SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
That, my friend, sounds like a challenge.
Devil Trigger (Devil May Cry/Worm AU)
- Thread starter SkyRig
- Start date
- Crossover
That, my friend, sounds like a challenge.
I love a good challenge
...You know, as long as you can maintain that attitude the entire way...
Go ahead! Wildbow wrote the entire latter half of Worm in the spirit of spite against the immense reader base he had gained, so reading back with spite is the 'correct' way to read worm.
...Frankly I'm more surprised that you didn't call me out for including Friendship in the list of psychoactive drugs.
- Location
- Sea of Quanta
S9 are... a weird topic. They make no sense. You'll understand it better down the line.
Okay, that is something I agree with. And to me it seems as if Yamato has an active ability to "separate" things. Either on physical or conceptual level. For example - separating human and demon worlds. Separating Vergil in 2 different bodies. Just separating whatever his blade or something produced by it hits ( shockwave from the swing/gust of wind). Otherwise - just a super durable and scarily sharp katana. But that's just my opinion and it's probably wrong.
Thank you. This is one of the very few fanfics that actually managed to interest me.
I'd recommend trying "Hybrid Hive" on this platform. Amazing fic with kinda similar stile to Varga.
The whole can't cut through Lady's Rocket launcher makes more sense to me this way. For Yamato to cut through things the wielder seems to need both the skill and enough energy to do it. Remember Vergil was exhausted when Lady shows up. It also explains why Nero was only doing sword beams and Dante straight up could do giant Judgment cuts.
In one of the other Worm/Devil May Cry stories someone posted a theory that Vergil didn't cut Lady's bazooka out of respect not because he couldn't; he be perfectly fine killing you but not destroy your weapon(s) because then its not a fight.
- Location
- Center Of The Universe
Interesting. :3
There are only so many DMC/Worm crosses, hopefully, this one takes off the ground. Fingers crossed.
There are only so many DMC/Worm crosses, hopefully, this one takes off the ground. Fingers crossed.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
Friends can make many bad things good. For instance, Bad Movie Night with friends is a very fun time, Bad Movie Night alone is just sad.
Ahh yeah my bad at spoilerin' ya bossman, I just thought of what I think is a glaring plothole and my hands instantly typed it.
Also I dunno about that the Sparda twins childhood much but seeing they blatantly advertise their strange hair color without wearing a wig when being an adult and canon Taylor's stint as Skitter letting her hair out I can think that she would be obvious about what her alter ego might look like in the hair department.
So about the hybrid thing, I dunno if this is the correct one but the Shard did not rewrote her bloodline by adding a devil one in her but instead rewrote 'em by making half of her bloodline into a devil?
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
That's the gist of it, yeah. As for how she wound up with powers like Vergil's, that's also spoiler territory that will eventually be answered later down the line. Also, again, to be clear, she is not part of any bloodline. All the shard did was "rewrite" her genetics. For all intents and purposes, Taylor is just an average devil-human hybrid that has no relation to any demon.
...which, now that I think about it, makes her the "progenitor" of her own demon clan I guess? Fuck if I know.
Dunno man, clans tends to be confusing like that lol.
Though if I remember clearly, Nero never gets to generate a Devil Arm when killing powerfull baddies so I'm guessing she will get her supplies of one from our special bar owner or by giving him whatever material the powerful baddie leaves behind when they die to whip something up.
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
It's the latter one. Rodin is really fucking good at making Devil Arms with corpses. How do you think she got her sword?
- Location
- Sea of Quanta
I'm wondering what impure soul was used for that blade ?
Also - how much of Vergil's psyche would she inherit ? Devils are prideful as hell and it's definitely a trait that is passed down - Nero and Vergil are very bright example of that. Was that why she decided to chop the school down ?
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
That will be the focus of the next arc, which will cover Taylor waking up from her coma, meeting Rodin, and getting hunted by a demon.
It's less of how much of Vergil's psyche was inherited and more about how many traits she is going to develop. One thing to remember is that, while she did Trigger with the same powers as Vergil, she is not him. The characters are not connected to each other in any way, shape or form. Taylor may exhibit some traits similar to Vergil, but that's it.
As for why she chopped the school down... That was sort of because of an emotional burst, her releasing her pent-up resentment on the closest target, and taking her new kickass sword out for a test drive.
Winslow just happened to be right there.
- Location
- Sea of Quanta
Well... Thank God. 'Cause devils can hold a grudge like nobody else (looks at someone being pissed off for over a month over "dead weight" comment).
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
So, quick heads up for everyone.
The next chapter is already in the works and is maaaaaybe halfway done. Once the first two arcs are done, I'll be putting it on hiatus so me and bud can flesh out the next couple arcs. If anybody wants to offer any arc ideas, like "filler arcs" so to speak, shoot me a PM or something.
I'm also thinking of writing the 'Taylor gets V's power' fanfic idea that I mentioned a little while ago. If I decide to write it, it will be until after I've finished reading Worm in its entirety. It will also be a sort of solo project, as I intend on keeping it strictly "Worm" related unless I decide otherwise.
The next chapter is already in the works and is maaaaaybe halfway done. Once the first two arcs are done, I'll be putting it on hiatus so me and bud can flesh out the next couple arcs. If anybody wants to offer any arc ideas, like "filler arcs" so to speak, shoot me a PM or something.
I'm also thinking of writing the 'Taylor gets V's power' fanfic idea that I mentioned a little while ago. If I decide to write it, it will be until after I've finished reading Worm in its entirety. It will also be a sort of solo project, as I intend on keeping it strictly "Worm" related unless I decide otherwise.
Subhuman 1.3
SkyRig
Wake the f#ck up, samurai.
- Location
- Someplace in California
- Pronouns
- He
After making a convincing enough dummy and hoping to god that Dad didn't try to investigate, I left my house through the backdoor while wearing some different clothes, plus a face-mask and cap. I didn't want to leave anything to chance in case one of the neighbors saw me and said something to Dad, hence the crappy disguise.
The stress of sneaking out aside, I enjoyed feeling the rush of cold wind blast across my body as I sprinted across the rooftops of some of the taller buildings in the area just to be on the safe side. To a normal person, I was probably some kind of blur leaping between one building and the next. I was a little concerned that me being careless might make me suspicious and cause somebody from the Wards, or god forbid the Protectorate, to try and chase after me, but by the time I reached my destination, I didn't see anyone.
Still, I couldn't deny the possibility that they were playing the long game and watching from a distance, maybe trying to keep an eye on me or something. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary or hear any sounds, so I was probably in the clear.
I jumped down the fire escape and onto the alleyway below me. The hobo lying on the ground that was trying to catch some sleep in a cardboard box of all things glanced at me for a minute before shaking his head and going back to sleep.
Hopefully he just thought I was a figment of his imagination or he was seeing things half-asleep.
I stepped out into the street and rounded the corner. My destination was right next to me. It was a store, evident by the banner with large letters hanging over the front entrance and the elaborate articles of clothing seemingly dancing behind the windows. It wasn't that the mannequins were automated or robotic, but rather that the cloth itself was moving, forcing the mannequin to move along with it. The reason why was easy to figure out, considering who owned the store in the first place.
I opened the door and stepped inside. The bell jingled and signaled my presence. "Hello? Parian, are you here?"
My voice carried across the store. Bright cheery music was playing throughout the store.
The Animatic Boutique was rather small compared to other clothing stores, which of course made it a lot more cramped once it became filled with mannequins all garbed in elaborate and colorful costumes and clothes, some looking like they came straight out of a Disney movie and others resembling something you would find on a Runway Fashion Show. A few mundane clothes like t-shirts, hoodies and jeans were among the ensemble, but they were towards the back.
I called out again to the shop owner. My echo and the music coming from the far back was the only response I received. That was odd. The sign on the front said "Open," so I assume she's still in here. Maybe she was in the back working on something. I walked further in, careful not to knock over any of the mannequins clustered around me. It was a shame Parian couldn't find a bigger shop to operate in, what with all the money she earned from selling her clothes and her collaborations with other clothing companies.
I made it about halfway before I stopped and noticed that one of the mannequins was shorter than the rest. It was in an odd-position, one arm bent in an "L" shape and palm open as if holding something while the other held its hand over its eyes. The dress it wore was Eastern in design, a kimono I think it was called, bright red with leaf decorations along the bottom right of the hem and on the left sleeve. It was also wearing a wig with a doll mask.
"What in the world?" I stared at the mannequin, wondering why this was one different before I noticed that the "hands" of the mannequin seemed more organic and pink. I leaned forward to inspect it and-
"BOO!"
"Holy-jesus-FUCK!"
I scrambled to put distance between us, Orthrus flashing in my hands. I had just taken a defensive stance when I realized who the "mannequin" was. Parian was laughing uncontrollably, barely able to remain on her feet while clutching her stomach.
"Y-you should have seen your face! It was priceless!"
I glared at the independent cape. "That was not funny! What if I attacked you?!"
"Oh, relax. I had faith you wouldn't." I stared and wondered if she was sane or not.
Parian undid the black wig over her head, revealing her blonde locks while removing the mask over her face. She wore the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen since Winslow while moving to the far end of the shop, already removing the kimono.
"I knew you were going to stop by today, so I couldn't resist. Sorry about that!"
Unless she was a precog, there was no way Parian had the patience to wait so long, holding that ridiculous pose while wearing a wig. "How'd you know I was here?"
"Jose told me!" Parian replied cheerfully.
"Jose?"
"The guy standing guard outside my shop!"
I didn't see anyone protecting the shop, so who was she…? It struck me then who she was talking about. The guy looked pretty shabby-looking, but I guess looks could be deceiving.
Still, why in the heck was a hobo in charge of protecting Parian's clothing store? Was I missing something important here?
A few minutes later, Parian returned, now wearing her signature Victorian-era doll dress. She looked so much younger while wearing that to the point that I swore she was younger than me. In her hands was a bundle of clothes with what looked like a visor on top. She handed them to me and gestured for me to follow her into the back of the shop.
"It took a while to get them approved, but I was able to finish them just last night." I began to take off my cap and face-mask when I saw the small glare the blonde woman was shooting me. "For the record, had I not finished your outfit when you pulled that stunt last night, I would have to explain to my friend why I'm giving one of his inventions to the gal who wrecked Winslow."
I gave Parian a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I really have no idea what came over me." I threw my jacket aside and began to unbuckle my pants. I was a little self-conscious, undressing in front of another person. It probably would have been a lot more embarrassing had I been doing this in front of a man. "I just…"
"No, I get it. It's Winslow. At this point, I don't think there's anyone in Brockton Bay who's throwing a fit over what happened to it." Parian paused for a moment, then snickered. "Well, except for Amanda Blackwell, anyway. I guess it's a good thing she retired before you did that, huh?"
The thought of Principal Blackwell staring at the ruined remains of her school, on her knees and screaming in despair, was enough to make me laugh. After I was finally in my underwear, I slipped on my new outfit.
My cape costume was pretty simple-looking. A black v-neck shirt underneath a high-collar navy blue sweater and hood, leather jacket over it, both rolled up to the forearms. The jeans were normal, denim with a leather pouch strapped to the left knee. The boots were a little uncomfortable, but all new shoes were like that.
"How's it feel?"
"They're a little heavy," I admitted as I rolled my shoulders. "They smell a little too. They feel weird, too."
"Well, they aren't your average clothes. They're made of the usual cloth, leather, and mixed with Kevlar too."
"Kevlar?"
"You did ask me to make you clothes that were bullet resistant and tough to tear. That being said, if someone aims a shotgun to your chest or tries to snipe you, you might want to duck or get the hell out of the way."
I nodded in understanding. Against the typical street thugs, I think I stood a good chance by myself. But if someone was using heavy artillery, or god forbid I got into a fight with another cape, I was definitely going to be in for a world of hurt. The healing factor made things slightly easier, but I wasn't going to take any chances. Brockton Bay wasn't exactly full of villains who would go easy on me.
As much as I liked the outfit, I was curious about the visor and the pouch strapped to my leg. I opened it up and found several silver capsules sitting inside. "What are these?"
"Capture foam." I looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. Didn't she mean-? "And no, I don't mean containment foam. Think of capture foam as the less-strong and weaker sibling of Dragon's parahuman restraint soap. It's meant for the run-of-the-mill criminals and gangbangers. It also works on parahumans, but if they happen to be a Brute, they won't hold. They also dissolve after three hours."
"Let me guess, your friend also made this?" Parian nodded. I was curious to know what Tinker made these, since the only ones I knew of that were in the bay were Armsmaster, Kid Win, L33t, Squealer and Bakuda.
At first, I thought it was Armsmaster or Kid Win, seeing as how they were heroes and Parian was a rogue, albeit one affiliated with the PRT and more interested in helping people out in her own way, but then I realized that she had gone out of her way to get this stuff for me, an unknown cape. They probably didn't realize who I was until last night. Even if they did, I just didn't see them giving away their tech for free. Especially not to someone they knew nothing of.
L33t was a maybe by virtue of all of his tech being based around video games. Granted, I wasn't a video game nerd like he and Uber were, but last I checked there wasn't a video game with stuff like this.
As for Squealer and Bakuda…yeah, they're self-explanatory.
"And the visor?"
"Ah, that one's a bit experimental. To give the version I understood, it basically gives you info on whatever goon your fighting. If they're a known criminal or gang member, if they have a weapon on their person, etc. It's also supposed to automatically call and inform the police once you've rounded up a scumbag."
"Sounds pretty useful." I paused when I realized what she said earlier. "Wait, you said this was experimental?"
Parian nodded. "Yeah. It's sort of like a prototype. Don't worry, it shouldn't explode." I did not like how she paused right after she said that. "Maybe."
I stared at her for a moment, pondering whether I should give her a piece of my mind for giving me something that might blow up in my face, before I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
…at least the visor kind of looked fashionable?
I slid the capture foam capsules back into the pouch and pulled the hood over my head. After that, I slipped the visor over my face. A HUD immediately danced over my field of vision, words flying past the screen faster than I could read them before it settled on "SYSTEM INITIALIZED". Then it vanished and everything went blank until I looked back at Parian.
Her body was highlighted and the visor seemed to scan her or something. A second later and information was displayed on my HUD.
PARIAN
ROGUE, AFFILIATED WITH PRT
NON-HOSTILE
I whistled. "Neat." I was still worried that this might blow up while I was using it, but for now, I was going to enjoy what it had to offer. I summoned my sword to my side and made my way towards the back entrance. I stopped right as I reached the door and looked back at Parian. "Thanks again, Parian."
"I should be the one thanking you," Parian replied kindly. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been monster dog chow." She looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully and frowned. "Now that I think about it, since when the hell did Hellhound get two-headed dogs?"
I shrugged and thanked her again before I leaving her shop. I felt bad lying to her about what that thing was, but it wasn't as if I could tell her that the thing that attacked her was a demon, right?
I jumped up towards the nearest rooftop. I let my senses expand, hearing and seeing things that I never could have done as a human. At first it was really hard, hearing so many things at once. So many noises, like voices, gunshots, metal hitting metal, flesh slapping against flesh and so on. Eventually, I started to filer out the noises. Searching for the reason I was out here.
After a minute, I heard screaming.
I smirked and leaped into action.
Look out Brockton Bay.
Vergil is on the prowl.
The stress of sneaking out aside, I enjoyed feeling the rush of cold wind blast across my body as I sprinted across the rooftops of some of the taller buildings in the area just to be on the safe side. To a normal person, I was probably some kind of blur leaping between one building and the next. I was a little concerned that me being careless might make me suspicious and cause somebody from the Wards, or god forbid the Protectorate, to try and chase after me, but by the time I reached my destination, I didn't see anyone.
Still, I couldn't deny the possibility that they were playing the long game and watching from a distance, maybe trying to keep an eye on me or something. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary or hear any sounds, so I was probably in the clear.
I jumped down the fire escape and onto the alleyway below me. The hobo lying on the ground that was trying to catch some sleep in a cardboard box of all things glanced at me for a minute before shaking his head and going back to sleep.
Hopefully he just thought I was a figment of his imagination or he was seeing things half-asleep.
I stepped out into the street and rounded the corner. My destination was right next to me. It was a store, evident by the banner with large letters hanging over the front entrance and the elaborate articles of clothing seemingly dancing behind the windows. It wasn't that the mannequins were automated or robotic, but rather that the cloth itself was moving, forcing the mannequin to move along with it. The reason why was easy to figure out, considering who owned the store in the first place.
I opened the door and stepped inside. The bell jingled and signaled my presence. "Hello? Parian, are you here?"
My voice carried across the store. Bright cheery music was playing throughout the store.
The Animatic Boutique was rather small compared to other clothing stores, which of course made it a lot more cramped once it became filled with mannequins all garbed in elaborate and colorful costumes and clothes, some looking like they came straight out of a Disney movie and others resembling something you would find on a Runway Fashion Show. A few mundane clothes like t-shirts, hoodies and jeans were among the ensemble, but they were towards the back.
I called out again to the shop owner. My echo and the music coming from the far back was the only response I received. That was odd. The sign on the front said "Open," so I assume she's still in here. Maybe she was in the back working on something. I walked further in, careful not to knock over any of the mannequins clustered around me. It was a shame Parian couldn't find a bigger shop to operate in, what with all the money she earned from selling her clothes and her collaborations with other clothing companies.
I made it about halfway before I stopped and noticed that one of the mannequins was shorter than the rest. It was in an odd-position, one arm bent in an "L" shape and palm open as if holding something while the other held its hand over its eyes. The dress it wore was Eastern in design, a kimono I think it was called, bright red with leaf decorations along the bottom right of the hem and on the left sleeve. It was also wearing a wig with a doll mask.
"What in the world?" I stared at the mannequin, wondering why this was one different before I noticed that the "hands" of the mannequin seemed more organic and pink. I leaned forward to inspect it and-
"BOO!"
"Holy-jesus-FUCK!"
I scrambled to put distance between us, Orthrus flashing in my hands. I had just taken a defensive stance when I realized who the "mannequin" was. Parian was laughing uncontrollably, barely able to remain on her feet while clutching her stomach.
"Y-you should have seen your face! It was priceless!"
I glared at the independent cape. "That was not funny! What if I attacked you?!"
"Oh, relax. I had faith you wouldn't." I stared and wondered if she was sane or not.
Parian undid the black wig over her head, revealing her blonde locks while removing the mask over her face. She wore the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen since Winslow while moving to the far end of the shop, already removing the kimono.
"I knew you were going to stop by today, so I couldn't resist. Sorry about that!"
Unless she was a precog, there was no way Parian had the patience to wait so long, holding that ridiculous pose while wearing a wig. "How'd you know I was here?"
"Jose told me!" Parian replied cheerfully.
"Jose?"
"The guy standing guard outside my shop!"
I didn't see anyone protecting the shop, so who was she…? It struck me then who she was talking about. The guy looked pretty shabby-looking, but I guess looks could be deceiving.
Still, why in the heck was a hobo in charge of protecting Parian's clothing store? Was I missing something important here?
A few minutes later, Parian returned, now wearing her signature Victorian-era doll dress. She looked so much younger while wearing that to the point that I swore she was younger than me. In her hands was a bundle of clothes with what looked like a visor on top. She handed them to me and gestured for me to follow her into the back of the shop.
"It took a while to get them approved, but I was able to finish them just last night." I began to take off my cap and face-mask when I saw the small glare the blonde woman was shooting me. "For the record, had I not finished your outfit when you pulled that stunt last night, I would have to explain to my friend why I'm giving one of his inventions to the gal who wrecked Winslow."
I gave Parian a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I really have no idea what came over me." I threw my jacket aside and began to unbuckle my pants. I was a little self-conscious, undressing in front of another person. It probably would have been a lot more embarrassing had I been doing this in front of a man. "I just…"
"No, I get it. It's Winslow. At this point, I don't think there's anyone in Brockton Bay who's throwing a fit over what happened to it." Parian paused for a moment, then snickered. "Well, except for Amanda Blackwell, anyway. I guess it's a good thing she retired before you did that, huh?"
The thought of Principal Blackwell staring at the ruined remains of her school, on her knees and screaming in despair, was enough to make me laugh. After I was finally in my underwear, I slipped on my new outfit.
My cape costume was pretty simple-looking. A black v-neck shirt underneath a high-collar navy blue sweater and hood, leather jacket over it, both rolled up to the forearms. The jeans were normal, denim with a leather pouch strapped to the left knee. The boots were a little uncomfortable, but all new shoes were like that.
"How's it feel?"
"They're a little heavy," I admitted as I rolled my shoulders. "They smell a little too. They feel weird, too."
"Well, they aren't your average clothes. They're made of the usual cloth, leather, and mixed with Kevlar too."
"Kevlar?"
"You did ask me to make you clothes that were bullet resistant and tough to tear. That being said, if someone aims a shotgun to your chest or tries to snipe you, you might want to duck or get the hell out of the way."
I nodded in understanding. Against the typical street thugs, I think I stood a good chance by myself. But if someone was using heavy artillery, or god forbid I got into a fight with another cape, I was definitely going to be in for a world of hurt. The healing factor made things slightly easier, but I wasn't going to take any chances. Brockton Bay wasn't exactly full of villains who would go easy on me.
As much as I liked the outfit, I was curious about the visor and the pouch strapped to my leg. I opened it up and found several silver capsules sitting inside. "What are these?"
"Capture foam." I looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. Didn't she mean-? "And no, I don't mean containment foam. Think of capture foam as the less-strong and weaker sibling of Dragon's parahuman restraint soap. It's meant for the run-of-the-mill criminals and gangbangers. It also works on parahumans, but if they happen to be a Brute, they won't hold. They also dissolve after three hours."
"Let me guess, your friend also made this?" Parian nodded. I was curious to know what Tinker made these, since the only ones I knew of that were in the bay were Armsmaster, Kid Win, L33t, Squealer and Bakuda.
At first, I thought it was Armsmaster or Kid Win, seeing as how they were heroes and Parian was a rogue, albeit one affiliated with the PRT and more interested in helping people out in her own way, but then I realized that she had gone out of her way to get this stuff for me, an unknown cape. They probably didn't realize who I was until last night. Even if they did, I just didn't see them giving away their tech for free. Especially not to someone they knew nothing of.
L33t was a maybe by virtue of all of his tech being based around video games. Granted, I wasn't a video game nerd like he and Uber were, but last I checked there wasn't a video game with stuff like this.
As for Squealer and Bakuda…yeah, they're self-explanatory.
"And the visor?"
"Ah, that one's a bit experimental. To give the version I understood, it basically gives you info on whatever goon your fighting. If they're a known criminal or gang member, if they have a weapon on their person, etc. It's also supposed to automatically call and inform the police once you've rounded up a scumbag."
"Sounds pretty useful." I paused when I realized what she said earlier. "Wait, you said this was experimental?"
Parian nodded. "Yeah. It's sort of like a prototype. Don't worry, it shouldn't explode." I did not like how she paused right after she said that. "Maybe."
I stared at her for a moment, pondering whether I should give her a piece of my mind for giving me something that might blow up in my face, before I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
…at least the visor kind of looked fashionable?
I slid the capture foam capsules back into the pouch and pulled the hood over my head. After that, I slipped the visor over my face. A HUD immediately danced over my field of vision, words flying past the screen faster than I could read them before it settled on "SYSTEM INITIALIZED". Then it vanished and everything went blank until I looked back at Parian.
Her body was highlighted and the visor seemed to scan her or something. A second later and information was displayed on my HUD.
PARIAN
ROGUE, AFFILIATED WITH PRT
NON-HOSTILE
I whistled. "Neat." I was still worried that this might blow up while I was using it, but for now, I was going to enjoy what it had to offer. I summoned my sword to my side and made my way towards the back entrance. I stopped right as I reached the door and looked back at Parian. "Thanks again, Parian."
"I should be the one thanking you," Parian replied kindly. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been monster dog chow." She looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully and frowned. "Now that I think about it, since when the hell did Hellhound get two-headed dogs?"
I shrugged and thanked her again before I leaving her shop. I felt bad lying to her about what that thing was, but it wasn't as if I could tell her that the thing that attacked her was a demon, right?
I jumped up towards the nearest rooftop. I let my senses expand, hearing and seeing things that I never could have done as a human. At first it was really hard, hearing so many things at once. So many noises, like voices, gunshots, metal hitting metal, flesh slapping against flesh and so on. Eventually, I started to filer out the noises. Searching for the reason I was out here.
After a minute, I heard screaming.
I smirked and leaped into action.
Look out Brockton Bay.
Vergil is on the prowl.
Last edited:
MaskedCritic
Verified Obsessed with Yuri
- Location
- Fluttershy's Secret Dungeon Shrine to Metal
Uh, Parian's not actually blonde. She's middle-eastern (if I recall correctly), with dusky skin (or dark? unclear) and black hair.
Decent chapter, otherwise.
Decent chapter, otherwise.
Thanks for the chap, though seeing that Taylor saved Parian from a demon, I think the one you gonna point out in the next chap is the second one? Unless if it's a flashback.
Also I don't want to spoil or anything if what I understand is Parian unmasking on her but she kinda... look different actually.
Lastly, I would guess the tinker is Masamune but thinking that the guy is already a Guild Member and a friend of Dragon... yeah I think our proverbial tinker is not Masamune.
Chariot maybe? Could had been butterflied tbh that the kid is a good guy nao.
Also a TYPO:
Edit: Ninja'ed also @MaskedCritic the bossman haven't finished reading Worm yet so... we gotta toe carefully in what to spoil, though I think Parian's civie identity is debatable in how deep is the spoilering about it because of a certain... 'stuff'.
Also I don't want to spoil or anything if what I understand is Parian unmasking on her but she kinda... look different actually.
Lastly, I would guess the tinker is Masamune but thinking that the guy is already a Guild Member and a friend of Dragon... yeah I think our proverbial tinker is not Masamune.
Chariot maybe? Could had been butterflied tbh that the kid is a good guy nao.
Also a TYPO:
Edit: Ninja'ed also @MaskedCritic the bossman haven't finished reading Worm yet so... we gotta toe carefully in what to spoil, though I think Parian's civie identity is debatable in how deep is the spoilering about it because of a certain... 'stuff'.
Last edited:
ExaltedNekoKun
Exalted Glorious Feline Light Source!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him/Lord/Fuzzball
If she has a Tinker friend with an open enough specialty.. could be a Mission: Impossible/Darkman style disguise, perhaps? Make her seem more approachable to the less hostile cape clientele while simultaneously keeping her actual identity fully hidden. And for the more hostile, a double-bluff. After a jerk rips off her traditional cape mask, they wouldn't think her 'skin' would be another, after all.
Edit: As for her destroying Winslow... well, she's not human anymore, not entirely. Her nature as a devil could easily result in impulses, perhaps even make her more subconsciously aligned to sins (and boy would Winslow bring the Wrath out of her). In my opinion, in Devil May Cry, Dante and Vergil seem so human because while they are half-devils, their human side is dominant while in human form, but their devil side increases in intensity when they Trigger. Given that this story has Devil Trigger in the name, I suppose when her transformation completes and she gets a better grip on her powers, Taylor might end up unleashing her own transformation and bring out another complex facet of her inner nature.
Also, the author doesn't need to look to just DMC for ideas of Devil forms, after all, Tekken has something remarkably similar a-la the Mishimas (Kazumi, Kazuya and Jin).
Last edited:
- Location
- Sea of Quanta
Hmm... A great chapter, not much more to say.
Like people above said - kinda spoiler-y but blond hair is part of her disguise.
And it seems Undersiders are not a team/thing in this. 2 headed dog and attacking a known non-combat rogue ? She'd be grilled to hell and back.
Tinker... Considering it's an AU - I'm tempted to say it's Lisa for 2 reasons - Negotiator could potentially go for a Tinker route with understanding other tinkertech so it somewhat fits. And the fact that their relationship is probably the best thing in the entirety of the Worm.
Like people above said - kinda spoiler-y but blond hair is part of her disguise.
And it seems Undersiders are not a team/thing in this. 2 headed dog and attacking a known non-combat rogue ? She'd be grilled to hell and back.
Tinker... Considering it's an AU - I'm tempted to say it's Lisa for 2 reasons - Negotiator could potentially go for a Tinker route with understanding other tinkertech so it somewhat fits. And the fact that their relationship is probably the best thing in the entirety of the Worm.
TheStranger
Of course you realize, this means war.
- Location
- Take a Guess!
- Pronouns
- Who
I think we can all agree that Bitch would be fucking ecstatic if she ever met a Cerberus.
Bitch: I want one.
Brian: Oh hell no! Do you see the size of it?! That thing's bigger than any of your dogs!
Lisa: Do I even wanna know what'll happen if she used her power on that thing?
Alec: Gee, Lisa, thanks for that horrifying image.
All jokes aside, the thing about the demon that attacked Parian being "two-headed" and apparently looks like a dog makes me thing it's related to Cerberus in some way.
...now that I think about it, doesn't have Cerberus have a sibling in Greek mythology? I can't remember the name, all I know is that it had two heads and that's it.
Orthrus, if I'm correct
- Location
- Australia
I think she's wearing a wig.