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Constellations (Worm/Okami)

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OhmygoD... a new chapter?!

Squees, reads new chapter, squees again, immediately plans to start reading Constellations from chapter 1 again in celebration!

Glad to see you back!
 
Oh, Tattletale. You might be done with doG but doG is not done with you. If she really wanted to bribe her she should have brought booze.
 
FaerieKnight79 said:
I bet after Chessman's civilian identity got outed both Kaiser and Lung began to regret that the DWU was wrecked like it had been. After all, he'd likely been a cape before that without noticing. It was the Union getting destroyed that pushed him to become Chessman.
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Somehow I completely missed the bit in the fic where it was mentioned that the DWU building got torched. I am quite embarrassed about that. Moving on! I wouldn't be surprised if the DWU burning down was Danny's trigger event.
 
JumperPrime said:
Somehow I completely missed the bit in the fic where it was mentioned that the DWU building got torched. I am quite embarrassed about that. Moving on! I wouldn't be surprised if the DWU burning down was Danny's trigger event.
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Information post about Chessman's powers. It says that he got his power, didn't do anything with them, and then he retaliated when the E88 destroyed the Unions HQ when they refused to play ball with the Empire.
 
JumperPrime said:
Somehow I completely missed the bit in the fic where it was mentioned that the DWU building got torched. I am quite embarrassed about that. Moving on! I wouldn't be surprised if the DWU burning down was Danny's trigger event.
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Tail end of chapter one:

UnwelcomeStorm said:
Daniel Hebert woke up late, his head pounding, and his mouth scuzzy. He hauled himself off the couch and trudged to the kitchen, filling a glass of water with mindless, habitual proficiency. He turned to the freezer above the fridge for an ice cube. Before he reached it, cold drenched his skin and prickled along the hairs on his arms. He scrubbed sleep from his eyes.

On the fridge was a sheet of thick paper, taped to the appliance and so new it was still damp. Simple, minimalist even, just a few broad lines and cloudy expanses of color. Peach-colored skin, a halo of black curls, two circles for glasses... Daniel groped for a chair, missed, and fell to the floor instead. The watercolor portrait of his wife stared back at him, when his head cleared again.

He thought there'd been—

He shook his head. It didn't matter right now. Daniel Hebert stood up.
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This was his likely trigger event.
 
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Omake: A Problem of Momentum: Physics's Revenge
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    • A Problem of Momentum: Physics's Revenge​

    By all rights, Sunny should be delighted.
    There was a peaceful shrine, a warm hot spring, a bakery, and now a bar.
    What more could a doG want?

    Unfortunately, Sunny had a harsh mistress.
    A cruel and strict 'owner' that had unreasonable restrictions on things like "no waking me up at 2AM" and "no paint dog-prints on the ceiling" and "no waking me up at 2AM to paint dripping from the dog-prints on the ceiling."
    Even worse, she was a teetotaler.
    Sunny wasn't completely certain she had a soul.

    The end result was that Taylor wasn't completely on board with "Operation:Never-Sober-Sunny" and Sunny had grudgingly come to admit that she was growing devious.

    It started with a fairly strict policy of picking up drinks at the bar.
    This was meant to establish zoning, as well as encourage people to moderate their drinking and soaking.
    Unfortunately this also meant there weren't any waitresses delivering drinks to thirsty doGs with puppy-eyes.

    The second issue was the height of the bar itself.
    It was beautiful, well-polished, and just a bit too tall for Sunny to peek over it.
    Again, a decidedly discriminatory "no dogs on the bar" rule turned it into a nigh impassible barrier to the fermented goodness.

    The obvious solution lay with the bar stools conveniently provided.
    But they were a trap!
    The seats were small, polished and slippery enough to be a challenge for a dog Sunny's "perfectly reasonable thank you" size to sit on at the best of times.
    Increasing the challenge, the seats spun with the slightest breeze and the tiny backs limited the angles of approach and made it even easier to spin.

    By necessity, any attempt to jump onto the seats implies some degree of horizontal motion which had led to several incidents that had certainly never happened.

    In theory, Sunny could go behind the bar and acquire whatever drinks she so desired, but there was something about the challenge that was irresistible.
    Not to mention it tickled her sense of humor to sit at the bar and drink like a human.


    So after careful analysis, Sunny had figured it out.
    Sometimes to go forward, one had to go backward.

    Sunny carefully lined herself up with the stool and faced the rear wall.
    She checked for wandering people, wind direction and ferocious squirrels before finally launching herself at the rear wall!
    Right before hitting the wall, she hopped up and ran for the few step up the wall before making the even more challenging transition to the ceiling.
    Racing along the ceiling, back the way she came, she dodged rafters and fixtures until she was slightly past the stool below.
    There she pivoted off a joist and flipped straight down in a half-gainer to land with a thump on the stool!
    Then her tail finished it's arc with a slight wag of victory that made...the...seat...tip.
    Sunny had one moment of victory before she felt her center of mass shift and the seat rotate under her.

    "YYYYiiiipppp" *Thump*

    Taylor looked over the bar she was slowly polishing.
    "Almost Sunny, but not quite."



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    • As others have rightfully pointed out before me;
    Step 1: Read
    Step 2: *Squee*
    Step 3: *GLOMP*
    Step 4: re-read
    Step 5: repeat
     
    jwolfe_beta said:
    TT is not going to take any possible chance of ending up in Good doG's debt again. She's overpaying, stating in as blunt terms as possible that they're even, and making sure that she never encounters the BS canine and it's pet human ever again.
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    Yeah, about that...

    See here:
    Sir_Braazmiir said:
    And Lisa, you should know better than to think your debt to Amaterasu repaid in full... Or is that what seems to be your power's raw ineptitude to comprehend divinity?
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    Hang on. I just reread Danny's informational post. He prefers mass-produced army units because they count as one item to his powers, but he's holding stuff back in reserve.

    He also DMs for Piggot, Dragon, and several ENE capes every other week, now including Armsmaster.

    They totally play with minis, don't they? Minis that he's been handling and making story with for however long the group has been gaming.

    Chessmaster may not yet have attended an Endbringer fight, but when he does he's going to have some champions formed with the rules of 3.x characters with epic levels, won't he?

    A lot of epic levels. (Although I assume his power won't let him get away with Pun-Pun. Or the more abusive spellcasting powers. But a Fighter or Ranger with epic levels and gear to match might be able to impress heroes that aren't the Triumvirate.)

    Also, it's apparently common for poodles to figure out how to balance on their hind feet, even without a human training them to. (Although because they do it so well, compared to other breeds, some rather abusive routines can be forced on them.) Anyway, how hard would it be for Ammy to figure out how to balance on her hind feet?

    How tall would she be if she did? Everyone keeps forgetting how huge Ammy is when she's not in plain sight.

    How long would it take her to start to practice using her forepaws? How capable are her dewclaws?

    How hard would it be to puppy-eye Kid Win, Armsmaster, and/or Dragon into make prosthetic paw-booties for her front paws that effectively give her fingers and opposable thumbs?

    Can she also get a saddle, color-coordinated so that her miko can ride her saddle-side while looking all demure and proper about it?
     
    jwolfe_beta said:
    TT is not going to take any possible chance of ending up in Good doG's debt again. She's overpaying, stating in as blunt terms as possible that they're even, and making sure that she never encounters the BS canine and it's pet human ever again.
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    Negotiator was fairly certain that said... Dog... Entity had been overpaid. Rightly so.

    Sadly, it was mistaken.

    Dog Entity happily intrude it's... comm... space (somehow?) and declare that while the debt maybe had been paid fully in material wealth, sadly Negotiator was still a Foreign Entity intruding into Her Domain and according to Local Custom, she can, well, should obliterate this Foreign Entity that encroach Local Custom and taking advantage of their Subject in rude manners with final goal that was detriment of, well, Everyone in The Realm. Negotiator tried to call her bluff.

    That's when she introduces Storm Entities and Moon Entities and Fire Entities and....

    [UNKNOWN]

    [IRRATIONAL]

    [FEAR]

    [TERROR]

    [PLEA]

    [FEAR]

    [TERROR]

    [FEAR]

    [CRISIS]

    [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] [FEAR] [TERROR] -

    [STATIC]

    [REBUILD]

    Dog Entities said if Negotiator is capiche with her. All Negotiator can do is basically whimper in terror-like state.

    *****

    That night, Tattletale felt unexplainable dread. That's it, no more Japanese Horror Film for her!
     
    I think y'all are missing the point.

    You can't pay off a God(dess) to get them to ignore you. They are beyond worldly desires-

    Sunny rides by on a hoverboard, drinking a jug of sake and wearing sunglasses. As she passes, she turns and slowly, deliberately, winks.

    ...
     
    Albert said:
    Hang on. I just reread Danny's informational post. He prefers mass-produced army units because they count as one item to his powers, but he's holding stuff back in reserve.

    He also DMs for Piggot, Dragon, and several ENE capes every other week, now including Armsmaster.

    They totally play with minis, don't they? Minis that he's been handling and making story with for however long the group has been gaming.

    Chessmaster may not yet have attended an Endbringer fight, but when he does he's going to have some champions formed with the rules of 3.x characters with epic levels, won't he?

    A lot of epic levels. (Although I assume his power won't let him get away with Pun-Pun. Or the more abusive spellcasting powers. But a Fighter or Ranger with epic levels and gear to match might be able to impress heroes that aren't the Triumvirate.)
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    About that, he already used 'em and the Chimera Taylor gifted him when some Merchant Lackleys realized way too late that they had done fucked up, the Chimera was even breathing fire and everything.
     
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