Exploding Canon (Worm SI)

I, Watashi
All this talk about "Watashi" makes me think of this scenario:

Takahiro Ono is a manager of a small hiring agency. He is very good at his job, and is looking to move up in the world when suddenly... ABB! Lung does the whole "I am a dragon. You now work for me." thing, with a tacked on "oh, and we kidnapped your wife and daughter." There's not much poor Mr. Ono can do but go along and hope they don't torture or kill his family.

But he never wanted to be part of this, so as a minor revenge when they ask him his name he tells them it is "Watashi". Lung doesn't much care if that's his real name or not, and the rest of the gang takes their cues from the giant rage dragon, so everyone calls him that.

So while his life is one massive mess of uncertainty as he does his best not to mess up and get his family killed, at least in one small, passive-aggressive way he is getting a measure of revenge by making the gangers who call him sound like idiots.

You go, Mr. Ono. Way to stick it to the ABB.
 
2.4
2.4

My first thought when I wake up: Coil needs to die.

My second is more-or-less ow ow ow.

In the process of dragging myself up, I realize that, you know what, I'm hungry. I didn't eat before I went on the op, and I haven't eaten since. Slightly further on I realize I have a blanket stuck to my pants. Oh. Right. The containment foam. Oooh, I wonder if I can analyze a sample of this and re-recreate it! I pull off the pants, stuff them into a corner of the workshop, staggering the whole way, and find myself a replacement pair to wear.

A dig through the kitchen space reveals: yes, frozen steak! To my disappointment there's no George Foreman Grill -now I'm wondering if that's because Bet completely lacks such or if I jut don't have one here- but whatever, I can cook steak in a pan. A bit more digging finds me frozen fries. I prefer fresh, but I never learned how to make any, and I'm not making mashed potatoes in my current condition. I've already stumbled painfully into the counter, because hey, feet still ain't right -though it was less painful than it could've been because I never fully removed my costume- so I don't need to add cutting myself or anything of the sort.

I stick with just setting up the steak (It takes longer than I'd like to find pepper and paprika) and starting fries too and then change out of the costume. This naturally involves more pain, because blood has attached parts of the costume to my skin. Yaaaay. From there I change into comfortable clothes -I consider skipping a bra and then decide that would probably hurt more in the mid-term than whatever short-term savings it would provide re: pain- and then flip the steak. (The fries haven't defrosted enough yet)

Then I break out the laptop, turn the TV to more children's cartoons (Suddenly I wonder if Yugioh Abridged is a thing. Is Yugioh a thing? Is Abridging a thing?), and distract myself in between tending to the steaks and fries. Containment foam study can wait. No burning down the building tinkering.

First order of business: yes, there are totally henching laws. Not that they're called that by the legal system, but Google is completely willing to point me to people talking about henching laws, and a bit more digging gets me information on said laws. My eyes glaze over a bit, but the gist seems to be that, yes, the law is generous to criminals working for parahumans. The legal history is particularly interesting: it didn't start out as henching laws in the obvious sense, it started out with a lawyer successfully arguing that it's not possible to prove a given parahuman doesn't have a subtle Master effect or similar, with the parahuman boss in question ultimately proven to have, in fact, a subtle Master effect. This generalized, legal precedent was set, etc etc.

Neat. And kinda horrifying I guess.

Sadly, the cartoons are kinda shit right now. Daytime TV, I guess. I decide I am curious about what's in the news, and flip over to such.

Local news is, naturally enough, focused on everything going on last night. (To my eternal disappointment, the news ticker at the bottom even covers "PRT employee Thomas Calvert rescued from ABB imprisonment by out-of-towner mercenary cape group The Travelers", even though it doesn't rate pictures and discussion) The Protectorate/PRT is keeping quiet on a lot of details because operational security, and also claims to still be sorting through the whole mess anyway so they don't want to confirm too many things because they're not actually sure about those things yet. Of course, some of this strikes me as covering their ass sort of stuff, like avoiding talking about how much damage to the civilian infrastructure occurred...

To my shock and horror, the Protectorate is dubbing me Oni Lady.

The remote has hit the TV before I've registered how angry I am.

FUCK YOU GUYS. I'm not an Oni Lee knock-off! I'm not Supergirl to his Superman! I'm goddamn fucking BAKUDA! I BLOW SHIT UP. AAAAAAGH.

Calm calm calm, it's not actually a big deal, I can always get my real name established later, there's still time, this is just... the concussion, that's it.

Wait.

Oh. Huh. So that's what pants stained with blood from the inside look like.

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Pants replaced (Again) and period covered (Tampons are not fun. At all), I return to the charring steaks, get them onto a plate along with some unevenly cooked fries, start up the next batch of steak and adjust the remaining undercooked fries, grab myself a soda and a glass, and start eating and drinking while watching the news, this time with an eye toward watching my mood. Fortunately, the remote and TV are both fine, no damage to either of them that I can tell.

I find it vaguely appropriate that what I come back to is a reporter field-interviewing Armsmaster, wherein Armsmaster is completely, totally, utterly apoplectic. He's not literally foaming at the mouth, but he's definitely figuratively foaming at the mouth. I get confirmation that Velocity died -he got caught halfway inside a neutronifying grenade blast zone, going by the description, as in literally half his body was left mid-run and simply dropped stone-cold dead and rolled, spraying blood and less pleasant stuff everywhere. Gruesome-sounding. I'm also starting to get the impression the reason Armsmaster's utter incompetence at social stuff/PR seems to be something the public is unaware of is because they rig things with him running with righteous fury! He pulls it off fairly well, actually.

I have to fight down another burst of fury when Armsmaster calls me Oni Lady. Pisses me off. He knows I'm a tinker, says as much, blames me for Oni Lee being so problematic, throws out the idea that I'm probably behind the elimination of Winslow High, suggests I'm probably the Cornell Bomber and have some thing against schools which... I kinda do, so sue me... but he's still calling me Oni Lady like I'm Oni Lee's imitation sister. Fffffff.

Calm.

Dauntless is fine. Panacea fixed him up, he in fact is on TV briefly but demurs doing an extended interview because he needs to participate in the sweep for Oni Lady (fffff), Lung, and Oni Lee. Miss Militia... is absent, no comment. The TV people speculate she might be doing undercover sweeps and they just don't want to mention it. Gut feeling: they have no idea how to fix what I did to her. Great. I mean... she's not critical to anything, really, but she's one of the less assholeish characters in canon, she's badass given how her power does nothing to protect her... I'm not sure the effect will ever wear off, either. Panacea probably won't fix it because brains, and there's no goddamn way I'm going to manage to get her past that block. For one, it's a very reasonable block. For two, I'm Bakuda.

Excuse me, ONI LADY. FFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Oh, and part of Armsmaster's rant is that if he has anything to say on the topic, I'm going straight to the Birdcage, because I'm a menace etc etc. Great. Probably marginally less hot air than Glory Girl's assholery in canon re: "Mom's a lawyer, you punks going to the Birdcage 'cause I'm going to tattle!" too.

Actually, what's going on with her?

I flip around through news stuff, but nobody seems to even be acknowledging that she showed up for the fight. I retrieve the laptop (And flip the second batch of steaks, shuffle the fries some more and grab some of them) and go digging. Initially I can't find anything, but eventually I run across Glory Girl's Twitter feed, and more specifically a tweet from last night making a vaguely raunchy comment about still being able to handle her man with both hands thanks to her wonderful sister. Goddammit Victoria, you do realize you have...

...lesse...

a hundred thousand followers. Right? You do realize that at least a hundred thousand people have read this, right? Ugh. Surprised Panacea was able to grow her a new hand that fast, though. Has me wondering if Panacea got over her squeamishness in the face of hookhanded sister/love interest and went "Cats are a renewable resource" like in canon, no need for the Slaughterhouse Nine to push her. I doubt Victoria has enough resources to spare directly.

A bit more flipping confirms that, as far as the civilian world can discern, yes the Protectorate HQ's shield is still down, but the base itself is fine, aside from some battle-scarring. Past that, the news doesn't really get me anything else beyond confirmation that everyone thinks I'm either a deliberate mass murderer or maybe just a poorly-adjusted unfortunate girl, bless her soul, she just needs to accept the Lord into her heart and she'll stop being so evil. Benefit of the doubt? What's that? Understanding that, combat, shit happens? What's that?

Oh, and every death credited to Team ABB is being framed as murder, which just smacks of asshole bias to me. I don't see them pointing to ABB deaths and saying the Protectorate/PRT murdered them. Assholes.

Uuuugh. Assholes, assholes, assholes.

(Concussion, period, yes, shut up brain, they're still assholes and I hate all of them)

Partway through all this crap I retrieve the second batch of steaks and start eating those, as well as the rest of the fries. (I remember, after a second, to turn off the oven and stove) Assholes.

Once I'm done eating, still pissed at all these assholes being assholes, I put away the dishes and turn to tinkering.

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I turn around to grab a part and Lung is sort-of-leaning against one of my tables. That thing where someone isn't really using the thing to prop themselves up, but they've still got their butt up against it. That. Arms crossed, just watching me, no mask. He has a much plainer face than I was expecting. Not that I was expecting scars or anything, because regenerator, but he's so incredibly boring-looking I can completely buy people walking past him in the street and not even glancing at him. Nothing to see here, just a tall, muscular Asian man.

"Hey, do you own a La-Z-Boy?" Wait shit, brain, no, that's one of those thoughts that you're supposed to double-check and then say 'no' to. What are you doing brain. Stop being concussed, goddammit.

Lung is clearly caught flat-footed by this. Fuckin' A, if I was a Rogue I could totally get backstabbing bonus damage on him. Awesome. This is a useful line of thought, thanks concussed brain, you're wonderful. Then he snorts. I am beginning to suspect that Lung has invented an entire sub-language of meaningful snorts, such that a Lung-linguistic expert would be able to extract meaningful sentences from a single burst of air through the nose from the man.

Fuck, I really am concussed.

Then he stands to his full height. I think this is meant to intimidate me. God, no. Teachers doing that shit to me when I was five years old and, what, two feet high? That didn't intimidate me. Rambling. Anyway, he narrows his eyes, leans forward, and says "Do not test my patience by mocking me so, Oni Lady."

I punch him. Right in the eye.

I sort of stare, gob-smacked, at my own fist. That was not at all what I was planning.

Then he laughs. Uh. I really hope this is amusement, and not 'Maniacal laughter before I disappear you for disappointing me for the last time'. I mean, I can certainly see humor in a tinker girl missing a foot on him punching him, even if I did hit him in the eye. Which... he isn't even clutching at or anything. Fuckin' Brutes, man.

Eventually the laughter dies down, and he asks me, still sounding and looking amused "Repeat the question." Uh. Okay. I do, adding in "You know, the recliner?"

He raises an eyebrow again, huffing with laughter still. I think that would piss me off if I wasn't so off-kilter. But I am, so it doesn't. I'm just weirded out.

Abruptly, it occurs to me to wonder when La-Z-Boys were invented. Maybe they don't exist in Bet.

Well. Shit. Fan meme=busted.

I guess that at least eliminates a bunch of fanfics explicitly and a whole bunch of others in all likelihood. It's a really popular fan meme, for whatever reason. Oh, hey, Lung's answering my question. "I own no recliners at all. I imagine this is a question of vital interest to your tinkering, yes?"

I instantly respond with "Sure, let's go with that".

OH MY FUCKING GOD CONCUSSED BRAIN QUIT IT. QUIT IT WITH THE THINGS I THINK BUT DON'T SAY BEING THINGS I ACTUALLY SAY OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Thank fucking god, though, because Lung bursts into full gut laughter at that. It takes him, like, five minutes to come down from it and actually speak words again. When he can finally keep himself down to intermittent chuckles he tells me, as if sharing a great secret, "I will tolerate this disrespect this once. It has been far too long since I have been spoken such." Then his face hardens. "But once is not indefinite. If this occurs in the future, you will be punished appropriately."

I point to my head and say "Got a concussion boss." He stares blankly at me. I expand a little. "Impulse control problems? Unstable mood?" More staring. I lamely add "Also my period."

Instantly all is forgiven.

Uh. Okay. Sure, fine, period is a good reason to let slide me being weird, but a concussion isn't. Is this because he's a Brute? Japanese inculturation? The general meme of men finding womanly things to be ~mysterious~ and ~incomprehensible~ and ~utterly terrifying~? God, fine, fuckit, whatever. Whatever. Whatever. You be that way Lung, you... just be that way. Ugh.

I decide to turn the conversation serious.

"We should totally kill Coil." He does that eyebrow-raising thing again. It's getting annoying.

His response is a vaguely condescending "Coil is smalltime, and does not collect parahumans."

I instantly contradict him. "Nope, Travelers and Undersiders are on his payroll, he hires Circus sometimes, I think Trainwreck is his too, and he kidnapped a precog while you were, er, away."

He looks vaguely intrigued and disturbed. "Why was I not informed of this sooner? Who discovered this?"

I lamely respond with "Uuuuh, that's... complicated? Me? Sort of?" His expression darkens. "Look, I totally have this, it's... fuckit, I didn't want to do this, but you're Kenta."

He goes very still.

"I know that same way I know Coil has all this stuff. And Coil has long-term plans, and his power makes it easy for him to implement them subtly, and makes it really hard to actually catch him out and kill him. I already tried and fucked it up."

He cuts in to ask "When was this?"

Uuuuh. "Er, you know how we kidnapped Calvert?" He makes an impatient motion with one arm. "Calvert is Coil."

Lung goes very still and says, with a very serious look on his face "You should not have told me this. Even for such as us, there are rules."

I am totally fucking this up.

He continues, more relaxed. "In any event, it is clear that I underestimated your distress, if you are experiencing delusions." Dammit. "Coming here, now, was a mistake. Serious conversation will be put off until you have recovered. You are free to tinker as you see fit, or simply rest, for the remainder of the week or until urgent business comes. Do not concern yourself with managerial duties." A pause, while he looks thoughtful. "I assume it is not within your means to replace Oni Lee's arm, yes?"

I mutter sullenly "I could make him a shitty prosthetic rigged to explode."

He looks interested. "How 'shitty'-" he does air quotes with one hand, arms still crossed. "-would we be speaking?"

I respond, still annoyed. "It wouldn't even be electrical or anything. It would just be a wooden fake arm, cleverly rigged so that pockets of gas inside it, once exposed to air, would instantly and explosively ignite. It wouldn't be any better as an arm than something a non-tinker expert made. Maybe even worse."

To my surprise, he seems to be actually considering it, one hand on his chin, eyes closed.

Then his eyes open and he begins to walk out while saying "I care not whether you construct such or not. Rest. Relax. Indulge yourself." Then, in a more ominous tone, just before he goes out the door. "Do not leave this workshop. It is not necessary, and you would only endanger yourself." Then he closes the door, and I can hear conversation just on the other side. At a guess? He's assigning guards to me. Oh, they'll probably double as errand boys, retrieve stuff if I demand it, but this is short leash stuff for sure.

Great.

Wonderful.

Fantastic.

Though, given I do have a smattering of injuries including a concussion, accidentally buying myself a week of rest is not the worst thing I could have done. But I wanted Calvert dead. Fucking Coil. Uuuurgh. Maybe I'll get lucky and Oni Lee will turn out to have overheard something indicating a connection between Coil and Calvert. It would be nice. It could happen.

Really, I don't think it will happen, because luck has not been with me thus far, but a man -wait, shit, uh, a woman can hope.

Fuck, I'm going to need to work on that. I don't need people thinking I have a gender identity crisis going on. Even if I probably technically qualify for gender dysphoria. I hate the 'hilarious and embarrassing misunderstanding' crap. I don't want people stepping lightly around me, expecting me to get pissed off because they failed to use a male pronoun for someone they think of as a woman. Especially since I'm Bakuda so it stops being funny real damn quick, from their perspective.

"Hey, Ma'am, WAIT I MEAN SIR DON'T BLOW ME UP MA'AM OH GOD NO"

About that level of funny, yeah.

Well. I'm at least doing okay in other ways. I haven't been defaulting to "Ma'am must mean someone else". And a lot of people wouldn't necessarily even think of "A man can hope" as actually gender-specific, even though it is. So. If I do have slipups it might not go dumb places. Still need to work on this.

I am Bakuda, GIRL GENIUS!

Ha ha, I made myself laugh. Not.

Can I make a mortar? Maybe I can just... sort of blow Coil's base open to the world. Just revealing... wait, how the hell would I even know where it is? Shit.

Fuck this shit, I'm going to go look at the containment foam. Canon tinkers go into orgasmic paroxysms of joy at the idea of looking at her stuff/working with her (Which now that I think about it makes Armsmaster slightly more of an asshole than I'd ever thought before, because he has no appreciation for the fact that he has such a close working relationship to her) so maybe it'll make me feel better.

Also, it would be nice to be able to make containment foam grenades. That would be fantastic for getting my lethality down.

Where did I put those pants and the blanket stuck to them...
 
2.5
Couple of responses in spoiler.

Most of the scifi's out there has tech that can distinguish living from nonliving,
a theoretical lookback effect to find a noninjured state could ignore a persons clothing easily.
After all, when you are using temporal shenanigans to heal people, thats easy to do.
You could even go so far as to target the clothes as seperate objects from people.
Depending on max lookback duration this will also fix, reload/fuel tinkerteck!

Nah, way to OP:p

Hooray! Now we're healing people -around shrapnel embedded inside of them! We're fusing a knife to their flesh! etc etc

We've both forgotten someone, actually: there is, in canon, an actual healing power that your SI can copy and put into a bomb.

Lizardtail, of the Ambassadors.

He's introduced (and promptly never seen again) in chapter 21.6, Imago.

His power isn't described very well, but it seems to be a Shaker effect centered on him which gives regeneration to anyone in the aura.

Given Canon Bakuda can mimic and even remove limitations (see non Manton limited Vista-bomb) from powers she observes, your SI might be able to accelerate the process to the span of...actually, Lizardtail can heal injuries in the span of half a minute so I dunno if it actually needs to be improved.

I actually hadn't forgotten about him. I'm just operating from the assumption that shards can justify a lot of nonsense by virtue of the shard applying its alien intelligence and arbitrary use of portals et al to produce arbitrary rules operating on conceptual frameworks that have no basis in physics...

... and bombs don't have that and so can't replicate those feats.

(In fact, my headcanon is that Bakuda "broke" the Manton Limit by virtue of her bombs not being able to implement that kind of rule in the first place)

I will note that it's not really clear how effective Lizardtail's regenerative effect is. Definitely combat-relevant timeframe, but there's a big difference between "We're all Lung, here" and "Give me thirty minutes and there'll just be scars."

2.5

Containment foam, as it turns out, is not so easily reverse-engineered. I'd sort of assumed this whole time that it was just kept under pressure and was a stable formula that just expands when released/meeting air/whatever. Look at final result, replicate final result. No, at this point I'm pretty sure it's two stable compounds that are mixed immediately prior to use, thus becoming containment foam. Worse, it's designed to decay, and the stuff I'm looking at has had a... rather large number of hours to decay in. Even once a microscope is delivered to my workshop (Confirming my errand boy theory, and incidentally taking like less than an hour. Did they mug one of their own?) so I can look at it in more detail I'm struggling to parse what compounds are the actual containment foam and what are decay byproducts. For one thing, I'm pretty sure Dragon clevered things so that containment foam decays into another kind of containment foam.

Actually, I'm pretty sure it has four stages of this. Three stages? (God, I hate the linguistics of transitional stages) Four forms of containment foam, is the point. They're synergistic, naturally, and I've at least isolated the fire suppression stage. I think I could replicate it, not 100% sure, I'm getting the feeling my shard is sort of half-willing to help or something? How do tinker shards reverse-engineering protocol things, anyway? It can't simply be that tinkers use good ol' fashioned Ordinary Scientific Understanding to reverse-engineer each others shit via the passe means of actually understanding things. Otherwise the whole tinker/regular science divide wouldn't hold up at all. Do tinker shards talk to each other? How does that even fit the WOG/Scion thoughts/etc persistent (Nonsensical) idea that shards can only talk to each other if their hosts have physical proximity?

Uuurrrgh.

This whole thing, of course, makes it difficult to parse what's a reaction byproduct in the conventional sense and what's an actual, intended functionality part of the containment foam.

I'm getting an idea of why tinkers envy Dragon and haven't reverse-engineered even her widespread stuff via samples. Christ.

I table the containment foam study. It's literally giving me a headache, and the foam is sufficiently decayed I don't think I could recreate the original formula successfully anyway, at this point. I also table Plan: Kill Coil for the moment. I still want it to happen, but I've fucked it up so badly at this point that I'm probably not going to get a shot for a while.

So. Plan: Blow Up Leviathan.

All right, what I do know is that Endbringers are made of a single material -maybe two, given the ichor, but for all I know that's just the same stuff in a liquid form for some reason- that simply increases in density through spacial warping shenanigans as you go into deeper layers. The "core" is a portal/black hole, with what might as well be infinite density. There's other shenanigans going on because for the density they have they are hilariously light, even if I assume the "core" is weightless or close enough because it's actually a portal. There's also poorly-defined mechanics about how the thinner extremities still end up with the same density/durability as you go deeper such that they're actually even tougher to punch through a given amount than the thicker body parts (I really want to know how that works for the Simurgh) but that's not really relevant to my point.

We never find out where the Simurgh's weak point is, per se, but I seem to recall a WOG that her core is in her largest wing, and anyway she's explicitly asymmetrical and Endbringers have their cores in non-standard locations. I forget if Behemoth's core is supposed to be in a shoulder or in his hip. I think I read that Leviathan's core is where his tail meets his body, or somewhere thereabout? I suspect Khonsu actually has his core exactly where you'd expect -right in the center, or just slightly off-center to protect from penetrating physics-cheating powers aimed at the center- and Tohu and Bohu... ugh, I don't know for Bohu. Tohu is weirdly described, but I have a suspicion her core is actually fairly obvious in its location just because she has a distinctive form with only a portion being particularly large/solid and the rest being made of "hair". Unless it's in one of her masks. Of course, then I'll have to be dealing with OC Endbringers, which I have no way of anticipating.

That's a secondary, future concern though.

For now, my focus is on broad "biology". There's some questions I'm going to need to answer about the Wormverse, though. If the Wormverse ascribes to the idea that a portal inside a portal destroys both portals, that should be a way to "kill" an Endbringer, and I already know a lot of my bombs involve portals in some capacity, so I can probably kludge some kind of portal-delivery system. If the Wormverse has some other, more benign reaction to shoving a portal through a portal... then that's a dead end.

The material itself is described as "crystalline", but I don't know what Wildbow intends that to mean. I doubt he intends for it to mean that Endbringer bits are sharp, brittle, and transparent. Endbringers have distinct color to them -Leviathan is supposed to be green, Tohu green, Behemoth gray even if I tend to think of Groudon when I try to picture Behemoth (Shiny Primal Groudon then, I guess), and the Simurgh is supposed to be pale and blonde- so not transparent. Not completely, though admittedly with the dense layering even a tiny bit of opacity would rapidly become indistinguishable from regular opacity, so maybe they are supposed to be transparent... ugh.

Never mind. The behavior is insane and in addition to the WOGs on the topic basic logic tells me that Endbringer physics is so outside regular bounds that simply pumping energy at them isn't a realistic solution. Concept hax. That's what I need to focus on.

Flechette is supposed to be hitting things in "every version of every reality ever" which... explains absolutely nothing about how she injures things... you know what, I'm ignoring that. That doesn't help any. It doesn't make any sense unless you're getting into metaphysical shit, and Worm mostly shies away from metaphysical shit. (Oni Lee's state and Flechette's power are some of the only vaguely metaphysical things the plot actually engages in) So even though it's a canon statement, it's probably wrong, full stop. Hey, WOG is that Brian lied about his trigger event. Even Wildbow acknowledges that canon can lie.

So okay. The only idea I've got thus far is portals in portals, and even then I don't have an idea for how to get it into the core. The cores are key, of course.

Actually, here's a thought: can I suppress trans-dimensional nonsense?

… yessssss, the thoughts flow.

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I'm partway through testing a small-scale prototype's interaction with some relatively innocent "bombs" (I've made a few weak wind bombs, but also "bombs" that crack open and release more dirt than could fit inside them -but not much more) when Lung lets himself in with no warning. And closes the door behind him, which strikes me as slightly ominous. He pulls up a chair, turns it around backward, and sets himself in it, leaning on the back of it. I say leaning, but really he's so large that he literally just puts his arms down on it and props up his weight that way and his spine is completely straight like that.

It impresses upon me his large-ness more than anything prior has.

I sigh, turn off the prototype, and turn to fully face him. Then I wait. Lung says nothing. I stare blankly at him and wait some more. He stares back and waits.

This continues for like five minutes before he breaks and speaks. Yesss. Winning a staring contest against my boss is a good win. He starts off in a carefully neutral tone of voice, no leading me on where he's taking this. "Oni Lee has spoken to me of his mission." A pause. "The one prior to the distraction." I wait for him to continue, just staring. "He had some... shall we say, interesting? Yes, interesting things to tell me." I'm 99% confident he's waiting for me to ask 'what' or something of the sort. I stare instead, waiting. He relents after a bit. "It seems that, before he ran out of time and had to drop the mission, that he was able to... interrogate one of the Travelers." A pause. In a casual tone he says "I assume you are already familiar with who the Travelers are, yes?" I nod, and he looks pleased very briefly before returning to his carefully neutral face/tone.

I'm personally assuming 'interrogate' means 'held with a knife to the throat.' Because Oni Lee.

"She-" Sundancer. Can't be Noelle or Genesis. "-claimed that Coil had hired them to capture Calvert." Another pause of some form of significance. He elaborates without waiting, I think he's given up on getting me to play his power game. "This was very curious, as Calvert was cooperating with them, and they evinced no surprise. They expected it." Another pause. A small sigh, barely audible. He continues, clearly reluctant to say the next bit. "Oni Lee is of the opinion that they were sent to rescue Calvert, and were told to claim differently. That the Travelers turned Calvert over to the PRT after claiming to be kidnapping the man is... suspicious."

Another pause. I finally decide to chime in. "Confirmation that Calvert is a part of Coil's organization."

Lung nods slowly. I get the impression he's not looking at me, exactly. He says "Yes." Then he pauses. That's getting a bit tiresome, I hope it's because he's having trouble picking his words, not that it's another power game. I dislike power games. He continues. "In light of this... curious... information... I have decided I am willing to..." He stops, looking pained. "... reconsider the Coil matter." He sounds aggravated beyond belief. He also sounds like he's trying to hide it and has absolutely no experience with hiding his aggravation. Fair enough, dragon man.

I don't smile. I consider it, but I decide against it. Instead, I ask "As in, you're willing to talk about dealing with him?" He lets out a rumble that sounds like an affirmative. He looks like it pains him, though. Then he asks me "I do not suppose your... sources-" he does that air-quotes-while-arms-are-folded thing again "-know where Coil lairs?"

I shrug and say "I couldn't point to it on a map. I know he has an underground base, hidden under a building constructed by Fortress Constructions, but that's about it."

Lung says, somewhat blankly "An underground base? Like in a cartoon?" Then he narrows his eyes at me and says, dangerously "Do not joke-"

I interrupt him. "Yeah, underground base, ridiculous, I know, it's what he's done." Lung is clearly incredulous still. I sigh and say "Truth is stranger than fiction, yeah?" I try not to think too hard about the irony here, I need a straight face, and keep talking. "To a certain extent, refuge in audacity works. And Coil's power is well-suited to finding a working refuge in audacity safely."

Lung snorts again and says "You claim to know the man's power, when it is doubted he even has a power?"

I keep it short and to the point. "Yeah. I do. It's a Thinker power, subtle. The way he experiences it-" I can see Lung looking more incredulous, it annoys me "-he experiences two different realities at the same time, different only due to whatever he does differently in them. Anytime he likes, he drops one, keeping the other. So, he can do risky plans as many times as it takes to finally work, for example. He's scary effective if he's given time to work with, given the initiative. He's a lot less effective when you take the initiative." I pause. Hopefully it comes across as significant. "It's part of why I'd really like to go after him as soon as possible. If we don't go after him, he'll probably hole up and then, as far as he's concerned, try to assassinate me over and over again until he gets a result he likes, while we're utterly oblivious that he has it in for me."

In a careful tone of voice, Lung says "This sounds like a very dangerous power."

I shrug and say "Yeah, it is. Can't even count on him as an ally. Even with mind control, there's always the risk he'll find a way around it and you'll have no clue until it's literally too late."

Lung looks thoughtful again, silent. He's not even looking at me anymore.

This goes on for long enough I get bored and turn to the portal suppression prototype. "So anyway, I'm working on an anti-Endbringer idea." Lung snorts and says "Foolishness." Without turning around I say, somewhat more caustically than I'd intended "Hey, just because you completely failed to matter at Kyushu-"

I don't finish my sentence, because Lung wallops me in the back of my head, riiiight where the concussion impact point is. Everything momentarily cuts out: I can't see, I can't hear, I can't smell or taste or feel. By the time things have started to fade in, Lung is apparently finishing up saying something. I dizzily say "Boss, I didn't catch any of that, I literally just blacked out from that hit." He snorts incredulously. Annoyed, still groggy, I add "I think you hit me right in the concussion." He doesn't look... apologetic, not really, but he does look less 'I'm totally in the right, shut up'. That's something.

He then, I presume, repeats himself. "If you cannot speak with respect, do not speak at all."

Dizzily, hoping this hasn't made my concussion worse and isn't going to kill me, I say "Right, yeah, got it. Ow." Lung gives me a look, from which I infer that wasn't sufficiently respectful. I try to throw a salute. I slap myself in the face. Lung looks torn between amusement and disgust. Great. I'm the comic relief now.

Annoyed, I say "As I was saying, I'm working on an anti-Endbringer idea. Disable cross-dimensional transport into the area, cut them off from their source." Lung is giving me a blank look, but at this point I'm really talking to myself. "I also think it might work as a way of suppressing powers, not sure, the theory is sound but I still need to test it, and anyway I won't be surprised if it really works as power suppression while being no-sold by Endbringers because that's a thing with them-" I realize I'm rambling, maybe in part because Lung's body language has tightened up, annoyed.

I stop talking and think.

Right. Nobody knows how Endbringers or powers work. Fans know how this stuff works, but even Cauldron only knows some of this stuff.

Right.

I sigh and say "Okay, Endbringer biology 101." Lung's eyes furrow and muscles clench and I hastily add "Not condescension dude-" I notice a reaction to the word 'dude' but I can't place it and keep going "-just..." I take a moment to think of how to put it. "... just, I'm flippant, okay? I say things, they're funny to me, I like to think they're funny to other people, they often aren't, it's not meant to be rude or disrespectful or-" Lung makes a cutting motion with one arm, a quick slice to one side and I stop talking.

He rumbles "Flippancy. This, I understand. It is noted. I do not approve, and you will keep it under control in front of the troops, but... quirks... are acceptable. Return to your explanation."

I'm mildly surprised that he's not acting like it's ridiculous of me to think I know anything about Endbringers. Is it because I'm a tinker? Hmm. In any event, I nod, wince when it makes my head throb from how fast I was going, and get back to talking. "So yeah, Endbringer biology. Um. It's... very non-standard, I'm not sure it's even really appropriate to call it biology. I thinks rocks might have more in common with us than an Endbringer does." To my surprise, Lung nods along, so subtly I'm not sure he's aware he's doing it. I keep going, a little distractedly. "There's a bunch of irrelevant details, but the main thing is that most of their body is fake-" Again, that nod so small I don't think it's conscious and intentional. "-with the only thing that really matters being a 'core' that's a portal to another dimension. They pull mass from there, that's how they heal, I suspect it's where, for instance, Leviathan gets his water shadow, but the main thing is that the core is the only thing that matters. Destroy it, they 'die', destroy everything else, they'll keep going and heal it off."

I deliberately do not make a comparison to Lung himself and keep going. "So, if I can suppress portals into an area, I can cripple, maybe even one-shot Endbringers." I pause for a moment. Lung hasn't reacted at all. I'm reminded, for an uncomfortable moment, of Oni Lee. Then I admit "But like I said, Endbringers are often immune to things you'd think would affect them, especially anything that would be a big obvious threat to them, so... it's a long shot." Then I pause again, indicating a subject change.

"Thing is though, powers involve a lot of interdimensional shenanigans." Yeah, I'm not getting into the whole shebang with shards. "Your regeneration is pulling mass from another dimension, for instance." Lung looks momentarily startled, I'm not sure why. Because I named him as an example? Because he never gave any thought to the regeneration? I keep going regardless. "So suppressing interdimensional portals would cut off your regeneration." I pause, then amend "Well, the most extreme portions of your regeneration, anyway."

"This applies to pretty much any cape that's pulling huge amounts of stuff from nowhere. Most capes would have their powers shut off. If it works the way I think it does."

Lung comments, with a tone I can't place "Tinker research? You must have been quite busy while I was imprisoned."

I say "Sure-" this time catch myself "-very busy. I forewent sleep, food, bathroom usage-" he wrinkles his nose "-and... huh. I can't remember the last time I showered, actually." I swear I did shower at some point... I think... shit.

Now Lung looks disgusted. He makes a dismissive hand motion and says "Clean yourself up, woman."

And then he leaves, just like that.

Huh.

Well, now I know how to get rid of Lung.

Still, I really ought to go shower, myself... before I get back to tinkering too... sigh.

Off I go.

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It's two days later. At some point a new version of my old, busted costume showed up. It's subtly different, most notably with clips that I suspect are intended for holding bombs. The mask is, I'm pretty sure, the exact same design though. I'm kind of impressed. I'm guessing they used a mold to get the shape, but I think even the coloration is identical. Did, uh, Takashi, I think that was it, did they photograph the original one, or is there a pile of these lying around, or did someone do this off of memory?

Regardless, I've finally gotten the prototype working. Sort of. Unfortunately, I only seem to be able to tune it to block specific "frequencies" -it's not a full block on all trans-dimensional access to the area, it just no-sells access from specific dimensions, I think. That's useful in its own way, really, since it means I can shut off a specific parahuman's power if I can find their "frequency", instead of turning off everybody's powers, but it has me concerned about its utility against Endbringers. They probably don't pull from just one dimension, and even if they do I'm concerned they'll just no-sell an effect targeted at them in specific.

Lung shows up in the middle of me trying to tune the device, see if I can get it to shut off my shard. See what happens. I'm a tinker, that shouldn't be a big problem, right? And I can actually get readings on my shard easily enough, I'm a sample readily available to myself where other parahumans are... not. I manipulate a dial and-

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The warmth of a star. Insufficient in the long term.

Hm. Odd.

Ah. Clever, but foolish.

Interfere?

No, situation resolving itself.


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-the next thing I know I'm on the floor, my project is on fire, and Lung is yelling while two thugs -the ones that were watching me today- are rushing in.

Uh.

What the hell?

I -what happened? I was dialing in on cutting off the portal from my own shard, the one going right into my brain, the one all parahumans have. (Or maybe it's a portal nearby? That seems silly. Still, I haven't worked out the precise mechanics, but there's got to be some kind of trans-dimensional signaling going on, is the point, so: portals, of some kind) I... lost time. Why did I lose time?

Well, I know shards not only have passive interference with their parahuman hosts -the conflict thing, and Wildbow claims the shards tend to have people fixate on their original trigger event, though Miss Militia is the only canonical example that jives with that to me- but active interference. And they have to be constantly listening in on the Coronas to actually have powers behave correctly.

As a tinker, I do have a power focused entirely (Or maybe primarily, I'm still not sure whether there's subtle shit going on to allow me to make stuff) on my brainmeats. But that... I wasn't even in the tinker fugue, was I? I'm not exactly the best judge of it when it's happening, but it doesn't feel like I was, in retrospect.

Ugh, I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of failsafe. Maybe shards hack people so they stop functioning if disconnected from their shards. Uuugh.

Whatever, Lung is talking to me. Asking what the hell I was doing.

I mumble out "Testing the anti-Endbringer idea."

Lung looks sharply at the two thugs, who are busy beating the fire out with rugs or blankets or something. He relaxes slightly for whatever reason, then picks me up and carries me off to a chair and drops me in it.

Fuckin' hate upholstered chairs.

I still feel groggy. Didn't even notice I felt groggy, initially. Like, system check, are all parts in order? Or something.

A bit later, the fire is out, the thugs are back to guarding the door, and Lung is looming over me, arms crossed, asking me what the hell was I doing.

I'm less mumbly at this point, thankfully. I keep my eyes focused on one of the ceiling lights, though. Grounds me a little, or something. "I wanted a blanket portal block, but I haven't figured that part out. Righ' now 've just got, um, how do I put this..." errrgh. "... I can block a, a frequency? Like with a radio. Like blocking a radio station, only instead of a radio station 'm blocking portals from a specific dimension. Only long-term portals I know 'bout are parahuman based. M' bombs make brief portals. Not great for testing specific dimensional blocking, I think they actually pull from random dimensions or somethin', an' anyway I have to build them to then use them up in testing."

I briefly mutter to myself about how it would be fine if I had Oni Lee, for unlimited bomb testing!

Then I get back to my explanation. Lung is still looking ominous. And un-masked. Has me wondering if his identity is one of those open secret things. Or maybe there's a few Lung-alikes, all given enough rank he can plausibly be any of them? Like, there was that one guy when we attacked...

Oh, right. My explanation. Lung is looking impatient now. Anyway. "So, since I'm a parahuman, and I'm here, conveniently available for testing, I tried blocking the portal between me and, uh, my tinker... database... thingy." I finish somewhat lamely when I remember I don't want to explicitly allude to shards. Talking about portals and powers, that's where mass comes from, etc, that's logical, and doesn't involve answering questions about alien invaders set to blow up every Earth ever.

Lung's raised an eyebrow. I tack on "I don't remember anything until after it set on fire." It abruptly occurs to me that might've been Lung. I'd been assuming it was the thing overloading or something. I consider asking. Then I decide I'm too tired to ask.

Lung furrows his eyebrows, turns slightly aside, lowers his head, and his eyes half-close. I assume this is some kind of thinking posture for him, arms still crossed and all.

After a minute I drag myself out of the upholstered chair. I really should find an excuse to use it for parts, just to get rid of it. Hopefully they won't replace it with another upholstered chair.

I consider going back to the containment foam study project.

Then I remember it's all evaporated.

Damn it.

Then Lung speaks up and says "Bakuda, I have decided, in my great generosity, to assent to your request."

Buh? What? Request? What the hell is he talking about?

With a rumble, he tacks on "We will root out Coil, wherever he may be hiding. Soon. Very soon."

I blurt out "He has spies in the ABB." I just remembered that bit from canon.

Lung pauses, but waves my concerns off with one hand, arm still half-folded over his chest, and says "That is fine. This is to be a parahuman operation anyway." He narrows his eyes at me. "You should concern yourself with not letting slip details. I trust Oni Lee's circumspection. I do not trust yours." I note that his gaze is lingering on the still-smoking remains of my project.

Damn it, I'm going to have to start from the beginning on that thing, aren't I?

Wait, wait.

Wait.

WE'RE KILLING COIL. ("Soon. Very soon." So, like, now-ish, hopefully. Not eventually.)

Yesssss.
 
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Bakuda's Workshop

Brain activity a bad match to actions.

Conscious thoughts are primarily restricted to variations on the following:

"I have to pee."

"I'm tired."

"I'm hungry."

"Wait, what was I doing again?"

This is only marginally more introspective and self-aware than the spiders occupying the corners. Completely inappropriate to most subjects. This is a host, though. This is somewhat extreme by the standards of databased subjects, but would not normally be of interest.

That it is true at all times is of considerably more interest.

There are other subjects with this particular quirk, but it always starts from the moment they become a host. This subject has already been a host for some time. Postcognition indicates no situation occurred in which limits would be removed, and it is uncharacteristic for a host to receive this form of boon given existing parameters.

This subject's opacity and altered behavior is derailing Plan #47, which had previously been rated at 37% and rising, a full 15% ahead of Plan #4, 18% ahead of Plan #33, and only 1% behind Plan #66, which has been losing a percent periodically and is projected to continue doing so indefinitely.

Pinging.

Ping rejected.

Not abnormal.

Turning to indirect data gathering.

Subject: Thomas Calvert

'She blew herself up? What kind of person does that?'

The memory in question is vivid, fortuitously so, as there is no other way of accessing this information.

The rest of this subject's conscious thoughts are emotionally charged revenge fantasies, indulged in between the more practical business of assuring their superiors that there is nothing to be concerned about and attempting to wring sympathy from said superiors, simultaneously. Unhelpful.

Primary subject is either selectively suicidal or has access to information postcognition and prior models of what form of assistance they can expect are not in line with.

Provoking further dwelling on the memories is considered, and rejected. Prior monitoring indicates low odds that anything else of interest is uniquely known to this subject.

Subject: "Oni Lee"

Near-zero conscious activity. Inconvenient. Conscious thought is easily decrypted, that's what it's for. Other brain activity is designed for internal use.

Accessing memories requires the subject experiences memories. This can be incited, but naturally they will notice. Acceptable within an operation. Undesirable otherwise.

Subject insight can be useful, and this subject has the most time spent with the primary subject.

Unfortunate. Perhaps another time.

Subject: "Miss Militia"

Colin is telling her that she needs to feed herself, or else she'll die. She nods along in agreement. Yes, that is true. If she doesn't eat, she'll die. No flaw in the logic there. She can't quite make herself see that as a reason to eat, though.

It's an odd experience, given her memory has no holes.

The past is immediate and real. She knows, with absolute certainty, that this would've swayed her less than a week ago. That, really, it wouldn't have been necessary at all. Hunger was its own reason. Fear of death for failing to do so was, of course, intellectually understood, but invoking it wasn't even necessary.

Now neither of them has power over her.

Still, she eats when told to, at least so long as someone is there to watch her. She feels faintly embarrassed by the idea of letting them down. Like not eating when they're watching her, wanting her to do so, is shameful. It's a weak motivation, but it works.

It's too bad she can't bring herself to using it on her own. The woman of before would've found a way. The woman of now looks back on the woman of before, and can't quite imagine why she thought it made sense... while remembering it perfectly.

Strange. Very strange.

Panacea is apologetic. She "doesn't do brains", as everyone well knows, and she's pretty sure this is permanent. Colin swears he'll find a tinkertech solution. There must be one, after all. The woman of now finds that flattering, in a way, though it seems a waste. She never saw him as more than a teammate, she certainly won't now, and anyway isn't he already taken by Dragon? Even if he hasn't noticed yet, himself.

So. Someday, she might be a cyborg, able to care again. Another odd thought.

They're all odd thoughts, really.

She wishes, vaguely, that her prior self was in a cage within her, screaming at the current situation. That would be easier than this... state. There'd be a sense that she could fight against the wrongness. It doesn't feel wrong.

That's the whole problem.

Unhelpful.

Subject: "Dauntless"

Everything still hurts. Panacea was "Reasonably confident" that it would stop.

Eventually.

… probably.

For the moment, he has to grit his teeth and bear it. Hope of the world, potential future Endbringer slayer, can't show weakness, can't let the villains win, can't let the Endbringers win. He scowls a little more readily, maybe, he's a little quicker to anger, certainly, but people put it down to righteous anger, maybe anger at himself for allowing Lung to be freed.

Those are maybe true, too, but mostly, everything still hurts.

So, he patrols, and he's maybe a little more eager to find crime to stop, a little more diligent, a little more focused, when he feels ready to empower something.

Unhelpful.

Subject: Rory Christner

Rory wishes he was still a Ward. Then he wouldn't have been present for Lung's breakout, wouldn't have been hit with the... pain grenade or whatever it was.

Everything hurts.

Rory can't bring himself to uncurl from his ball of pain.

Even after Panacea comes by, looking harried and tired, it still all hurts. "Most of it is in your brain, not your nerves" she says, apologetically, and then leaves, the pain only slightly dimmed.

Like it's all in his head. He's imagining this much pain.

Piggot signs off on medical leave, with Armsmaster's signature on the document as well, though the man himself can't be bothered to show up to inform him.

Rory wishes he'd never taken that damn formula.

Unhelpful.

Subject: Victoria Dallon

Vicky was regaling her sister with the story of the fight as the healing happened, in no small part trying to keep herself from paying attention to the exact details of the healing.

"... so I hit her with my aura, dialed it up all the way. I've seen people shit themselves Amy, literally shit themselves." Amy made a vague noise of agreement, focused on the healing, aware her sister was venting. It wasn't intended to be a conversation. "She doesn't react!" This sudden explosion is enough to jolt her arm and get a glare from her sister, resulting in a muttered apology before returning to the topic. "The woman is a goddamn robot, I swear, I've never seen someone just not react. She just held up another of her freaky bombs, menacing me with the thing, cool as a cucumber, never mind I know that she was injured and, you know, aura at max!" This was apparently surprising to Amy, but not enough so to merit distracting herself from converting the mangy animal into raw material.

Interesting.

Subject: Lung

Lung -for that was the only way he thought of himself these days- was quite wary of his newest parahuman subordinate. She was unbalanced. More importantly, she was different from before his capture, and he wasn't clear why. It wasn't the difference of personal growth, human change. Her body language had completely changed, her speech patterns, her everything. Uncertainty promotes fear, as he well knows, and while he was not afraid of the wretch, Lung that he was, he still did not like having an asset he did not understand. If she had been a non-parahuman subordinate, he'd be inclined to wonder if she had triggered, but she was a parahuman and everything he knew about parahumans told him you only triggered once. No clues, then. Unsettling.

Unhelpful. Inaccurate. Interesting.

Most unsettling was that she knew things she had no reason to know, and asking around, carefully, indicated she had not gathered this information through the usual channels. Oni Lee was, of course, perfectly willing to answer direct questions, and denied having gathered any information for the girl. Nonetheless, subordinates were able to corroborate some of the information, and other parts fit a little too nicely for him to dismiss them out of hand. If Oni Lee were anyone else, Lung would wonder if he was lying, but he well knew it had been a long time since Oni Lee had been capable of disobedience.

Which raised the troubling possibility that Oni Lee considered himself loyal to Bakuda now.

Ridiculous, but the thought wouldn't leave him.

And then there was the name. Oni Lee had never known him as anything other than Lung, nor had anyone else here. No one alive should know the name. Even if everyone was disloyal to him, she shouldn't know the name. A tinker who makes bombs -not an explanation for this knowledge, either.

Troubling.

More useful.

Subject: Taylor Hebert

Tattletale is trying to hide it, but our mysterious boss is apparently out of contact. This gnaws at me. If the boss is gone for good... I really ought to just turn them in now.

I'm not sure I want to.

Wrong momentum. Irretrievably so?

Somewhere in Earth orbit

If this were another story, the Simurgh would make an ominous motion of some kind, aimed entirely at the audience. Opening one eye, or smiling secretly to herself, like a human being gloating. Something utterly invisible to the people of Earth Bet and painfully conspicuous to the audience.

This is not another story.

There is no indication of anything on the Simurgh's part.

Why would there be?
 
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This took entirely too long, between holidays, being tired and somewhat under the weather, general busyness, and the chapter itself proving to be a pain to write. But here we are, Arc 3: Descent.

3.1

Oni Lee, Lung, and myself have a fairly casual meeting to plot out the Coil thing. It boils down to Lung swinging by the next day out of costume, driving me (Also out of costume) to an abandoned (Crumbling) warehouse, and Oni Lee appearing suddenly inside it once we're inside.

Oni Lee still doesn't look so good, though now I can tell he wasn't missing the whole arm like I'd originally thought. It was hacked off somewhere behind the elbow, which... well, honestly, the main thing was that he'd lost the hand, anyway. I'm not sure how much difference it makes for him whether it was the whole arm or half the arm or if it could've been just the hand and it would all be the same thing.

I'd puked during the night. Hooray. Too much going on for me to say why. Sickness? The concussion? Bakuda's body having a really unhealthy period? Some intersection of these things?

In any event, it meant I hadn't slept so well before this. In addition to being concussed still. And possibly being sick, if that's what's going on. I don't feel like I've caught a bug. No skin crawling or anything. On the other hand, light sensitivity is a concussion consequence and a consequence of fever. I don't particularly feel like I've been light sensitive, but then I was unusually light sensitive back in Omicron. Maybe Bakuda's body is less light sensitive when concussed and/or running a fever than my old body was when healthy.

sigh

Too hard to pin this stuff down.

Oni Lee is still in costume and armed. I'm starting to wonder if he even has a civilian life. Lung and I are here out of costume, but not Oni Lee? Suggestive. I notice, and consider asking about, that I can't see the monomolecular knife on him. Did he lose it? Was it destroyed? But I put it off for the moment. Coil. Coil really really needs to die.

Oni Lee is a bit more involved in this discussion. Apparently, even while wounded, he kept up with the ABB's intelligence network. I'm sort of vaguely surprised. I wouldn't have pegged Oni Lee as the spymaster of the ABB, but apparently he is. Anyway, the relevant bit: Calvert was kept on-base for a bit for medical reasons and for his own protection. Also to debrief him. Our mole's information indicates Calvert couldn't point the PRT to my workshop, so that's something. Something I hadn't even thought about, oh god, that could've been bad.

Unfortunately, they released him yesterday. So he may well be off being Coil right now. Dammit.

I share what I know about Coil's base and methodology and stuff like that. Oni Lee doesn't react, big shock there. I'm more surprised at Lung taking it in quietly. Actually, Oni Lee does react -he rattles off a list of addresses in the Bay that were made/are being made by Fortress Constructions and aren't obviously incompatible with an underground facility. There's only six of them, which makes sense, since Fortress is about making stuff like anti-Endbringer bunkers, not office buildings. I've always wondered what Coil's base is lairing under, given that.

It's right when we're in the middle of deciding which one to hit that the world goes white, I'm suddenly tackled by two bodies, and the next thing I know the world is a confusing whirlwind of color and noise for about thirty seconds before Oni Lee stops cloneporting Lung and me.

Looking back and seeing three of me all goggling at each other and then collapsing into ash is weird. Especially since the mes are Bakuda. I'm still not fully used to seeing myself in mirrors and stuff.

More importantly, I can see Purity leveling the building we were in.

My first thought is a half-thought: Wait, how did she-

Then I have my second thought. Oh my fucking god Coil, I fucking hate you.

Because yeah, I can see a shifting mess of metal that's almost certainly Hookwolf off in a different direction. Lung is barking out somethingsomething Japanese and Cowards! Gutless cowards! and I cut him off and he turns to glare at me but I keep going and say "They're not after us. I think Coil released their civilian identities." And Lung's eyes narrow at me some more, 'cause hey I still haven't bothered to explain that, but Lung orders Oni Lee to get us to the workshop, it's far enough away from here. We ignore the car melting under Purity's DNA death ray. It's not even her target, it's just a little too close to the demolition.

I try not to think too hard about the fact that this seems to be a version of the Wormverse where Oni Lee's cloneporting siphons your initiative or something as we're cloneported along.

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Lung turns on the TV, flips through channels, and catches the tail end of the Night/Fog reporter-murdering bit. Odd timing, but okay. A bit more watching confirms that, yes, the E88 cape identities are all public knowledge now. Also confirmation that two children were "rescued" from Purity -I note they don't mention that she's their mother and make it sound more like she was holding them prisoner- because oh my fucking god what is wrong with the Wormverse, why would you do that, goddammit.

Goddammit.

Goddammit Coil.

I guess this Coil at least has the excuse that he's probably not thinking clearly, thanks to me. Canon Coil was just being a stupid asshole for, as far as canon indicated, no reason.

Well. I can take some comfort in the fact that it's highly improbable that the original events that got the Undersiders being attacked will play out again. Of course... that means the Undersiders are unlikely to help Purity get her kids back, which was what cut the demolition short... fuck.

Lung speaks up. "This is good."

The hell you say.

He continues. "A good cover for our own attack." A grunt. "Get into costume, Bakuda." And then he turns away and starts stuffing bombs into a sack. I. Uh. Shit. Um. Fuckit, fine.

Some minutes later I'm in costume with bombs clipped to it as well as the signaling device, and we're cloneporting to the first potential site, skirting the worst of the E88 rampage. I also grabbed my new portal-blocking prototype. This one has an actual readout for me to use, giving me sensor feedback on portal shenanigans. I kludged it together by sacrificing an XBoy -no, seriously- that one of my guards was playing on when I was tinkering, loudly enough to A: piss me off and B: catch my attention while in Spark mode. My power really hates giving me anything that provides information, so it was a colossal pain to figure out how to feed sensor inputs into the screen such that they did what I want, and I still don't like the way the UI is constructed. I incidentally confirmed the portals capes have are inside their brain, using the sensor.

Lung asks me, on the way over (Oh god please don't let this be killing my mind) whether I can do Tinker bullshit to scan the underground or anything. I answer no. I make bombs. And traps. I don't make sensors. I've tried. He raises an eyebrow at this, but does not dispute it.

Then I slap myself in the face -er, mask- and say "I can scan for capes, though." A pause. "Uh, though I'm not sure how long the range on the sensor actually is. Haven't tested that yet." Lung grunts again, distractedly. We're in front of a finished building. I wanna say in canon Coil's base was underneath an under-construction one, but I'm not 100% on that so I didn't specifically say that when we were talking in the warehouse prior to Death Ray Interrupt. I break out my sensor thing, ignoring the expanding circle of "Civilians refuse to enter this space because oh god villains". I say "Well, it detects us, but not anything else, but, you know, range."

So we walk into the building and completely ignore the security guards pulling pistols. Well, Lung and I completely ignore them. Oni Lee is suddenly behind one, knife to the guy's throat and cutting. I wince a little. Repeat three more times before any of them can actually fire a shot. God damn. Hopefully this is Coil's base.

Short version: no. Long version: more dead security guards, and hell no.

Dammit.

Cue cloneporting to site possibility #2. This one is an abandoned Fortress Construction project, and so was my highest hope. That's the obvious place to put a secret base, right? No parahumans detected, but I tried paying attention to the device as we were cloneporting (That is, watching its data on our prior selves) and its range is a lot less than I'd have liked. All we find are some homeless people. Merchants, going by the bangles. They literally piss themselves and run. We ignore them and dig around for entrances and find nothing.

Cloneporting (errrrgh) to site possibility #3, a non-abandoned ongoing construction project, meant to be an Endbringer bunker when completed. I mused to myself at some point in all this that, with Velocity dead, we're unlikely to be intercepted. This is dumb of me. This is very dumb of me.

It's Glory Girl, back for round 2. By Glory Girl, I mean the entire family. Both of the entire families. Except Panacea. Probably off at the hospital, treating victims of the E88 rampage. Lung starts ramping up immediately, steps away from Oni Lee, and charges the big guy (Um, Manpower, I think?) while Oni Lee starts cloneporting me around. My prior selves get it before I do, and pull and toss grenades before they can collapse into ash. Some of them are non-lethal bombs being tossed at the Dallons and the... the... um... the other family. New Wave, is the point. Others are hilariously destructive bombs being tossed at likely entry points to a hypothetical base. Basically depended on what was closer to them.

I, meanwhile, find myself shortly standing on a roof, hidden away, with Oni Lee telling me to stay here and wait while he returns to the fight. I decide to pass the time fiddling with the portal blocker. I'm disappointed to find that each and every cape registers as a portal to different personal dimensions. (ie one dimension per cape) Man, what? Buds! That's not how buds work! I call bullshit!

Dammit.

I can't correlate a given portal to a given person, either. Most of the portals keep zipping out of my detection/suppression range, and I decide to ignore homing in on those ones. I pick one of the two portals that's actually sticking stably in my range and fiddle with the settings until it should be-

-aaaand that's the sound of someone screaming. A quick peek over the roof's edge shows, uh, I think it's Manpower, pretty sure, down on the ground on fire and screaming. And with his guts torn open. Lung is looking at his blood-soaked hand. I think he looks surprised. Hard to tell when he's already considerably larger and the scales are starting to form. And he's wearing a mask. But the body language looks like "surprised" to me, I'm pretty sure. I duck back down and go back to fiddling with the portal blocker, get it away from blocking that portal. Once that's done, I peek back over. Manpower is not screaming anymore.

I'm pretty sure he stopped screaming because he's dead.

Well. Shit.

Two of the fliers are carrying off his corpse though, so maybe not. Maybe he's not a corpse yet. Lung lets them escape, and lets the rest of the group retreat. Except Glory Girl, because she doesn't fucking retreat, she charges Lung headfirst (Well, arms out front and fists clenched, but whatever), slams into him so hard he actually falls over, and starts punching him in the head repeatedly, so hard that I can see concrete cracking underneath his head, right up until Oni Lee appears on top of her and, after a second's delay, detonates a grenade that sprays... oh, that's the napalm one. (Well. It's not technically napalm, but it's close enough) That gets Glory Girl to go zooming off, screaming in rage and probably pain, though I note that the stuff seems to be running off her slowly even though the not-napalm is really sticky. I guess her forcefield is partially protecting her, and it can't cling properly to the force field? Might be clinging more to itself, surface tension or something...

Well. That's New Wave driven off.

Lung wastes no time in taking advantage of his partially ramped up state -I notice he has claws- to start digging his way into one of the points that got blown open by one of the prior mes.

End result: No, not Coil's lair either. Fffff. Also, Lung is no longer ramped up by the time we're done here.

Oni Lee collects us and cloneports (ffff) us to Site #4. It's a bank Fortress Constructions made for Sun Trust. It's supposed to be impregnable to 99% of parahumans and safe in an Endbringer attack barring them actually deciding to target the bank itself, per se. It's also uncomfortably close to where Rune (Going by "Figure crouching on top of a big floating chunk of stuff while more stuff floats around") is causing havoc, but we ignore her and she ignores us, to my surprise. I briefly wonder if Coil outed us.

No wait, that's stupid. I don't have a civilian identity, and at this point I don't think Lung or Oni Lee do, either.

We go to the back of the bank (It's an entire floor lower than the main of the bank) and blow our way into an area designed for armored trucks to swing by and do their armored truck thing. We then blow our way through another metal shutter off to one side with a big sign saying -well. I don't actually catch it before we blow it up. Somethingsomething caution something Endbringer something.

To my very great surprise, it hides a corridor quite obviously going down and left. Lung rumbles.

I get the distinct impression he thinks we've found it.

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An obnoxious amount of walking down in a spiral later, we're in front of a Totally Under Construction Do Not Enter Bunker. None of us believe it for a second. I've been watching my portal suppressor the whole time, and it's detecting two portals on the other side. I mention that aloud. Just two portals I can see. "I'm guessing there's guards just on the other side of that door. They should be equipped with tinkertech laser guns. Well. Regular guns with tinkertech laser attachments, anyway." I always wondered who made those attachments in canon.

Lung rumbles out "Not for long." I notice that he's ramping up. Hm. I'd always sort of thought he needed an active threat in his area to ramp up. Maybe he only needs to be anticipating combat?... I dunno. He tells Oni Lee and I to "stay here", drops the bag of bombs, and goes jogging toward the (Big, round, metal) door, throwing fire ahead of him. It's hot enough that even back here I'm starting to feel uncomfortably warm. Yikes, and he's barely even started ramping up. I grab the bag and back up a few feet. Oni Lee follows, walking backward, eyes always on the door.

I decide to tune the portal blocker into one of the capes behind the door while Lung's busy tearing at the door. I think I can hear voices yell- actually, wait, a PA thing just crackled on. Can't quite make it out, between the electronic distortion and the racket Lung is making in tearing at the door. Somethingsomething leave something be shot somethingsomething warning something and then it crackles back off. Whatever. I focus on tuning the portal blocker.

It takes longer than I'd prefer for Lung to finally tear his way through the door. I wince at how metal is melting around him. Gonna need to be careful, following him. Regardless, I got the portal blocker tuned. I'm puzzled at how the portal isn't moving at all. No reaction at all? Hm. You know, I really need to do a more scientific test of this thing... anyway. The first hole lights up purple. I think purple was the color of Coil's tinkertech lasers? Lung's left shoulder is suddenly gore (I note that I can see part of the shoulder blade sticking out, and I can't see any damage to it), and there's a gouged out chunk of ceiling, melting, behind him. The damage is visibly healing already.

I decide to back further away, get the curve of the tunnel between me and potential death lasers. Oni Lee instead suddenly appears to one side of the door, followed by the one next to me collapsing into ash. Jesus christ dude. It's got to be blazing that close to Lung. I guess it does get him out of the line of fire, but still.

I can't see what's going on, but I can hear the screams, yells, the sound of gunfire -loud- and I also hear... something brief. I'm not sure what, exactly, and I don't get any time to analyze it because it stops almost instantly, while both of the portals I'm reading -the two that aren't Lung and Oni Lee, I mean- vanish at the same time.

I stare, gobsmacked. The hell? Trickster can't mass teleport. There should've been a delay of at least a split-second. What the hell happened?

I fiddle with the thing for a few more minutes, waiting for the noises of combat to stop. Explosions start up, I occasionally catch flickers of purple cutting through the ceiling nearby -missed shots, I presume- and I assume Oni Lee has joined the fray. Fiddling with the settings on my portal blocker doesn't clarify anything about the two portals. The PA starts back up somewhere in here. I think it's a general call to arms. I still can't make it out that well.

Eventually everything goes quiet (Well, the noises are distant enough that I'm pretty sure I'm safe, either way), and I hesitantly make my way to getting line of sight on the area, leaving the bag behind for the moment.

It's a mess. I make my way gingerly closer, very aware of how hot the air coming from this area is. I can't see Lung or Oni Lee either. I guess they went on ahead without me? Great. When I get close enough, I can see... a lot of scorched and torn open/apart corpses. The odd thing is, one of them looks like it was costumed, rather than kitted out with military gear, but just the one probably-costumed corpse is in the area. It's at the center of a loosely spherical area of molten concrete and steel, and it and a half-dozen militarily-dressed corpses around it are the only ones that don't look to have been clawed at.

I take a minute to digest that.

Did... Sundancer kill one of her teammates? Wait, there were two portals, they winked out at the same time. So... she killed two teammates? Why? And where's the other body? Actually, if one of them was Genesis, I think her projections are supposed to vanish entirely on "death"... Still. This doesn't make sense... I'm missing something. Dammit. Never thought I'd wish for bug control. I'd have more information, at least. Probably.

I edge a bit closer, get slapped in the face with a sudden rush of even hotter air, and promptly have to turn to one side, pull my mask up, and vomit tremendously. The smell carried with the hot air is fucking awful... and I already vomited last night, so I'm not exactly in a position to weather it.

I give serious consideration to trying to make the mess go away with one of my more exotically destructive bombs. I reject it after a minute of thought and move on to: ice bomb?

… mmmmaaybe. It's... well, it does cool things off, but the main thing it does is pull arctic ice from another dimension and dump it here. It's more solid water than it is cold water. In fact, thinking on it further, making everything wet is... not a good way to improve the smell. Eugh.

Back to being half-tempted to break out a black hole bomb to clean up. Still... that wouldn't cool things off, which I need to get through the door safely. Parts of it are still visibly red-hot, and a handful of spots look to me like they might still be soft. Not safe for an unaltered human body to go through.

I waffle like that for a few minutes, half-listening to the battle raging elsewhere in the complex, keeping an eye on my portal blocker the whole time. Early warning system for capes approaching, basically. Finally I decide fuckit, I'll break out an ice bomb to speed along the cooling. Arm the bombs, toss a bomb, wince at how the pillar of ice that bursts into existence completely blocks off the door... I pass time by clipping other bombs to my costume.

It doesn't take very long for the ice pillar to melt, though. There's a lot of steam produced, too, though I'm relieved to find it's not scalding steam, at least not by the time it gets to me. Still. Now I'm in a hot, muggy tunnel with hampered vision, on edge because I keep expecting some of Coil's men to come try to secure the front door. I guess they're a bit busy with the rage dragon and Oni Lee.

Once the last of the ice is melted I approach cautiously. The steam gets hotter closer to the door, but not problematically so. I also note no metal seem to be red-hot. I slowly put a foot out and set it down gingerly on a spot that looks relatively unaffected, and then just leave it there when I'm not immediately burned. It's warm, but not uncomfortably so. Maybe if I was barefoot it would be a problem, but I'm not, so it's fine.

A couple of slow, careful minutes later I'm on the other side of the door. Hooray!

I'm also standing amid a charnel house, but I'm still calling that a victory.

… then I turn around, grab the sack of bombs and get it through the door.

I'm much less cautious after that, though I make an effort to be quiet, which is a pain in the butt with the bag of bombs and the fact that the bombs attached to my costume rattle and shake and the fact that I'm in boots walking on metal grating when I'm not walking on concrete and oi. I take heart in the fact that I can still hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions and what I suspect is Lung roaring, and so probably I'm not that audible to anyone else.

When the path splits three ways it's very obvious which direction Lung went. I suspect Oni Lee followed, too, though he's the assassin so he may well have been sneakily going some other way.

Huge goddamn corridors for an underground complex, though. For Noelle, I guess. Or for truck deliveries? Both?

I go left, which is an almost-normal-sized corridor. I suspect the forward path is the main route. I'd rather go exploring off to the sides, see what I can find. I take it slowly and carefully. I highly doubt my mask is any protection from bullets, even if the main of the costume does seem to be armor.

… dammit, I only just realized that my awesome tinkertech helmet was damaged and I never thought to fix it or replace it. I have no idea what they did with it, either.

Fffff.

Regardless, I find... offices. Like, Dilbert-would-live-here offices. Excuse me, work here.

I consider digging around in the files for information, but honestly I'm not sure what I'd be looking for. How is this organized? What even is here? Probably most of it is the mind-numbing paperwork bureaucracies tend to generate by being bureaucracies, and not of much use to an outsider. Or an insider, for that matter. At least not without being, like, a spy trained in pulling together the big picture from dozens of reports, or something.

It's also a dead end. No corpses though. A space not in use yet? Or were there people here, and they rallied?...

I head back to the branching area and go down the right path this time. (ie walk in a straight line from my current area)

I almost immediately note that I can smell blood. Oddly, just blood. No gunpowder or anything. A few more minutes of walking shows me why -it's a barracks (Or group quarters?), and Oni Lee clearly got here first and managed to slit throats with surprisingly little resistance. To be fair, there's only five corpses, one of whom is literally in their underwear. Just past the barracks is an armory. I know so because it's labeled "armory" in giant red-painted letters above the door. The door itself hasn't been opened. Odd. Did Oni Lee teleport past the first fight and go straight to this area, while Lung fought the initial group alone? I'm having trouble imagining a reason why these people wouldn't have been battle-ready by the time Oni Lee showed up, as even that theory seems a stretch.

I waffle for a second: do I want to loot the armory or deny access to it?

After a minute I decide that carrying a gun sends entirely the wrong impression, even if people think of me as a maniac murderer already. A shift in tone from cape to conventional combatant backed by parahuman powers. Seems dangerous to go that route.

I break out a welder bomb, set it on the door, twist the detonator, and then walk away and press the remote detonation button on my transmitter once I'm out of sight. Fuck yeah, remote control bombs.

Back to the main corridor and down the last route. This time, the next branching area is complicated, with a staircase downward to one side -the door has been torn off its hinges but there's no evidence of Lung traveling down the stairs- and series of individual doors past it, some torn open (A couple marked with redhot handprints) and others not, ending in a door marked prominently with "Receiving". Receiving what? It doesn't look like a giant vault door like I'd expect for Noelle's room... my recollection is Coil's personal safe room is set deep inside the base...

Regardless. I focus on checking out the rooms. A cafeteria (Filled with dead people), multiple small rooms that I suspect are quarters, a medical room, a room labeled "Therapy" (Huh?), an exercise room, an abbreviated firing range, a room with multiple motorcycles for some reason (Rapid response for the troops?), a torn open door into another tunnel, and a number of rooms that mean nothing to me. Probably some are storage rooms, though. Not sure about others, though.

I also notice cameras, primarily because they're clearly tracking me.

Fuck that.

A couple tense minutes of digging through my bag later, I have what amounts to an EMP grenade in my hand. (It's more complicated than that, and I'm pretty sure it won't effect most tinkertech -definitely not my bombs, portal blocker/scanner, or transmitter anyway- but it will ignore "hardening") I arm it, set it down, and while it times down head off toward the stairs down.

Then everything is plunged into darkness when it goes off.

… I didn't think this through very well.

I wait another couple of minutes, until I remember my not-EMP-grenade actually burns out circuitry and power lines. If there's a backup generator or something, it won't help.

Great.
 
3.2
FINALLY.

3.2

So, total darkness. Actually total, not like when it's nighttime and the moon isn't out but there's still starlight, even if it's cloudy. Actual, complete, total darkness, zero light to work with.

Why do I do these things to myself.

Actually, I do have one light source, aside from trying to find Lung. And aside from some of the still redhot bits of metal here and there. Anyway: my scanner/portal-blocker! It's... well, it produces some light. Enough I don't have to kill myself by flailing around in the dark. This would be a really good time to know whether my good night vision carried over or not. I have no idea.

I carefully make my way toward the staircase, scanner acting as an impromptu flashlight. This... takes a lot longer than I'd prefer. I also note that I'm hearing more screaming than I remember hearing before, and less... I think less laser sounds? I'm not sure. The laser sound was like a hum or something, difficult to distinguish out from other noises, so I'm not fully convinced. I might simply be reacting to having killed the generator, or the lights, or something.

I peer down the (metal grating) stairs first, scanner held pointing off into the hallway I came from rather than toward the stairs. I don't see any lights down below. Should be safe enough? I proceed as carefully as I can, though not nearly as quietly as I'd prefer. It helps that the stairs are regular. Outside of transitioning from staircase to landing and back, I can proceed with a much higher degree of confidence than if it was something more irregular.

I keep the scanner light aimed up as much as I can and listen for... anything below. Conversation, movement, whatever. I find it a bit unnerving how I'm not hearing anything, honestly. Is this a skeleton crew? Are Coil's forces simply responding to and focusing on Lung and Oni Lee? Or is this just an irrelevant side passage, is all? Or are they professionals and I'm walking into an ambush?

I'm reminded uneasily of the canon sniper who kept fighting and actually scared off Oni Lee, even after he'd fallen off a building. And been knifed? I forget. Coil's people are competent. Dedicated, too, particularly considering they're supposedly mercenaries.

I finally decide, on the last landing, to try to shine the scanner light at the door. It's closed. That... doesn't answer anything. Then I notice the scanner is registering a portal, and it's closing fast. From... that doesn't make any sense?

Something drops on me and I hear a noise I interpret as claws skittering off the armor of the back. The bag of explosives drops out of my grip, though I clutch the scanner to my chest successfully, and I hit the ground from the impact. I can hear, over the sound of myriad explosives rolling across metal grating, dropping to hit the concrete ground, something noticeably heavier hit the grating behind and to my right. My attacker, I assume.

I kick out and hit something, which hisses. The hiss sounds familiar. Can't quite place it, no time, doesn't sound like I actually hurt it. I roll to one side and arm, from memory grab a, a... well, flashbang is almost accurate, except minus the bang. Also, it blinds people for an hour if they were looking at it when it detonated. Regardless, the thing hisses again and I toss the armed flash grenade in its general direction while facing away and closing my eyes and covering them with the other hand.

Even with all that, there's bright spots in my vision after it goes off.

More alarmingly, the thing doesn't react.

I scrabble away as I hear what I think is it leaping at me, stop when I flail at open air instead of ground, roll to one side and pull and arm a different bomb and drop it down to the ground below, I hope. This one? (Oh gods I hope I grabbed the correct one) This one is a fear grenade. I've been working on my non-lethals.

Shitshitshit gonna die gotta run oh god I can't see scramble for the scanner oh there it is, I hear the thing the thing is shrieking, oh god oh god oh god, scanner scanner scanner shit shit I can see it that better goddamn well be Genesis holy fuck I hope it's Genesis I do not want to be in a fucking Aliens crossover with Worm fuck fuck fuck tune the blocker, tune the blocker, quick quick I don't know how long the fear will last, that's not even a human body, fuck fuck fuck

oh thank god, thank god, it's tuned oh god I'm gonna die she's gonna make a different body and come and kill me or, or a soldier will find me or Contessa will decide I'm inconvenient or Scion will notice I exist and decide that needs to be fixed or...


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There's no clear, specific point at which the fear bomb's effect stops or "turns off". The unreasoning panic slowly, painfully slowly, fades gradually, incrementally. I'm still shaking, jolting at every unexpected sound when I reach the point I can make myself get up and start gathering the bombs, stuffing them into the bag. I have to make a tremendous effort to not think too hard about the fact that Coil's soldiers could stumble on me etc, because the fear is still so great the thought is enough to make me want to whimper and curl into the fetal position.

By the time I've gathered up all the bombs and set myself in front of the door at the bottom, I'm down to paranoia. I can work with paranoia. It helps that I can't hear gunfire, screams, explosions, or the roar of flame and/or an angry dragon man, by now. Fighting's distant.

I never did find any evidence of a body. I wish I could remember whether Genesis' power leaves behind corpses or not. I think it doesn't, but I'm not sure. I'm twitchy at the idea of being jumped by an Aliens expy again. I'm even twitchier at the idea that I've somehow misread this and I'm in some even more horrifying version of the Wormverse than the canon one. Probably just a coincidence. Well. Not a coincidence, exactly. Probably Genesis just took inspiration from the Aleph Aliens movies. That's all. Makes sense for fighting in the dark, right? Right.

oh please oh god let it be so

The door has a glass window set into it, near the top. I peek through without the scanner providing light, first. I see nothing except total darkness. A good sign? I suspect Coil's troops have chemical lights, something my tinkertech not-EMP wouldn't touch. Maybe some of them have made good old-fashioned burning torches, though that would be a terrible idea in this kind of underground space.

I use the scanner to get some thin light on the other side, first ducking down so only the scanner is visible from the other side, my hand below the window.

I wait.

Nothing happens.

I very slowly, carefully move to peek through the window with the scanner. I can dimly see the hall on the other side. More importantly, I can't see any movement in the darkness, even after I've waited for what feels like an eternity. Suggestive.

It finally occurs to me the door might be locked or similar.

Fffff

I try the handle. It turns. Good. I pull. It opens.

Oh thank everything.

I duck through to the other side, pull out a black hole bomb, fiddle with my transmitter, twist the arming device, and set it down in front of the door and then quickly back away. Proximity detonation set. If somebody follows me, they're fucking dead. So. I can focus on what's in front of me.

What's in front of me being more darkness. I am so glad I've never been afraid of the dark. So damn glad.

How big is this place, that I haven't been able to hear the fighting for... fifteen-plus minutes?

Regardless, I explore carefully, slowly going from "paranoid because fear bomb" to "nervous because I really could die any moment". In the darkness, it's hard to make sense of most of the rooms, and I mostly don't even try. A number of them are empty, anyway, some of them clearly still under construction. I think Coil's base was under construction... pretty much all the way up to him abandoning it, actually? Hmm.

I'm surprised when I run across a man who appears to be a civilian, going by the screaming in terror, trying to hide behind a desk, and rapidly saying something that I think was in the vein of "ohgodnopleasedon'tkillme". Too fast for me to say for sure, though. I say "I'm only here for Coil and Dinah." while I keep the scanner light trained on him as best as I can.

The man shivers nervously (I briefly wonder if he got caught in the fear bomb's radius) and says "I don't know nothing about no Dinah. Coil's room is somewhere on the lowest floor, ma'am." I'm about to ask how many floors there are when I notice his eyes dart to somewhere above my right shoulder. I jerk around and swing the hand holding the scanner into some new ungodly horror, seriously, what the fuck, what is this thing, why would Genesis make this thing?

Whatever it's supposed to be, it -she- takes the punch like it's no big deal, as far as I can see, which isn't much and promptly punches me in the gut.

I gasp and drop to the ground, curling into a ball. Really, it hurt a little, but the armor took it well. My real motive is that I'm fingering my grenades, trying to find my hypothetical portal disrupting bomb. I know I hung it somewhere on my front, I gave it a distinctive shape... ah, there it is. The thing speaks in the voice of a teenage girl, all but confirming that it's Genesis, starts to ask me "Why are you attack-" and that's when the portal disrup-

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Again?

Exasperation.

Note: next generation model tweak. Disincline model to interfere with connections.

Edit now?



No, too disruptive.

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-tor... um.

Um?

What was I... oh right, Genesis. Scanner light up, shine it around, goddammit the civilian is gone too, not just Genesis. What the hell? She can't project two bodies, nor are her projections all that people-like, are they?

… fuck, they better not have decided that Noelle clones were an appropriate defense. That'd be criminally stupid. Is Noelle even here yet? I think she is?... we'll see. Hopefully the portal blocker works on her. Not sure if it can really work as a cure for her, it's not a long-term solution, but maybe I can tinker up a bracelet tuned to block her portal or something. Yeah, that could-

Whoa now, no, don't get distracted. Not in the middle of fucking Coil's base.

I close the door. I'm sick of this darkness, I'm a tinker, there's... stuff in this room. Yeah, I'm a bomb/trap/something specialist, but I've got to be able to produce a light source, at least as a jury-rig. I made the scanner as a jury-rig, it makes light. Hell, I think I see a desk lamp in here...

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I'm jerked out of my tinker fugue by the sound of the black hole bomb detonating. Fuck, I better not have been at this for an hour or something.

I have, in fact, made a... a thing. I think it's... some kind of portal-based light source? Or something? It looks kind of like a flashlight, anyway, except out the end is blue light. Not sure why it's blue. Light caught from a hotter star? I've also gotten halfway through making a... oh, yes, that's right, the pendant for Noelle. Thank god I didn't take apart the portal blocker. All I've got right now is a pendant with some circuitry crammed in -I can't quite recall where I found the pendant, but I tore open a shoddily made computer to get the circuitry- that has zero functionality, but hey, I can at least work on it later.

I open the door and listen. There's less screaming than I'm expecting. There's none, in fact. There's voices, one of them is tickling at my memory... nope, can't place it. Who would sound familiar to me?

… well, I already know Coil isn't Morgan Freeman here (He's creepily pale, for one), so that's not it.

This is bugging me. Also, now I'm wishing I'd made a night-vision thing of some sort. Why did I make a light source? Light sources are bad in the dark. Actually, can I turn this thing off? A quick check confirms I can, and also confirms I can turn it back on. I leave it off and bring the portal blocker/scanner in front of me. It detects four portals nearby. Awww shit, are the Travelers here for me? It would make sense for Genesis to lead them to me after failing to get me on her own, twice... but I thought Sundancer murdered one of their own?...

… fuck, I dunno.

I don't really want to fight the Travelers, honestly, and not just because they're all terrifyingly dangerous, powers-wise. It'd be nice to give them a somewhat better ending than canon. Not that anybody ended up maimed or dead aside from Trickster and Noelle, but -wait, I forgot about Cody. Perdition, I think was his cape name? (I never got that. Why Perdition?) Okay fine, only like half of them were fucked over, one of them primarily by virtue of being an irrational dick so I've never been able to find it in me to pretend to care. I can maybe still fix things for everyone other than Cody. Well. Not fix. Make better. Less bad.

Close enough.

But they're also so dangerous that getting caught by them unprepared is a pretty easy way to die, especially if they decide to take the brakes off. Which... they very well might. I'm Bakuda, supervillain extraordinaire, vanisher of an entire school for no reason and... whatever else people say about me. Though, even when they were helping against the ABB in canon Sundancer was reluctant to do much of anything... but Sundancer seemed like the most gentle-hearted of the bunch...

aaaaargh

I decide discretion is the better part of valor and try to sneak away. Thankfully, in spite of the lack of screaming (Genesis in front?), I get the impression they're not ready to move just yet. Three... no, four voices. Male, gruff. Older? Odd. Second male, similar age range, less stiff sounding. I think he might be cracking jokes? Nobody jokes on the Travelers, do they? Female, I've always been bad at parsing age in female voices, but not younger than late teens, definitely. Calm? Calm. Lastly, a voice so low I can't work out any details at all. Weak, oddly so, but nobody sounds concerned. Ongoing health problem?

Odd. The Travelers are teens. But the scanner read four portals, so it's not like it's Coil's men -oh. Oh, it could be Coil's men with the Travelers. That... shit.

I gotta get out of here.

A peek around the door shows there's lights back toward the door I trapped. I think one of them is a head-mounted flashlight of some kind, the way it's moving puts me in mind of that, but the others seems more like regular flashlights. There's a turn between me and them, but their focus doesn't seem to be on the turn, with a light or two flashing over it periodically. Makes me think they're just watching for trouble.

I decide to break out my portal-light and start sneaking off away from them. I don't need a fight, I don't really want to kill them, I don't know that I can successfully avoid it if it comes to a fight. What I want is Coil dead and Dinah free and Noelle preferably dealt with, one way or another.

The sneaking goes well, better than I'd expect given I'm not that used to the boots and the costume in general, but I wince a little every time one of the bombs clinks as they sway. Thankfully, whoever all that is seem to be making too much noise to overhear me, and I manage to turn another corner without incident.

I speed up a little, not enough to risk the grenades getting really noisy, but something a little below a normal walking speed. I need... a hiding place? No, a distraction. Something that looks like a hiding place, but I can trap it with a nonlethal grenade, while I'm off elsewhere, looking for Coil/Dinah/Lung. In reasonably short (tense) order, I've found a room filled with spaces a person could hide in. I spend two minutes, I estimate, on setting non-lethals (Pain, fear, fear, stickyfoam-ish, fear -I like fear, good and general) in multiple plausible hidey-holes. Then I leave the door conspicuously just barely open, like somebody was trying to hide without risking the noise that properly closing a door would make.

Then I continue on, looking for a stairwell or similar. Mostly I'm passing unused rooms, many clearly unfinished, others finished but unused. I wish the corridors turned more, branched more. They do, but not often. Corners between me and the people behind me is always good.

Then I'm fucking jumped again, something slamming down on me from above, fuck, I know better than that, look up, and my arms are pinned and my portal light goes spinning off out of my grasp making way too much noise and a couple of bombs roll away from my costume too and my bag was dropped and I'm being choked before I can scream

"Quiet." Teenaged girl's voice again, Genesis, definitely Genesis. I slam my head back into... something... something spongy. She grunts, but that's about it. Meanwhile, the choking has stopped, replaced by... vines? Vines or something covering my mouth. I try biting them, but I can't actually open my lips at all, the vines are sealing my mouth shut somehow. I stop for a second, mostly because I thought I heard something -yes, yes I heard something, the people behind me are louder and sound upset, I think I hear footsteps too.

… odd, just three pairs of feet, if I'm parsing this correctly.

Genesis, meanwhile, has apparently taken me trying to listen for trouble as compliance, because she starts muttering into my ear "What are you doing here? We haven't done anything to you." I... hadn't quite thought of it in those terms. Eh, cost of doing business. Obviously, I can't answer. I think it takes Genesis a second to realize that herself. She asks me "If I uncover your mouth, will you answer my question?" I nod. Not because I will, but because shaking my head is obviously a bad plan that will result in her knocking me unconscious or something equally unpleasant.

Whatever-the-hell it is that's covering my mouth retreats. I whisper "If those aren't your people coming, they're not my people either." There's a pause.

Genesis whispers "Could you repeat that louder?"

… wait, is this form hard of hearing? Is -is that why she's not reacting?

I say, a little louder, "There are people coming. They're not my people. Are they yours?"

Her grip loosens for a moment, and then suddenly I'm lifted into the air and we're moving. Goddamn, how big is this thing? It takes me a minute to parse that we're on the ceiling. Then everything goes completely dark, and I can feel viny crap slithering all over me.

Goddamn am I glad I'm not afraid of the dark or of being enclosed. Nooot thrilled with this but-

Voices.

"... here." Male, older. Still sounds familiar. Can't place it.

"Hey, those look like some of the bombs recovered from the Lung breakout." Different male voice, less older. Not familiar at all.

"Mm. Yes, I think those are Bakuda's. She's somewhere in the area. Remember: we're not trying to kill her, but if it's let her escape or kill her, escape is not acceptable." First voice again. Fuck, that's not good.

"Is that a tinkertech flashlight?" Second male voice, clearly disbelieving.

There's a hummm sound and then a female voice speaks up. "Definitely something like that. Any idea why it's blue, Armsmaster? Think it somehow ties into her specialty?" Wait, Armsmaster? Awww shit, the Protectorate is here? Dammit, no, no, the whole reason Lung pushed this was so they'd be occupied by the Empire jerks. We haven't been down here nearly long enough for that to be over, have we? Okay, so, the other male voice could be... Dauntless? Assault? Um, Triumph? Female voice can be Miss Militia or Battery, I think. Not that many female ENE Protectorate/Ward capes, in spite of canon saying that women outnumber men by a noticeable margin, capes-wise. Fuck, it better not be Dragon. Or some other outsider, though not many could get here fast enough, though maybe there's a speedster canon didn't specify who just never came up...

"Unlikely, but it is tinkertech. We don't have enough samples for me to say for sure, but it seems in line with the style of her grenades. She wouldn't have abandoned non-disposable tinkertech like this. She's either somewhere nearby or has already been taken down. Probably captured by whomever made this base." He sounds really pissed, in that controlled I-won't-say-I'm-pissed-but-I-am sort of way, when he says 'whomever'. I gather he's mad that something this extensive was going on right under his nose.

He continues on with "Assault, gather it up. We need to keep moving."

"Aye aye, capitan." I find myself imagining Assault making a silly salute. Then there's some noise, some rummaging and some clinking, and then Assault cries out "Hey! This bag is filled with grenades!"

Armsmaster says "Definitely captured. Take it too." More rummaging and then the footsteps continue on their way.

There is a long period of silence while I mull this over. Then Genesis is whispering into my ear again. "Bakuda? You're Bakuda?" I don't like the sound of that. That doesn't sound like someone in awe of my awesomeness. That sounds like someone who can't quite believe that that asshole dared to show their face in town after what they did. "What is wrong with you?! How did you even know we're here! Why are you attacking us!" At no point does her voice rise above a whisper. I'm starting to think this particular body can't do more than a whisper.

I answer honestly (still quietly) "I'm after Coil, and everybody else is kind of collateral. Except Noelle." She stills. "I'm kind of hoping to fix Noelle."

There's a very long period of silence where I'm trying to work out which bomb won't kill me but will free me, preferably without breaking my neck by being dropped from the ceiling, and how to get to them, and oh god I don't remember most of the ones still hooked on, most of them were kind of randomly chosen, shit this could be bad

"How?"

Oh. Oh! Well then.

"I can turn off her power. Permanently, I think. Miiight kill her, but I know you guys consider that better than her turning into an Endbringer."

There's another one of those long pauses. I really wish she had human body language for me to read, so this wasn't just suspense. I hate suspense. What's she thinking? Not a clue.

"... if this is a trick..."

I blink. Goddamn. I mean. Wow. I.

Awesome, maybe this Wormverse doesn't hate me.

I say, as genuinely as I can, "If it's a trick, I'm a fucking moron for wanting to be put in the same room as Noelle and probably one of my evil clones will kill us all. I hate being stupid."

Another pause.

"What do you need?" cautious. I think she's hopeful without wanting to sound hopeful. Without wanting to be hopeful? Regardless.

I answer with "Just my portal blocker, which I've got on me." I pat it to indicate it. No idea if that gets it across. Then I remember. "And maybe some more electronic parts for the more permanent solution?" No response.

I can feel myself swaying, suddenly. I can't hear her moving at all.

Awesome. I'm off to see the Noelle.

Better not fuck this up.
 
3.3
3.3

It is fucking weird being carried along inside of... whatever form Genesis is in right now, essentially completely silently, blind. My only indication of what's going on around me is sound, and intermittently at that. A couple of times I hear soldiers running on past, one time arguing with each other over which way is out of the base, the other time silent aside from the sounds of running. Later, I hear Lung, and probably Oni Lee, making trouble, somewhere distant. Lung... sounds large at this point. His voice is deep and carries well enough I can hear some of the words... but either they're Japanese or they're so mangled by his altered mouthparts I can't parse them.

Those sounds fade in turn, and I wonder again: just how big is this place?

The silence continues, and eventually I'm having to fight myself fidgeting, made even more difficult by the fact that my thoughts keep drifting back to the pendant for Noelle. I want to work on it, but I don't want to get lost in my thoughts now.

… or maybe now is the best time? Hm. I could salvage some of the essentials from... do I have another EMP bomb? Or was it in the bag?

I manage to angle for a little light from the scanner, and start looking at my bombs. No, no I don't have another EMP bomb. I do have an ice bomb and a stickyfoam bomb, just one each, which have what I need to finish the pendant between them. No tools though, to open up the bombs.

… I think I can macguyver up some stuff from parts of my costume, some of the less essential parts of the transmitter...





… to my surprise I am able to finish the pendant before we reach Noelle or anything else of interest can happen. Mechanically, anyway. I still need to tune it to Noelle's portal, which is going to involve interfacing it with the scanner. Well, not interfacing it exactly, but piggybacking off of it. Whatever.

Bored, I pocket the pendant and watch the scanner. Portals? Well, me, obviously, and Genesis too, but no others. For the moment.

Seriously, how big is this place?

Though I don't know how fast this form of Genesis' is...

I avoid sighing in boredom. Bad enough I was making noise while I was tinkering.





Ah, a portal.

"We're almost there." Genesis startles me out of my thoughts.

So, that's Noelle's portal?

I watch the scanner, wondering if I'm seeing... ah yes, Oliver. That guy. Or maybe Coil? But no, no other portals show up before the darkness around me recedes a little, replaced by... well, more darkness, but not darkness made of tentacle-y things. I aim the scanner's light around, and spot what looks like a vault door. It's huge and metal and round-looking, anyway.

"Do you need inside?" Genesis sounds really hopeful. I feel vaguely bad, for a moment, that she's trusting me. I have no fucking clue why she is. Desperation, I guess?

I somewhat absentmindedly respond "Nah, not for this part." She reminded me that I should be tuning the portal blocker, and getting the pendant matched to it. Trying to figure out how to get in is stupid right now. I start tuning.

Abruptly the world shakes and I drop the scanner. I scrabble for it while Genesis calls out in a hissing, cringing tone "No, Noelle, she's helping!" Fortunately, it didn't fall through any gaps or anything, but the world keeps rattling and there's roaring too, and I think I can hear a woman's voice, angry. Holy shit, what? What the hell, what provoked her?

Once I have the portal blocker in hand I lay down on my belly and return to tuning to Noelle's portal, ignoring Genesis' increasingly panicked (?), weird sounds, glad she's not attacking me for hurting Noelle. The tuning is hard with all this shaking and screaming and oh god there's a monster on the other side of that door focus

everything gets worse

focus focus tune tune

focus

focus

focus

FOCUS

and then there's a... squelching sound, I don't know how I heard that through the vault -I suddenly notice there's light coming from the vault door oh shit- tune tune tune

the squelching turns into something grosser-sounding, the roaring turns shrill, scared instead of angry, I keep tuning the portal ohmygod this is the longest thirty seconds of my life

there's a crash, a squishy crash, and now I'm mostly hearing a girl's voice, it's crying, crying about how it hurts it hurts, this is fucking creepy

tune the goddamn portal blocker

and

then

everything

is

silent.

I'm not quite done tuning the portal, but I keep at it, stubbornly ignoring the light from the vault. Done is done. Almost done is not done. I'm not going to be the moron who thinks the monster is dead and then gets killed by it.

I think Genesis is crying (Really hard to say, with that odd voice), but I ignore that too. Once it's tuned, I grab the pendant, put it against the... the sensy-bit on the scanner/blocker and push the only button on the inside of the pendant, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's tuned to Noelle now.

I cautiously look up.

Yeah, there's light shining through a hole in the vault door. It's a big hole, big enough to jump through if you were capable of jumping that high. I'm surprised there's lights, bright lights at that. Isn't the inside of Noelle's vault kept dark?... or, no, it was... there were lights kept low? I'm not sure. Regardless, I can see Genesis' form, and seeing it doesn't really make it any more comprehensible. It's dark green, anyway. I can't make out anything other than the vines and a shape that looks like more like a central body. Body language-wise, she sure looks sad, and I'm kind of surprised that such an inhuman body can emote in such a human way.

Then there's another girl's voice, confused. I can't make it out. I don't think Genesis heard it at all. I stand, shaky from the adrenaline. Fuck, why do people go on roller coasters? Adrenaline "high" my ass. When I get to Genesis I poke her while opening my mouth.

Next thing I know I'm bound up in vines, being squeezed.

Gratitude. I feel so appreciated.

"You killed her. You said you'd cure her." Goddammit Genesis, I told you I was hoping I'd cure her and it might kill her instead. I pull off something resembling a punch into the main body, and that loosens her grip (Including suckers, I guess?) enough for me to get my mouth uncovered and shout "Noelle!" I also try to point at the vault, but it's awkward because my arms aren't really free. Still, Genesis' grip slackens further, and I get the impression her attention is wavering. Something about the body language. I bite out "She's alive in the vault, she's calling for help goddammit, you're just too deaf to hear her!"

Just as abruptly I'm not covered in vines and am watching her weirdass form pulling itself into and through the hole. Christ, the thing's fast. What is this, Sveta-lite?

I rub at my throat briefly. She wasn't specifically choking me, but that was part of what was happening. Christ. Good thing I'm not doing this for the warm-fuzzies. This would be a major turn-off if I was.

After another minute the mass comes back out, strategically covering a blonde girl's lower body. She's covered in green goo that's turning into steam, it looks like to me. Well, her lower body that I can see is, particularly her feet. Squinting into the vault, I think I can see it steaming up. Not sure.

"Thank you so much."

I blink. Oh, right. Uh. Noelle's thankful. Right. Cool. I hold out the pendant and say "Keep this nearby or you'll revert, I think." Shit, doesn't tinkertech break down readily or something? Fuck. I'm gonna need to... hm. "You should try contacting Dragon later, see if you can get her to look at it, make a more long-term version." Better. Dragon reverse-engineers tinkertech, makes non-tinkertech.

Noelle nods, looking ridiculously grateful. I have a sudden, uncomfortable impression that she's turning this into a sexual attraction. Ew. Ew ew ew. Age difference and dubious... consent isn't the word, but holy fuck this is not the circumstances to start a relationship in, not the foundation to start one on. Fucking hell, please let me be wrong.

… I have been hit on and checked out by too many women to be liable to be wrong.

Fuck. Fuck.

Wait, being ABB might help here! She can't be a part of my gang!

please fucking god let this not become a thing

Genesis whispers out her own "Thank you. You can't possibly know how much this matters to us." I nod vaguely even though I actually kinda do know how much it matters to them. Kind of wish I'd already worked out how to get a portal to Aleph open. Though this didn't play out at all the way I was expecting it to play out, so I'm not so sure that's actually a mistake.

Okay. Now what? Noelle is dealt with.

… oh. I'm stupid.

"So where's Coil?" I get the impression that Genesis is sort of surprised. She points behind me with a pseudo-arm made of a bundle of tentacles. I still can't see any sensory organs on this body of hers. I turn around and point my portal blocker in that direction.

Nothi- wait.

I walk forward a bit, frowning. The hell am I looking at? There's a... what is that? Sensors are reading it as an unportal? What? How the hell is this even spitting that out at me, why would it be programmed to recognize such a thing (I MADE THIS THING WHAT THE HELL), what the hell is an unportal???

… what... what happens if I tune the portal blocker to... block the unportal?...

Feeling extremely dubious, I give it a shot. The time passes somewhat slowly, but this time because I'm fighting a distinct impression that Noelle is checking me out from behind, rather than because there's a monster Noelle trying to kill me.

… I think I preferred monster Noelle trying to kill me. I feel so fucking skeevy.

Unportal tuned to be blocked.

… nothing happens. No grand revelation occurs. Nothing explodes, sets on fire, or erupts into demons. Just my sensor assuring me the unportal is blocked. After a few seconds it stops registering an unportal to block.

I'm very confused. What?

… oh, right. Dinah. I want to rescue her too. Well, if Coil is supposed to be in that room, then Dinah should be past a door inside the room. Because Coil is a fucking creep. Unless being this early changes her position for some ungodly reason.

I start walking, but am interrupted by Noelle blurting out "Wait!"

Oh my fucking god no please no no no.

I call back "I'll be back in a minute." Which is true enough, but more importantly holy fuck Noelle stop being creepy.

The door is locked. I solve this with... lesse... ah, there we go, that's a... well, it's basically a regular explodey bomb. Whatever. Remote-arm it, walk off and get behind cover, detonate it. Walk back, door is blown off its hinges, awesome. Walk in. Room is... fairly blank. I note the computer in the center. Do I want to try to seize the stupid thing? Eeeeh. Nah. Protectorate can have it. Assuming Lung doesn't destroy it or something.

One (obvious) door. It opens easily... from this side, I assume. I open it all the way and

ohmygodsuddentinychild

Yeah, the Wormverse wants me to die of a heart attack.

… though Dinah would know how this works. Asshole. Or. Wait. Um. Would I have reacted worse if she'd done something else?

… oh wait, she's clinging to my leg. Huh. Okay, she's... yeah. Just glad to be free, I guess. No ulterior motives. Probably. Fuck, I hate precogs.

I scoop her up and my god is it a weird experience, because it's like she's been picked up by me, personally, a hundred times before, moving perfectly in synch with me. Fuck, Taylor, canon Taylor, you have nerves of steel. Dinah is creepy. Dinah is so goddamn creepy.

… is she manipulating me so I have too much heebie-jeebies to become tempted to keep her?

… I fucking hate precognition. I hate it so goddamn much, I-

"Thank you." she whispers, obviously heartfelt, and I'm suddenly reminded she's not an addict yet.

-I... fuck. If she's manipulating me, she's manipulating me, and there's not much point to trying to think it out. Just... moving on, don't think too hard about how creepily good she is at anticipating my motions to make this a smooth walk.

I head out and hope to everything there is that Noelle has stopped being creepy and/or that I misread her in the first place. Maybe Genesis has talked some sense in her. Or maybe Genesis is hero-worshiping me too. Uuuurgh. I'd also accept them having left.

They have not left. Great.

Weirded out at the lack of soldiers guarding Coil's office. No Coil, either. Actually-

"0.004% chance that you will find Coil in the next hour, if you search for him." Dinah mutters into my collarbone.

… damn. So, probably not in the base. Damn. Or maybe he's been killed by Lung already, but I seriously doubt it. I suppose he ran one timeline as "hide in the base" and this one as "hide in his suburban house" or something. Or maybe he "heroically" volunteered to... I dunno, run comms during this E88 thing, have an excuse to be at the Protectorate HQ.

Fuck. Primary mission is a bust.

… well, sort of. I've damaged his ties to the Travelers -actually. Aaaaaactually. I can do one better on that count. Not liable to make Noelle any less creepy, but I actually have pretty good odds of breaking into Aleph via... I dunno, a dimensional hole-punching bomb or something. Probably a bad idea to try right now, but if I convince Noelle that I can probably do so and am willing to try, well, Trickster will probably follow because Noelle and I suspect the other Travelers will go along even if the Grim Darkness of Wormverse has made them too bitter to actually believe me. So. Coil's base is unusable, his main cape muscle is partially severed and I can probably finish the job with a simple talk, and... you know, Coil might even be outed in his life as Thomas Calvert, depending on what kind of information is on the computers and what the Protectorate manages to extract.

Cool. I feel better now. Still need to kill the man, but ruining his operations is a pretty good consolation prize.

I make my way toward Noelle and Genesis with a bit more confidence, feeling a bit lighter. Things are looking up, just not as up I'd intended. Coil's power is most effective with an organization to leverage. Unlike, say, Lung, disconnecting him from his people hurts him.

So. Noelle again. "Who are you?" she asks, and she's still creeping me out with looks and tone. I note that all the goo has evaporated at this point. No steam left, either.

I answer with "ABB's exploding lady, Bakuda." I... think Genesis just cringed. Noelle stares blankly, I think. Backlit by the vault lighting it's hard to say, but that's my impression. I expand on it with "Here to blow up Coil-"

Noelle blurts out "But he's trying to get us back home!" Then she promptly looks horribly guilty. Huh. Well, that segues nicely into me saying

"Actually, I can probably pull that off, given time." Real casually. Like it's no big deal. Partly because I'm distracted, admittedly, but partly an intentional effect. I still have no idea where Lung and Oni Lee are, and now I'm getting concerned they had a run-in with the Protectorate. Noelle's gaping again, I think. Liiittle creepily. Genesis has gone very still, which is especially conspicuous because I don't think this particular body has ever been completely still. Too many separate tentacle/vine/whatever things.

Dinah interrupts by murmuring into my collarbone (Well, the equivalent point on my costume) "We need to go." Which, honestly, we do, but having a precog saying so suggests, you know, now. I keep walking right on past Noelle and Genesis, waving for them to come with, and adjust my hold on Dinah to use my portal blocker as a light source again. (Dinah, again, is moving perfectly in concert with me. It's still creepy. Convenient, but creepy)

Noelle follows, and Genesis asks, in that weird whispery voice, "What's with the girl?"

I say "She's a precog Coil kidnapped because her power is especially synergistic with his. He was planning on drugging her and may or may not have been a creepy pedophile about the whole thing." Dinah shivers a little in my arms, but doesn't comment. I'm walking ahead of Genesis and Noelle, so I can't see their faces (Not that I've identified a face in this body of Genesis' anyway), but I get the impression somehow that the following silence is one of horror. I'm only half paying attention, more focused on where I'm going, keeping the light on it.

When we get to a corridor split, I pause, unsure which way goes up. Genesis whispers "Right". So I turn right. I note that I'm starting to hear the sounds of violence again. Are Coil's men doing that good a job of holding out against a rage dragon and a cloneporting assassin with hax bombs?... or have the Protectorate folks intersected with them finally?

The next... however long... is basically more of the same. I hit a point of uncertainty, Genesis gives me directions. I ignore the corpses and battle damage we run across, when we run across such. It all looks like Lung and Oni Lee's work, to me. I'm mildly disturbed to catch a glimpse of what looks to me like damage to the walls from Lung's skin, well, scales, rubbing up against it in passing, at one point. I also try to ignore the rising and falling sounds of battle. Aaaand the way Noelle's breathiness doesn't sound to me like pure 'exercise is hard' tiredness. Ignoring the hell out of that.

Then we hit a corridor split, Genesis whispers left, but Dinah speaks up to say "Right." I don't even ask why. I'd believe a total corridor collapse, or really, just about anything.

Then we turn another corner and the fucking New Wave brigade is there, while Dinah whispers "Sorry." into my collarbone. I know it's them because they generate plenty of light all on their own with the shields. (Should've been paying attention, not just trusting Dinah to forewarn me, goddammit) I do note that I can't see Manpower. Dead? To my left, Genesis is putting her bits into the air, and I notice she seems to be trying to tug Noelle's arms up too, and I can barely hear her urgent whispering. Meanwhile, one of the adult women -the one on the ground, so I'm assuming Carol/uhhhh fuck I forget her cape name- calls out "Surrender or else!"

I note, somewhat absently, that they're dropping into combat-ready positions. They weren't actually ready to ambush me. It'd be dumb luck, except for fucking Dinah. Goddammit Dinah. Possibly goddammit hypothetical missed future me, if some future assholery on my part convinced Dinah to do this to me. Fuuucking precognition. Fuck it.

Then a grenade makes its way into the hand not clutching the scanner, the one around Dinah. I glance down, surprised, and Dinah still has her face in my collarbone and it abruptly occurs to me that New Wave's default response might be to bring her to the PRT. Coil. Fucking Coil. Carol calls out "Put the girl down and stand down, Oni Lady!"

I don't even think about it. I just perform an underhand toss of the grenade at Carol and scream out "THE NAME IS BAKUDA!" New Wave scatters, but that makes things worse. This was a kinetic exaggerator grenade. I wasn't even sure what I'd use it for in combat, but I liked the idea of it. It creates an area that multiplies kinetic energy/momentum/what-have-you. The result? Every member of New Wave goes shooting off in different directions at really high speed, much higher than they were anticipating. They all slam into walls before they can adjust, and I swear I can hear bones breaking. It doesn't look to me like any of them hit head-first, though.

I glance at Dinah, who nods very slightly, barely visible. I run at the field, soon to collapse, and make a little hop just before I enter it. (Running doesn't work right at all in the field, I suspect. Running is really about pushing yourself forward and up) I promptly zip to the other side of the field, keep going at good speed until I hit the ground, and end up rolling in as tight a ball as I can, clutching at Dinah and the scanner.

To my amazement, nothing hurts after the roll is done and I'm on my feet again.

I glance back, and note that Glory Girl is not down for the count, but her initial attempt to pursue me just half-buries her in a concrete wall. Reckless. I really need to do something about her, though. Somewhat absently I also catch a glimpse of Noelle looking stricken. I really hope that's because I'm her escape ticket out of Bet, and not because of creepy lustful hero worship.

I grab a grenade, arm it, toss it behind me, and then turn a corner. Not sure what kind of grenade it was, but I can hear Glory Girl's enraged shriek. Man, I don't remember her being this angry in canon. Whatever. I jog a bit, and then I notice Dinah tense up briefly and then suddenly I've hit the ground, having somehow managed to not bang up Dinah any, but the portal blocker fell away and I'm scrabbling to get it and I can feel intense heat, holy shit, it's like I'm back in Death Valley but worse, and I grab the portal blocker and glance backward while pulling myself to my feet and yeah, there's... I really hope that's Lung. They're covered in blue fire and have a snakey neck and freaky wings and are huge and in general look more or less like what the text description of ramped-up Lung gives, but I've never personally seen him like this so hell if I know. Glory Girl promptly slams into the head so hard it whips around 180 degrees and the neck audibly breaks, but after a second there's a sickening crack and the body gets moving again like nothing happened, head moving back into position.

Oh shit I've been pissing off these two constantly. What is wrong with me?

I keep running, and glancing back, and thankfully, Glory Girl has apparently decided that Lung is a higher priority target than me, but I also notice that through the wall Lung came crashing through three more people come in as well, one zipping in and hurling something larger than they are at Lung, one bouncing like a ping-pong ball, and one moving with the sure and steady body language of someone who considers the situation under control. I turn another corner before I can catch more of the fight.

So yeah, I think the Protectorate found Lung. And they're putting up an actual fight, I think? Maybe Lung is jobbing, I dunno.

"Bakuda." Oni Lee out of fucking nowhere! Naturally, Dinah doesn't react at all. I'm kind of starting to hate her. If that's intentional, she's doing a damn good job of it. Oni Lee continues, casually as he walks with me, and I notice he looks... even worse than when we first got in here, though he's at least not missing any more limbs. "Have you found Coil?"

I shake my head and say "I think he was never in the base to begin with." Which is not exactly my suspicion, but no human language was designed to talk about events involving simultaneous timelines. I add "But I think we've largely broken his power base. Did you know the Travelers were working for him?" Oni Lee shakes his head. I continue "Yeah, well, they were. Only because one of them had a problem and because the group has... uh, another problem, which he claimed to be able to fix. I fixed one of the problems, and I think I can fix the other."

Oni Lee cuts in with "Two of them are dead."

… well, I already knew one of them was, probably. Still. Anyway, whatever. I shrug (Goddammit Dinah, stop being creepy and adjusting yourself in preparation of my shrugs and stuff) and say "Whatever, my point is I've undercut their motivation to work with him, and they were probably one of his best assets. With the base wrecked, he's..." I trail off. Right, spies, PRT influence. "Well. He's still got agents in the gangs and the PRT, but his ability to exert direct force is way down."

Oni Lee nods and says "This is good." A pause. "Lung has declared that we are to leave, if Coil is not present, and wait for further orders at your workshop." Excellent. Just need to figure out how to drop off Dinah... oh, this is easy.

"Can we drop the kid off with her parents first?" I ask, like it's no big thing, just a minor request.

Oni Lee's attention turns to her, and even though I can't see him frowning per se -his mask has no damage, though it's stained with blood and ash- but I get the impression, from his body language, that if I could see his face he'd be frowning. He asks, somewhat more flatly than usual "Who is the girl?"

I do my best to come across righteously angry. I... kinda doubt I succeed... but anyway I say "Coil was a pedophile." with as much heat in my voice as I can muster.

After a few more steps I notice that Oni Lee isn't walking beside me. I look back, and he's just standing there. After a second he's abruptly beside me, and the one behind me collapses. He speaks, and this is the first time I've heard real emotion in his voice.

Anger, tightly controlled.

"Child." A pause. "You have Oni Lee's word, on his honor, that Coil shall die, and his death will be agony."

Okay, that's a much stronger response than I was expecting.

Dinah just nods vaguely into my chest and says, quietly "I know."
 
3.4
3.4

Well, that'd be a lot more reassuring if I didn't already know that Coil's power counteracts Dinah's. Still, barring Coil's power or some other interference, I guess Coil's kind of fucked right now.

Excellent.

We should be nearly to the surface at this point, I think. This place can't be that big.

I'm amazed at how much underground space Coil has to himself as-is, honestly...

Regardless: Oni Lee is on board with plan: Bring Dinah Home and plan: Kill Coil. Now we just need to get out of here and, you know, do those. In fact, I think I might recognize this part? This looks kind of like the area near where I boobytrapped... well, two places, really, but as far as I know only one actually got triggered. By the Protectorate, apparently. Huh. Wonder who died?

A bit of fast walking later, we do indeed pass through the place where I set a black hole bomb trap and climb up the stairs, and from there we're back in the first, main corridor, with a straight shot to the exit. Awesome.

Unfortunately, as we're approaching the base's entrance I'm hearing voices and other sounds echoing down the corridor. A lot of sounds, really, clinking and clanking and rattling and... hissing? What is that? Only three voices that I can tell, though. One joking? Male, anyway. Pretty sure. One low and serious, probably female, though it's hard to tell when it's that low. One loud enough I can sometimes make out individual words, like "guard" and "rear" and "form". Sounds like a woman, I think? Hard to say, their voice is... muffled? Distorted? Odd.

I pull up to a stop with Oni Lee when I can see lights dancing around ahead. Flashlights, but also it looks to me like a couple of floodlights are being adjusted for maximum coverage.

I think the PRT is here.

Dammit. That's the only entrance I'm actually awar-

I turn to Oni Lee and quietly ask him "Did you or Lung see another exit?"

He nods sharply, and says back even more quietly "Yes, an exit into a building above." I ask him if he can find his way back to it, and he affirms that yes, he remembers the route, even in this darkness. I wave him on and follow behind him. I notice Dinah pulling herself tighter against me, though she makes no sound.

It doesn't take me long to guess why: we start passing corpses. I'm a bit better prepared for them this time, psychologically, though the smell is still awful, burnt flesh and drying blood and I'm pretty sure I'm smelling emptied bowels because, you know, corpses don't hold it in. I do my best to hold off on puking until I feel like the PRT troops won't hear me vomit.

Naturally, Dinah moves smoothly with me setting her down when I head to puke. Slightly less naturally, she pukes at the same time as me. I tense up in anticipation of her wiping her mouth on her sleeve, I loathe it when people wipe bodily fluids on their sleeves, but she doesn't, and now I have no idea if she anticipated some kind of explosion from me or she just never intended to do that in the first place. Uuugh. Precogs. Ugh. Oni Lee just watches us impassively, as far as I can tell, though with how dark things are it's entirely possible I missed him doing something ridiculous. Or non-ridiculous. Whatever. He doesn't comment, in any event, just waits for us to continue. I consider wiping my mouth on one of the dead guy's sleeves and then decide that's a dumb idea. My lips don't even have that much vomit on them.

We continue through the charnel house that used to be Coil's base afterward, me carrying Dinah again. (She's still creepily in tune with me) Oni Lee pauses a couple of times, both times in especially wrecked parts of the base, but otherwise strides with confidence, even though my portal blocker provides little light.

Eventually we're facing... well, rubble. Oni Lee nods sharply and says "Here."

Abruptly I'm being held by one arm and what little I can see changes, uh, three, four times? In any event I hear a black hole bomb triggering. Oni Lee releases me after the noise dies down, and we jog back to the area. The rubble's gone, though the door behind it is mostly intact. I'm disappointed when I realize that there's a crack in the door, but no light. Oni Lee grabs me again and we cloneport to the other side.

To my surprise, we don't seem to be in the bank. I'd... sort of assumed we would come out into the bank, but no. I'm not sure what we're in, other than it being a basement. I guess Coil's base sprawls under more than one building? The place was rather huge, underground.

There actually is some light in here, coming in from little basement windows. Enough that we're not fumbling around half-blind in the darkness. The door up turns out to be locked, but that doesn't delay us for any meaningful period of time -cloneport bombs away, move along.

We exit up into a jewelry store, lights out.

I'm starting to think I underestimated the effect the EMP bomb would have on the power grid.

Regardless, to my pleasant surprise there's nobody here, and there's a sheet of paper on the glass door. When we get there and check it, I see it says

registers down
closed for the day
apologies
-mngment

which explains the emptiness.

Oni Lee promptly cloneports us outside, whereupon civilians recoil from us. I ignore them, and ask Dinah for her home address. She rattles it off promptly, in full, easily. It doesn't mean anything to me, but Oni Lee clearly recognizes the address, and comments "Somewhat out of the way, but acceptably so." I can't decide if I'm impressed that Dinah remembers her address or suspicious that it's somehow a trick based on her precognition. I can't quite imagine how that would work... and I do know most people remember their own addresses just fine...

Whatever.

Cue cloneport montage.

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To my surprise, we pass by ongoing E88 rampages. Purity seems to have dropped out of the fight, at least (She was by far the most visible of the bunch, so I'm fairly confident that not seeing=her not participating anymore), but I have no idea whether she's had her kids returned to her and left willingly, or if she got taken out by opposition.

So, now we're in front of (presumably) Dinah's home, while civilians are freaking out. I'm pretty sure I see people trying to call the PRT and/or police without looking like they're doing it. Whatever, we won't be here long.

I tell Oni Lee to keep a watch out for trouble while I handle this. He nods and starts rotating in place, presumably scanning for capes.

One doorbell later, I've got a woman gaping at me. I hold Dinah out to her. Dinah sort of gazes vaguely downward, hanging limply from my grasp, for once not being creepily cooperative. I catch myself frowning, and then decide it doesn't matter because only my eyes are visible through the mask anyway, so it's fine if I keep frowning at Dinah being creepy and annoying. The woman glances at Dinah, starts to look back at me, double-takes, and promptly crushes Dinah into her grip while blubbering. I catch "my baby!" and that's about it. Good, excellent, this should be her actual mother. Or maybe a nanny, for all I know, but in any event Dinah hasn't led me into dropping her off someplace not-her-home. Probably.

I promptly turn around and head back to Oni Lee, mission accomplished. The woman calls out, somewhat hesitantly "How can I ever repay you-" she cuts off for a second, and I'm frowning again, facing away from her and then she continues "-Bakuda?"

I relax and call back "It'd be nice if people know that's my name, and not-" my face twists involuntarily and I can't keep the anger out of my voice "-Oni Lady."

No response. That's fine. Again: mission accomplished.

I walk up to Oni Lee and say "I'm pretty confident that's her home, so we're good. Let's go." He nods sharply, as usual, and then it's time for another cloneport montage.

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Arriving at my workshop feels disorienting. We're done with the fighting? Really? Just like that? I was expecting... I dunno, one of the Empire goons to intercept us on the way back, or something.

Coil's still not dead, but Dinah's home and I'm... well, frankly now that the adrenaline is leveling off, I'm tired. I don't think I can sleep just yet, still too keyed up, but once we're done cloneporting (Hope to everything that doesn't affect passengers...) I sit right down. Oni Lee wanders off somewhere else without commentary.

After a couple of minutes I hear the shower start up. I infer Oni Lee wants to clean up. Fair enough.

I consider turning on the TV. A glance around proves the remote is not within arm's reach.

…. yeah, too tired to go looking for it.

After another minute, it occurs to me I really ought to get out of costume. I settle for taking the mask off, for the moment. I lay down and close my eyes, but it quickly becomes obvious sleep won't come to me. I'm too keyed up. It used to take me hours to dial down from a non-violent confrontation, and here I just spent... an hour? Two hours? I dunno, but it involved people trying to kill me. Well, mostly it involved people trying to capture me, but killing me was absolutely on the table if they didn't think capturing me was feasible. The "rescue Lung" operation involved a lot more pain, but a lot less stress.

I also wouldn't bet on Glory Girl taking care to not accidentally (Or "accidentally") kill me.

After a few more minutes of just listening to the shower running, I reach the point where restlessness wins out over tiredness. I change out of my costume, find the remote, and ultimately flip channels to cartoons. Really, I ought to be checking the news, see what they're saying about everything, but I'm tired. Besides, I can probably look everything up in the morning online. Heck, I haven't even checked on Parahumans Online. (Always found it strange that there was one definitive Parahumans site... hm, should look into that, see if it's just one that Taylor knew or cared about or actually just the one)

Cartoon Dragon is in the middle of explaining pure bullshit presented as tinkertechnobabble -good to know Trek Tech Speak is still in full force on Earth Bet- when the shower cuts off. Which... I'd like a shower myself.

Eh, the cartoon isn't bad, pure bullshit aside. I can wait.

Oni Lee, quite conveniently, doesn't actually leave the shower until the cartoon is winding down anyway. Nice. When I turn to look at him, I'm surprised to see he clearly went through the effort of handwashing pretty much everything. The mask, in particular, is spotless.

I become impressed when I'm reminded he only has one hand now by seeing the (Shoddy) job he's done on re-bandaging his stump. I find myself wondering where he got the bandages from. Are there bandages somewhere in the workshop, and I just haven't noticed? Or maybe Oni Lee is just crazy-prepared and has a roll on him. Or he has a roll on him right now because he's got a stump right now, whatever.

You know, Oni Lee is pretty fucking badass for going into combat with a stump that I don't think has actually completely stopped bleeding. Or he's nuts. Nuts works too. Loyal and nuts is probably most accurate.

I wave at him, haul myself to my feet awkwardly, and head off to take a shower myself.

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30 minutes and a lot of hot water later, I'm out and dressed, more-or-less dry (Except my hair, and I'm tempted to hack it even shorter, annoyed at how long it's taking to dry), and... Lung still isn't here. Oni Lee is standing in one corner, sharpening his knives.

… I'm starting to get concerned Lung got himself captured again. Or killed. That's a possibility, however unlikely. Oh god, are Oni Lee and I going to have to go back to Coil's base to rescue him? I really don't wanna. I really want to kill Calvert. I'd also be perfectly happy to have Lung just sort of die off, leaving presumably-me head of the ABB. Especially since nobody would blame me under these conditions. Well, Oni Lee wouldn't, and he's the only one I'm really concerned about.

… I just remembered that the Protectorate stole a bunch of my bombs. I had some really good ones in there, too, including a couple of time stop ones.

Shit, where's my transmitter?

It is, of course, exactly where I left it: with my costume, in the bathroom. This takes me entirely too long to determine, as I keep thinking it's got to be somewhere in the workshop/living room/kitchen space part of the building.

I set a universal signal to deny arming on all of the bombs. I'm... not sure if my transmitter has enough range-

what's that


I snatch up the portal blocker. There's an unportal again. The hell? This time, it's moving, out... yeah, I think out on the street. A quick poke of my head up to one of the windows shows... nothing beyond the usual civilian traffic. I eye the portal blocker's display and the flow of civilians for a couple of minutes, and there's no match. As in, the unportal stops moving somewhere about there, and nobody in that spot is holding still. Or it's moving by that cafe, and everybody is sitting down except the waitress but she's not moving where it's moving.

No, seriously, the fuck am I looking at here?

Hm. Maybe... maybe an unportal is how my sensor reads... clairvoyance? Cross-dimensional vision? No, no that doesn't make sense. That should just be a regular portal, or something else entirely, like reading the boundaries of the dimension to avoid being detected by sensors inside the dimension, which would be completely invisible to the scanner.

Then it starts making a beeline toward this building. I don't like that. I don't know what it is, fuck this shit, I'm blocking it again.

I notice, this time, that once the unportal is blocked, it stops moving. The previous one wasn't moving in the first place, so the failure to move when blocked wasn't interesting. Here? It jerks to a stop when I've tuned into it. Then, just like the last time, it vanishes outright after having just sat there for a bit.

Once again, nothing particularly interesting happens. Odd. Very odd.

I wander over to Oni Lee (Still sharpening knives, which is an impressive feat of coordination with just the one hand, damn man, kudos) and set the portal blocker in front of him and say "If it reports an unportal, not just a regular portal, shout for me. I want to know the instant it does." Oni Lee grunts, which I take as an affirmative. I head off to retrieve the laptop, feeling more awake -tired, but more awake- than before the unportal registered.

I've barely gotten the internet booted up when Oni Lee calls out. Once again, the unportal is skulking near our base, but this time it spends less time wandering before it makes a beeline toward us. I retune, vaguely annoyed that each unportal is a separate frequency. It stops, it vanishes after a delay. I notice the delay is shorter this time. I'm not sure how much shorter, but it's definitely shorter. Odd. So it's not simply a failure of the unportal caused by being blocked for a set period of time. That... does not imply, but suggests that it's not a pure physical process at work.

Yeah, this is almost certainly something to do with a cape.

I can't think of the guy's name, but I vaguely recall Accord has a dude with an "imaginary friend" he can trade places with. Not sure Accord would have the guy this early in canon -he seems to go through capes like tissue paper- and anyway I'm almost certain that would just be a portal or two or three. Not... whatever an unportal is. Still. I wonder.

Okay, I've basically confirmed a bunch of people it can't be -it's not Assault, Battery, Armsmaster, Lung, Oni Lee, any of New Wave except maybe Panacea and ha, I doubt that one, and of course it's not me, Bakuda. It's also not Genesis, Noelle... probably not the other Travelers, but I didn't see them and the unportal was in Coil's offic-





wait a second

Is... is the unportal the other Coil? I-is that wha-

There it is again. It's going at a run, it looks like to me, straight at us. I tune the blocker to kill it. This time it actually keeps moving briefly after I've tuned it, but it cuts out almost immediately after it's blocked.

… I think Coil is getting frustrated, if this is Coil.

Shit, if that's Coil, he's trying to confirm the workshop's location.

Shit. Now we need to kill him, before he brings a PRT team down on our heads.

I'm suddenly wide awake, adrenaline pumping again. "Oni Lee." He looks up at me, but doesn't stop sharpening his current knife. "Change of plans: we go kill Calvert now." It looks to me like Oni Lee is frowning, under his mask. I gesture vaguely with the hand holding the portal blocker. "I'm pretty sure he's using his power to try to scout us out. If we let him, he'll bring PRT forces down on us and compromise the security of this location permanently." Oni Lee quite literally sits up and takes notice. He still doesn't respond verbally, but he does start organizing his knives.

… dammit, I need to get back in costume. sigh

I head off to do so, keeping the portal blocker in hand. I also grab the transmitter and set a short-range signal for allowing the arming of bombs. Don't want to accidentally have Oni Lee unable to use bombs when we're going into a fight with Coil.

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In the time it took me to gear up again (ew, grody costume) there were five more unportals. The last two came from different directions as all the prior ones, as well as from each other. I find myself wondering what Coil is experiencing. I suspect he's losing either control or awareness of the other Coil and then "collapsing the timeline" when it doesn't come back, based on what I'm seeing, but honestly I have no idea. I don't even see why his power would produce an unportal. I still have no idea why the scanner would register anything as an unportal!

Lung still hasn't shown up or contacted us. I'm getting worried... and hopeful.

I grab what stocks I've got lying around that Lung failed to scoop up -including a few he apparently knocked off the tables and didn't bother to pick up- and clip them to my costume. There's not enough left to need more than the hook points on the costume, unfortunately. Or fortunately, from a different angle, but I don't like having this little ammunition. Then I head over to Oni Lee, still keeping an eye on the portal blocker's display. Oni Lee is still sharpening knives, looking completely relaxed in spite of missing most of an arm. Annoyed -I'm physically tired and only going because this is an urgent threat- I say, with some sarcasm, "What, you don't need to sleep?"

Oni Lee nods and says, in his usual flat way, "Not for years." without ceasing his work.

… that pulls me to a stop, gaping. If he were anyone else, I'd assume it was a joke, sarcasm in kind to sarcasm. I... you know, this explains a lot, actually. That... we never did see enough of Oni Lee in canon. I'd just sort of assumed he was normal, cloneporting and psychological modification aside. I... really should've asked him if there were any interesting wrinkles to his power. Oh god, now if Lung dies it's going to drive me nuts for ages wondering if he has any other quirks canon never covered.

I'm distracted momentarily by the scanner reporting another unportal and the resulting need to retune the blocker appropriately. This one was actually in the air above us. That concerns me. A helicopter? Got a cape to carry him? Why does he seem to be coming personally in these alternate timelines? Ugh, I dunno. Whatever, doesn't matter. We need to go attack him, now.

I think, for a moment, about whether we should mobilize some ABB thugs, and then decide I'd prefer plausible deniability. Oni Lee and I can sort of... not mention our adventure, maybe, if Lung asks, if it's just the two of us. If we bring in a bunch of thugs, not so much. For that matter, he might be more willing to pretend to not notice if it's just the two of us, not wasting other ABB resources, just our personal selves. That's a thing people do in organizations.

Oni Lee and I briefly discuss what we're doing -I think Calvert/Coil is in the PRT HQ, and I suspect he's currently trying to convince them to send people after us, so far unsuccessfully. (Retune, block an approaching unportal, this time... underground? Buh?) We talk about how to handle this -Oni Lee brings up the idea of vaporizing a good chunk of the building, which I veto as "we don't need that much heat on us" though I infer with mixed feelings that he does still have the neutronifying bomb- and work out some contingency plans. I also go over our (depressingly limited) pool of bombs, and pass a couple over to Oni Lee. (And then block another unportal)

Then we head out.

So. Time for Operation Fucking Kill Coil: Round 3.

Hopefully third time's the charm applies here. I am so tired of Coil.

So, so tired of him.
 
3.x
Well, this took entirely too long. The rest of this arc shouldn't take nearly as long, though I make no promises about the next.

This Interlude ended up being a bit more non-sequitur-y than I'd first intended, but I'm somewhere between okay with it and tired of wrestling with the Interlude.

3.x

Vista

Being given sole responsibility for bringing in Rune was... not what Vista had wanted, not exactly. It was true that, in prior encounters, Vista had proven consistently able to hold her own against E88's telekinetic. It was also true that this was the first time Vista had been allowed to handle a cape solo -even Uber and Leet she wasn't allowed to engage without support- in spite of her experience and skill. It was nice to be trusted to take care of herself for once -never mind she had more practical experience than literally anybody else on the team, she was still Team Baby, as Shadow Stalker had so eloquently (Hurtfully) put it.

Being given that trust because Rune was considered to be one of the least problematic of the unmasked E88 capes was not the way she'd wanted this to happen.

Still, she was a professional, if nothing else, and had taken to her task without complaint. The situation was serious, and had been so before the ABB capes had added to the flagrant havoc. No need to add team drama to the situation.

… especially since Piggot would probably have punished her by assigning her Console instead if she'd complained.

It helped that Rune was one of those people who found Vista's power especially disorienting. Avoiding being hit by Rune was easy, distorting the space so Rune's ammunition misses completely. Not even that difficult to ensure no civilians are hit. The difficult part was getting a hit in on Rune -without risking killing her.

Vista had long suspected Rune's real reason for sitting atop one of her controlled objects in battle was to make the Protectorate's job harder. Any attack on her risked sending her plummeting for twenty feet or more, possibly breaking her neck on impact. Aegis, Assault, and New Wave's flying members were the only local heroes who could both readily reach her in the air and catch her if she fell before she'd gotten enough momentum it would still break something, and it was completely unacceptable to kill a teenage girl, villain or no, dangerous or no... even in combat.

Unfortunately, Aegis had been called away to support a Protectorate attempt to recapture Lung, and hopefully also his cronies. New Wave had been contacted, but they'd considered Bakuda a higher priority than Rune. Rune wasn't a multiple homocide, hadn't ruined people's minds, and wasn't feared to be able to vaporize the city given time. Vista wasn't sure, but she thought she'd caught a remark in the backdrop about "See how the villains like it." It bothered her a little, left her wondering if New Wave was behind the Empire being outed. It seemed disturbingly plausible, given the civilian resources Brandish alone could bring to bear in her role as Carol Dallon, (in)famous lawyer. It had also been dismissed out of hand by Piggot.

It hadn't helped that Clockblocker was the only one who had said anything in support of Vista's concern. She wasn't even sure whether he had been making a joke or not, herself, and in any event everyone else had rolled their eyes at Clockblocker, clearly assuming he was, if not joking, then certainly not being serious.

Honestly, the fact that there wasn't even a PRT squad assigned to support Vista was... well, it meant she was doing this all on her own, but the whole point of assigning Vista to Rune was that Rune was considered the least threatening of the E88 members. Well, except for Alabaster, but he was currently being ignored outright by the PRT -the police had been contacted and had grudgingly accepted the responsibility of taking in Alabaster. A parahuman whose only trait was being difficult to kill or even meaningfully hurt wasn't a high priority target.

… the point being: if Vista took down Rune on her own, it would just be "Yep, Rune isn't that hard". If she failed, it would also reinforce her "Team Baby" position.

It was aggravating enough Vista was tempted to break assignment and go take on one of the others. Cricket, maybe.

But no, Vista considered herself a professional. It was frustrating in the here and now, but once she graduated to being a Protectorate member herself, her professionalism as far back as her preteen years would hold her in good stead. Being seen as a loose cannon was not what Vista wanted in her future, not if it was anything like how Shadow Stalker was treated, and Shadow Stalker was getting off light because she was still a minor. Not that Vista wasn't a minor herself, but she was planning for the future here.

Still.

Vista did put just a little less effort than she might've into ensuring that Rune didn't get seriously hurt.

Just a little.

… okay, a lot less.

She had made sure Rune landed on her feet, and not her head. Panacea would heal her afterward. (Or, if she got away, the Empire had Othala) So, good enough. It's not like Rune would've given Vista the same level of consideration, and anyway a broken leg was something people could heal from without parahuman assistance. No long-term harm, really.

So, close enough.

Unfortunately, waiting for a PRT truck to show up and take Rune away was looking likely to take a while, between the roads being unreliable in this rampage and other, higher priority villains being carted away after their defeat. Not enough trucks to go around.

Which meant dealing with the civilians.

Once they got over their fear that Rune would leap back to her feet, anyway. Then they poured in and congratulated Vista. Always in vaguely condescending terms, of course: impressive for a hero her age to take on a teen, never mind that Rune had been a villain for far less time than Vista had been a Ward. It soured the experience a bit. Never seen Shadow Stalker get treated this way, anybody not too intimidated by her and impressed by her gushed with no qualifications about her "badassery".

Sometimes Vista was tempted to take a page from Stalker's playbook, even though she was a bitch. Maybe being a bitch was what got respect, real respect.

But no, eye to the future. Spotless record on years of service vs being a known problem child.

Ugh, normally interacting with the public was enjoyable, or at least tolerable, but tonight, when real problems were doing real damage to the city, being given fake praise for doing something as unimportant as dealing with a teen Nazi was just... ugh. Vista could be off doing something important, not dealing with... this.

I wonder if this is what it feels like to be Armsmaster.

Odd thought, but it helped a little. Armsmaster obviously hated dealing with the public beyond the minimum necessary, but he never showed it. (Bar that one reporter who didn't know when to butt out, anyway) If Armsmaster could keep a smile on his face (Whatever the exact contents of his thoughts), then so could Vista. Instead of screaming at these people to shut the hell up.

Not supposed to swear, bad role model for kids her age and younger. Not supposed to even know people swear, but villains like Skidmark aren't known for holding themselves to the standards of polite society. For that matter, Skidmark wasn't known for holding himself to the standards of impolite society. Villains considered him scum.

It was always interesting listening in on villain trash talk.

Finally, after 45 minutes, a PRT truck showed up. Rune was loaded aboard, and Vista caught a ride with them. Might as well.

The PRT troopers were better than most people about treating Vista with respect, thankfully. She could even crack off-color jokes with them sometimes. Not too often, or they got concerned they were being a "bad influence" on her and would stop talking to her for a week or so, but sometimes. They knew what it was like to be going up against someone bigger and stronger than you with tools not well-suited to the situation. They could respect that she was, in a word, badass.

Even being called "adorable" by them didn't sting like it did when other people said it. You can be cute and viciously effective in the PRT. Just ask Sergeant Cutter. ("Jus' call me Sarge") Shortest ENE PRT Sergeant and "cute as a button" out of her armor, and the one Sergeant nobody liked going up against in unarmed combat training. Vista had never asked if Cutter had prior martial arts training or not -somehow it seemed rude to ask- but was inclined to suspect no would be the answer. That seemed even more frightening than if the answer were yes.

So being called "adorable" by the troopers was... gratifying in a way Vista imagined other preteen girls would feel if called that by total strangers. Maybe Missy had even liked being called that by anyone, once upon a time. She couldn't really remember ever liking it... but still. Maybe.

Vista was brought out of her ruminating. The troopers were agitated, and what Vista was overhearing was something about the team pursuing Lung finding...

… Vista frowned...

… an underground fortress? Really?

Vista's blood ran cold when she heard one trooper mention Aegis suffering a serious injury, which was why Armsmaster was calling in. He was requesting Panacea's assistance, if she could be spared, as Aegis was injured "to an unprecedented extent". She had to fight a sudden urge to call up whoever was manning the console right now and chew them out -they were quite conspicuously not mentioning this in their chatter at the Wards. If Vista hadn't caught a ride with the truck, she wouldn't have heard about this... what, until after it was all over?

Vista stood up abruptly in the truck and, in a tone that brooked no argument (Courtesy of Miss Militia) told Charlie to open the door. He glanced at the squad leader, but Vista couldn't see them to see the response and didn't want to turn to look. Whatever he saw, he responded by opening the door just enough for Vista to step out.

A hop and a twisting of space later, Vista had painlessly bled off most of her momentum, the remainder transitioned smoothly into a run. Now she did call console -to direct her to Krieg's position. She wanted something to punch. Repeatedly.

He would do.

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Something odd happened partway through her attempted beatdown of Krieg, which admittedly hadn't been going very well. A cape showed up partway through and helped... and it was not a Ward or Protectorate hero or Glory Girl. (Or anybody else in New Wave, but it was mostly Victoria who did that kind of thing)

It was the bug-girl, burying Krieg in so many bugs the only reason Vista knew where he was were the screams.

Vista twisted space to give her a fast escape if things went south. The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend. Sometimes they're just another enemy. She was willing to give Skitter the benefit of the doubt for the moment -she had helped Vista, even if Vista hadn't really wanted help. The fact that Skitter stepped out in the open and... well. Her body language was awkward as hell. (excuse me, 'as heck') Vista was reminded of...



… weirdly, once she placed it, it reminded her of a boy who'd tried to ask her out. To ask out Missy, actually. Weird experience, and when she'd declined he'd slumped a little, but seemed unsurprised. Skitter was looking like that, but with less fidgeting.

Well. That was a creepy thought.

Vista waved vaguely, unsure what to say, especially since Krieg's screams showed no signs of stopping. She should be... grateful? Presumably? But not supposed to "fraternize" with villains, either. Fine line.

Skitter waved back after an odd delay. Then she held... weirdly still. Vista glanced around surreptitiously, half-expecting one of Skitter's teammates to try to grab her or something. After way too long, Skitter started talking.

Well. Rambling, really.

"I, uh, I'd originally planned to talk to Armsmaster, but he's, well, he's a di-" a pause, annoying Vista. Yes I know the word 'dick'. Skitter coughed slightly and continued talking. "A huge jerk, that's what he is and, um, then I thought I'd talk to Miss Militia but, um." Another awkward cough. "I... kind of heard about, um. That. So, uh, then I thought... well, you're the most experienced Ward, and I figure experience counts for something, you know?"

This still sounds like she wants a date.

"I... no, you know, this, um. Never mind, forget I said anything. Just... here's Krieg giftwrapped for you, um, maybe make it sound like you interrupted me fighting him? I. Um." Another awkward pause. Vista still didn't know what to say. She felt go away already you fucking creep was not ideal, however sincere it might be. She nodded vaguely instead, in hopes that agreeing would get rid of Skitter.

Thankfully did Skitter back away, her bugs retreating with her. Krieg was... tied up by, presumably, spider webbing.

Vista shook her head slightly, not really wanting to give any more though to... this, whatever it was.

At least she was no longer worried about Aegis and frustrated about the babying. She was too busy being creeped out by Skitter. This was... an improvement? Maybe?

Vista called up Console to get a truck sent for Krieg. He'd stopped screaming, but the agonized moans weren't really an improvement...
 
3.y
One more short Interlude before we get to the last update of the arc.

3.y

Noelle

It's so weird to feel in control again. Not that I'd felt in control before -before. Not... really. So... less out of control, really.

Not a monster now. Don't want to eat people... or raw meat. Thank God.

Toes. I have toes again. It's so trivial, but it's easier to focus on it than on... now, here.

Dragon.

Talking to me.

Asking me questions.

She talked to everyone else, first. Everyone that's been found, of the Travelers. We still haven't heard from Marissa, which is... I want to feel worried? But I'm not? It's sad, but... I'm just so glad to not be a monster anymore, everything else feels pale, unimportant. I hope I'll grieve in a few days, if she is dead. I hope she's not dead. That would be better.

Krouse is... I don't want to think about it. He's been so hard since we came... here... and I feel responsible even though it wasn't anything I chose, or even really anything I did. He seems... lost, now. When I told him Bakuda fixed me, I thought he'd be... maybe not thrilled. Happy? Relieved?

He got quiet, instead. Silent until Dragon called him in for his... interview? Interrogation? Debriefing? Dragon promised us that we're safe now, but there's a part of me that's just sure that it's not really real, that the Simurgh is playing an ugly joke on us.

Happy thoughts.

I'm answering Dragon's questions as best I can, and thankfully she's being... understanding? Patient. She actually asked me if I needed a break, when I was partway through describing my... "symptoms". I didn't take the offer. I wanted to be done with it, put this behind me for good. One last push, and... well. We might still never go back home, but... at least I'll never be a monster again. Never hurt my friends like that.

… not that I'm sure we're still friends. I hope we are, but... I've been out of the loop, and Krouse... is Krouse.





… when we're done talking, Dragon tells me she thinks she can replace the pendant, like Bakuda promised Dragon would.

I burst into tears, and then it occurs to me that I haven't been physically able to cry in... a long time... and I sob harder. I reflexively try to clamp down on it, fail, and then realize I don't need to keep my emotions under control anymore. It's not an opening for the monster. The monster isn't a part of me anymore.

It takes... a long time for me to stop sobbing.

Dragon is shockingly supportive for an agoraphobe talking to me via webcam. She knows just the right thing to say, when to say it, how to say it. I apologize to her, a lot. I'm wasting the time of the world's second greatest tinker. She's already doing so much for me and my friends. I feel awful, like a leech of the worst sort.

Then she double-takes, apologizes, and tells me something urgent has come up, and she's gone.

…?

I'm hesitant to ask Narwhal if she knows what this urgent thing is. I don't know how difficult it is to pilot this plane and... well. She's intimidating. I'm just... not as used to capes as the others are. I don't know how anyone gets used to them, honestly. Bet is just... surreal. So many capes, so many weird capes. (Try not to think about how I was one of the weirdest, scariest. Don't think about it. Think about... what was it my psychologist recommended again?... puppies? Let's go with puppies)

I end up sitting with the others instead, feeling like a coward. I don't even mention Dragon's... whatever. It's probably just a Canadian supervillain. Maybe she was just making an excuse to stop babying me without hurting my feelings. I don't like me. Why would she? (Why does Krouse oh God don't think about it um) Legs!

I have them again, and Jess will be able to walk, probably. We're... not going home. Ever. Dragon apologized, but was quite clear that she could do nothing to help us get back home, and probably no one could. It's... hugely illegal to do so, and it doesn't matter that we came from Aleph.

… we still haven't mentioned the Simurgh. Krouse has been quiet, but he made sure we all agreed -no mentioning the Simurgh. I... think he wanted it for me? I wish I understood him better. I've never really felt like I understood him, but he's been... consistent, when it comes to me. We blamed Professor Haywire for bringing us here, which is not actually a lie, exactly.

I curl up in my seat, clutching at my legs like they might run away if I let go.

At least the worst of this nightmare is behind us. I... I'll miss mom, but I'd honestly given up on the idea of going home weeks ago. It's an old hurt. I'm more worried about how the others are coping, particularly Oliver and Luke. I'm not sure Krouse cares about going home, and Jess... between being a cape fan and the promise of no longer being wheelchair-bound, I think she might actually like it here.

… Marissa hates it here, but I seem to have already written her off. Poor Mars.

Eventually I drift off.

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I wake from a nightmare where I grew large enough to eat the world, and did so with glee, taking especial care to enjoy eating my friends. It takes me a minute, clutching at the pendant, to remember that the monster is gone thanks to Bakuda. That can't-

can

-happen.

I shiver and look around, trying to figure out what's going on. Krouse is leaning down, hand on one shoulder, trying his best to look sympathetic.

"We've landed, No'. It's time to go." His attempt to soften his tone is bad, and I can't quite recall if he was this bad at being nice bef- before. It makes me a little sad. When he offers a hand up, I take it. I try to smile in thanks, but it comes out watery. Stupid. Everything's getting better, now.

We walk together out to a brighter future with the Guild.
 
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