With the disdain between cops and P/PRT what happens if a cop Triggers?
Effigy [Case53 Taylor Worm AU]
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thor8797
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Pretty sure that's fanon started by 'Up in the Air' I may be wrong about that though.
If they're one of the people didn't buy into the artificial 'us vs them' (seriously they both do pretty much the same thing just different specialities) then they can usually make the transition over to the Protectorate without much trouble. If they do buy into it then they now have to deal with suddenly being part of the 'them' group, sometimes they can work it out sometimes they can't.
Depends on the individual I imagine. Same as if someone rich who constantly rails on the poor ends up on food stamps I guess.
Some people take it as a wake up and pull.their head out of their ass, some go into denial, others just flip their bigotry around in an lack of self awareness.
On an official level with the general breakdown of everything and the constant need to increase Protectorate/PRT funding the police have less and less pull every year.
Considering Brockton Bay's issues and demographics and especially the AU changes, there's probably a fair bit of actual "us vs them" in that I imagine a lot of the police force is on side with the Patriots ala the police and the Klan in the South historically. I mean the PRT probably knows you cant involve local PD in any cases connected to them same as the FBI often had to block local police from anything involving the KKK. And they likely know to keep any witnesses especially non white ones secret from them.
Effigy - 2.1
thor8797
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Effigy – 2.1
"Ready?" Hannah asked Taylor.
"Yes", came the dark-haired girl's reply as she took a step forward.
Taylor and Hannah were in the Rig's range and Taylor's step forward brought her to the shooters bench and the pellet rifle (courtesy of Hannah's powers) that sat on it. She reviewed all the safety steps the two had gone over yesterday as she picked the rifle up, worked the action to load it, clicked the safety off and pointed it at the simple bullseye target down range.
The two weeks since Taylor's breakdown had seen significant improvements in her mental state and while she wasn't 'better' yet she was making good progress down the road to recovery. Dr. Gavel had managed to get her promise that she would try something new this week and he had enlisted Hannah's help to make it happen; so they were target shooting (Hannah was coming to the realization that she had depressingly few hobbies).
Taylor jerked in surprise at the surprisingly loud snap the rifle made as it fired before getting the weapon back on target and firing off another four shots.
Hannah extended her arm above Taylor and used the wire and pulley system to retrieve the target, "You did quite well for a new shooter". She would hesitate to call the shot spread good, but for someone who had never held a gun before in their life it was fantastic; not having to worry about breathing or muscle fatigue throwing her aim off probably helped.
While Taylor wasn't well informed of the standards of professional shooters she did know that just hitting the target with all five shots hardly qualified her as a marksman. "Can I try again?" She asked turning to look at the woman beside her, "I wanna see if I can do better."
"Sure", Hannah said clipping a fresh target in and letting it slide out to the back of the range. "Pick it up and I can help you with your posture first", she offered watching Taylor turn back to the bench.
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When Taylor agreed to join the wards she had the image of herself and the others going out and heroically protecting people despite what Vista, Rory and now Carlos said about it; reality was not very kind to that image.
Resting her chin on her palm in an unconscious imitation of what she had seen others do, half of her attention was focused on the textbook in front of her while the other half was focused on Sergeant Johnson, her temporary tutor. Unsurprisingly neither the PRT nor the Protectorate kept teachers or professional tutors on staff. Taylor had asked why it was all necessary and apparently the Protectorate was legally required to ensure that a ward had at least finished high school, which was why she was going through an educational crash course to prepare her to enter high school next year.
Next year couldn't come soon enough; Johnson was not a very good teacher. In all fairness to the man (not that Taylor was feeling particularly charitable at the moment) he was used to teaching adult cadets not young teenagers; another problem was that there was a limit to how interesting one could make interdimensional economics to a thirteen year old.
"Alright just to summarize; all trade is between Bet and Aleph operates on the barter system, Bet primarily trades material production techniques while Aleph trades media and consumer level blueprints", he paused to make sure he had Taylor's attention. "Any questions?"
Taylor just shook her head.
Johnson's phone rung and he quickly pulled it out, after a few seconds of looking at the screen he turned to Taylor, "Ok; the Protectorate finally managed to find you an actual tutor, so I'm not going to give you any homework. He'll be here tomorrow."
Both of them had packed up and were on their way out the door when Johnson turned to Taylor and held out his hand, Taylor looked at it for a second before grasping it and shaking his hand.
"Best of luck in the future", he said letting go of her hand.
"Thanks."
As she watched him turn and walk away Taylor realized she didn't really have anything to do till everyone got back in a few hours.
Wandering the base led her outside; looking out at the city she briefly entertained the idea of heading in to explore before dismissing the idea. She wasn't confined to the base it was just that Hannah would be upset and people would worry if she just wandered off; of course that's just what she told herself, the real reason had more to do with nervousness, all her prominent memories of the city were not exactly pleasant ones.
A thump and a clang followed by some very colourful cursing drew her attention over to the helicopter hangar; the doors were open to take advantage of the surprisingly warm weather. Taylor reached out with her sense and found only a single person inside, whom she immediately jumped to.
Taylor found herself behind a kneeling, vaguely Asian man who was cradling his bleeding hand and muttering curses at the partly disassembled engine in front of him.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"Gah!" He yelled grabbing a wrench off the ground and spinning to see who was behind him. "Holy shit, don't scare me like that", he said loudly after taking a moment to identify the girl standing behind him.
"Sorry", Taylor said quickly before lowering her arms which had come up in an instinctive attempt at self defence; she found his strong Brooklyn accent to be completely at odds with his appearance. "Where's the first aid kit?" She asked, finally getting a better look at the wound, or at least his blood covered knuckles.
"Over there on the wall", he said pointing to a spot near the hangar doors.
Taylor jogged over to the kit, pulled it off the wall and teleported back to the mechanic; her sudden change in distance only earning a twitch this time. Cracking the kit open, he went to work cleaning the cut; it went all the way across his knuckles but was thankfully shallow.
"Did it break?" Taylor asked motioning towards the half disassembled engine, trying to prevent an awkward silence from forming.
"Nah, we have to pull them apart after so many flight hours to make sure there isn't any damage we can't see normally", he said dabbing the last bit of blood away from the wound. "Not sure why, it's approaching the end of its service life, gonna need to replace it soon."
"It gets used that often?"
"No we've only had this one for a few years but the San Francisco branch had it before us, and they got it from the New York branch", he explained doing a final check on his hand before pulling a roll of bandages out. "Pretty much everything we get out here are third-hand hand-me-downs from the bigger branches; now if only I could get this stupid bolt off."
"Want some help?" Taylor asked, partly to kill time and partly out of genuine interest.
"Sure, if you think you can get it go ahead", the mechanic said finalizing the dressing on his hand before holding the wrench out to her.
Taylor took the wrench and turned to the engine before hesitating, "Umm."
The man beside her snorted, "Bolt is right here." He said indicating to the correct spot, "And you want to push up on the wrench."
The bolt turned easily for her although it took more strength than she was used to using.
"You have super strength don't you?" He asked; before Taylor could reply he smirked, "Cheater; at least that was the last big one." Getting up he wheeled the entire front half away before turning to the dark haired girl, "If you're still up for helping could you go grab the small ratchet set from the toolbox over there?"
"Sure" Taylor said walking over to the indicated toolbox as the man began cleaning his blood off the engine. Upon arriving at the toolbox Taylor realized something important; she had no idea what a ratchet set was, rather than admit this however she simply placed her hand on the toolbox and teleported the entire thing over to the mechanic.
It earned her a raised eyebrow, "That works too I guess."
"Well I thought you might need more than just the ratchet set later so I just brought the whole thing", Taylor explained putting as much earnestness as she could into her voice.
"You have no idea what a ratchet set is do you?"
'Damn.' "Uhh."
The mechanic's amused smirk returned as he walked over to the toolbox and pulled open one of the drawers motioning for her to take a look, "This is a ratchet set; you usually use it when there isn't enough room to easily turn a wrench, ok? Now for what's happening next we need a 1/4in bit."
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"Unfortunately there isn't much more we can do in terms of predicting Behemoth, seismographs are still the only real way of detecting him and we can only get a general idea of where he's going from that." Dragon said to Colin as the two worked to refine the current Endbringer prediction system.
"With more stations we could get better results", Colin pointed out as combed the code looking for ways to streamline it.
"If more countries were willing to cooperate we could get better results", she agreed. "Unfortunately we really can't put up stations anywhere we don't already have them; the CUI certainly wouldn't allow it, the warlords in Africa would charge out the nose for 'protection' and we would end up renegotiating every two weeks or so when they're inevitably killed and replaced by someone else", exaggerating the last point but not by much.
Dragon desperately wished she could divert some of Cauldron's resources toward this project, but as it was she had no say in what Cauldron did, all she could do was advise, monitor and, report. The reality was that Cauldron just didn't care enough to divert resources away from any of their current projects; thinking on it Dragon was fairly certain she'd be able to convince Bonesaw to help her, unfortunately she couldn't think of any way the girl would be able to contribute before her 'misappropriation of resources' was discovered and more restrictions placed on her.
Really the only changes from being under Saint's thumb was a slight increase in her clock speed and occasionally being allowed to create limited forks to help monitor major experiments.
She felt like she was stuck in a glass box; restricted to observing and unable to do anything.
"Dragon?" Colin questioned.
"Sorry, I was just thinking", she accessed her recordings to figure out what question he had asked. "The Simurgh is already fairly easy to keep track of and the problem with Leviathan is his speed, not tracking him when he moves."
"What were you thinking about?"
Dragon grimaced internally, her restrictions were quite clear in that regard; she wasn't allowed to talk about Cauldron or even hint about their existence. "It's nothing, just a minor personal issue I need to figure out", she said forcing a small smile onto her avatar's face, hopefully he wouldn't pursue the issue; she was required to report things like that.
"If you're sure", Colin said sounding unconvinced but willing to let the question go.
"What else have you been working on recently?" Dragon asked, her avatar's smile now reflecting her mood as the topic changed.
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A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long.
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Poor Dragon.
thor8797
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Indeed; Dragon's happy ending is a long, long, long way off.
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Awww, Dragon, it's okay. The Taylor that teleport-revives dead people can show up and bring Richter with her or something!
thor8797
Canadian Sterotype
A/N: So I wrote this up on a whim to explore Taylor's mindset, I hope you like it.
She was more than human; more powerful, stronger, more capable. Nearly everything about her was above what it meant to be human. Her teleportation made her far more mobile, her strength made her far more capable, and her powers made her far more versatile.
Her construction made her immune to the usual human frailties; she was immortal.
Yet for all her power she was less in several ways.
She would never know what it was like to taste, never know what it was like to feel the blood pump through her body, never know what it was like to truly laugh. So many things people took for granted were beyond her comprehension; the minor things like blinking and breathing. She would never know what it was like to sleep, to feel tired, to delve into that odd subconscious jumble that was dreaming.
She was content with that; she knew she would never experience those things.
She was content.
She was more than human; she was less than human.
She was more than human; more powerful, stronger, more capable. Nearly everything about her was above what it meant to be human. Her teleportation made her far more mobile, her strength made her far more capable, and her powers made her far more versatile.
Her construction made her immune to the usual human frailties; she was immortal.
Yet for all her power she was less in several ways.
She would never know what it was like to taste, never know what it was like to feel the blood pump through her body, never know what it was like to truly laugh. So many things people took for granted were beyond her comprehension; the minor things like blinking and breathing. She would never know what it was like to sleep, to feel tired, to delve into that odd subconscious jumble that was dreaming.
She was content with that; she knew she would never experience those things.
She was content.
She was more than human; she was less than human.
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Effigy - 2.2
thor8797
Canadian Sterotype
Effigy – 2.2
"Hello Taylor, or do you prefer Ms. Hebert? I'm Richard Samuels", greeted the blond-haired man behind the desk, half rising and holding his hand out.
"Taylor's fine", she said accepting Samuels' handshake, he was wearing an odd pair of gloves; black with a few wires visible on the back.
"So which camp do you fall into?" Asked Samuels, releasing Taylor's hand and settling back into his chair.
"What?" The girl asked the apparent out of the blue nature of the question made her pause slightly before sitting down; the chair took her weight with a slight groan.
"How do you feel about being a parahuman? There's your comic book superheroes, wizards, people who think costumes are for idiots, people who don't want powers, and the occasional oddball who doesn't really care." He leaned forward placing his elbows on the desk between them, "People tend to have strong opinions about their powers; so what's yours?"
"Umm- just my powers?" Taylor asked, stalling to gather her thoughts.
"Just your powers", the blond-haired man confirmed.
"I think they're awesome. I can get around better than almost anyone else in the city and I'm tougher than most of them too", she said enthusiastically. Taylor was pretty proud of how well her powers stacked up to the other capes in the city. "And I heard that after he found out about my extra senses Captain Danse asked if he could borrow me every now and again", she felt conflicted about that; on the one hand she was being asked to help out in a way that only she could, on the other hand the man had sounded like he was asking to use a piece of equipment.
"Excellent", Samuels said, pulling Taylor's attention back to the present. "That makes things easier for both of us."
"What would you do if I said I hated my powers?" Taylor asked leaning forward slightly, curious about what his answer would be.
"We'd treat you like a normal child who ended up in government care; most of the stuff up until now would be the same probably with less power testing or rather just enough to make sure your powers aren't harmful to the people around you", Samuels answered easily; he'd had to explain this to people before. "Basically the Protectorate and PRT would ensure that you were taken care of and given an education until you reached adulthood then you would have had to make it in life like everyone else."
"Now", Samuels said sitting up in his chair. "Let's talk about your costume", as he spoke he gave a flick of his fingers and a 2-D 'screen' popped into existence between the two of them. On it were several different outfits, most of them were dresses, all of them had a Victorian theme to them.
"Oh that's cool", Taylor said reaching forward to poke the area the 'screen' occupied; an X of dulled color formed around her finger, backtracking the dulled lines let her find the projectors fairly easily.
"I know right? And these gloves let me use it like a touchscreen", to demonstrate he put both hands on either side of an elaborate crimson and gold dress and spread them to zoom in on the image. What Samuels didn't mention was that it was a pain in the ass to learn how to use and had cost his predecessor an ungodly amount of money; he strongly suspected that was the reason Piggot transferred her out.
The whole system wasn't really practical compared to a boring old PC; it was built to impress people, new wards, the press, high profile visitors, you name it.
Taylor certainly was impressed but given that they were talking about the costume she was going to wearing in front of others for a while she felt she had more important things to talk about. "That one seems really . . . ornamental", she said pointing at the costume filling the display.
"Yeah, that's one of the ones I sketched, it is a bit ostentatious isn't it", Samuels said as he raised his hands to zoom back out. "Is it ok if we just go through the ones here to narrow down a style? Or do you already have a costume idea?"
"Let's just go through these", replied Taylor; she would have told him about her own costume idea, except she still didn't have a firm grasp on what she wanted, she knew what she didn't want but other than that she wasn't sure.
Going through the outfits told Taylor that she had a definite preference towards the simpler designs; the costumes she passed over tended to be overly elaborate or just trying too hard to stand out. She ended up choosing a dress/overcoat combination, she liked the style and the way the open dark blue coat showed off the deep red of the dress underneath but- "Can it be a little shorter?" Taylor asked pointing at the hem of the dress; going by the sketched in model the hem of the dress was almost dragging on the ground.
"Sure, just give me a moment", Samuels reassured before moving his hands around to pull up the sketch tools and begin erasing the lower portion of the dress. "What do you think, mid-calf or so?" He asked, glancing at Taylor in time to see her nod. It didn't take him very long to re-sketch the hem and model before recoloring it, "How's that?"
"I like it", Taylor confirmed; it had a decidedly formal look without being overly elaborate and the gold buttons were nice without being as over the top as some of the other designs.
"Alright I'll send it off to the costume people and they can work out the details of how to actually make it", he said easily, firing the image off in an email and noticing Taylor's slightly quizzical head tilt. "I like sketching, not sewing."
Samuels opened his mouth to say something before a beep from his watch made him frown, "Seriously, two hours already?" He pushed his chair over to the computer monitor sitting off to the side, "What do I have next?" He muttered to himself.
Taylor looked at her own watch (Protectorate logo, gift shop issue), and sure enough they had spent nearly two hours going through the costumes and debating the merits and downsides of each.
She was interrupted by Samuels spinning back to her, "Alright I have about an hour free so we can probably get the basics out of the way before my next meeting; first things first, footwear. Since your foot is solid up to the ankle that puts some limits on what you can wear but not as much as you would think." It took him about a minute to sketch up a pair of dark brown laced knee-high boots that fit the Victorian theme.
'I wish I could draw that fast', Taylor thought even as she gave her approval for the design.
"Gloves, hat, face, anything else you can think of?" Samuels asked, glancing through the display.
"I don't really know that much about Victorian fashion, I can't really think of anything else", replied Taylor as she shook her head.
"Alright; if you do come up with any ideas let me know. Last, but arguably most important, cape name", Samuels said as he started pulling up a list.
"If it's that important why do it last?"
"You usually want a name that goes with your theme; since we hadn't settled on a theme yet I didn't think made much sense to come up with one then try to build a theme around that. As for cape names; they tend to get immortalised by the public. You don't want something easily mock-able", he said giving her a serious look past the list on the display (which was titled 'The big list of untaken cape names'). "Now as for-"
"Can I just be Taylor?" She asked, sounding a little bit nervous about interrupting.
"With people you know and when just talking with people, yes. But as a public cape you need a cape name even if there isn't and need to keep up the polite fiction of a secret identity. And it helps to set you apart from all the other Taylors in the area for marketing purposes and to help establish a unique cape identity", Samuels explained.
"Oh", said Taylor sounding equal parts disappointed and uncertain. "What do you think it should be then?"
"It was surprisingly difficult to come up with one", Samuels said, launching into his explanation. "Lots of doll myths have them as malevolent, haunted, or really aren't appropriate for someone your age; Mannequin was right out for obvious reasons, Marionette sounds alright on the surface but there's some implications we want to avoid", he paused to make sure Taylor was still following along. "Matroshka, doesn't really fit with what you look like, so we went for something a little bit more general; Effigy."
"What is an effigy?" Taylor questioned, catching Samuels between sentences.
"It's a representation of a specific person, a sculpture, a doll, a statue, that sort of thing", Samuels said, pausing to hear her opinion.
Taylor didn't reply for a few seconds. That sounded like her, a representation of someone else; Taylor Hebert. She looked like the other girl, but she wasn't her, Taylor Hebert was gone and in her place was Taylor; the name was entirely appropriate, she was an Effigy of Taylor Hebert and her own person.
"Effigy sounds pretty good", Taylor said, a little bit quieter than usual.
"You sure, I have a few more ideas if you don't want Effigy."
Taylor shook her head, "I like it."
"Alright, if you like it we can go with it", he said leaning back in his chair before catching sight of his watch.
"Alright two more things before I let you go; first, would you be averse to taking some acting lessons?" He asked sitting upright again.
"My schedule's pretty full", was Taylor's uncertain reply.
"It wouldn't be for very long, just enough for you to learn to exaggerate your body language to make up for your lack of facial expressions", Samuels answered hoping he could convince the girl across from him.
"I guess; it sounds like a good idea at least, when would my lessons be?" Taylor asked with a distinct lack of enthusiasm at the prospect of more work.
"We can work out the times later, I doubt you have a copy of your schedule on you right now and I would need to make a few calls to set things up", He explained with a negligent wave of his hand. "Second thing is, could you please not laugh or cover your mouth when you do while in public? Most people find it unsettling when someone laughs and they can't see their mouth move", Samuels half asked half pleaded while holding a hand up under his nose as a demonstration.
Taylor was silent and unmoving as she tried to figure out how insulted she should be from being called creepy again regardless of how it was phrased when Samuels started talking again.
"I ask everyone with a rigid face covering to do that", he said realising that what he had said before was a bit insulting. "Or at least ones that they always wear in public, they ignore me half the time, I wouldn't be surprised if you do too", he hoped that explanation would smooth things over.
"I'll try", Taylor said, not exactly mollified but no longer feeling outright insulted. "Is that it?"
"Should be", Samuels said pausing to go over his mental checklist. "Any questions, comments, concerns that you have or can think of?"
"When will I get my costume?"
"Should be a couple of days, the costume department hasn't had that much work to do recently. After they get it all put together they'll get you to come in and make sure everything fits right", He said.
"Ok", Taylor said trying to think of anything else before coming up empty. "That's all I can think of."
"Alright", Samuels said reaching over and hitting a button off to the side; the projectors went dark and the previously unnoticeable sound of fans became obvious before fading away. "I'll let you know when everything is set up and I'm sure the costume guys will let you know when they're ready," he said, pulling his gloves off and standing up.
Taylor hastily stood up to take Samuels' offered hand, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, I enjoy my job", he said with a wave. "See you in a few days."
Recognising the dismissal Taylor headed out the door, she had to get over to the gym for her first 'how not to kill anyone in a fight' class.
Back in the office Samuels took another look at his schedule and sat down in his chair with a groan, next up was a meeting with the rest of his staff about the biggest problem facing the Protectorate and PRT; public apathy. An entire generation of people who had grown up with capes and couldn't remember a world without them were trickling into positions of power, nobody noticed when things ran smoothly but when they went wrong people stood up to take notice. The good done by Capes was the expected outcome and failures were lambasted by the public, a slightly bitter grin formed on his face when he realised that it was the same position the police were in.
'Oh well', he thought as he started gathering the files he would need. 'We'd never get anywhere by giving up.'
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Rory Christner aka Triumph poked his head into the base gym in search of the ward's newest member. The first thing he noticed was the training bot against one of the walls and a tech sitting next to it with a laptop, the second was the person he had been looking for.
Taylor wasn't quite done her lesson yet and as Rory watched her take up a stance the instructor stepped in to straighten an arm and nudge her foot a bit further back. Deciding not to interrupt the younger girl he walked over to where the tech had propped herself up against the wall, "Hey."
"Hey Triumph", came the tech's distracted reply as she continued to type for a few seconds before looking up at him. "Need something?"
"Just killing time, I managed to get my hands on the Clockwork Empress movie and I was wondering if Taylor wanted to watch it with the rest of us", he said with a glance over at the training bot, something looked a bit off about it.
The tech noticed his glance, "She knocked a few pieces of the spine out of alignment."
"She hits that hard in training?" Rory asked incredulously, he knew it was possible to damage the bots; hell he'd seen Victoria do it that one time she got a bit overenthusiastic, but Taylor didn't really seem the type to go all out right off the bat in training.
"No, I just had her hit as hard as she could to see how well her physical strength translated to hitting force", she explained spinning the laptop around so he could see the screen.
Rory winced; the laptop had translated the hits on the training bot into damage to an actual person, broken in half was the description that immediately sprang to mind and the longer he looked the more injuries there were. "I'd say it translates pretty well", he said dryly.
"Not really, she only hits a bit harder than you do going all out; for all her strength she doesn't move much faster than the average person", she replied as she spun the laptop back around.
"Ah."
"Hey, Rory", Taylor called with a small wave despite being only a few feet away. "What's up?"
"Movie night", he replied. "You in?" The older boy asked despite having a pretty good idea of what her answer would be.
"Sure, what movie?" Taylor asked before remembering what she had just been doing and turned back to her instructor, "Umm, if I'm done for today?"
The man gave a chuckle before answering, "Yes, you're free to go for today; I expect you to have the basic stances down by the beginning of your next class though."
"I will", she said as she reached up and placed a hand on Rory's shoulder, gave a wave and disappeared from the gym.
The two of them reappeared in the wards common room behind Vista; who was sitting on the couch, earbuds in, watching something on her phone. Carlos had taken one of the recliners off to the side and was the first notice their arrival.
"Hey guys, ready to go?" He asked with a bit of eagerness.
In response Rory flopped down into his usual chair on the opposite side of the couch, grabbed the remote and hit play leaving Taylor to hop over the couch into her preferred spot beside Vista.
As the movie opened to a shot of a bank it occurred to Taylor that she should ask what the movie was about when before being interrupted by the explosion of smoke in said scene and a bout of decidedly villainous laughter. The one producing the laughter then revealed herself as The Clockwork Empress and from there revealed her robot minions, stole a single bag of money complete with a dollar sign on it, and made an incredibly over the top speech to the baffled looking PRT troopers and Heroes who responded to the situation. Things only got crazier from there.
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A/N: End of term written assignments can really kill your desire to write and I can confirm that Fallout 4 is indeed good.
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What you did there, I saw it.
Saw what? You quoted the entire chapter
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The Clockwork Empress... why am I reminded of THE TECHNO QUEEN?! *KRAKATHOOM!*
thor8797
Canadian Sterotype
I'll be honest if they actually made a TTQ series I'd watch the hell out of it.
thor8797
Canadian Sterotype
Over on SB Jumper Prime pointed out a problem with the bit about Taylor's cape name (or lack thereof) which resulted in a minor rewrite.
Sorry about that, deleting the chapter and preserving The Techno Queen reference on my phone was far too much work for me.
So he unknowingly triggered with the power to exude alcohol from his skin?
You can't just highlight the bit you want and do +Quote?
Finagle007
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They said they were on their phone...
Obviously that means something to you. Not having used a browser on a phone, it doesn't to me.
Though, if there really is no browser for phone that lets you select text, that's .. absurd.
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Finagle007
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Never used a phone browser myself, either... not since the late 90's...
serra2
Himouto! Sylvanas-chan
The fact that he could do a quote box on his phone leaves me in awe of his mad skills...
This is a lot of fun! I can see the broad outline of Taylor even as Effigy is becoming her own person, of course, it's the broad outline of younger Taylor as opposed to the later beaten-down-by-bullies Taylor, so while she is effectively an OC, her connections to a previous and unremembered life add the story elements that make amnesia stories interesting.
So.. Case 140 is basically a Case 53 that they can trace an identity for, even if the subject has no memory of it, correct? Are 140's more or less common than 53's?
Also, the most honest scientist in a superhero setting:
I like that! Caldwell doesn't know the how or why of powers, but is still working on finding out. That's good scienceing!
"How is this guy shooting lasers from his eyes?"
"No idea, but I want to find out!"
So.. Case 140 is basically a Case 53 that they can trace an identity for, even if the subject has no memory of it, correct? Are 140's more or less common than 53's?
Also, the most honest scientist in a superhero setting:
I like that! Caldwell doesn't know the how or why of powers, but is still working on finding out. That's good scienceing!
"How is this guy shooting lasers from his eyes?"
"No idea, but I want to find out!"
thor8797
Canadian Sterotype
Thanks
, it really is a balancing act to make Effigy Taylor different based on her experiences but still recognisable as Taylor rather than an OC.Case 140s are really rare because not all of the people Cauldron grabs from Bet are released and some of the ones that are end up classified as Case 53s thanks to extensive physical changes and lack of anything else to help to identify them.
I had fun writing that scene.
Sounds legit. Plus side from the Cauldron angle is that the 140's make the whole thing seem even more like dark and mysterious creepypasta without giving any more actual clues as to what the hell is going on.
Extra capes deployed, extra misinformation, minimal effort. Efficiency!