Fastigium [Apex Legends/Worm]

[ToucanPoppyJakob]

Fastigium


4.2

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Taylor was walking through the city in winter clothes. Christmas decorations were starting to pop up around the street. The streets were packed with people and it was snowing lightly.

Just perfect.

While walking she felt herself stumble a little as she bumped into someone.

"Ah, sorry." Said the man, looking at him she saw an Asian man with black hair and brown eyes wearing a white jacket with light green accents.

"No it's fine, I wasn't paying attention."

"Me too really," he pulled a hand out of his pocket for a shake "Lee."

"Oh, Taylor." She said as she shook his hand.

"Nice meeting you."

"You too."

He seemed nice.

Anyways, going back to her walk through the city, after a bit she finally reached the library. Entering the building, she went to the kids section and found what she was looking for.

'How the Grinch stole Christmas' by Dr. Seuss.

Grabbing the book, she turned around and went to the counter. At the counter was a teenager in a purple jacket with swept back black hair and brown eyes looking at his phone. The words 'Donnie' on the little card around his neck.

"Hello there, I'd like to purchase this book."

The teen turned to her and grabbed the book before price checking.

"That'll be 15 bucks."

Taylor pulled out 15 before taking it and heading back home. Opening the door of her warehouse, she saw Sparky playing videogames, Charlie was using the punching bag and Pathfinder was…

Lying down on the couch?

"Pathy, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hi mom, I'm trying out relaxing like Uncle Sparky, Auntie Charlotte and you."

"I see, and what's it like?"

Pathfinders screen displayed a party popper blowing shooting confetti.

"I'm having the time of my life!"

Taylor just giggled before smooching her son on the top of his head before showing him the book she bought for him.

"My mom shared her loves her love for books with me since I was little girl and I thought about doing the same with."

Pathfinders screen changed into a smiley face as he jumped off the couch and grabbed the book to look at it.

Taylor sat down on the couch, taking off her coat, beany and scarf leaving her in her green sweater, pants and slippers.

Taylor patted the couch, signaling her son to sit next with him.

As Pathfinder sat down next to her as she took the book and opened it.


"Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch who lived just north of who-ville DID NOT!"

"The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!"


Pathfinder was about to ask why.


"Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason."


Pathfinder stopped himself and went back to listening.


"It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.

It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes
too small."


"But how would that work?"

"It's a metaphor."

"What's a metaphor?"

"It's a figure of speech that describes something in a figurative way as a comparison."

"Ah."

"Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the
Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour,
Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their
town.
For he knew every Who down in Whoville
beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath."

"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's
practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers
nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas
from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and
boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!"

"And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE!"

"Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And
they'd FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare
Who-roast beast.
Which was something the Grinch couldn't
stand in the least!"


"Who-pudding? Is that a thing?"

"No, it's just written like that. Most of his books have that kind thing."


"And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the
small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas
bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos
would start singing!"

"They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of this Who
ChristmasSing,
The more the Grinch thought, "I must
stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up
with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from
coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!"

"What did he do?"

"Just wait okay?"

"THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The
Grinch laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a
coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a
great Grinchy trick!"
"With this coat and this hat, I look
just like Saint Nick!""


Pathfinder made a robotic gasp, which made her giggle.


"All I need is a reindeer..." The Grinch looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was
none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch
simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make
one instead!"



"So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his
head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty
sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old
Max.
Then the Grinch said, "Giddap!"
And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze
in their town."


"Well that's just mean."

"Exactly."



"Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow
filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams
without care.
When he came to the first little house on
the square.
"This is stop number one," the old
Grinchy Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his
fist."



"Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the
Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace
flue.
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a
row.
"These stockings," he grinned,
"are the first things to go!"



"Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every
present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the
Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the
chimbley!"


"Isn't it chimney though?"

"Well chimney doesn't really rime with nimbly now does it?"



"Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast
beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a
flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of
Who-hash!"

"Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Grinch,
"I will stuff up the tree!"

"And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of
a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small
Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than
two."


"She's so small." Said Pathfinder as his screen turned into a pink smiley with hearts for eyes.


"The
Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter,

Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.

She stared at the Grinch and said,
"Santy Claus, why,"

"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

"But,
you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up
quick!

"Why, my sweet little tot," the
fake Santy Claus lied,

"There's a light on this tree that
won't light on one side."

"So I'm taking it home to my workshop,
my dear."

"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring
it back here."

"And
his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,

And he got her a drink and he sent her to
bed.

And when CindyLou Who went to bed with her
cup,

HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree
up!"

"Then
the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!

Then he went up the chimney, himself,
the old liar.

On their walls he left nothing but hooks and
some wire."

"And
the one speck of food That he left in the house,

Was a crumb that was even too small for a
mouse.

Then He did the same thing To the other
Whos' houses

Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other
Whos' mouses!"

"It was quarter past dawn... All
the Whos, still a-bed,

All the Whos, still asnooze When he packed
up his sled,

Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!

The tags! And the tinsel! The
trimmings! The trappings!"

"Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,

He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump
it!

"PoohPooh to the Whos!" he was
grinchishly humming.

"They're finding out now that no
Christmas is coming!"

"They're just waking up! I know just
what they'll do!"

"Their mouths will hang open a minute
or two,

Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry
BooHoo!"

"That's a noise," grinned the Grinch, "That I
simply MUST hear!"

So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to
his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow."

"But
the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!

It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch
popped his eyes!

Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking
surprise!"

"Every
Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,

Was singing! Without any presents at all!

He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT
CAME!

Somehow or other, it came just the same!"

"They're not sad?"

"Not when they have family."


"And
the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could
it be so?"
"It came with out ribbons! It came
without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or
bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler
was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he
hadn't before!"

"Maybe Christmas," he thought,
"doesn't come from a store."
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little
bit more!"

"And
what happened then? Well...in Whoville they say,
That the Grinch's small heart Grew three
sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite
so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright
morning light,
And he brought back the toys! And the food
for the feast!"

"And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!"

"So, what did you think?"

The chassis screen yet again changed to party popper
shooting confetti as he jumped with joy before landing back on the couch.

"It was amazing! Can we do this more, please mom?"

Taylor smiled softly before pulling him in a one armed
hug.

"Of course son, of course."

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AN: This is technically the longest chapter yet but
only because of the reading parts.

Also you probably noticed the Lee character in this
chapter and you probably know who it is.

See ya!

 

[ToucanPoppyJakob]

Fastigium


4.3

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Sparky was working at the medicine house today. His mom needed a break. He sat in his wheelchair at the counter. He wore his favorite shirt. A green shirt with the words 'Speed is Life'. It was a Velocity shirt he had gotten while shopping with his mother. He heard the doorbell as he saw Taylor come inside.

Taylor wore her usual winter coat, pants, boots, beanie and green scarf. When he first found out about her power, he didn't go and react like a crazy person, they were his friends and he didn't wanna seem like that kinda guy.

"Hey sis how's the kid?" he said as he leaned over the counter. His mom had made sure it was lower so it didn't inconvenience him.

"He's good, the transfer wards took a bit to get to know him but it's been going well." she responded, removing her scarf.

"So, you need anything?" it seemed obvious that she needed something.

"Yeah, I need the things on this list." Grabbing it, he read the list. The stuff written down mostly had to do with making your body improve blood flow and making injuries heal faster.

"Alright, I'll get you the stuff but I gotta ask, why you buyin' this stuff?" he asked as he wheeled himself to the cabinet to take the stuff she asked for.

"I've got the idea for a syringe that helps heal injuries. It won't heal stuff like missing body parts obviously but it sure as hell keep you alive." Hm, it seemed like a good idea. Sure, there were an uncommon amount of healers in the world, Panacea being the best one objectively, but it would help when they weren't available.

"Here's the stuff, also lets stop calling it stuff because it's making me feel like a narcotraficante, it'll be 65 bucks."

"Yeah, yeah." She waved at him before grabbing the bag and giving him the money. He saw her put her scarf back on before leaving.

With Pathfinder…

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Pathfinder was walking through the city with Flechette and one of the two wards that transferred to New York, Vista. He had the [Mozambique] on him just in case he needed it.

"So Pathfinder, what's your mother like?" asked Vista, looking all the way up to his head. She knew she was short, but his height was absurd. He had already answered a couple questions about his mother.

"My mom's great, she reads me books, she let's me hang out with you guys and I sometimes stop crime too. It's not as big as the Halloween fair but it's nice." His screen showed a smile as he counted on his fingers.

"That's nice, does she like anything?"

"Well she likes building things and drinking tea. I can't drink tea since it would fry my circuits but I can dream!" he said as pumped up his fist. Every answer was pissing her off. She didn't hate him but a robot getting a better parent than hers made her a little bit jealous.

"Hey Vista, we gotta head back, Legend just called us." Great, she needed to calm down. Being reminded of how shitty her parents were was tiring.

"Okay, bye Pathfinder." They waved at each other before leaving for the base.

With Legend…

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Connor sat at the meeting room within the New York Procterate building waiting for the other members to come in. He saw Adamant, Chevalier, Prism, Clay, Astrologer and Cache. Prism wore her usual skintight costume with prismatic colors. Astrologer wore her usual. He personally didn't like her, she could be dismissive of other peoples mental states and considering she worked with parahumans, yeah. Clay was wearing a shirt, pants and shoes. Chevalier was still in his armor. Cache wore his black costume and Adamant was in his black bodysuit, the metal parts removed.

"Where's Ursa and Bunter?"

"Ursa is on a date and Bunter is drunk. Why haven't we fired him already?" Astrologer answered with annoyance in her voice.

"Just because he gets drunk sometimes doesn't mean we should fire him. We might just get another problem if we do Anna." Anna scoffed as she sat down. The wards came in the room and so did Wilkins. They all sat down as the meeting began.

"So first things first, The Butcher XV was last seen freeing the arrested members of the Teeth." The room rang with gasps and shouts of surprise. Connor felt guilty that Cauldron had to let the Butcher free them but it was necessary.

With Taylor…

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Taylor was working on her syringe when she looked at Charlotte on reading a book on the couch. The book was big and the cover was completely black. Curiosity got the best of her as she approached her before throwing a pencil in her face and grabbing the book. While she and Charlotte were the more mature ones they were still teenagers.

"Ow Taylor, what the hell?! Wait."

"Charlotte Abraham Thomson, what is this?!"

"I-I can explain!"

"Filthy!" and she threw the disgusting book right in to her face.

"Um, mom? Why are you hitting Auntie Charlotte in the face with a book?" She turned around to see her son standing by the door.

"You don't have to worry about that son. Would you like to read a real book." She said as she glared at Charlotte who went invisible and ran away somewhere.

"Okay!" His screen turned into a happy face as he sat down. The book was no longer there. Good.

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AN: Finally wrote another chapter. I hope I can write another couple chapters before I can write the Behemoth New Year fight.

I have been focusing a lot on the snippet thread these days.

See ya!