[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are with the PRT to try to get her to cooperate.
[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are Taylor to try to get her to cooperate.
[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are with the PRT to try to get her to cooperate.
[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are Taylor to try to get her to cooperate.
Also I can't but feel again that setting a tent with numerous incapacitated people in it on fire is a very bad idea. Would be much better to try to attack and destroy whatever is letting Zombozo drain people instead.
[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are Taylor to try to get her to cooperate.
[X][Do] Sophia's bought you an opening. Hot swap to Pele and BURN EVERYTHING!!!!
From what Zombozo said about losing his meal, I don't think anyone else is in the tent. We can't hurt Sophia with fire, because she just mist's out. We may end up with only a minute or two to act as Pele, but we can go volcanic and maybe disrupt Zombozo. Though, there is the consideration that we are also likely 3 or less minutes til back-up arrives.
My worries about grabbing Sophia is that she has no idea who we are, and as fast as we are, the moment we grab her, she mists, and we lose her.
[X][Do] Sophia's bought you an opening. Hot swap to Pele and BURN EVERYTHING!!!!
From what Zombozo said about losing his meal, I don't think anyone else is in the tent. We can't hurt Sophia with fire, because she just mist's out. We may end up with only a minute or two to act as Pele, but we can go volcanic and maybe disrupt Zombozo. Though, there is the consideration that we are also likely 3 or less minutes til back-up arrives.
My worries about grabbing Sophia is that she has no idea who we are, and as fast as we are, the moment we grab her, she mists, and we lose her.
And more importantly, she might try to stab us.
Also we are on a clock, dragging her out for debrief will take not an insignificant chunk of that time, because while we might be superfast as XLR8, Sophia is not.
[X][Do] Sophia's bought you an opening. Hot swap to Pele and BURN EVERYTHING!!!!
Fire is the solution to every problem, if the problem was not solved, you did not use enough fire.
I thought it was just electricity, but I don't have the ability to do a dive and check at the moment. And also, we don't really have any way to know in-character, so hopefully she takes care of herself? That sounds a bit callous but if we are going to tag-team this guy we have to give her the benefit of the doubt in terms of dealing with what we output to a degree.
I thought it was just electricity, but I don't have the ability to do a dive and check at the moment. And also, we don't really have any way to know in-character, so hopefully she takes care of herself? That sounds a bit callous but if we are going to tag-team this guy we have to give her the benefit of the doubt in terms of dealing with what we output to a degree.
She can also be hurt if she changes back while aerosols (small liquid or solid particles in air or another gas) such as pepper spray are inside her, so there might be a risk of injury because of damage caused by the fire to objects. That said, the risk of that is probably not particularly high.
Floating high in the space that is not space, atop a massive stone that is not made of matter, there exists a towering pillar of metal that is surrounded by a large courtyard delineated by the massive walls that reach up towards that which is not a sky above.
There, off in a lonesome corner of the courtyard, a young man lays down, ignoring the way that the collar clamped around his neck chaffs and presses on him. He ignores the weights on his wrists and ankles, and most of all he ignores the blunt rounded mace that lays next to him.
Instead the man stares up at the mottled mix of blacks and reds and purples and whites that make up the cruel parody of a sky so high above. The man's black hair is disheveled and dirty, having grown out unevenly and knotted in a few places. That's bad enough, but even worse is the way that the man's clearly shaven goatee has devolved into a persistent Five O'Clock shadow and a mess of hair right at his chin. The man doesn't bother to move, he doesn't bother to work, instead just laying there behind one of the man stones that are scattered about the courtyard.
It has been so very long since the man last saw the clear blue skies of Earth... And it was something that he had privately sworn to himself years ago that he would never lose sight of.
Yet, here he is. Wherever the hell here even is.
And the man isn't even talking about the prison that he is currently trapped in, because he knows enough to be able to spot a prison when he sees one. Over the years he's managed to break into plenty of prisons, either to punish people when they are stupid enough to make deals, or in order to find a new member of his team... And even twice just for the hell of it.
Of course, the fact that he is even in this Prison is just because he hasn't decided that now is the right time to leave yet. It most certainly isn't because the man doesn't have the slightest idea how he would manage to fight past the guards without the rest of his motley crew. Or that he doesn't have any idea what he would do if he managed to get past the heavy walls that line the courtyard, as the entire prison has been built atop a massive floating rock, just like all the other rocks in this horrible place.
No, of course not. The man has a plan. A plan to get past the guards, a plan to find the rest of his team, a plan to fight past the rest of the guards, a plan to get out of the walls, and a plan to get off this damned rock.
He has a plan for all of it. He's just waiting for the right time.
Continuing to stare up at the strange alien sky, the man does his best to try and avoid thinking about all the different ways that everything has gone wrong over the last eight months. Even since his crew decided to go and have a bit of extra fun in-
There is a loud whirring Clack, the sounds of one of the elevators on the walls descending down into the courtyard. After a few moments the man can pick out the heavy thumping steps of the guards that keep the prison in line. Closer and closer the steps come, and the man finds himself scowling as the steps get closer and closer.
The man doesn't like talking with machines. They've no sense of suspense, no fears to rile or prides to ruffle. They are above all other things... Boring.
"Prisoner 75274." One of the stupid things says, it's voice high pitched and mechanical as it steps forward. The thing is about the same height as the man, and sharing the same general body type. Lithe and thin with two legs and two arms. Frankly, the fact that there are so many people here in this hellscape of a place that saying that it has two arms and legs actually needs to be defined is a little wild for the man.
It's body is made of a sleek, almost slick white material, with golden colored claws for hands, and instead of a head the thing is topped off with a golden collar that rises up and holds some kind of blue gemstone. Somehow, the man isn't sure how, but somehow the robot's voice comes out of the gemstone.
"Prisoner 75274." The machine repeats, making the man scowl even more. "You have been assigned manual labor." The robot continues. "Commence your assigned duties or you will be punished."
If there is one thing that the man hates more than the fact that he hasn't had a chance to see the sun or the sky or the stars in close to a year, it would be being told what to do. With a growl, the man slowly rises to his feet, even as he reaches down and grabs hold of the edgeless mace that he has been given to use for his work.
With a growl, he takes a single step forward, and lashes out with all his strength, slamming the stupid useless thing that he has been given into the side of the robot's head. The blue stone shatters, dropping the whole of the robot even as he turns, continuing to attack the next of the machines.
A second machine falls, and then a third, before there is a sharp click that comes from right below the man's ear. And everything becomes pain as volt after volt of electrical energy blares through the man's body, dropping him to the ground.
The volts continue to bring him writhing pain as another of the machines steps forwards, grabbing hold of the man and lifting him up with a single hand. "Prisoner 75274. You have assaulted the guards. Again. You will be remanded to Solitary Confinement. Again." The man snarls and writhes, trying to lash out towards the machines that carry him away. Elsewhere...
It is difficult to measure distances in a place without space, where the distances between any two points is capable of fluctuating and warping without warning or understandings...
But on another rock, a long ways from the massive prison there is a small facility. Not a prison, but instead a hospital. Within that hospital sits a young woman, her eyes glimmering and glowing with an orange inner light. In her hands sits a small lighter, and floating over her other hand is a tiny flame.
The young woman sits there, her teeth gritting as she focuses on the flames, and most importantly on the way that she can feel something writhing and twisting at her thoughts. Slowly, carefully, the young woman closes her fist, clenching down and snuffing the fire out without a worry. The young girl's name is Mimi, and for the longest of times she has been trapped and filled with fear, left to wonder if there would ever be a light at the end of the tunnel.
"You are doing well." The girl's councilor says softly, trilling out a soft croak. The Case 53 on the other side of the table is tall and lithe, with pale green skin and only three fingers to a hand. "How have the new medications been working?" She asks, and for a moment Mimi is tempted to lie.
The medication has been working, yes, but at the same time... She still wakes up each morning feeling terrible, horrible, and afraid.
Those aren't emotions brought about by her powers, though, the girl knows that from the time that she spent back on Earth... No. Those feelings... Those are born from the things that she has done in the time since gaining her powers. Those are things that she deserves to feel.
"I..." Mimi starts to say, idly flicking at the lighter in her hand. "I don't... I'm not getting manic when there is fire around me." The girl admits, "But I don't..."
"You still aren't feeling happy?" The councilor asks, tapping a finger against the desk, which makes the whole top of the thing go clear like some kind of tinker tech computer, where the woman starts to jot down notes.
"No..." Mimi admits, which is easily one of the hardest things that she has had to do in the time that she has been here.
"I see. Give me three days. Both to see if that changes as your body adjusts to the current dosage, and so that I can look into additional alternatives. Now that we've managed to find an antimaniac that seems to be working for you, we just need to find a proper anti-depressant." The councilor says cheerfully. "Soon enough, I believe that we may indeed be able to move on to the next stage of the program."
"You mean..." Mimi is quiet, trying not to think about what it is that the woman is saying.
"Limited travel outside of the facility, yes." The councilor says. "Perhaps even... Well, let's save that to be a surprise shall we?" She says with a smile, and Mimi tries to smile back, even though she just wants to go back to her room and lay down.
"Now, that concludes everything we need to cover today." The councilor says, "Would you rather go back to your room?" She asks, and before Mimi has a chance to answer, the frog-like woman continues, "Or, Miss Del'coot is doing a pottery class starting in a few minutes that you could join."
...
"I'd like to go to the Pottery class." Mimi admits quietly. She does enjoy the pottery, but even more... there is a young man there. A case 53 who has sparkly scales across his entire body, and he's been really nice to Mimi in the months that she has been here. Elsewhere...
In yet another place, somewhere far different from the prison or the facility, there is a field of floating stones, distant and apart from the prisons and the correctional facilities. This is a wild place, where the forces of civilization have yet to extend their inexorable march.
With a mighty roar, a great flaming beast dives down, sizzling acids dripping from the beast's maw as it slams into the side of another. Six legs scrabble against the stone that the figure stands on, trying not to be thrown to one side again.
It has been...
Crawler doesn't even know how long it has been, in this place with no sun and no moon. No stars in the sky and nothing to keep track. It wasn't long after he and the rest of the slaughterhouse nine entered this strange place that they encountered strange forces. One that fielded almost entirely Case 53s. People of all shapes and sizes the likes of which Crawler has never seen. They had superior weapons and tools, the kinds of things that the slaughterhouse didn't have an answer to.
It was months and months ago that they simply dumped Crawler here, treating him like little more than a rabid animal. They left him in this place filled with beasts and unending combat. It was only after a few days of being ambushed in his sleep that he evolved and changed, no longer needing sleep at all.
Days later and he no longer needed to drink. He still eats, but only those things that he is capable of killing on his own. The battle never seems to end, as the creatures of this place...
He was to have killed hundreds of them by now, more and more and more of them, but they never seem to thin. There are always more of the flying creatures. More of the big two legged ones with heads that are more maw than anything else, and more of the blind eyeless ones.
These creatures thrive in this place, and in a way Crawler can't help but envy the peace that the creatures have with each other, given that they are always hunting for him. They can't kill him, even if they are still one of the few things that seems to be able to hurt him here in this place. Already after twice nearly being crushed by his own weight when he fell, Crawler is finding himself evolving and shifting in new ways, changing in directions he never could have expected.
Swiping at the flying thing with one claw, Crawler doesn't realize the mistake he has made until two more of the beasts slam into one, the first nearly knocking his grip free, and the second bowling him over. The slam of his muscle against the dirt is enough to tilt the floating stone, and as it tilts he starts to move, making the stone tilt more.
Thus the faster he slides, and the cycle begins anew, until the moment passes, and Crawler begins to fall, left with nothing more than the hope that somewhere below a stone will drift in his path, stopping his fall. Elsewhere...
All together it has been eight months since this all started. Eight months since Jack discovered the hidden base under Mount Rushmore. Eight months since Mannequin tried to operate the device that they found down there.
Eight months since the young girl last saw the sun. That was the first point where everything went sideways, and to be entirely honest... Bo-
The girl has to admit that everything has simply continued free falling sideways ever since. From the time that they were outnumbered by the strange flying ships and the...
The aliens. (And isn't that a revelation!)
The aliens flying the ships didn't care or fear the Slaughterhouse nine. There wasn't any silicon around other than Shatterbird's costume, and some of the aliens were strong enough that they simply shrugged off her attacks before binding the girl down to the ground and wrenching her arms behind her back.
Jack didn't serve much better, because while yes he had a knife, and it did cut into the aliens, they were well trained and completely unworried about the threat that they faced. The only member of the nine that they weren't able to handle was the Siberian. And even then, they had a simple enough solution to the terrifying cape.
They took the rest and left. They just left the Siberian there on some floating rock in the middle of nowhere. Bone-
The girl doesn't know where Jack is. She doesn't know where any of the others are... They've all been separated and sent apart from each other.
That was the start of a long and painful eight months, where little by little the old man that she was put into the custody of has worked to help her. He's held her when she had nightmares, and given her advice when it came to any number of different things. The strangest thing...
Not only was the man a human, but he didn't seem to have the slightest idea what a Cape was. He didn't know what a Parahuman or a Scion or even the Slaughterhouse were. Instead...
"Riley!" The old man calls from the other room, "Grubs ready. I made Vaxasaurian Gumbo." Bone- Riley doesn't have the slightest idea what that is, and she isn't entirely sure she wants to.
Because while the old man is wise, and always willing to help... He has the strangest idea of good food that Riley has ever seen. And yes, this is counting even the things that Crawler eats. "Coming Grandpa Max!" The girl calls out, shaking the thoughts from her head. She can worry about what she's eating after she's had her fill. After all, a good girl always cleans her plate.
[X][Do] Quickly fight your way to Sophia, then carry her to somewhere you can get some breathing room to exchange information and come up with a plan. Tell her you are Taylor to try to get her to cooperate.
Most of the slaughterhouse being gone can only be a good thing, though mildly questioning how long Max has been in the null void.
Crawler is on the fast track to going insane, and/or evolving into a rock. But hey, he's getting hurt and hurting things! That's all the sadomasochist ever wanted. Be careful what you wish for.
Riley is gaining sanity at the cost of her taste buds. Is this why Ben and Gwen went back home after camp and not on a road trip? Max will probably eventually come back with Riley Tennyson and the 3 start getting along.
Mimi is getting actual help, and a friend.
Jack is lieing to himself, and getting his just desserts.
And the people of Bet are probably already forgetting them as a bad dream.
Because while the old man is wise, and always willing to help... He has the strangest idea of good food that Riley has ever seen. And yes, this is counting even the things that Crawler eats. "Coming Grandpa Max!" The girl calls out, shaking the thoughts from her head. She can worry about what she's eating after she's had her fill. After all, a good girl always cleans her plate.
Not what I expected, but pretty awesome nonetheless. Did Riley Second-Trigger yet? I kind of assumed she'd be going full disassociation as to the concept of Bonesaw, but eh.
I just thought Rebranded Riley would be cool, honestly I just like the fact my crazy idea was an actual inspiration.
The aliens flying the ships didn't care or fear the Slaughterhouse nine. There wasn't any silicon around other than Shatterbird's costume, and some of the aliens were strong enough that they simply shrugged off her attacks before binding the girl down to the ground and wrenching her arms behind her back.
Shatterbird got taken down, and it doesn't sound like anyone was able to free her so she's probably elsewhere within the Void. Mannequin's another issue entirely, but chances are slim if the entire rest of the Nine are in there.
Floating high in the space that is not space, atop a massive stone that is not made of matter, there exists a towering pillar of metal that is surrounded by a large courtyard delineated by the massive walls that reach up towards that which is not a sky above.
There, off in a lonesome corner of the courtyard, a young man lays down, ignoring the way that the collar clamped around his neck chaffs and presses on him. He ignores the weights on his wrists and ankles, and most of all he ignores the blunt rounded mace that lays next to him.
Instead the man stares up at the mottled mix of blacks and reds and purples and whites that make up the cruel parody of a sky so high above. The man's black hair is disheveled and dirty, having grown out unevenly and knotted in a few places. That's bad enough, but even worse is the way that the man's clearly shaven goatee has devolved into a persistent Five O'Clock shadow and a mess of hair right at his chin. The man doesn't bother to move, he doesn't bother to work, instead just laying there behind one of the man stones that are scattered about the courtyard.
It has been so very long since the man last saw the clear blue skies of Earth... And it was something that he had privately sworn to himself years ago that he would never lose sight of.
Yet, here he is. Wherever the hell here even is.
And the man isn't even talking about the prison that he is currently trapped in, because he knows enough to be able to spot a prison when he sees one. Over the years he's managed to break into plenty of prisons, either to punish people when they are stupid enough to make deals, or in order to find a new member of his team... And even twice just for the hell of it.
Of course, the fact that he is even in this Prison is just because he hasn't decided that now is the right time to leave yet. It most certainly isn't because the man doesn't have the slightest idea how he would manage to fight past the guards without the rest of his motley crew. Or that he doesn't have any idea what he would do if he managed to get past the heavy walls that line the courtyard, as the entire prison has been built atop a massive floating rock, just like all the other rocks in this horrible place.
No, of course not. The man has a plan. A plan to get past the guards, a plan to find the rest of his team, a plan to fight past the rest of the guards, a plan to get out of the walls, and a plan to get off this damned rock.
He has a plan for all of it. He's just waiting for the right time.
Continuing to stare up at the strange alien sky, the man does his best to try and avoid thinking about all the different ways that everything has gone wrong over the last eight months. Even since his crew decided to go and have a bit of extra fun in-
There is a loud whirring Clack, the sounds of one of the elevators on the walls descending down into the courtyard. After a few moments the man can pick out the heavy thumping steps of the guards that keep the prison in line. Closer and closer the steps come, and the man finds himself scowling as the steps get closer and closer.
The man doesn't like talking with machines. They've no sense of suspense, no fears to rile or prides to ruffle. They are above all other things... Boring.
"Prisoner 75274." One of the stupid things says, it's voice high pitched and mechanical as it steps forward. The thing is about the same height as the man, and sharing the same general body type. Lithe and thin with two legs and two arms. Frankly, the fact that there are so many people here in this hellscape of a place that saying that it has two arms and legs actually needs to be defined is a little wild for the man.
It's body is made of a sleek, almost slick white material, with golden colored claws for hands, and instead of a head the thing is topped off with a golden collar that rises up and holds some kind of blue gemstone. Somehow, the man isn't sure how, but somehow the robot's voice comes out of the gemstone.
"Prisoner 75274." The machine repeats, making the man scowl even more. "You have been assigned manual labor." The robot continues. "Commence your assigned duties or you will be punished."
If there is one thing that the man hates more than the fact that he hasn't had a chance to see the sun or the sky or the stars in close to a year, it would be being told what to do. With a growl, the man slowly rises to his feet, even as he reaches down and grabs hold of the edgeless mace that he has been given to use for his work.
With a growl, he takes a single step forward, and lashes out with all his strength, slamming the stupid useless thing that he has been given into the side of the robot's head. The blue stone shatters, dropping the whole of the robot even as he turns, continuing to attack the next of the machines.
A second machine falls, and then a third, before there is a sharp click that comes from right below the man's ear. And everything becomes pain as volt after volt of electrical energy blares through the man's body, dropping him to the ground.
The volts continue to bring him writhing pain as another of the machines steps forwards, grabbing hold of the man and lifting him up with a single hand. "Prisoner 75274. You have assaulted the guards. Again. You will be remanded to Solitary Confinement. Again." The man snarls and writhes, trying to lash out towards the machines that carry him away.
It is difficult to measure distances in a place without space, where the distances between any two points is capable of fluctuating and warping without warning or understandings...
But on another rock, a long ways from the massive prison there is a small facility. Not a prison, but instead a hospital. Within that hospital sits a young woman, her eyes glimmering and glowing with an orange inner light. In her hands sits a small lighter, and floating over her other hand is a tiny flame.
The young woman sits there, her teeth gritting as she focuses on the flames, and most importantly on the way that she can feel something writhing and twisting at her thoughts. Slowly, carefully, the young woman closes her fist, clenching down and snuffing the fire out without a worry. The young girl's name is Mimi, and for the longest of times she has been trapped and filled with fear, left to wonder if there would ever be a light at the end of the tunnel.
"You are doing well." The girl's councilor says softly, trilling out a soft croak. The Case 53 on the other side of the table is tall and lithe, with pale green skin and only three fingers to a hand. "How have the new medications been working?" She asks, and for a moment Mimi is tempted to lie.
The medication has been working, yes, but at the same time... She still wakes up each morning feeling terrible, horrible, and afraid.
Those aren't emotions brought about by her powers, though, the girl knows that from the time that she spent back on Earth... No. Those feelings... Those are born from the things that she has done in the time since gaining her powers. Those are things that she deserves to feel.
"I..." Mimi starts to say, idly flicking at the lighter in her hand. "I don't... I'm not getting manic when there is fire around me." The girl admits, "But I don't..."
"You still aren't feeling happy?" The councilor asks, tapping a finger against the desk, which makes the whole top of the thing go clear like some kind of tinker tech computer, where the woman starts to jot down notes.
"No..." Mimi admits, which is easily one of the hardest things that she has had to do in the time that she has been here.
"I see. Give me three days. Both to see if that changes as your body adjusts to the current dosage, and so that I can look into additional alternatives. Now that we've managed to find an antimaniac that seems to be working for you, we just need to find a proper anti-depressant." The councilor says cheerfully. "Soon enough, I believe that we may indeed be able to move on to the next stage of the program."
"You mean..." Mimi is quiet, trying not to think about what it is that the woman is saying.
"Limited travel outside of the facility, yes." The councilor says. "Perhaps even... Well, let's save that to be a surprise shall we?" She says with a smile, and Mimi tries to smile back, even though she just wants to go back to her room and lay down.
"Now, that concludes everything we need to cover today." The councilor says, "Would you rather go back to your room?" She asks, and before Mimi has a chance to answer, the frog-like woman continues, "Or, Miss Del'coot is doing a pottery class starting in a few minutes that you could join."
...
"I'd like to go to the Pottery class." Mimi admits quietly. She does enjoy the pottery, but even more... there is a young man there. A case 53 who has sparkly scales across his entire body, and he's been really nice to Mimi in the months that she has been here.
In yet another place, somewhere far different from the prison or the facility, there is a field of floating stones, distant and apart from the prisons and the correctional facilities. This is a wild place, where the forces of civilization have yet to extend their inexorable march.
With a mighty roar, a great flaming beast dives down, sizzling acids dripping from the beast's maw as it slams into the side of another. Six legs scrabble against the stone that the figure stands on, trying not to be thrown to one side again.
It has been...
Crawler doesn't even know how long it has been, in this place with no sun and no moon. No stars in the sky and nothing to keep track. It wasn't long after he and the rest of the slaughterhouse nine entered this strange place that they encountered strange forces. One that fielded almost entirely Case 53s. People of all shapes and sizes the likes of which Crawler has never seen. They had superior weapons and tools, the kinds of things that the slaughterhouse didn't have an answer to.
It was months and months ago that they simply dumped Crawler here, treating him like little more than a rabid animal. They left him in this place filled with beasts and unending combat. It was only after a few days of being ambushed in his sleep that he evolved and changed, no longer needing sleep at all.
Days later and he no longer needed to drink. He still eats, but only those things that he is capable of killing on his own. The battle never seems to end, as the creatures of this place...
He was to have killed hundreds of them by now, more and more and more of them, but they never seem to thin. There are always more of the flying creatures. More of the big two legged ones with heads that are more maw than anything else, and more of the blind eyeless ones.
These creatures thrive in this place, and in a way Crawler can't help but envy the peace that the creatures have with each other, given that they are always hunting for him. They can't kill him, even if they are still one of the few things that seems to be able to hurt him here in this place. Already after twice nearly being crushed by his own weight when he fell, Crawler is finding himself evolving and shifting in new ways, changing in directions he never could have expected.
Swiping at the flying thing with one claw, Crawler doesn't realize the mistake he has made until two more of the beasts slam into one, the first nearly knocking his grip free, and the second bowling him over. The slam of his muscle against the dirt is enough to tilt the floating stone, and as it tilts he starts to move, making the stone tilt more.
Thus the faster he slides, and the cycle begins anew, until the moment passes, and Crawler begins to fall, left with nothing more than the hope that somewhere below a stone will drift in his path, stopping his fall.
This terrifies me. Crawler is one of the scariest power-sets I can think of, and they just... LEFT HIM in a place where he will do nothing but fight and grow stronger. This just makes me cringe with how bad of an idea it seems. He's going to be frickin' scary if we ever have to face him.
All together it has been eight months since this all started. Eight months since Jack discovered the hidden base under Mount Rushmore. Eight months since Mannequin tried to operate the device that they found down there.
Eight months since the young girl last saw the sun. That was the first point where everything went sideways, and to be entirely honest... Bo-
The girl has to admit that everything has simply continued free falling sideways ever since. From the time that they were outnumbered by the strange flying ships and the...
The aliens. (And isn't that a revelation!)
The aliens flying the ships didn't care or fear the Slaughterhouse nine. There wasn't any silicon around other than Shatterbird's costume, and some of the aliens were strong enough that they simply shrugged off her attacks before binding the girl down to the ground and wrenching her arms behind her back.
Jack didn't serve much better, because while yes he had a knife, and it did cut into the aliens, they were well trained and completely unworried about the threat that they faced. The only member of the nine that they weren't able to handle was the Siberian. And even then, they had a simple enough solution to the terrifying cape.
They took the rest and left. They just left the Siberian there on some floating rock in the middle of nowhere. Bone-
The girl doesn't know where Jack is. She doesn't know where any of the others are... They've all been separated and sent apart from each other.
That was the start of a long and painful eight months, where little by little the old man that she was put into the custody of has worked to help her. He's held her when she had nightmares, and given her advice when it came to any number of different things. The strangest thing...
Not only was the man a human, but he didn't seem to have the slightest idea what a Cape was. He didn't know what a Parahuman or a Scion or even the Slaughterhouse were. Instead...
"Riley!" The old man calls from the other room, "Grubs ready. I made Vaxasaurian Gumbo." Bone- Riley doesn't have the slightest idea what that is, and she isn't entirely sure she wants to.
Because while the old man is wise, and always willing to help... He has the strangest idea of good food that Riley has ever seen. And yes, this is counting even the things that Crawler eats. "Coming Grandpa Max!" The girl calls out, shaking the thoughts from her head. She can worry about what she's eating after she's had her fill. After all, a good girl always cleans her plate.
