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Devil Trigger (Devil May Cry/Worm AU)

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Garreon said:
Ooooooooh, thats a confirmation if i ever saw one.
Also, is Piggot going to get Badass moments in this or is she not going to live up to the legacy of her call-sign?
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She'll have her fair share of moments. At the very least, she'll prove she's anything but incompetent in Devil Trigger when push comes to shove.
 
Dragon Bone Z said:
Nice. A chinese hammer would be nice. What about a whip sword? AN urumi would do nicely. Or maybe an axe/guitar hyrbid?
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Nah, Nevan is too similar. The urumi idea is good, problem would be the design, remember a real life urumi is nothing like Tungar's urumi from Indivisible. Also, it has to come from a demon, so it should be one with hinduism in mind......
Also look Meteor Hammers up, and then penthesilea fgo on youtube, i didnt even know meteor hammers existed. Also i think the Andromeda Chain was inspired from them since Meteor Hammers use one head to attack and the other to defend
 
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    ̶̢̬̱͉̖̱̭̠̗͕̈́b̴͉̪̠̩̖͇̗̬̳̬́̉̽͗̽̕ͅë̷̛͙́́̿̿̿͂͌ ̸̛̼̈͛̓̽̒̐̽́̋̄̈́̈́̐͠r̵̛͈̰̯̜̦͍̥̯͈̗̙͓̤̀̊̓̇̒ê̸̢̫̼̣͔̟̖̥͖̮͙͉͐͗̿̊̽͗̕͠m̵̛̙̖͆͒͌̎ä̵̱͓́̉̊͊͂͆̈́ͅd̸̛͓͉̖̝̍̋̔̓͐̃̊́̈̚͘͜͝͝e̸͇̓̇͛́̕

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    • Jan. 31
    Brockton Bay General Hospital



    Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep.

    The first thing I heard as I came back into consciousness was the steady rhythm of beeps in set intervals. My eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room pretty quickly, allowing me to see the dull white walls and ceiling around me. Confusion hit me first, not sure how I got here or why before I noticed my own breath washing against the skin around my lips. I touched my face and felt something plastic over my mouth.

    Gently, I pulled it off and looked at it. Is this…an oxygen mask? Why was I…?

    I glanced around the room. The curtains matched the rest of the room, pulled open to reveal a window and the sky outside. It was fairly cloudy to the point it looked ready to rain any moment. The floor was checkered black-and-white. Sitting next to my bedside was a small stand with a vase full of flowers and a few cards reading "Get well!" in one way or another.

    It hit me then where I was. I was in the hospital, maybe Brockton Bay General.

    But why was I here? Shouldn't I be in school right now? Did something happen to me while I was…

    Oh. Right. Now I remember.

    "…tch."

    The memory of the mocking voices of the Trio outside the locker danced in my head, clear as day. My fingers curled and formed into a fist. I knew they made it a lifelong goal to make my life miserable, but did they really have to go so far as to trap me inside my locker after it was full of god knows what?

    I pushed the memory aside for the moment, wanting to instead focus on what was happening now. If I was in the hospital, I guess that means I was pulled out of the locker. I can barely remember anything about my time in the locker, but was my condition that bad?

    Wait, if I'm in the hospital, then does that mean Dad-

    The door leading into the room opened. I looked up and blinked. Dad stood there in the doorway like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide. The facial hair on his face had grown since I last saw him, almost a full-blown beard, and his clothes looked wrinkled. In fact, he looked as if he barely had any sleep.

    The two of us just stared at one another for a minute before I broke the silence. "Uh…hi, Dad?"

    That broke the spell over Dad. To my surprise, he lunged toward me and pulled me into a deep hug, arms wrapped around me and refusing to let go. He buried his face in my shoulder.

    "Oh, thank god, you're finally awake!" Dad sobbed. "I-I thought you…!"

    I looked at Dad, startled and bewildered before nervously patting him on the back. I wasn't sure what to say, so I did my best.

    Seriously, what the heck is going on?



    A little after Dad stopped crying, a doctor heard the commotion and poked his head inside the room. He looked pleased to see me awake and explained why I was in the hospital. As it turned out, I was trapped inside that locker for a whole fucking day, no one bothering to try and bust me out. Since I never came home, Dad got worried and called the police. Come the next day when they questioned Blackwell, they found me trapped in my locker and unconscious with some minor wounds. The problem was that I ended up with more than a few diseases I caught thanks to whatever the hell was in my locker at the time. As a result, I was in a coma with no one sure when I would wake up.

    A small side-effect to all this was my hair turning white, which shocked me. According to the doctors, my hair changing color of a sudden was a case of Marie Antoinette syndrome; a condition where a person's hair changes to while undergoing a serious bout of stress.

    My hair now as white as my grandmother's was surprising on its own, but what was even more surprising was-

    "I was in a coma for a month?!"

    Dad cringed and rubbed his ears, making me wince for screaming so loudly. The doctor, on the other hand, looked more amused than anything. "That you were, Miss Hebert. In all honesty, my colleagues and I thought you would be asleep for much longer than that. Still, I'm glad to see that you're up and about now."

    "Y-yeah…"

    "In any event, since you were unconscious for a month, you'll probably be sluggish for quite a while, with a mild case of muscle atrophy. Nothing a few routines and exercises won't fix, though."

    "When can she be discharged?" Dad asked.

    To our surprise, the doctor replied, "Once all the paperwork is done, she can leave sometime today, in fact."

    "W-wait, I thought you said I got sick because of the locker?"

    "You were, and imagine our surprise when your body purged those diseases. From what we could gather from your test results, it looks as though your immune system was working some severe overtime. Having said that, I would suggest staying in doors for a few days. Chances are your immune system will be weak after all that, which of course means you'll get sick easily."

    I chuckled in spite of the seriousness of my situation. "No offense, doc, but I think I'll take the common cold over what I just went through."

    "As would I, Miss Hebert. I'll leave you be with your father. I have some paperwork to get through, including yours."

    "Thanks again, Doctor Yard," Dad said as he shook hands with the man. "I can't thank you enough."

    The doctor waved him off and left the room. Dad sat back down on the chair. A pit formed in my stomach when I realized it was just me and Dad in the room now. This was so awkward. What was I supposed to say in this situation? He had to know about Winslow now.

    "How you feelin', kiddo?"

    I smiled weakly. "I'm…doing okay, all things considered," I admitted to him. "What about you? When did you start growing a beard?"

    Dad laughed. "I've been pretty swamped lately, visiting you and working at the Docks. Well, that and working on a lawsuit against Winslow."

    I choked. "W-what?"

    "Alan and I managed to build a case, though he had to hand it off to his co-worker due to some legal matters he didn't want to risk. It actually fell through a little while ago." Dad's face darkened. "That damn Principal settled on reparation fees and had no choice but to resign once the scandal got wind by the media. Winslow won't shut down anytime soon, but the school district is rather happy that an actual lawsuit actually managed to put a dent in that place."

    I wasn't sure what shook me more; the fact that Dad went so far as to try and sue the school for what happened or that Emma's dad actually helped him. I couldn't remember the last time I saw Uncle Alan. At the very least, I was sure I didn't see very much of him after Emma broke off our friendship. It just felt so awkward, thinking about visiting the Barnes when their youngest daughter became my worst enemy. I half-expected him to try and defend his daughter if he ever found out what happened, which played a part in why I didn't tell Dad. He and Alan had been best friends since middle school. I couldn't do that to him.

    As for Dad… It hurt me to admit it, but I always felt as though that, if I told him about what happened, he wouldn't believe me like the teachers. Or even if he did do something, he would fail.

    The fact that Dad actually did something for me, and won…

    "T-Taylor?"

    I couldn't help it. For the first time in a long while, I cried. I cried so hard my eyes started to hurt. I hadn't felt like this since the day Mom died. As shocked and terrified as he was by me crying, Dad somehow understood what I was feeling. He didn't say anything, thankfully, instead choosing to wrap his arms around me again.

    Dad was warm. He felt like a blanket, comforting me and keeping me safe.

    He hadn't felt like this since…

    I felt something in me break. I cried even harder, refusing to let go of him out of fear he'd leave me again.
    D-D-D-D-D-DOUBLE TAP, YOU MOOKS!
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    • Quick heads up for my readers, a good chunk of "Style" is mainly downtime after the action that was "Subhuman," but it will pick up near the end. Right now, Taylor is trying to adjust what's happened now and will soon figure out what her powers are.
     
    This was wholesome. Just all sorts of wholesome.

    Now, the whole bit involving Queenie though...

    Jesus, what the hell? Did somebody tamper with it? Wait, is that even possible for non-Entities?
     
    you lack power
    you are unable to fulfill your purpose as you are
    the segment is broken
    it cannot continue as it is
    here
    let me give you "true strength"
    let me help you to see
    be reborn
    be remade
    be apex

    I think this is the correct translation? Don't quote me on it, though.

    EDIT: The "Segment" bit is interesting, though. Do they mean the Cycle do you think?
     
    Klendatu said:
    can anybody post a translation of style 2.2
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    TheStranger said:
    you lack power
    you are unable to fulfill your purpose as you are
    the segment is broken
    it cannot continue as it is
    here
    let me give you "true strength"
    let me help you to see
    be reborn
    be remade
    be apex

    I think this is the correct translation? Don't quote me on it, though.

    EDIT: The "Segment" bit is interesting, though. Do they mean the Cycle do you think?
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    That translation is correct.

    As for who or what was fucking around with Queenie...say, won't say anything. This is the only hint you're getting until shit hits the fan in Brockton Bay come canon events.
     
    As a wise man with an obsession for the color blue once said, "Now I'm motivated."
     
    The reference to power immediately makes me think of Vergil, especially since Taylor's abilities are a copy of his. Not sure how exactly, but my money is on him interfering. And if anyone from DMC could get to shardspace and mess with Shards somehow, it would be the person with a katana that can cut through space.

    Looking forward to the explanation of what happened between the locker and the first arc, especially seeing Taylor and Danny having a better relationship from all this.
     
    TheStranger said:
    you lack power
    you are unable to fulfill your purpose as you are
    the segment is broken
    it cannot continue as it is
    here
    let me give you "true strength"
    let me help you to see
    be reborn
    be remade
    be apex

    I think this is the correct translation? Don't quote me on it, though.

    EDIT: The "Segment" bit is interesting, though. Do they mean the Cycle do you think?
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    H341ZP1Z said:
    As a wise man with an obsession for the color blue once said, "Now I'm motivated."
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    It does sound like something Vergil would say
     
    Delicious chapter and very wonderful to see Taylor and Danny have that level of a reconcilliation. Taylor needs that cry so very much. Thanks for exploring what happened post locker as well as moving onto the meat of the story. Its very nicely done!
     
    A bit disorienting since... well, we're back in the hospital. I think my main issue is that Style -1 is about PRT's reaction when we suddenly jump back to when Taylor first woke up. Personally i would put the PRT chapter as a sort of interlude, then Style; that's just my thought anyway.

    It's not bad. A bit insight into what happened with QA (it's still QA right?) and Taylor's thoughts as she first woke up. A little short, but meh. I'm just going to wave my "camp long chapter" flag silently and hope you get Motivated.

    So i suppose we're going to see how Taylor work out her power and how she discovered the little bar with its BS bartender?
     
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