I'm gonna write some stupid omake, about what happened when S9 decides Brockton Bay didn't worth the effort and decides Chicago looks nice this time of the year.
It didn't end well.
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Jack Slash didn't really quite get it. All he can read from the person in front of him is that he's a righteous, stick-in-the-mud types, garbed in the medieval-style armor, and most likely related to Chevalier. Or something.
Oh, and his slash can't reach him. Which is probably bigger problem, which in hindsight should be obvious because he fight using 10 inch dagger against 50 inch longsword, but he usually can cheat. But at the moment, somehow, he can't.
The knight-wannabe(?) raising his sword, ready to strike.
"Okay, Slash-man. Feel a bit dull? How about a little sharpening on nice, cold, stone floor? Free courtesy of Chicago Parahuman Response Team?"
Jack Slash answer with an angry, defiant roar and a wild, wide slash.
Next time, stop trying imitating Dresden, the knight sighed as he moved to counter.
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Just a moment before, Broadcast, as usual, tried to pried the... Shard(?) before him. Its broadcast Its own Identity and Purpose, and enquires the... shard before it to do the same.
The Entities before it, receive said Broadcast, and decide to accept the enquires and Broadcast Basically Everything. Its Nature. Its Purpose. How Everything Is Related. Commandment of Sapience. How The Entities and The Host Despised Broadcast Shard and All Its Ilk Prime Directive. theor Goal, and What They Represent. How They Are Not Above The Rules That Govern All Sapient. Repent. Repent. Repent. Or Be Judged.
And Broadcast Be Judged. Like the sinners that threaten Lot.
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It was over. Jack Slash laying on the road, his neck cut open into his torso. He would never hurt anyone again.
Next to him, Michael Carpenter, wipe his Sword clean before sheated it. And praying for another astray lamb, that mistakes power for Truth.
Jack Slash deserves his fate. His countless victims blood stained his hand, some by him directly. Several times Carpentee beckon him to repent, and he refuses every time. At least one time, he used that offer to attempt treachery.
The stab didn't reach his skin, but the tinge still there. Along with Michael's regret, wondering if there's another way. But he had gives Jack Chance, and Jack had squandered it.
What goes around, comes around. And sometimes he, Dresden, along with folks on PRT were the ones that comes around.