. And now, instead of taking the hint and doing as The (Servants and representatives of The) Great August Goddess Who Shines in The Heavens all but told you to your face to act, you're still looking for ways to shirk your duty.

Lung, you're an idiot.

Lung pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking. He had access to a few sources of legal currency-- meaning he had a few ways of laundering money convincingly-- but he was going to need to funnel more through them and contact an agent or two to make the necessary purchases. Seized goods would be cheaper by far, but they carried enough risk that he sincerely doubted the miko cape could handle the legal aspects. And if anything came back to bite her, her kami would have cause to come looking for Lung again. That meant he had to do this clean, on top of needing to reorganize the peasants enough to satisfy the agreement.

Goddamn it. This was going to be expensive. Perhaps he could delay things a bit, with needing to capture more territory and arrange new sources of income.

I honestly pity Lee here. His friend, on top of being a lazy dragon who cares only for his Hoard and his reputation, is terminally incapable of taking a goddamned hint. He seriously considered just laundering money to donate to the shrine and not stopping his criminal dealings at all, while only doing the bare minimum to improve the community.

"Alright. Lee, here is what is going to happen…"


Oni Lee status: [FRUSTRATED INTERNAL SCREAMING INTENSIFIES]

"Alright. Let me get this straight." Director Piggot sighed, leaning back in her chair as far as her aching body would allow her. "Two-thirds of the Empire wiped out in a single week, thanks to a series of increasingly ridiculous coincidences apparently orchestrated by a dog. A dog which may or may not be a very confused Case 53, or a changer cape, or a projection created by a second-gen child of one of our own. Said second-gen, when combined with said dog, has access to a selection of powers that our Thinkers are still trying to unravel the rules to. So much so that today they sent Armsmaster and myself an updated profile that simply labeled her as Shaker: Yes."

And here's the other person in this fic that really deserves a break. I can't imagine what it must be like for Emily to write those reports to the higher-ups.

The aforementioned Tinker bit down on a frustrated huff. "We cannot assign accurate threat ratings to the pair until we understand more about their separate capabilities."

"A task that is looking increasingly unlikely, as analysis of the past week suggests either some fairly daunting combinations of Thinker powers, or straight-up precognition. And I refuse to consider the idea of a fortune-telling dog."

Assault chose to chime in, grinning. "So we're not renaming it 'Nostradogmus,' then?" Battery delivered a quick smack upside the head, before Director Piggot could request it.
Assault continues to be the best Hero in the Protectorate, with no real competition besides Miss Militia. God(dess) knows Halbeard and Chessman aren't in position to compete for that spot and Battery ranks just above "Average" in everything but her Tsukkomi skill, which is top notch.

"I caught up on the recordings today. Purity dropped by on Thursday, while we were moving Hookwolf."

"That's more than just suspiciously timed. No shots fired, I assume, since you're only mentioning this now?" Armsmaster queried. Dauntless flushed slightly at the implied rebuke.

"None. Instead, they had tea. And I didn't hear a recruitment speech, either. Purity seemed kinda flustered, from what I could hear."
Wait, did they actually expect Taylor to try to recruit Purity, the Ex-Neo-Nazi, into the ABB? Or at least her own little Parahuman team which is still clearly affiliated with the ABB? o_O

"Well, at least Brushstroke is on our side." Miss Militia spoke next. "Poor role model behavior aside, I'm a little surprised she hasn't asked to join the Wards. Or why she'd spend so much time fostering peaceful relations with the ABB when her father is a hero. If this is teenage rebellion, it's an odd one."

"Well, that would require her to know that her father is Chessman."

Chessman shifted uncomfortably in his seat as a few sets of eyes turned to him. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't want to worry her, or get her involved in any of this."
Danny, it's quite clear to everyone you're horrible at this "Being a Father" thing. That's fine. Just please, show some self-awareness and stop using those excuses. They clearly aren't convincing anyone.

"Speaking of-- Armsmaster, didn't you say you were sending someone to check out the shrine directly, and ask around about Brushstroke?"

"I did, yes." Armsmaster nodded. "However, the results were...."

* * *

"Oh, it's so good to see the younger generations taking such interest in the old culture."

"Yes, yes. And so polite, too! So rare for young men to have learned any manners, these days."

"Would you like some more dango, Velocity-kun?"

The speedster beamed. "Arigato, Obaasan!"

* * *
The Obaa-chan Collective was clearly running interference for Taylor here. That they also got to dote on a nice young man who can show proper respect for the traditions and the wisdom of the elderly, unlike their no-good grandchildren who either loaf around playing with their cellphones and computers or worse, join that rascal Lung's gang, was simply a welcome bonus.

Armsmaster shook his head. "None. That and the intelligence would support the idea of Good Dog being a changer or a Case 53, which casts some unfortunate implications on its proximity to Brushstroke." Chessman winced. "Still, Chessman's range for controlled minions is quite large, so a projection isn't entirely out of the question. I did some tech trades and have developed a multi-frequency spectrogram device. If I can get close enough to Good Dog, I should be able to scan it and get some more accurate information. There is plenty of cover on the borders of the shrine, and--"

"Armsmaster, you are not creeping around in the bushes trying to take pictures of my daughter."
Well, at least Danny isn't a complete failure as a father. He still has the right instincts.

"...The pair also frequent a public park off the corner of 25th and Rime street."

"Armsmaster you are not creeping around in the bushes of a children's park trying to take pictures of my daughter!"

"I have to sneak up on Good Dog somewhere, Chessman!"
I really have no words here except that Piggot is shaping up to be a good straight woman for the Tsukkomi routine the Protectorate has become.

"So-- the forms. Armsmaster, once that's done, you are going to take a small team and go to the shrine, and you are going to employ the one solution we haven't tried and offer her a place with the Wards. It's a bit unorthodox, but I have high hopes for it."

"Which is?"

"It's called," Director Piggot said, spreading her hands back out in a dramatic pause. "Talking."
That this might legitimately be considered a unorthodox method of dealing with Rogue Capes is both hilarious and facepalm inducing. Let's just hope the team includes people who can actually talk without making an ass of themselves and can at the very least hold a honest conversation that actually touches upon the topics that need to be discussed. Which means someone other than Armsmaster and Chessman.
 
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