Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
From what I've seen in the thread, they're the Yatagarasu of Sparrow Clan.
Constellations (Worm/Okami)
- Thread starter UnwelcomeStorm
- Start date
One of the sections of the game involves an entire inn of yakuza sparrows.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There was a bathhouse run by sparrows in the game.
OffBrandANON
eldritch horror, pink flamingo
- Location
- California, USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
they run a bathhouse!
edit: ninja'd
Chapter 52
UnwelcomeStorm
BARK! BARK! BARK!
- Location
- United States
52
Director Piggot's office was filled with the rapid tak-tak-tak of her keyboard. With the last of the Empire's capes captured and the Brockton Bay Police Department under extreme pressure by the mayor to round up the gang's unpowered members or else, Director Piggot was faced with the most important and time-sensitive matter that was going to shape how the city progressed from here:
Keeping her capes busy.
It wasn't a matter of hyperbole. Brockton Bay now had the highest ratio of heroes to villains of any major city in the United States, and what villains were left weren't the types to start major trouble. That meant two things were about to occur: one, that gangs and villains from outside the city would make a violent push to claim little fiefdoms for themselves; and two, that requests would be coming in for her city's roster of Protectorate heroes to be transferred to other cities in need of backup. That doing so would only accelerate and worsen the damages of the first part didn't matter to the other Directors. They had their own cities to run and would do whatever they could to make that a more manageable task.
Piggot didn't blame them, but neither did she have any intention of helping them. Her requests for more capes had been ignored for years, like hell was she giving up any advantages now. That meant she needed reasonable cause to keep all her current capes stationed within Brockton Bay. And that meant keeping them busy. She was going to have to turn to some rather unorthodox measures.
A knock at her office door brought her attention back away from her computer, just in time for the men and women of the local Protectorate to file in for the meeting she'd requested. Director Piggot wasted no time. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've called you in today because there are going to be some sweeping changes to your schedules made. First of all, I will be working with Armsmaster to revise the patrol routes and schedules: from now on, you'll be patrolling alone or with a Ward, as our areas of operations have necessarily expanded to encompass the entire city for once. Reporting in cape sightings or unusual events takes high priority, if someone like the Teeth is hoping to show up I want to know about it."
She slid a couple of papers over her desk towards Armsmaster, who took them without a word. "This will include ABB territory and Shrine territory, provided that Lung doesn't get uppity and that Brushstroke does not lever any complaints-- if either occurs we will re-evaluate at that time. Any questions?"
Miss Militia raised one hand slightly. "One, ma'am. Who's on Shrine duty this week?"
"Assault, and you can choose two Wards to go with you if they've volunteered. There's initial reports that that bathhouse Brushstroke and Good Dog have been building is nearing completion, and I want you to check on it. If we're about to get an influx of powered tourists, I want to know about that too."
Piggot heard Assault mutter something that sounded suspiciously like 'hot springs episode!' A grim smile started across her face. "In addition, there's going to be a change to the disciplinary systems around here. So as to provide a better impression to the public, particularly in light of recent events, all minor infractions and demerits you have earned will be paid for by using your powers for public works projects and community service instead of administrative probation and extra Console duties. Also, the buying and selling of punishment detail will no longer be permitted, but any banked punishment time you already have will need to be paid, Assault."
That got a reaction, not just an indignant squawk from the Breaker. This policy would eat into the heroes' free time by an order of magnitude more than the previous light punishments. Piggot let the complaints continue for a few moments before raising her hand and interrupting. "I've already worked it out with the Mayor, so get used to it. One last thing: I'm adjusting your and the Wards' mandatory sessions with a therapist from once every three months to every other week."
"This is absurd!"
"We're not gonna have time for all--"
"This is greatly overstepping your bounds, Director."
"I can't believe this...!"
"Too bad. I'm already in negotiations for PRT therapists to be rotated into the local branch. The new policies take effect starting Monday. Armsmaster I want the revised patrol routes and times on my desk by tomorrow evening. Dismissed." The Tinker's expression was stiff in unmistakable anger, but he nodded once and led the procession of capes back out of her office. She was sure a heated discussion among them was going to explode as soon as they were out of earshot, but that wasn't her problem. What was going to be her problem, was--
The phone rang, on a priority line. Speak of the devil, she supposed. She answered it, with a quick, "How can I help you, Chief Director?"
"Director Piggot. I got your report on the state of Brockton Bay. Some congratulations are in order."
"Thank you. It's been an uphill slog for many years."
"Indeed. Which is why the suddenness of these improvements is so remarkable."
Piggot knew a leading statement when she heard it. "Sudden, but not unwelcome. Once we got a bit of a buffer in the stalemate between local gang forces, providing some security from massive collateral damage, it was much easier to act. The local protectorate capes have been preparing for just such an opening for years."
"I see that. And... what is this request for therapists about, if I may ask?"
Stay calm. She needed to sound confident if she was going to pull this off. "Now that we have a little breathing room, I decided it was a good time to work on improving the local Protectorate capes' state of mind and quality of life. Hopefully in time, they'll be happier and more emotionally stable."
"Happier?"
"Yes. As being healthier and happier will improve their work performance, I'm of the opinion that taking care of the capes I have under my responsibility should be a priority."
"I see." There was a slight pause. "Director Piggot, would you mind holding for a little bit? I have another call."
"Of course," she answered. The line switched over to some tuneless elevator music.
Two minutes later a Master/Stranger containment team burst through her office door and hosed the entire room down with containment foam.
* * *
Roughly 48 hours later, after Director Piggot had been released from Master/Stranger questioning, Armsmaster found himself in front of her office door once more. One hand held a manila folder full of the proposed changes to the patrol routes; a flash drive with the accompanying digital versions of the maps and plans was pinned to the folder as well. His other hand kept clenching and unclenching into a fist and back as Armsmaster hesitated. He'd very nearly not requested the meeting, but Dragon had a way of talking him into doing things that he'd rather avoid. Armsmaster took a deep breath, released it slowly, then knocked.
"Enter."
He did so, closing the door quietly behind him. The Director looked even more snappish than usual, not that he could blame her. He'd become quite familiar with the M/S cells lately and they weren't exactly a good time. She barely glanced up at him before returning her permanent scowl to her computer. "Armsmaster. What is it?"
"A couple things, Director. First, I have the proposed revisions to the patrol routes." He set the folder onto the desk in front of her, and she flipped it open for a look. "I thought it prudent to include two versions, one with the Shrine territory and one without. I've just sent Chessman over there to ask for Brushstroke's permission to patrol the area."
The admission galled, to think that the Protectorate needed the approval of a 15-year old girl. From the frown that twisted on Piggot's face, she felt the same way. It was still a better situation than they had been in just last year, which really spoke to how deadlocked the city had been. "Very well. What else?"
Alright, stay steady. Remember what Dragon said about maintenance and downtime. "I've submitted a request to use a few of my vacation days."
Director Piggot blinked at him, uncomprehending. "Paid out?"
"No. As time off."
She leaned back in her chair, now giving him her full attention. Armsmaster was thankful his visor hid his eyes, so she couldn't see him glancing towards where her hand was relative to the Master/Stranger team call button. "You want time off. And what brought this on?"
"This is the first time I've felt I could step away for five minutes and not come back to find the entire city literally on fire."
She frowned at him for another moment, then sighed, the suspicion leaving her expression. "I suppose I can't argue with that reasoning. I would rather you wait for a better time, though."
"I don't think there will be a better time," he replied, belatedly realizing that was probably her intention. If he waited, it was likely that the local scene would heat up again, and then he wouldn't be able to take time off at all-- either by her authority, or his own sense of commitment.
"I suppose I'll have to put Dauntless in charge while you're away," she said. Even knowing it was probably at attempt to bait him, it still sent a spark of anger through Armsmaster. Dauntless, in charge of his city? Punch-clock hero Dauntless? Inexperienced, naive, totally unprepared Dauntless?
…
Inexperienced, naive, and totally unprepared Dauntless. In charge of Brockton Bay. Director Piggot's hand twitched towards the Master/Stranger call button as a smile spread across Armsmaster's face. "I think that's an excellent idea."
"What."
"I fully support this course of action. It will be good for him."
"Wait..."
"I'll be sure to organize a few things so he'll have an easier time taking care of the schedules and paperwork. Thank you for your approval of my request, Director."
Armsmaster smiled all the way back to his office.
* * *
Chessman pulled up to the Pawprint Shrine's sidewalk, not bothering to really park the vehicle he was in. There wasn't much point to carefully trying to parallel park when the ATV was just going to be shrunk down into his pocket in a minute. He had more important things to worry about, like the covered glass container in the passenger seat. It belonged to Mrs Henrick, as did the potholders he used to pick it up, and the wrapped bundle of silverware sitting on top of the dish's plastic cover. Chessman waited for the ATV to finish returning to its normal, inert plastic state, then carefully set the dish on the sidewalk long enough for him to pick up the vehicle and slip it securely into one of his costume's belt pouches.
Knocking on the Shrine's office door was a bit of a hassle, but Taylor opened it up quickly. Her face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. "Hey Dad! What brings you here? Oh, sorry, come in!"
"I needed to stop by for business anyway, so I thought I'd bring lunch. Have you eaten?"
"No, not yet. What's the business? Here, I'll make tea."
Over in the other half of the office, in a nest of blankets and pillows, was his daughter's power. Sunny looked up when he entered, one canine eyebrow quirked. Her tail started wagging steadily as Taylor got him settled. She had a kettle heating for tea faster than he could blink. "Ah... have you got any plates? I'm afraid I forgot."
"Yeah, just a sec."
Chessman busied himself with removing his mask and setting it aside, as Taylor set the office's desk like a table. She made sure to grab an extra plate for Sunny, who had padded over to sit nearby. "As for work, Armsmaster asked me to stop by and see if you'd be amenable to having Protectorate patrols in the area."
"That's... a bit tricky. I'd rather not condone confrontations between the ABB-- sorry, Local 433—and the Protectorate. I suppose it depends on how much you're planning to police the area, as opposed to just making appearances. I'll ask Oni Lee to check in with Lung about it, the next time he picks up Dinah."
That was still such a surreal sentence to hear her say. "That's fair. I'll ask Armsmaster about it, and see if we can come to an informal agreement."
"Sounds good. On a more important note: lunch!" Taylor opened up the container he'd brought, and smiled. "You made meatloaf?"
"Mhm. Mrs Henrick gave me sass about the green peppers, but I stuck to the recipe."
They chatted together about things as they ate, whatever came to mind. Decorations for the hot spring, news from the old Dockworkers, funny anecdotes about Danny's co-workers and Taylor's partner. Sure, it may have taken a year or so, and upending the city, making national news, and blowing up their home, but... they were talking. Together. Having dinner as a family.
They'd have to do this again sometime. They fact that it was a given that they could made Danny feel like years of stress had fallen from his shoulders, like the sun was finally peeking through the clouds.
"Alright, sweetheart, I have to get back to work."
"Mhm, me too," Taylor said. Unbidden, she walked around the desk and gave him a hug. "Thanks for coming by, Dad."
"Anytime, Taylor... oh, hold on. I had something to give you." Danny checked his belt pouches until he found the one not occupied by figurines for his power to use. "I may have done a bit of asking around, and a few neighbors may have mentioned you were collecting something."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sunny nod her head, the shape and angle of the canine's face making it seem like the wolf was giving him a gentle smile. Danny wasn't sure why, but he returned it. He took Taylor's hand and placed the gift in her palm: a set of dice, from a d4 to a d20, with small holes bored carefully into each so they they could be threaded onto a string. He'd picked the swirled blue and green set from his lab for the gift. "Maybe not the most practical, but..."
"No, I love it. They're really pretty, thank you."
"You're welcome, kiddo."
* * *
Taylor wasn't even surprised when Sunny led her to the box, once her father had left. The wolf didn't look at all guilty about it, either, but Taylor got the distinct impression she was pleased. Taylor rolled the dice carefully into the section reserved for the Sheep, then tousled Sunny's ears.
"I hope he comes by on a Thursday, sometime. I'll play Mom's flute for him."
Director Piggot's office was filled with the rapid tak-tak-tak of her keyboard. With the last of the Empire's capes captured and the Brockton Bay Police Department under extreme pressure by the mayor to round up the gang's unpowered members or else, Director Piggot was faced with the most important and time-sensitive matter that was going to shape how the city progressed from here:
Keeping her capes busy.
It wasn't a matter of hyperbole. Brockton Bay now had the highest ratio of heroes to villains of any major city in the United States, and what villains were left weren't the types to start major trouble. That meant two things were about to occur: one, that gangs and villains from outside the city would make a violent push to claim little fiefdoms for themselves; and two, that requests would be coming in for her city's roster of Protectorate heroes to be transferred to other cities in need of backup. That doing so would only accelerate and worsen the damages of the first part didn't matter to the other Directors. They had their own cities to run and would do whatever they could to make that a more manageable task.
Piggot didn't blame them, but neither did she have any intention of helping them. Her requests for more capes had been ignored for years, like hell was she giving up any advantages now. That meant she needed reasonable cause to keep all her current capes stationed within Brockton Bay. And that meant keeping them busy. She was going to have to turn to some rather unorthodox measures.
A knock at her office door brought her attention back away from her computer, just in time for the men and women of the local Protectorate to file in for the meeting she'd requested. Director Piggot wasted no time. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've called you in today because there are going to be some sweeping changes to your schedules made. First of all, I will be working with Armsmaster to revise the patrol routes and schedules: from now on, you'll be patrolling alone or with a Ward, as our areas of operations have necessarily expanded to encompass the entire city for once. Reporting in cape sightings or unusual events takes high priority, if someone like the Teeth is hoping to show up I want to know about it."
She slid a couple of papers over her desk towards Armsmaster, who took them without a word. "This will include ABB territory and Shrine territory, provided that Lung doesn't get uppity and that Brushstroke does not lever any complaints-- if either occurs we will re-evaluate at that time. Any questions?"
Miss Militia raised one hand slightly. "One, ma'am. Who's on Shrine duty this week?"
"Assault, and you can choose two Wards to go with you if they've volunteered. There's initial reports that that bathhouse Brushstroke and Good Dog have been building is nearing completion, and I want you to check on it. If we're about to get an influx of powered tourists, I want to know about that too."
Piggot heard Assault mutter something that sounded suspiciously like 'hot springs episode!' A grim smile started across her face. "In addition, there's going to be a change to the disciplinary systems around here. So as to provide a better impression to the public, particularly in light of recent events, all minor infractions and demerits you have earned will be paid for by using your powers for public works projects and community service instead of administrative probation and extra Console duties. Also, the buying and selling of punishment detail will no longer be permitted, but any banked punishment time you already have will need to be paid, Assault."
That got a reaction, not just an indignant squawk from the Breaker. This policy would eat into the heroes' free time by an order of magnitude more than the previous light punishments. Piggot let the complaints continue for a few moments before raising her hand and interrupting. "I've already worked it out with the Mayor, so get used to it. One last thing: I'm adjusting your and the Wards' mandatory sessions with a therapist from once every three months to every other week."
"This is absurd!"
"We're not gonna have time for all--"
"This is greatly overstepping your bounds, Director."
"I can't believe this...!"
"Too bad. I'm already in negotiations for PRT therapists to be rotated into the local branch. The new policies take effect starting Monday. Armsmaster I want the revised patrol routes and times on my desk by tomorrow evening. Dismissed." The Tinker's expression was stiff in unmistakable anger, but he nodded once and led the procession of capes back out of her office. She was sure a heated discussion among them was going to explode as soon as they were out of earshot, but that wasn't her problem. What was going to be her problem, was--
The phone rang, on a priority line. Speak of the devil, she supposed. She answered it, with a quick, "How can I help you, Chief Director?"
"Director Piggot. I got your report on the state of Brockton Bay. Some congratulations are in order."
"Thank you. It's been an uphill slog for many years."
"Indeed. Which is why the suddenness of these improvements is so remarkable."
Piggot knew a leading statement when she heard it. "Sudden, but not unwelcome. Once we got a bit of a buffer in the stalemate between local gang forces, providing some security from massive collateral damage, it was much easier to act. The local protectorate capes have been preparing for just such an opening for years."
"I see that. And... what is this request for therapists about, if I may ask?"
Stay calm. She needed to sound confident if she was going to pull this off. "Now that we have a little breathing room, I decided it was a good time to work on improving the local Protectorate capes' state of mind and quality of life. Hopefully in time, they'll be happier and more emotionally stable."
"Happier?"
"Yes. As being healthier and happier will improve their work performance, I'm of the opinion that taking care of the capes I have under my responsibility should be a priority."
"I see." There was a slight pause. "Director Piggot, would you mind holding for a little bit? I have another call."
"Of course," she answered. The line switched over to some tuneless elevator music.
Two minutes later a Master/Stranger containment team burst through her office door and hosed the entire room down with containment foam.
* * *
Roughly 48 hours later, after Director Piggot had been released from Master/Stranger questioning, Armsmaster found himself in front of her office door once more. One hand held a manila folder full of the proposed changes to the patrol routes; a flash drive with the accompanying digital versions of the maps and plans was pinned to the folder as well. His other hand kept clenching and unclenching into a fist and back as Armsmaster hesitated. He'd very nearly not requested the meeting, but Dragon had a way of talking him into doing things that he'd rather avoid. Armsmaster took a deep breath, released it slowly, then knocked.
"Enter."
He did so, closing the door quietly behind him. The Director looked even more snappish than usual, not that he could blame her. He'd become quite familiar with the M/S cells lately and they weren't exactly a good time. She barely glanced up at him before returning her permanent scowl to her computer. "Armsmaster. What is it?"
"A couple things, Director. First, I have the proposed revisions to the patrol routes." He set the folder onto the desk in front of her, and she flipped it open for a look. "I thought it prudent to include two versions, one with the Shrine territory and one without. I've just sent Chessman over there to ask for Brushstroke's permission to patrol the area."
The admission galled, to think that the Protectorate needed the approval of a 15-year old girl. From the frown that twisted on Piggot's face, she felt the same way. It was still a better situation than they had been in just last year, which really spoke to how deadlocked the city had been. "Very well. What else?"
Alright, stay steady. Remember what Dragon said about maintenance and downtime. "I've submitted a request to use a few of my vacation days."
Director Piggot blinked at him, uncomprehending. "Paid out?"
"No. As time off."
She leaned back in her chair, now giving him her full attention. Armsmaster was thankful his visor hid his eyes, so she couldn't see him glancing towards where her hand was relative to the Master/Stranger team call button. "You want time off. And what brought this on?"
"This is the first time I've felt I could step away for five minutes and not come back to find the entire city literally on fire."
She frowned at him for another moment, then sighed, the suspicion leaving her expression. "I suppose I can't argue with that reasoning. I would rather you wait for a better time, though."
"I don't think there will be a better time," he replied, belatedly realizing that was probably her intention. If he waited, it was likely that the local scene would heat up again, and then he wouldn't be able to take time off at all-- either by her authority, or his own sense of commitment.
"I suppose I'll have to put Dauntless in charge while you're away," she said. Even knowing it was probably at attempt to bait him, it still sent a spark of anger through Armsmaster. Dauntless, in charge of his city? Punch-clock hero Dauntless? Inexperienced, naive, totally unprepared Dauntless?
…
Inexperienced, naive, and totally unprepared Dauntless. In charge of Brockton Bay. Director Piggot's hand twitched towards the Master/Stranger call button as a smile spread across Armsmaster's face. "I think that's an excellent idea."
"What."
"I fully support this course of action. It will be good for him."
"Wait..."
"I'll be sure to organize a few things so he'll have an easier time taking care of the schedules and paperwork. Thank you for your approval of my request, Director."
Armsmaster smiled all the way back to his office.
* * *
Chessman pulled up to the Pawprint Shrine's sidewalk, not bothering to really park the vehicle he was in. There wasn't much point to carefully trying to parallel park when the ATV was just going to be shrunk down into his pocket in a minute. He had more important things to worry about, like the covered glass container in the passenger seat. It belonged to Mrs Henrick, as did the potholders he used to pick it up, and the wrapped bundle of silverware sitting on top of the dish's plastic cover. Chessman waited for the ATV to finish returning to its normal, inert plastic state, then carefully set the dish on the sidewalk long enough for him to pick up the vehicle and slip it securely into one of his costume's belt pouches.
Knocking on the Shrine's office door was a bit of a hassle, but Taylor opened it up quickly. Her face lit up with a smile at the sight of him. "Hey Dad! What brings you here? Oh, sorry, come in!"
"I needed to stop by for business anyway, so I thought I'd bring lunch. Have you eaten?"
"No, not yet. What's the business? Here, I'll make tea."
Over in the other half of the office, in a nest of blankets and pillows, was his daughter's power. Sunny looked up when he entered, one canine eyebrow quirked. Her tail started wagging steadily as Taylor got him settled. She had a kettle heating for tea faster than he could blink. "Ah... have you got any plates? I'm afraid I forgot."
"Yeah, just a sec."
Chessman busied himself with removing his mask and setting it aside, as Taylor set the office's desk like a table. She made sure to grab an extra plate for Sunny, who had padded over to sit nearby. "As for work, Armsmaster asked me to stop by and see if you'd be amenable to having Protectorate patrols in the area."
"That's... a bit tricky. I'd rather not condone confrontations between the ABB-- sorry, Local 433—and the Protectorate. I suppose it depends on how much you're planning to police the area, as opposed to just making appearances. I'll ask Oni Lee to check in with Lung about it, the next time he picks up Dinah."
That was still such a surreal sentence to hear her say. "That's fair. I'll ask Armsmaster about it, and see if we can come to an informal agreement."
"Sounds good. On a more important note: lunch!" Taylor opened up the container he'd brought, and smiled. "You made meatloaf?"
"Mhm. Mrs Henrick gave me sass about the green peppers, but I stuck to the recipe."
They chatted together about things as they ate, whatever came to mind. Decorations for the hot spring, news from the old Dockworkers, funny anecdotes about Danny's co-workers and Taylor's partner. Sure, it may have taken a year or so, and upending the city, making national news, and blowing up their home, but... they were talking. Together. Having dinner as a family.
They'd have to do this again sometime. They fact that it was a given that they could made Danny feel like years of stress had fallen from his shoulders, like the sun was finally peeking through the clouds.
"Alright, sweetheart, I have to get back to work."
"Mhm, me too," Taylor said. Unbidden, she walked around the desk and gave him a hug. "Thanks for coming by, Dad."
"Anytime, Taylor... oh, hold on. I had something to give you." Danny checked his belt pouches until he found the one not occupied by figurines for his power to use. "I may have done a bit of asking around, and a few neighbors may have mentioned you were collecting something."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sunny nod her head, the shape and angle of the canine's face making it seem like the wolf was giving him a gentle smile. Danny wasn't sure why, but he returned it. He took Taylor's hand and placed the gift in her palm: a set of dice, from a d4 to a d20, with small holes bored carefully into each so they they could be threaded onto a string. He'd picked the swirled blue and green set from his lab for the gift. "Maybe not the most practical, but..."
"No, I love it. They're really pretty, thank you."
"You're welcome, kiddo."
* * *
Taylor wasn't even surprised when Sunny led her to the box, once her father had left. The wolf didn't look at all guilty about it, either, but Taylor got the distinct impression she was pleased. Taylor rolled the dice carefully into the section reserved for the Sheep, then tousled Sunny's ears.
"I hope he comes by on a Thursday, sometime. I'll play Mom's flute for him."
- Location
- Who knows?
Ahaha oh God the spite from Armsmaster there. Good job on him social judo-ing that threat from Piggott though!
- Location
- Bowling Green
What did she roll?
- Location
- Elsewhere
Sure he says that now, but how many times did he park something before he realized it wasn't necessary?
Nope the d20 rolled snake eyes ;P
- Location
- Here
Ack! Right in my feels!
You play that flute, little owl. You play that flute hard.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
Armsmaster appears to have had a revelation regarding bureaucracy and punishments. His CHA and WIS must finally be catching up to his INT.
Aesura
Dragonkitty
- Location
- Under a rock on a rock
i never heard of that other fic, what's it about?
Matsci
Grash itsh griah! Rwar arr rawrrawrarar!
Something something giving dauntless enough rope....
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
Dragon's idea about game night turned out to be a good one after all.
Taylor triggers as a sungoodess/wolfgirl and the first thing she does is chase her tail.Her first divine act ist drying the clothes.
But it goes down from that with Merchants driving trucks over their unconsious co -merchants and all asians having chi
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- Location
- Canada, probably
That sounds pretty excellent, actually. Maybe I'll give it a—
Er. Plausible, but I don't like the tone it sets. Seems at odds with the fluff we started with. But if that's the worst—
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no.
KongouBongo
Always got to make time for tea-time!
- Location
- 26°9'1"N 121°22'57"E
- Location
- Pale Blue Dot
"I'm sure you will have a chance to show how competent you really are while I'm gone."Naww it will be good for him, adversity build character
Right now? Armsmaster can let Dauntless fail miserably on his own merits without the cost being a dead city. It's technically possible that Dauntless manages to rise to the occasion and learn enough from it to barely dogpaddle through - but that's acceptable too. Because it means that Dauntless will have learned that he needs to work for it.
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Speaker4thesilen
Superpower: Common Sense
- Location
- Noneya Business
Personally, I loved Alexandria immediately calling Master/Stranger teams down on Piggot. Excellent chapter, US. I laughed so hard I almost did myself an injury.
wtdtd
slow thinker, with crippling abundance of time
- Location
- The Netherlands
linky? i wanna see how bad this gets.