Exploding Canon (Worm SI)

Exploding Canon (Worm SI)
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An SI in which the author abruptly wakes up in Worm... as Bakuda.

Unsurprisingly, things explosively derail from there.
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Index post, primarily because Omake seem to be an inevitability here.

Premise: I wake up in Worm... as Bakuda. Canon promptly explodes.

Arc 1: Insinuation
1.1
1.2
1.3
1.4
1.5
1.x Taylor

Arc 2: Derail
2.1
2.x Coil (Official Arc 2 Interlude by @CovertCloud)
2.2
2.3
2.4
2.5
2.z

Arc 3: Descent
3.1
3.2
3.3
3.4
3.x
3.y
3.5

Arc 4: Abyss
4.1
4.d
4.2
4.c
4.3
4.b
4.4
4.a
4.5
4.#

Arc 5: Inhuman
5.1
5.2
5.3
5.4
5.5

Omake
I, Watashi by @ElleonXan

Relevant listening(?)

I find some tunes help me get into the Exploding Canon headspace. Maybe they'll add to the reader experience.

It Has Come To This. The classic justification for bad decisions. A pretty great tune in its own right, too, which helps.

Unawakening Float. A surprisingly peaceful tune for surprisingly stressful levels, only beaten out by Donkey Kong Country 2's Bramble music. The previous sentence is a relevant statement.

Fight The Knight. Another Sonic final boss tune. Honestly, I'm not even sure why this one gets me into the mood.

Violent Battle. Faced with overwhelming, alien forces from beyond the world you know, trying to beat them anyway... and possibly succeeding, if you're canny, clever, or willing to put in some hard work.

Generations. Bakuda is surprisingly chill for someone who genuinely expects to die on a routine basis, isn't she?

Alien Base Assault TLP. Focused, energetic, yet kind of calm.

Cruel Rose. Particularly pertinent to Arc 5.
 
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… mrrgghle.

Ow.

Why do I feel like what I imagine a hangover would feel like? Why does everything feel like headache? Even my fingers feel like headache. That doesn't even make sense.

Uuuugh.

I'm... in a workshop or something I guess? There's machinery parts and stuff. It's... a weirdly eclectic collection. Why is there a disassembled toaster on a table next to a -actually, what is that? God. I dunno.

"Bakuda."

Gah! Right behind me! I hate that shit!

"Lung has been captured by the Protectorate."

Um.

"We need a plan."

I turn slowly. Very slowly. Everything hurts, and also I'm kind of not liking anything about this. I try to say something. It doesn't come out at all the way I want, sounding more like someone clearing their throat than words.

Really? That carries to here?

Wait, I'm feeling like shit, maybe that's not it.

Regardless, I'm now facing a man wearing a mask like what a samurai might wear, covered in knives. And grenades. And... little bags? Huh. He's standing with very neutral body language, arms just sort of... hanging at his side. They're not in pockets, or held behind him, or crossed in front of him, or anything. I get the distinct impression of someone who has forgotten about his own arms. Or something. Everything about his body language is like that. He's not acting impatient, or frustrated, or anything I'd expect given that I'm standing there not answering him.

… that part of canon is fucking retarded though! Goddammit.

Wait, no, don't jump to conclusions. Um.

"Do-" Goddammit. I clear my throat. "Ideas?"

Presumably-Oni-Lee stands there, unreacting. He doesn't even tell me "no". Or slump. Or anything.

Well. If... this is Oni Lee... and he's got that stupid plot point being true... well. He's... probably not going to kill me in my sleep if he thinks I'm acting oddly or knife me if I do something "too heroic" or whatever.

Things could be worse.

Fuck, have I -Bakuda- whatever. Has recruitment by headbomb happened yet? My eyes wander over the workshop for a moment, forgetting about Oni Lee's impassive presence.

Suddenly I'm flooded with ideas. The toaster's heating coils can be combined with some carefully molded aluminum wrapped in a tungsten- it's a bomb. A fear bomb. Uh. Wait, how does that-

lava bomb, holographic mine, time stop bomb, melting bomb, trap-and-time-accelerate bomb (Khonsu bomb), power mimicking bomb, bomb that leaves a temporary force field, napalm bomb, melding bomb, ice bomb, black hole bomb

-gah! This... oh. Huh. No, none of these are actually designed for surgical insertion. Half of them would short-circuit without a frame to protect them from squishy meats, others would detonate from the body heat, one of them would... well, it would work, but it wouldn't produce a black hole, it would sort of... ew. Never mind.

Okay. Bakuda... me... whoever wasn't in the middle of designing bombs to put into people. That's... that's good.

… didn't Bakuda only start doing that as part of rescuing and avenging Lung? That... yeah, Oni Lee just told me Lung was captured. Right.

… well. So. Before... yeah, definitely before the fight with Uber and Leet and -actually, wouldn't this be before Taylor joins the Undersiders?

… now if only... actually, I can probably Google Winslow and look for a student called Taylor Hebert.

Huh.

Huh.

Problem: I'm... I guess currently in charge of the Azn Bad Boys. Or was it Boyz? No, no I don't think they were that orky. Not conducive to allying with Taylor. Or the Undersiders in general. Even aside from being a villain, you know, racism.

Oh. Great. Now I'm a racist. I mean, I don't think Bakuda was actually racist, as far as canon went, not really, just convinced of her own superiority and working for a racist organization... but then, if she was against racism I doubt whatever happened to recruit her would've worked. It's not like Lung personally showed up and gave a "join or die" deal.

I absent-mindedly remember Oni Lee is still here. Staring blankly at me.

… I'm not sure he's blinked once.

Creepy.

Um. "Ass-" goddammit. Clear throat again. "Assets?"

Oni Lee rattles off a list of the guns, money, number of members (Wow, that many?), businesses paying protection money, families paying protection money that are probably amenable to currying favor with us... and also includes himself and me in the list. (Dammit, no other parahumans. Wildbow, why couldn't you ever define more ABB capes?) Oh, and we have a PRT mole.

Wait, we have a PRT mole?! Is that canon? I don't remember that from canon. Fuck, I hope this is just a gray zone "not explicitly covered by canon" thing and not a "I'm going to discover Eden isn't dead because ha ha not canon" thing. They... uh. We? Did? Do hit the PRT truck carrying Lung in canon, so we've got to have a source of information so. Huh. Okay, that makes sense.

God. Uh. Christ. Do I even want to rescue Lung?

Actually, no, first question.

"Oni Lee-" wait fuck do we use cape names or not well he's in costume uh fuck it "-if I suggested not rescuing Lung, what would you say to that?"

No response. Huh. I didn't think it wou-

and then he disintegrates and there's a knife at my throat behind me and Oni Lee is muttering something threatening-sounding and probably Japanese.

"Uh. I, uh, didn't catch that." Oni Lee says, loudly and slowly "No. We free Lung or die trying."

Oh. Well then.

I need to get a remote-detonatable bomb on him. ASAP.
 
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1.2

Thankfully, Oni Lee is just making a point, and after I affirm my commitment to Lung rather than the ABB as an organization (You know, the organization I'd be in charge of if we don't rescue Lung, fancy that), he backs off without actually slitting my throat or anything.

We brainstorm for a bit. Or I do, anyway, with Oni Lee providing information to plan with.

The gist of what we settle on is that our mole will work out when Lung is going to be taken to the Birdcage, the route the truck will take, etc, and in the meantime I'm going to make a lot of bombs. Oni Lee will use some of these bombs to make a distraction by attacking the Protectorate HQ ("The PRT HQ." he corrects. "No, I mean the rig. Your teleportation is line of sight, and attacking the capes in their unassailable fortress will be much more alarming than hitting the PRT HQ.") while a bunch of our goons loyal soldiers are going to be led by me in attacking the truck/freeing Lung, carrying even more of the bombs.

My actual plan is I'm going to set up all of the bombs I make for Lee as remote-detonatable, kill him, and move from there. I do wish I could get him to put them on without having to go through with the attack, but Oni Lee is passive, not stupid, and his loyalty to Lung clearly gives him some basis for making decisions, even if they're centered around getting Lung back into command. He's not going to let me casually assassinate him.

Still. I can probably make a good case for having been recruited by the ABB at gunpoint and... wait. Bakuda is the... Cornell? Or something? She blew up or threatened to blow up her university, I forget which. Fuck. Not a good basis for convincing people I'm not really a villain.

Not that I really want to be a hero in the Wormverse, given how the whole Protectorate/PRT system is so blatantly corrupt a depressing number of villains are more moral and just than the heroes, even while being murderers, but I'd rather be a rogue than a villain if I can avoid it. Either that or get in the ground floor on Plan: Warlord Skitter, which... hmm. Worth thinking about.

This is really all in the back of my head as I'm working on one bomb after another. I make sure to set Oni Lee's set of bombs off in a separate spot, and I replace one of my earrings with a tinkertech transmitter. Doesn't do anything unless it comes out of my ear, at which point it sends the signal and all the bombs asplode. It has to do with reading my pulse, electrical conduction of the skin, salt content of my sweat, and a half dozen other things to make sure it's attached to my ear, and that said ear is alive and attached to my head.

Because frankly, fuck Oni Lee if he decides to backstab me anyway out of paranoia or something.

To my immense irritation when I try to imagine how I could do the obvious thing and convert that little transmitter/sensor bead thing into a medical instrument, I get nothing. When I try to imagine giving it a screen providing that information for human use... nothing. I can imagine setting it up so it's connected to a syringe and will automatically trigger the syringe under Y conditions, so that's something, since that could be de-Tinkerteched into any number of emergency medical devices, such as auto-injecting an epi pen, but mostly the power -my power?- is unhelpful unless it can be used as a trap, which hey, lethal injections when triggering a condition qualify.

Not a bomb, interestingly, even though it has no problems translating into bombs, but a trap. I'm pretty sure. I have an easy time imagining tinkertech trap doors and the like, stuff like dumping people into space via portal. Gun? No-go. Has me wondering if the canon bazooka was just an ordinary bazooka the ABB had, because I can't get my power to give me bazooka ideas. Claymores, sure, which are kind of like bazookas, I guess, but not anything I can carry around and fire bombs out of. Even making grenades is more a simple adaptation of making tripwire bombs than something my power wants to actually give me.

I also try to pay attention to if Tinkertech is magical bullshit sustained by the shard or just really advanced technology I'm somehow skipping the industrial base necessary for. I stop that when it occurs to me that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between "It's ordinary steel, except my power is altering it on an ongoing basis" and "Steel I Tinker with is transmogrified into superscience metal that is normally physically possible but not by taking a blowtorch to a toaster". Not without the help of a power-blocking Trump, and frankly if it was that simple to figure out the Wormverse would probably have figured it out way before me.

For that matter, most of the things I create could literally be "a plastic ball my shard has marked as something Bakuda intends to explode into ice" and it obligingly does so through manual shard means, nothing reverse-engineerable about it without accessing the shard somehow.

So yeah.

Mostly I focus on making bombs. For one thing, I need to sell Oni Lee on my insincere sincerity. For another... well. I like working on things. I've focused more on the internal logic of video games and fiction, but really I've always loved physics and I like making things, even if I don't usually think of myself as an artist. Even looking at my finished explosives I don't feel any sense of beauty or whatever it is artsy people think makes art so wonderful, but I do like the sense of sitting down for a few hours and at the end of it having something I can point to and say "I did that".

I suspect shard influence too, mind, because I lose track of time, fail to feed myself, don't sleep, don't shower, don't even think to look at myself in the mirror or anything until Oni Lee shows up again while I'm working on a particularly delicate piece goddammit and informs me that it's been 36 hours and if I let myself die before we rescue Lung he'll kill me.

That's not him being funny. I'm not sure he knows what humor is. I think he intends it more like "When I die I'll find you in the afterlife and kill you".

Doesn't stop me from giggling hysterically, but then everything is hysterical when you're in that kind of condition.

I think I know why I felt like shit when I first woke up, anyway, and it's not because Bakuda was secretly a lush. I -she- fuckit, whatever, we were probably already marathoning making bombs when Oni Lee showed up to deliver the news/I woke up as Bakuda.

So basically I haven't slept in who-knows-how-long, or eaten, and barely had anything to drink. Only gone to the bathroom one time I can recall, and even then I forgot to pull my pants up (Yes Bakuda is a pants girl, apparently) because I had a brilliant idea for a bomb that would knock out the, the, shit I dunno, the part of the brain that actually gives a fuck about winning. I only didn't brain myself because I hit the ground palm-first, instead of assaulting the ground with my head. They still sting.

It takes an astounding amount of willpower to not snap at Oni Lee over interrupting this piece, and I actually sort of... wobble... in place for a few seconds, part of me saying finish the bomb! while another part of me is saying and then you'll start on the next bomb instead of taking care of yourself. What breaks the stalemate is the realization that I really have no idea what I look like beyond female and Asian. Presumably.

It turns out this workshop has a kitchen. I sort of absently remember that, oh yeah, I did come back here and rip out parts from the refrigerator, didn't I? There's instant pizza in the freezer, still cold enough in spite of the fridge being dead that I decide to chance it and stuff three of them into the oven -I didn't take that apart, thankfully- while I pour myself some juice and head to the shower the building also has. Kind of has me wondering what this was before it was my workshop, because it's not an apartment/house. Looks more like a warehouse, with bare concrete, a vaulting ceiling, etc.

After hydrating myself, taking a shower, realizing I didn't find a new outfit first, and wandering around in a towel -which I have never done in my life before and it takes me a minute to remember I should probably get chest coverage too- before I find the horribly neglected sleeping/clothing/etc space. The bed looks like hotel staff just got to it. Unless Oni Lee has some kind of standing compulsion to clean things -which doesn't mesh with anything else in this place- I'm suspecting Bakuda never slept in it at all. I'm vaguely annoyed to find that Bakuda, though she preferred pants, otherwise trended toward blouses. Girly blouses. For that matter the pants are... well, her overall outfit approach puts me in mind of "Hollywood ladysuit" rather than anything really practical. I hate seeing that, I don't want to wear it.

To be fair, what I want to wear is t-shirts and shorts, but I'm not sure I can get away with that, unless Bakuda is really plain or ugly or otherwise going to be ignored in her civilian identity.

Or I could never use a civilian identity, I guess. I think too many Worm characters ignore the possibility entirely for no clear reason. And fanfics, too. Hell, fanfics tend to annoy me more with that.

Whatever. I compromise and dress all in black, ignoring the pink blouses. I like pink, don't get me wrong, but I like practical designs that happen to be pink. And to be fair I do shit like buy a pink DS because I'm a masculine male who happens to enjoy fucking with people's heads: you wanna tell me I can't have a pink DS? Hahahaha fuck you, real men can do what they want. If I'm a girl it's just... not fucking with people's heads to wear pink.

I grudgingly go with a black, lacy bra. Uuuugh. Why Bakuda, why. I better not find out she/I slept her way to getting good grades. Please, please just be a stereotypical Asian girl pushed to be simultaneously an amazing student and a girly girl beyond reproach, and somehow have decided lacy underthings fit to that. The bra is a pain, seeing as how the only capacity in which I've ever touched a bra before was for doing laundry, and the clasp is on the back and I don't have experience doing up clasps I can't see and ugh.

I don't put on panties. I don't have any clue what underwear is for. Or underpants if you want to be specific/technical. Bras are for supporting breasts in a practical way, so unless I want to be in pain and/or cut the things off -which, hey, also would hurt- they need support. Underpants are just inexplicable.

I just wish Bakuda had even one bra that wasn't "if you can see my cleavage I'm providing a pleasant framing to the view too". Oi.

Then the smell of "pizza that will be burning in the next sixty seconds if you don't get it out right now" prevents me from going to look at myself in a mirror.

Turns out I'm not only hungry enough to finish all three pizzas in one sitting but that I'm hungry enough I seriously consider starting more. Ultimately I decide to just start another, since I killed the fridge they'll be going bad soon anyway so it's not particularly more wasteful if I end up throwing half of it out or something. Maybe I can give Oni Lee half of it or something. Assuming his shard hasn't completely destroyed his normal social models, sharing food will make him more inclined to trust me. Also will make me more likely to be open with him, but based on experience I'm more likely to share horrifying/cool scientific facts like duck sex being so rape-based that female ducks are in an arms race with male ducks, rather than providing personal information, so really it just reduces my odds of being killed by Oni Lee and/or increases my odds of convincing him to pretty please put on a dozen awesome bombs I made, they're not intended to kill you honest wink wink nudge nudge.

While the pizza is cooking I finally go and take a look at myself.

I'm kind of disappointed at Bakuda's taste. Not only am I personally not a fan of this stuff, but the black outfit I'm wearing that she presumably selected doesn't even look all that good on her by any metric I care to name except maybe "Not completely hideous". Also? It's uncomfortable. Of course it's uncomfortable. Can't have personal comfort getting in the way of... fashion or something, who knows what was going through her head. Okay, probably not fashion in her case, but she clearly put personal comfort as a depressingly low priority, whatever it was that specifically was placed above it.

Then I remember I was actually wanting to see what Bakuda looks like, you know, personally, and look at my new face and stuff like that. This is less productive than it might be for another person. I'm probably face-blind, or partially face-blind, no official diagnosis but it's likely, and that also seems to have carried forward because I just have difficulty interpreting my own face as anything other than "female, Asian, maybe specifically Korean?". Are my lips large? Hell if I know. I have to stop and think to check my eye color, and frankly since it's not... pink or something... I don't find myself particularly caring about what it is. (Blue, for reference. I will forget this in sixty seconds) What was my eye color before? I want to say brown, but I never cared then either, it's been years since I paid enough attention to actually know. Am I pretty? Hell if I know, I've never felt that Hollywood "babes" were all that different from the average woman on the street, I clearly don't have the requisite brain-whatever to make judgment calls on that topic.

Main thing is I'm finally reminded specifically of my hair. It's been there annoying me the whole time, but somehow it never quite registered as urgent enough to actually do anything about. Now that I'm seeing it, yeah, it's long. I like long hair in theory. I find it enormously obnoxious in practice, and I've never had hair longer than my shoulders before. Too much of a pain to keep clean, for all that it's viscerally satisfying to feel the hair swinging around, separate from my own body input.

Also? I'm now a cape, I'm going to get into fights for sure rather than as a maybe, if for no other reason than because I have an alien sitting in my head screaming get into fights!!! I'm not exactly a conflict avoider at the best of times, I certainly won't be keeping my head down now. So, long hair? A liability.

Trying to find a pair of scissors turns into Tinkering a pair of scissors using parts from... god, I dunno what it was... and ending up with a monomolecular knife, which is honestly a stupid concept but Earth Bet isn't actually operating on physics as we know it so I guess a monomolecular knife is somehow a non-retarded concept here. Or maybe this is just how the shard is explaining some actually sensical science to me, because I don't have enough physics to understand the real explanation. That's a possibility too. Whatever. I cut my hair very carefully with it (As in, go back to the mirror, hold my hair away from my head, cut only where I can see and keep it away from my hand holding the hair), bringing it down to a rough length of almost-shoulder-length. Maybe I'll go to a barber later. Or a hair stylist, I guess? Would going to a barber as a girl somehow have people going why that is strange and interesting and therefore probably that girl is a cape? Ugh.

Then I smell the pizza actually burning. God dammit.

Thankfully, I consider burnt pizza edible, and occasionally even better than merely cooked pizza. Even more thankfully, being Bakuda hasn't made that stop being true. Dunno if that's secretly true of 99% of humanity or if that's some weird translation consistency thing going on here -I wasn't Asian or a girl before this, I'd expect differences but nothing has leapt out so far beyond the obvious- but the pizza works out. Oni Lee does not ask for any, and in fact he left at some point so I can't offer any.

I decide to take a pen and write up a little sign pointing at what's left of the pizza (About a third) saying "For Oni Lee" and set it and the pizza up somewhere out of the way. Why not, I'm not hungry anymore.

Then I go to try to sleep in the bed, which smells of nothing beyond detergent. I fucking hate detergent. Also, that basically confirms that this bed has never been used before.

Eventually I grab the least detergent-y blanket, drag it off the bed to the ground nearby, concrete or no, and curl up in that on the floor and sleep. Seriously, fuck detergent, it smells horrible, leaves the eyes burning, fuck it, I'd literally rather sleep on the floor.

It doesn't take long for me to drift off.

I dream of nothing, which is pretty normal for me, but kind of surprising in context.
 
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To my immense irritation, I discover that Bakuda was also a heels girl.

I think I sort of get the heels. They're so ridiculously heel-y that they probably add a few inches to her height. I'm not sure whether Bakuda -me, now- is particularly short, but she's Asian and female so the odds are weighted in that direction, and even if she's actually tall unless she's ridiculously tall it's all too easy to imagine she wants ridiculous high heels so she can tower over other people and/or not have them tower over her. I'm mostly annoyed at how everything is heels. No flats? Not a one?

I take some comfort in the fact that they're all a somber jet black, nothing pink or worse, red.

Still, I need to buy something more practical. Even if having Bakuda's body has people disinclined to take me seriously, even if that causes problems down the line, with the ability to produce nonsense like time stop bombs I'm going to be putting the Fear Of Me into people pretty much no matter what I do, so striving to have an appropriate image in other realms isn't a high priority. I'll be able to lean on my reputation down the line, and in the meanwhile I can just blow people up to make a point. It's not like everything I make has to be lethal. I can make a point about being able to kill people without killing people.

In other words, I can dress down and still get respect.

For the moment I stick to going barefoot indoors. The concrete is chillier than I might prefer, but I haven't gotten the hiccups yet so it can't be that bad. Maybe I can get Oni Lee to buy me some shoes. Or get a flunky to do it, though I haven't actually seen any flunkies since I woke up. Worst case scenario I go buy flats in my ridiculous high heels and hope I don't break my neck on the way. I've done worse.

I also finally remember to look for a costume.

I don't have a costume.

I'm not really surprised that Bakuda doesn't have her canon costume, given that wearing it was the condition Uber and Leet set for being hired by her and it's a part of the Bomberman theme. (I presume) No idea where the gas mask fits into that or whether the distorted voice does at all. I don't remember there being a Bomberman character that wears a gas mask, though to be fair I also don't remember any female Bomberman characters because I've never been a huge fan of the series, so whatever. Regardless, I was honestly expecting a costume.

I feel sort of stupid for expecting a costume, because really Bakuda doesn't have a lot of use for one. She's known to be the Cornell Bomber or whatever it was, and even if her name and face aren't widespread public knowledge it's not like it would be hard to look up "female Asian student that failed a class at blah university" and pin her down, so her civilian identity is basically blown. Which is probably why she accepted joining the ABB, now that I think about it. Aaaand it also means I can't just walk down the street and buy some flats in my civilian identity.

I did cut my hair, and it's hilarious how often just having a different haircut kills people's ability to recognize you. The Discovery Channel has some great stuff with real-life incidents of that working. So maybe I can get away with it one time.

Not leaving without armaments, mind, because it would be just stupid to wander around with a known criminal identity and no protection.

Also, I'm possibly a pretty young lady now so maybe I'll have to deal with inappropriate attention of that sort. Hm. Maybe I should build a taser or something. Can I build a taser?

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The short answer: no, I cannot build a taser. I can build something that induces epileptic convulsions, and I can jury-rig it to almost behave like an aimed weapon -think a claymore, but spraying electricity or something convincingly similar- but I can't figure out how to rig it with multiple shots without making it unacceptably bulky. Also, I think adding extra "shots" might make it radioactive. I hope not.

Also I built another batch of bombs for the "Lung Rescue Plan ie the Blow The Fuck Out Of Oni Lee Plan". Tinkering is hard to realize I should, like, stop, when I'm in the middle of it. At least I didn't start cooking more food and then forget about it. I'm starting to think that's going to be really easy to do. Burning down my... home? Workshop or whatever, burning it down=bad. No. Bad shard. Don't make me do that. It doesn't help you see conflict if I kill myself, or end up laid up with burns and bound for prison.

This time I come out of the tinker fugue on my own. This has the disadvantage that I have zero idea of how many hours have passed, lacking an Oni Lee to conveniently be a clock.

I discover I have a television. I'm surprised more that it hasn't been dismantled than at the fact of its existence. I spend a bit looking for a remote, until I spot the gutted remains on one of the tables. Oh yeah, I did strip its wiring for the shadow bomb. (What else do you call a bomb that basically explodes into Grue's power?) Whoops.

I turn on the television manually, and then scroll through channels until I find a news station. I've never been a news-y person, news channels tend to be boring and/or excessively drama-y, but looking for Earth Bet's version of Cartoon Network, however interesting it might be in its own right (Is depicting Endbringers in cartoons considered in poor taste, or cathartic?), is not going to give me context on what's going on in the world I'm now a part of. Well. Not the parts I care most urgently about, anyway.

I grab a Diet Coke -wait, when did that get here? I don't remember having that. In fact... yes, yes the fridge has been shoved into my workshop and a new fridge installed in its place. I... really hope that happened while I was asleep and not while I was tinkering. Not that I'm thrilled at the idea of sleeping through something like that, I'm used to being alert even while asleep, but being that oblivious while tinkering would be a lot more alarming.

Still, apparently my tinkering is considered important enough that they're working around me, rather than harassing me over doing stupid shit and making me fix it my damn self and/or suffer through my own shard-induced stupidity.

I think I'm getting an idea of why Bakuda had such an inflated opinion of herself in canon, shard shenanigans aside.

I'm wondering... wait... yeah. I do remember somebody annoying me while I was welding a dust bomb shut. Asking me what I wanted in the fridge? I don't specifically recall. I remember the annoyance at being interrupted, the dismissive attitude I had, not so much the specifics of the conversation.

Oh, right, TV.

I pour myself a glass of diet coke, notice my trash has also been disposed of, and dig around for snacks in the cabinets. I find ramen. I have no idea if this is because I actually kind of like ramen, or if it's because ABB. Whatever. Diet Coke and a package of ramen, dry. Why not.

I sit down in front of the TV in a lotus position. Or whatever crossing your legs like that is actually called. Drink, chew, drink, chew, watch TV.

In general tone, it's not really that different from what turned me off from news in the first place. The talking heads are different from the ones I vaguely recall on national news, and of course Brockton Bay has local news anchors I have zero familiarity with. Parahumans don't dominate the news. There is ongoing speculation on what the ABB response is going to be to Lung's capture, they've been surprisingly quiet, yadda yadda, oh, there's a clip of... says it's Velocity. Huh. I was expecting a more Flash-esque look. He puts me more in mind of Superman, or I guess Marvel Man with the lightning-bolt-like imagery, but with realistic musculature instead of comic book muscles, in terms of his body shape and costume design. I guess maybe he works out a lot, because of how his power works? My recollection is that he's basically time-warping rather than super-accelerating and cheating out of friction et al, in terms of experiencing a five-mile run the same as a regular person doing a five-mile run, he'll just finish it before you because he has powers. Not sure on that. He dies in the Leviathan fight and the only action he sees before then on-screen is at the "embarrass the Protectorate" fight, so he's not really properly explored.

Surprised it's not Armsmaster, given it's Official Protectorate Commentary on the ABB thing. It's pretty generic stuff. Blah blah blah the Protectorate stands ready, constant vigilance (Is Harry Potter not a thing in Earth Bet?), villains always lose in the end, let this be a lesson to those who would use their powers for selfish ends. I idly wonder if they have tinkertech dedicated to making heroes look ~inspiring~ on television, because in spite of being ostensibly a spontaneous semi-interview of catching Velocity on his way to the PRT HQ he's conveniently got a flag waving in the background. I can practically hear the "fuck yeah America" music swelling in time with his words.

Things get a bit more interesting when the talking heads move on to talking about rumors of the ABB recruiting the Cornell Bomber. Hey, I remembered it right. Specifically? They have a high school photo album picture, all smiles and ~girly charm~ and... braces. Huh. And the civilian name. Alicia? Was that really her name? I don't remember that being her name in canon, and I could've sworn it came up, given that Tattletale's MO is using people's private life to fuck with them. Then again, I'm terrible at remembering the civilian names of most capes, bar a few the fandom has used so extensively it's burned into my brain like Armsmaster=Colin and Miss Militia=Hannah. Maybe I just forgot.

No cape name. Apparently I haven't been announced as Bakuda yet.

There's an interview with her/my parents. Dad is stolid (And less Asian-looking than I'd expected), looking like he's ready to cry but refusing to give in, confesses he wasn't as close to his daughter as he'd have preferred, takes the blame for not guiding her down her life properly in a sorrowful tone of voice. Mom is, on the face of things, more sorry, making earnest noises about missing her daughter and pleading for her to turn herself in, but the things she doesn't say stand out to me: in particular, the fact that dad was apparently your standard workaholic father strongly implies it was mom who provided most of the influence over Bakuda's development, and she doesn't do anything to blame herself like the father is doing.

I have the distinct impression mom was doing the pushing for excellence in all things, including, apparently, being feminine.

Huh.

Well, at least I don't have to worry overly much about not trying to reconnect with Bakuda's family. The dad's not so bad, but there's probably not an actual relationship there. The mom seems toxic. There's no siblings, the talking heads are explicit about that, and extended family doesn't seem to factor in. I suppose that's a plus side to not showing up as Taylor. Managing a relationship with Danny would've been annoying. I'm conveniently free of filial obligation as Bakuda, not so much if I'd been Taylor.

For that matter, aside from being attached to the ABB I also don't seem to have to care about friends wanting me to reciprocate a relationship they formed with someone not-me. I can fix being attached to the ABB. Distractedly, it occurs to me I should maybe engineer the bombs intended for flunky use to be manually detonatable. Or... hm. If I do that I'm going to be that girl who blew up her university, joined a gang, and then blew up the gang. Not the best tack for trying to convince people that I'm totes not evil, honest.

Wait shit, I never got back to the Taylor thing. I mean, I don't have any plan whatsoever, but I haven't even been thinking about it.

A bit of digging around finds a laptop with some kind of wireless internet connection, sitting in a forgotten corner of the bedroom area. I load up PHO, navigate to the Brockton Bay>Connections sub-forum, and use the threadsearch function to find threads in the subforum containing "tt". There's a few false positives, but, unfortunately, there's the canon message to "bug"... dated something like five days ago. So basically I've missed out on any possibility of completely derailing that plot point. Not sure whether I want to, but it's not even an option.

Uuugh, fucking tinker fugues.

All right, I suppose I could still try to contact Taylor and try to go somewhere with that, but, you know, I'm ABB. Connecting with her Skitter persona and pretending I think she's Asian isn't exactly practicable, given she's basically only going to be Skitter around the Undersiders, and finding her in her civilian identity is all kinds of threatening. With Bakuda's civilian identity a known quantity, I can't just happen to bump into her on her runs and develop a friendship. Ugh, so many options closed off. Not necessarily good options, but being Bakuda is limiting.

Actually, you know what? I have an idea for something I can do for Taylor, with minimal problems.

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The idea starts with a bang. Specifically, blowing up Winslow High at night to avoid casualties, using one of my exotic bombs. I went with a bomb that removes the electrical charge of atoms in its "blast" radius. In layman's terms: it makes everything vanish completely harmlessly. Or I guess you could consider it a disintegration effect, but people tend to think of painfully turning into dust or something when they hear "disintegration". Nope, just cease to exist.

I sold Oni Lee on the idea of vaporizing Winslow by presenting three points: it frees up our Winslow-attending members for the rescue mission (And doing it at night avoids killing them or cluing people in by virtue of ABB members all not attending on the same day), we'll point to it as an example of the kind of thing that's going to keep happening if the Protectorate doesn't release Lung, only with real casualties, and it puts the Protectorate on edge, softening them up by getting them tense, tired, etc.

I seriously considered trying to remote-detonate the bomb to vaporize Oni Lee. Unfortunately, I find it a little too easy to imagine something like: watch Oni Lee (Having somehow convinced him to let me come along and watch, which is not a guaranteed thing), see him cloneport into the school, detonate the bomb the instant his prior body turns to ash, and whoops he's already cloneported back out to near me and now I'm scattered neutrons. Given how I want the bomb's blast radius able to remove 99-100% of Winslow from existence, that's a really plausible scenario. Also I'm not 100% certain Oni Lee will do it personally anyway, and asking questions is probably dangerous. Accidentally killing a flunky is A: not my goal and B: risking letting Oni Lee know I am trying to kill him. I explained to him why it would be awesome if he did it, because he can cloneport and have the body left behind detonate and voila we still have the bomb, and tinkertech stuff has more of a constricted production pipeline than just buying more grenades, but that doesn't mean he'll do it.

The real goal is, of course, to give Taylor a completely legitimate excuse to not deal with Winslow High for the foreseeable future. It'd be nice if I could somehow leverage this to get some trust from her, but eh, whatever. Mostly? Winslow High is a hellhole and making it cease to exist cannot possibly be anything but an improvement.

There's probably also a tiny bit of catharsis to it, admittedly. I never went to high school, but my brief period of time in middle school was hell and I fantasized about vaporizing the school and everyone in it with Siege Tanks. Revenge is a dish best served in a completely different reality by converting an unrelated building to neutrally charged particles. Also, the innocent grass and dirt and earthworms and so on in the area, but eh. Catharsis!

Since the radius is, of course, a sphere (Well, not quite a sphere, it's a little flattened by gravity), it'll even leave a nicely intimidating crater.

I don't remember exactly what the timeline looks like in canon, but I'm pretty sure the Undersiders haven't hit the bank and... hm. If they haven't, I really ought to do something to make the Dinah thing not happen. Squeamish moral considerations aside, canon events pretty strongly indicate Coil is one of those people who should be killed on principle and denied resources on principle.

Also, maybe I should figure out if I can somehow explode Noelle into being fixed and/or return the Travelers to Earth Aleph. Via explosions. I'm pretty sure I can achieve the latter somehow, a lot of my bombs involve portal shenanigans of some kind, but I'm iffier on the first point. Wormverse doesn't really do "life energy" or whatever, for all that "healing effects" like Othala's exist, so I have doubts I can engineer some kind of cure bomb, especially since Noelle's issues aren't necessarily anything that would qualify as an injury/infection/whatever. For all I know a "cure bomb" would just accelerate her transformation.

Also, Simurgh, if you're listening to this, please don't fuck it up, I already know you manipulate events to fuck over Scion for whatever reason you have, I'm already going to try to do that, I don't need you fucking this up and frankly if you want Cauldron outed for some reason I can probably pull it off, Contessa or no. So please? Don't fuck over the Travelers like in canon, or I guess don't fuck over my attempts to un-fuck them. Please and thank you.

Naturally, I have another tinker fugue, making a series of bombs that do... eeeh. Sort-of-nice things. Like one of them, I was intending it to cauterize wounds, but really it's just a small, tightly controlled burst of intense heat from a pill-sized bomb, so you could totally use it to kill people, or destroy their eyes, or whatever. Another bursts into an anti-bacterial agent. It, uh, has acceptable impact on human flesh, but it does lead to explosive diarrhea and/or vomiting if you're caught in the radius. I do kind of wonder if maybe it could be useful for curing people with serious, long-term infections that are slowly killing them (eg MRSA), but it's not exactly a good way to address the common cold.

When I come out of it, I'm vaguely grateful I don't have to deal with facial hair. It's been... going by prior fugues it's probably been a week-ish since I "arrived". I hate shaving my face, so that's nice. Really, I have less hair in general now. Plus it's not razor wire hair. If I shave my legs or something it's not going to be half as torturous as it once was. Awesome.

Unfortunately, this means I've missed Plan: Vaporize Winslow entirely, probably.

Damn.
 
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1.4

I take a brief shower, change into a new set of less-ridiculously-feminine clothes (I notice that my prior laundry has all been handled at some point: still undecided if this is creepy or convenient), start more pizza, pour myself another drink (orange juice this time) and start up the TV with the remote I find sitting conveniently on top of the TV. Seriously, if this is how Bakuda got treated in canon, I'm amazed her ego wasn't eclipsing the sun.

I bounce between three news channels, spend fifteen minutes watching Nickolodeon (Huh, I was expecting an equivalent, not the same network) when the news is boring me with jabber about E88 activity for too long, and finally one of the news channels apparently returns to the topic of the "disappearance" of Winslow High. There's ABB gang tags all around where it used to exist, and a nearby building was spray-painted with a giant message: "Release Lung or else". (Two lines, 'Release Lung' as the top line, 'or else' as the bottom line) Whoever made this was surprisingly artistic, managing to insinuate serpentine dragons going through letters or being part of letters, and there's a "frame" made of an Eastern dragon that's biting its own tail. Wow. An ouroroboros reference too? Kid's too sophisticated for the ABB, damn.

Huh. I didn't really talk with Oni Lee about how we were going to make this announcement. I'd been thinking more like Oni Lee filming himself and sending tapes to news stations, or crashing a mayoral thing and announcing it, or something of the sort, but I never actually got around to details. This is... actually a lot cooler than anything I was thinking.

Also, going by the talking heads' jabber, it's pretty fucking scary. Nobody has explicitly connected this to the Cornell Bomber. They're actually speculating that the ABB might have a new, very scary cape. Interesting.

Then I have an almost-spit-take moment when one of the talking heads refers to this being on the heels of the Undersider's bank robbery.

Shit! Shit! I've already missed my opportunity to botch Coil's kidnapping! Shit!

I grab the laptop, unplug it and drag it over to in front of the TV, and go digging.

Yeah, the Undersiders hit the bank two days ago. Goddammit. Yes, Dinah Alcott has just been announced as being a missing person. Fuck. Coil with access to Dinah is one of the worst things to happen in the setting. He's hard enough to kill with just his power, since the most likely result of an attack on him is "whoops that didn't happen", but with Dinah to forewarn him, I just... fuck.

Wait, wait, there's still a chance. It's not like Dinah was... compliant... the instant she was kidnapped. Coil drugged her and basically trained her, in a roundabout precog-based way, and canon is quite explicit that there was a transition period before he was confident in his grip on her. I don't remember exactly when the party-crashing thing happened -a month after hitting the bank?- but it was more than two weeks minimum (Taylor recuperated from her concussion for two weeks, I'm pretty sure) and Coil bringing out Dinah to reassure/convince/manipulate the Undersiders was still premature.

And I have an advantage. I know that Coil is one PRT agent named Thomas Calvert. I'm already at war with the PRT! I can "take hostage" Thomas Calvert, whoops accidentally kill him (Or execute him and claim it's because they're being too slow in releasing Lung, whatever), and then Coil is fucking dead. I'm reasonably sure that he does fake Coils but not fake Calverts, in canon. He probably can't get away with fake Calverts, given PRT Master/Stranger Protocols et al.

I can figure out dealing with Dinah/the Travelers/the rest of Coil's organization in the aftermath. Maybe Tattletale will just take it over or something, I dunno. I don't really care. Coil+Dinah as his villainous canon self is worse than the goddamn Simurgh in some ways -and if you're listening, you know I mean it, I don't really care if you disagree or have enough of an ego to be offended or whatever, that pair is more horrifying- and I refuse to let it come about. Frankly, the way canon played out re: Coil's death has always reeked of author fiat to me anyway. I'm not comfortable assuming author fiat-y events are still going to play out in a living breathing version of the Wormverse.

I go digging around, find a cell phone sitting... in the freezer? Weird. Poking around, yeah, there's a contacts list, and it's more than 10 entries long. Most of it is unclear names like "logistics", "finance", or "Personnel", two of them are in Mandarin or Kanji or whatever the fuck, but one of them is a simple "Oni Lee". Huh. Awesome. I phone him up.

"What is it, Bakuda." His voice is so flat. I have no idea if he's annoyed with me and not showing it because Oni Lee or if he's annoyed with me and showing it by Oni Lee-ing at me or what. Christ, I'm used to being good at reading people's voices. Anyway: "I have an idea for the next step. Can you meet me so we can discuss it securely?" There's a pause, and then a click.

Huh. If this was basically anyone else, I'd be pretty sure that was a fuck y-

"What do you have in mind?" right fucking behind me holy fucking shit. I don't actually shriek, because honestly I've never been someone to react to being startled by making noise, I react by clamping down on noise, but I do jolt, spin around, trip on the laptop, and only don't crash to the ground because suddenly Oni Lee is behind me, catching me while the first Oni Lee stares impassively and then disintegrates a moment after I'm stable.

Christ.

I take a moment to get over the adrenaline spike. Well. To feel less like my heart is about to explode, anyway. Oni Lee waits it out in silence, and evinces no reaction when I push away to stand on my own two feet. Just stares at me in silence. I clear my throat, try to talk, swallow a couple of times because my mouth is too dry, try to talk again, clear my throat again, and finally manage to say "We're going to kidnap a PRT agent. Maybe ransom him for Lung, but I don't think they'll go for that, so we'll probably end up executing him, get across our point. I have someone in specific in mind, a man by the name of Thomas Calvert. He's important, and local, but not so important that he has the kind of security Director Piggot has, so he'll be reasonably accessible while still mattering to them. Can you handle this yourself, or do you need specific gear?"

He's silent for a moment. Then he makes a sharp, short little bow, stiff-and-straight-armed and very Japanese-looking (Is he even Japanese??), says "It shall be done." and promptly collapses into carbon ash. (What the hell is carbon ash, anyway?)

I stare at the pile of carbon ash for a moment.

Did... did Oni Lee time that deliberately?

Huh. For a guy with no personality, he has flair.

You know, I keep forgetting to ask Oni Lee what our PRT mole has passed on to us. I make a note to remind myself to ask later -an actual note, a sticky note, which I stick to the fridge, the working one- and then I remember, oh yeah, I want flats, and write that down too, and then I remember I want a costume for armor reaso-

what's that smell

shit I forgot about the pizza!

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Yeah, that's so burned even I won't eat it.

I toss it into the trash, start a new pizza, and distract myself with the internet and TV. I will not tinker. I will not tinker. Burning the building down=bad.

I suddenly realize I'm drowsy. When's the last time I slept?... shit, I've gone through two tinker fugues without sleeping. Goddammit. I... need to stay awake long enough for the pizza to finish and to eat it, and then I need to sleep.

I decide to avoid the news and just pass the time with cartoons.





Why does Earth Bet have a Reboot series running in 2013?!?

I dig around online and why the fuck, I, what, this is the eighth iteration of a Reboot series! They've done two traditional animations, five CGI series, a live action series (Which admittedly apparently lasted one season and died unceremoniously) and the original series has had a live-action movie that... sounds really awesome.

WHY?

I -what- oh. The pizza. It's ready, it smells delicious.

I mechanically retrieve the pizza, grab a Diet Coke and a glass, and eat while watching the Reboot cartoon.

… is that Zabuza's voice actor playing Bob? Dammit, I have no recollection of what the actor's name is, I have no idea how I could look this up. This is going to be bugging me forever.

Decent episode, actually.

I dump off the glass in the sink, yawn, and make my way back to the bedroom and -they've done the sheets. And blankets.

Huh. My hotel service comparison was more spot-on than I thought.

Whatever. I grab a blanket, sniff it -yeah, still smells of detergent- and lay down in a corner and prepare to drift off, bundled up in it. I'm out basically instantly.
 
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More please ^^ nice to see some thing from bomb baka (yes i think Bakuda is an idiot :c) POV, also do you plan on playing havoc with leviathan and time stop bombs? cause I could see those working on all end bringers, IF you can hit them.
 
Well, if anyone can pull off killing Coil, gotta vote for the person with the "I can do anything better than you" bombs.
 
That would be possible, cause tinkers, and tinkers are BullSh*t...then again a "I reject your reality and replace it with my own" bomb would work.

Or possibly, if you don't mind a large body count, you could just make a bomb that gives anyone above, say, the age of forty a fatal seizure. Should get Coil. Might get some of his men and/or possibly Circus or Trainwreck, but that's where the body count and the minding or lack thereof comes in. Dinah should be completely untouched, as should any of the Undersiders who happen to be there. Probably less work than messing around with reality.
 
I wonder if Bakuda could do a 'DNA warping' bomb? Or one to specifically to change chromosomes from X to Y. Pretty easy way to change identity and get a new start.
 
Kinda would have preferred you were just dropped into canon later, rather than have you repeat it by skipping the important parts in tinker fugue.
Seems kinda railroady.

Tinkers weren't portrayed as nearly so controlled by their shard in canon, which makes me think you would find the slightest bit of self control (or set an alarm) for these very important situations.

Why do you care about Taylor so much? I mean, she's maybe useful, and helping her is a nice thing to do (except, you know, helping her is a lot like helping a million bees swarm your face in the future), but there are so many more important people and things to worry about.

Only way to capture Thomas Calvert is to plan a few days in advance to blow up Coil's base if you can't find him immediately.

Interesting and entertaining nonetheless.
 
More please ^^ nice to see some thing from bomb baka (yes i think Bakuda is an idiot :c) POV, also do you plan on playing havoc with leviathan and time stop bombs? cause I could see those working on all end bringers, IF you can hit them.

I'll say this: yes, SI me is interested in blowing the hell up out of Endbringers. I haven't found a natural fit thus far within the thought process being written, but SI me is at this point in the story already thinking in terms of maybe managing to stop having everyone hate Bakuda by virtue of "I AM THE HERO THAT BLEW UP AN ENDBRINGER!"

Of course, there's the problem that killing Endbringers makes more of them show up and ups their timetable, sooo...

I've personally always interpreted Bakuda as reasonably intelligent but so crippled by neuroses that she's functionally a dumbass. Not that it's terribly relevant to this story unless you want to start theorizing that this isn't really a SI, it's Bakuda having scrambled her brains somehow without touching the neuroses...

Well, if anyone can pull off killing Coil, gotta vote for the person with the "I can do anything better than you" bombs.

I'd personally rather bet on Cherish for killing Coil. Long range tracking, and then once she's on top of him she's capable of screwing up his emotional state so badly he's non-functional/suicidal outright. Considerably more likely to dodge his shenanigans than most people while still being dangerous in-close.

Or possibly, if you don't mind a large body count, you could just make a bomb that gives anyone above, say, the age of forty a fatal seizure. Should get Coil. Might get some of his men and/or possibly Circus or Trainwreck, but that's where the body count and the minding or lack thereof comes in. Dinah should be completely untouched, as should any of the Undersiders who happen to be there. Probably less work than messing around with reality.

Assumes SI me can build such a bomb/realizes such a bomb is possible. I'm always weirded out by fiction that has stuff like "age cutoff bombs". Not likely to occur to SI me, even if it's mechanically possible. Something would have to prompt the thought in-universe.

I wonder if Bakuda could do a 'DNA warping' bomb? Or one to specifically to change chromosomes from X to Y. Pretty easy way to change identity and get a new start.

I will say now: if this version of Womverse does work that way, SI me is going to be apoplectic.

Bakuda's Brain said:
DNA DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!!!

Kinda would have preferred you were just dropped into canon later, rather than have you repeat it by skipping the important parts in tinker fugue.
Seems kinda railroady.

Tinkers weren't portrayed as nearly so controlled by their shard in canon, which makes me think you would find the slightest bit of self control (or set an alarm) for these very important situations.

Why do you care about Taylor so much? I mean, she's maybe useful, and helping her is a nice thing to do (except, you know, helping her is a lot like helping a million bees swarm your face in the future), but there are so many more important people and things to worry about.

Only way to capture Thomas Calvert is to plan a few days in advance to blow up Coil's base if you can't find him immediately.

Interesting and entertaining nonetheless.

Talking about why I dropped in at this point in time is spoilery.

The tinker fugue thing: I have no idea whether I'll get it fit into the story itself (I want to, but it's not happened yet), but this is really more a commentary on me, as a person, than on anything about Tinkers in general. I'm quite prone to sitting down to do a thing for just ten minutes, this'll be real quick and it takes an hour. Or two hours. Combine that with how Tinker shards apparently often lead to Tinkers habitually and unconsciously Tinkering (Sketching in class et al) and you've got... Bakuda!me getting caught up in tinkering and losing track of time and blaming it wholly on the shard because surely I would've stopped after ten minutes if it was really me, myself, and I, shards do that kind of thing amirite? (in actuality I will put off primary bodily needs for an hour or more because ohmygod this is so awesome, only stopping when I can't put them off any longer) This may also become a thing SI me gets better at managing over time -it's a very new situation. If you found yourself with impulses you don't necessarily realize are alien, would you really stop and think to overrule them, just because? When does "I have a Tinker idea!" stop being "I, the host, have an idea" and become "I, the shard, want the host to build X"?

I will also add: I'm not railroading SI me. My writing process is to write as far as I can until I need to do research on something that actually matters, and then go back, work out dates and find out other critical information, and apply it. I wrote through the Tinker fugues, then looked up "Exactly how fast do the Undersiders transition from Skitter joining to hitting the bank?" when I hit a part where it was necessary for the scene I was currently writing. (Watching television news) I, as the author was "Well. Shit." when I saw how the dates worked out.

In other words? I fucked up in the story because in writing the story I was clueless up until I checked because I had to. I was sure the Undersiders took at least a week to actually hit the bank post-Skitter joining... oh, nope. Whoops.

Taylor has the advantage that I've read Worm and have a better read on her likely personality than literally any other character in Worm. She also has the dual advantages of A: she's not an established Monster For The Greater Good (What, I'm going to tell Alexandria "Hey, stop being evil goddammit!"? I can theoretically get at Taylor early on and influence her character development, where Alexandria or the like is already deep into their course and unlikely to listen) and B: she's the character who kills Scion in canon, so that's a known plan for killing Scion if Bakuda-bombing him fails. (And really, why would Scion leave the bomb/trap/whatever-making shard able to really for realsy reals kill him, no safeties?) Flechette is the only other character as singly important as Taylor to killing Scion, and she's not even in Brockton Bay right now.

I always find it interesting how people assume Coil is willing to damage his Calvert persona by simply abandoning it to hide in his base anytime anything ever goes wrong, for however long it takes for it to be safe to leave. It's his Coil persona he kills off in canon, not his Calvert persona. That doesn't speak to which one he values more? Yet it's a beloved fan trope to have Coil stop being Calvert anytime he's threatened, indefinitely. Odd, that.

Glad to hear you're liking it overall, though.
 
I always find it interesting how people assume Coil is willing to damage his Calvert persona by simply abandoning it to hide in his base anytime anything ever goes wrong, for however long it takes for it to be safe to leave. It's his Coil persona he kills off in canon, not his Calvert persona. That doesn't speak to which one he values more? Yet it's a beloved fan trope to have Coil stop being Calvert anytime he's threatened, indefinitely. Odd, that.
I appreciate your comprehensive response. Regarding Coil: in this case, it's not that he's putting his Coil identity above his Calvert one, it's that he's putting not getting messily murderated above anything else. It's possible you could immediately convince him to stick with the kidnap timeline by acting non threatening enough, but Oni Lee's reputation alone would preclude that. I could maybe see him playing along for a little bit before collapsing the timeline in order to learn more about the attackers, but Coil is really careful, and really doesn't like having extensive reliance on one timeline. Being held captive by the Cornell bomber and Oni Lee is pretty much a timeline write off. That being said I heartily agree with killing Coil (or in a perfect world completely controlling) right away. Coil alone is 'I win eventually.' Combined with Dinah... What you need is to simultaneously capture Calvert, while making the timeline where you don't capture him simultaneously completely untenable. Since Coil is so selfish that pretty much means killing him. Not actually that tough for Bakuda when collateral damage is irrelevant.
 
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All I know for sure is that following this story is going to be a real blast.
 
...I think the Si is going about things all wrong. Yeah, she can't make anything that doesn't potentially kill someone or explode somehow. But that is the big thing. Making a booby trapped super powered laptop that can be triggered to kill the user is still something that is usable so long as it isn't triggered. Actually, that is probably barking up the wrong tree. As shown by her ability to make that earring things that are related to bombs are also allowed. Maybe she could build a bomb pumped laser? Either as a bullet or a whole weapon or something? Could she build a neural interface to detonate bombs which could incidentally be used as a normal computer interface? Cybernetic limbs or armor that can be used to deploy weapons?
 
Well, this was interesting until...
I don't put on panties. I don't have any clue what underwear is for. Or underpants if you want to be specific/technical. Bras are for supporting breasts in a practical way, so unless I want to be in pain and/or cut the things off -which, hey, also would hurt- they need support. Underpants are just inexplicable.
...here. What? Like seriously what? I don't even

Ugh, since she wears pants, the chafing alone...

Main thing is I'm finally reminded specifically of my hair. It's been there annoying me the whole time, but somehow it never quite registered as urgent enough to actually do anything about. Now that I'm seeing it, yeah, it's long. I like long hair in theory. I find it enormously obnoxious in practice, and I've never had hair longer than my shoulders before. Too much of a pain to keep clean, for all that it's viscerally satisfying to feel the hair swinging around, separate from my own body input.

Also? I'm now a cape, I'm going to get into fights for sure rather than as a maybe, if for no other reason than because I have an alien sitting in my head screaming get into fights!!! I'm not exactly a conflict avoider at the best of times, I certainly won't be keeping my head down now. So, long hair? A liability.
And also you I arrrrrgh what is this? : (

There are these things called braids for a reason. You put your hair in a bun and it is up out of the way and secure (and also you get an additional place to accessorize, this is important) and then later on you can let your hair down.

That's leaving aside how the only real issue would be if your hair was blocking your view if it was long, which again is easy enough to fix through the magic of accessorizing. Long hair supposedly being easier to grab or whatever doesn't matter because if they were close enough and capable enough to grab your hair anyway, you had bigger problems.
 
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind

Anyway, realy like this one. SI seems to be resonably smart and genre sawy, and I like that. Even if some desigions seems to be a little rash.

I meas, kidnapping Calvert? Realy? All that it will accomplish is that Coil will collaps the timeline where he was in his civillian identity, then spend a few days figuring out who is after him, and then SI is done.

To safely assasinate/kidnap Coil you need to attack him in both timelines at roughly the same time. And that can be achieved only by planning the time of the action before he splits, so the plan would be the same in both timelines. And then everything should go just as planned in both worlds, so there will be no lag between attacks for Calvert to exploit. And you don't know if alternate you are succesfull or not.

He is realy hard to get a drop on.
 
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