very not everyHe could put an iron spike through the wall and the window, if need be, but if the dog's pattern held there would be a Protectorate response somewhere every close by, just waiting for him to out himself by using his powers.
very not everyHe could put an iron spike through the wall and the window, if need be, but if the dog's pattern held there would be a Protectorate response somewhere every close by, just waiting for him to out himself by using his powers.
Scrabbling claws caught her attention as she painted the outline and a couple of stripes, and Sunny hopped off the wall and trotted back over to her.
Unless I'm reading this wrong, Taylor just saw that Sunny was walking on the wall spiderdog style, and ran with it. There's a point at which willful ignorance because unfazed acceptance, and I think she's crossed it.
Taylor: And what do you call tracking mud into my house?
there would be a Protectorate response somewhere every close by
You might be reading it wrong. It's entirely possible you are right, but if there's a border wall around Medhall or next to it, it's entirely possible for a dog to jump on top, especially one as large as Ammy appears to be.
Ammy: Interior decorating.
*facepalm*The dog lunged for its prey again, then lost its supposed footing and plummeted away from Max's office. Max didn't feel the need to check on it, and see if it really had fallen or was just waiting a story below. Instead, he calmly sat at his desk, turned on his computer, and prepared for a very long night.
Ammy does as she pleases, caring not for little things such as gravity or physics in general.
Though at this point Taylor seems a mite Cloud Cookolander. "Yeah, my dog is Spiderdog. But I'm not a parahuman. And it's not a paracanine."
Suuuure Taylor. Sure.
When you talk to goDs,
You might be reading it wrong. It's entirely possible you are right, but if there's a border wall around Medhall or next to it, it's entirely possible for a dog to jump on top, especially one as large as Ammy appears to be.
The phone rang, unanswered and unnoticed even by Max. The phone slowly drifted with his hand, away from his ear, as he stared at the dog outside his window. Outside his twentieth story window.
The doorbell of Lung's apartment rang not five minutes after he saw the news.Ashes pittered down from the end of Lung's cigarette, having burned itself out as the man stared at the television in his living room with dawning horror. Oni Lee, standing behind the couch and watching as well, said nothing. Lung's hand twitched, then pawed for the remote, and he cut off the newscaster before she could spell his fate any further.
"Well, shit."
YESSSSS... aw, dammit! I should have made a Catch-22 joke last chapter! Well. MOVING ON.
"I don't care how you beg, that bed will NEVER be big enough for FOUR.""Max, I asked you not to call me."
"I know, Kayden. But this is important. We need you."
What you did there. I see it.
Because, as near as I can determine from canon, their prisoner holding facility might as well just be equipped with a revolving door."What? They love their Rig, why would they remove their prisoners from Brockton?"
So... he just needs her to flash them? ...with her power, that is."I know, dear Kayden. And I know that this would make you uncomfortable, so all I need from you is a distraction."
...wait. Wait, hold on a second. Did... did Kaiser and/or Krieg just ask Purity, who as I recall from canon is at least partially solar-powered, to... attack the... shrine of....The bright red arch was clearly visible, especially from a bird's-eye view like Purity had.
I... am actually kind of impressed that Purity even knows what a shamisen sounds like, honestly.
*hopeless laughter* Kaiser, your social fu is WEAK compared to Sunny's. Suck it, Nazi boy.Recognition slammed Purity so hard she dropped a couple feet out of the air, and the dog perked up her ears
Man, I can FEEL the awkward from here.
Just out of Kayden's sight, Sunny is eyeballing Worm's canon grimderpness... and flipping it the bird. Somehow.She imagined, for a moment, if she had blasted down the red arch and the little buildings, and then flying down to find the nice girl and her dog crushed in the rubble.
I want you to know that I resisted the urge to make a great many jokes about "the twins" growing. Most of them were related to puberty, in the interests of full disclosure.
The fact that the Protectorate cape mooned them the entire time he was driving away was just insult to injury, really.It was insulting; Chessman didn't even intend to fight them, just leave them to uselessly smash his sacrificed Pawns.
Sunny (very sarcastically): "Woof."She wasn't answering her phone, either, and if she didn't have a very good excuse for ignoring him
The window, the window! His twentieth story window! (Dammit, that song will be stuck in my head for DAYS now.)The phone rang, unanswered and unnoticed even by Max. The phone slowly drifted with his hand, away from his ear, as he stared at the dog outside his window. Outside his twentieth story window.
It wasn't inscrutable! Taylor asked nicely! Asking nicely is VERY scrutable!It had come out of nowhere, and had played a role in capturing a third of the Empire's powered forces on some inscrutable whim.
Max is an asshole... but he can recognize a pattern!Max took a breath and canceled the phone call. He could put an iron spike through the wall and the window, if need be, but if the dog's pattern held there would be a Protectorate response somewhere every close by, just waiting for him to out himself by using his powers.
"Woof."
When you're LESS polite than the white supremacist.... Wow, Lung. You have TERRIBLE manners.She hadn't even mentioned capes or the Empire at all, which at least put her above Lung for courtesy.
And Taylor has gone all the way around to "numb to the weirdness." She's on the downhill side of the insanity mountain and is enjoying the fact that she no longer needs to pedal!Sunny hopped off the wall and trotted back over to her. Taylor stared--so that's where she'd gone-- but then shook her head with a smile.
*wild, hysterical laughter* You glorious beast, US.Ashes pittered down from the end of Lung's cigarette, having burned itself out as the man stared at the television in his living room with dawning horror. Oni Lee, standing behind the couch and watching as well, said nothing. Lung's hand twitched, then pawed for the remote, and he cut off the newscaster before she could spell his fate any further.
"Well, shit."
Taylor stared--so that was where she'd gone-- but then shook her head with a smile.
Timeline 8
doG. (starts rocking back and forth in a corner crying)
Timeline 1
dog.
Timeline dropped
Timeline 2
Dog.
Timeline dropped
Timeline 3
Dog?
Timeline dropped
Timeline 4
Dog?!?
Timeline dropped
Timeline 5
doG!
Timeline dropped
Timeline 6
DoG!
Timeline dropped
Timeline 7
doG.
Timeline dropped
Timeline 8
doG. (starts rocking back and forth in a corner crying)
Timeline 10: HOW AM I STILL PETTING THE GOOD DOG?!?
Just because his shard can't stimulate what she does, doesn't mean it can't stimulate the observed effects.Which is all well and good, right up until you remember Coil's power is all simulations an the timeline he "chose" is actually the one his power predicted he would be using in the first place and the simulated one is the one it knew would be dropped from the start.
Kind of borks it when it has something it can't simulate. Like Exaltations orGodssdoG and celestial brush techs.