Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
- Thread starter Jefardi
- Start date
- Crossover Modern Superhero
- Location
- Oklahoma
Smash all da villans yas
Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
[X] Power experimentation
I think one way or another we need to figure out how to do what we want, and really, it feels like we either do it now or figure it out as we patrol.
I think one way or another we need to figure out how to do what we want, and really, it feels like we either do it now or figure it out as we patrol.
[x] Patrol [QA is giving this a vote, +1]
Wonder what happened with wheelchair girl. Did we crit-fail a hidden dice roll?
Wonder what happened with wheelchair girl. Did we crit-fail a hidden dice roll?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Power experimentation
Arche 02.11
[X] Power experimentation
Guilt or shame.
Taylor was trying to decide which of the two was what she felt more of.
There was a subtle difference. Guilt was probably the winner, though she felt ashamed all the same.
She trudged to her spot in the woods.
Given that she had come here a few times it was definitely her spot, now.
Plus the large, shattered tree made it easy to find.
Taylor's mouth opened before closing. She took in a single breath before letting it out, vapour condensing in the air. Leave school drama at school. Time for something far more important.
The muscle tensed.
Ever faithful, the giant appeared at the command.
She looked at the giant, whose yellow eyes were pinpointed on her.
First thing's first- she fished out of her backpack a walkie-talkie that she had dug out from the basement. It was a cheap plastic and faded pastel colours but it would serve its purpose. She had even remembered to test it and put in new batteries.
"Please hold out your hand, palm up, fingers uncurled."
The giant knelt, holding out his hand.
Green eyes assessed at the motion, that was new. Taylor had yet to see the giant do anything it had not been specifically told to do. Kneeling down to presumably make it easier to accept the handset was different. Or perhaps he had yet to have a chance to display any of his own initiative?
The steel like flesh did not even show any give when the two way radio was placed in his palm.
"Do not break the radio, uh, the device I gave you." Taylor clarified after a moment- she had no idea if the giant knew what a walkie-talkie was, let alone a radio.
The giant kept staring at her.
The muscle relaxed.
Physically she was alone again, even if she knew the giant was a few feet away.
Taylor paced a few strides, trying to put some warmth into her legs, before she pulled on the impossible muscle.
Her power reappeared with the walkie-talkie.
She fist-pumped in victory.
If it hadn't then it would have cut off a lot of her plans. At the very least it didn't mean any of that couldn't work.
Reaching over she turned on the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"Don't move until I tell you to, please."
With that, she started to jog away.
Compared to the previous few times, she wasn't quite as rushed as she had been. Whereas before, her power might last a few minutes, she was now approaching upwards of an hour of time where she could keep it active before her head started to pound.
Plus, hiking out to the middle of nowhere was nice. Not that she was going to stop and admire the scenery but it was a nice, appreciable difference to the urban decay of the city.
After making a good fifteen minutes away from the giant, she double checked that her walkie-talkie was off before whispering out loud, "come here."
Taylor waited a moment, either to see the slate black form approaching her in the treeline or from above it. Given neither, she nodded to herself, turning on the handheld radio.
"Please walk here."
The reason she asked the giant to walk was twofold; Taylor had no idea if he would try to jump to her where he would land: he might even land on her by accident. It certainly wouldn't be something she could survive. The secondary reason was so she can see if she could give nestled orders.
"When you get here, please, stand on one leg for a minute."
She waited a beat.
"Pick up a tree."
She left the directives unordered- part of this was to see if the giant did them in any particular order.
"Punch a tree."
That was as much as she got before she heard a booming CRACK.
Taylor pinched the bridge of her nose.
"After you get here, please pick up a tree."
"Punch a tree stump once you've stopped walking."
"Set down the tree."
"Stand on a tree stump when you get here."
That was as far as she could get before the giant trotted into her view, his long legs allowing it to eat up the distance at a far faster clip than Taylor could. Or the fact that the power looked like it was almost entirely muscle, so the term 'walk' may have not been closer to Taylor's fastest run in terms of speed. And then some.
The giant stopped a few yards away from her before it's arm blurred and the nearest tree was no longer connected to the ground. By the time Taylor had started to process that, two noises of supernatural violence prevailing against nature blotted out everything, causing her to wince and cover her ears, instinctively curling inwards.
When she opened her eyes after another unholy noise, what she saw was a second tree's trunk in her power's arms, roots holding clumped dirt weighing a great deal. More importantly, the giant was standing on one foot.
Or he was.
Evidently holding standing on one foot was not in its wheelhouse of abilities, and the giant slowly tipped over, landing with a muffled thud- audible even with a layer of snow deadening it.
Fingers the width of her wrist opened, letting the tree fall from it's grasp.
Taylor stared.
Without him standing, she noticed that where the first tree it had punched was, was now gone. Not like someone had erased it from existence with a magic poof, but where a tree's stump had presumably been – Taylor hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her power punching a tree in half – there was now a two foot deep… crater is the only word she could think of. Bits of powderized wood sat at the bottom of the earthen divot.
Her eyes wandered as she thought.
Footprints the size of her torso dotted the snow giving a clear trail from where it had come- wait, he doesn't leave footprints when he isn't active, does he?
The girl looked back at her power as it stood up.
The walkie-talkie was still in it's hand, undamaged.
On a hunch, she held out her hand.
Taylor didn't tremble as her vision darkened, a shadow cast upon her as the giant delicately dropped it into her palm. Well, turned it's hand slightly sideways, allowing it to fall out of its palm and making her have to dart forward to grab it.
This had presented a lot of interesting information about her power.
The giant, in some manner, wasn't a complete automaton. It took some manner of initiative and did indeed remember orde- directions given to it. Albeit, directives that had to be clearly worded as her power seemed to take them quite literally.
It also seemed to be able to use the walkie-talkie without issue. That was good.
A solid amount of progress towards remotely doing cape activities. At the absolute minimum, she still needed to find a way to see what was going on to give new directions to the giant. It could end up like what happens to Scion; as far as everyone knew he put the same importance on every action whether he was fighting Endbringers or a trash fire.
Now that she wasn't having to replace… things, due to… people, Taylor actually had some money. She could probably spring for an earpiece and…
Taylor sat down on a rock and looked up at the giant, its yellow eyes staring back at her.
"I don't know how to do this." She admitted, "I could buy an earpiece, um, bluetooth device and have you wear it. But you don't speak. I wouldn't know what's going on. Or who is talking to you. I guess you could put it on speaker mode."
She hemmed and hawed for a moment. "I could buy a phone, two phones. Have the earpiece hooked up to that. I just… I don't want to. Buy one." Taylor refused to pout as she looked at the destroyed trees. "Or have one." She snorted. "I could just have you hold on to both."
The raven haired girl watched the snow fall for half a minute, the divot slowly being filled in.
She pointed to a tree.
"Please destroy it as much as you can in one strike. As strong as you can."
Colour started to leave the air.
There was little colour in a forest in winter; white, brown, blue, grey and green. That faded, muted, as another colour came into existence.
A deep sangria, borderline black, swelled up from within the giant, spreading across it. What had once been a lead grey, was now tinged pink. Taylor's first thought was that it was her power's blood, yet the dark red had not moved in any form that she knew of like blood did.
Yellow eyes bled into the same colour of violence.
Blue motes fell down its right hand as a stone slab shaped to that vaguely of a club- or perhaps a sword appeared- nearly pitch-black in colouration, though she could see the light catching it's sharpened edge.
The giant's arm wound back, holding the weapon that was longer than Taylor was tall.
The club stopped before it even began its descent.
Taylor looked at it. Then the tree.
A minute passed.
Then a second.
What is going on?
Taylor knew she wasn't at her time limit- she was a long ways off from the last time she had recorded the time and hadn't felt any strain yet. She knew she had given clear instructions.
"Is something wrong?"
The giant lowered his arm, the pink tinge leaving it as it looked at Taylor, eyes fading back into yellow.
"Um…"
She reviewed what she said.
"You've destroyed trees before. That's not the issue. Is it in one strike that's the problem? Or destroying all of it?" Taylor had learned more about trees than she thought she would ever need to know given it was her primary metric for measuring her power. "Do… are you unable to destroy it in one hit? I know roots go pretty far down, especially for old trees like this…"
Green eyes looked at the giant.
"If its impossible does it not work?"
This is where she hit a conundrum.
She didn't exactly know what is considered 'impossible' to her power, precisely because she didn't know what it could fully do.
The muscle twitched.
Taylor frowned. She had not pulled at the muscle. What was that?
It was hard to describe the feeling, grappling around in the darkness. Her dad had once shown her he could wiggle his ears and that's what it felt like; trying to strain to get a muscle you'd never felt before to move.
At least, she had felt something. That gave Taylor something to go off of.
It took a while for Taylor to realize she was seeing something new.
White lines formed in the corner of her vision- she only realized that she was seeing something different, when she looked away, the sight getting a better contrast when there was no snow in her sight. Yet the moment she looked at, say, a tree, the half formed points faded.
It only fully stabilized when she looked at the giant.
Intricate, flowing penmanship scrawled across her sight.
Parts of it made sense.
She could understand the… attributes(?) for lack of a better word. The numbers were meaningless without context but she did understand what they were saying.
What was a Noble Phantasm?
Alignment made… no sense, as far as she could tell; her power wasn't insane. It was remarkably well behaved if anything.
H/W had to be height and weight, which was something she could actually double check at some point.
True name… was a bunch of squiggles that kept changing. Not like a digital clock whose characters kept changing, no, the lines looked akin to fractal worms that kept crawling into shapes that they didn't hold, disappearing and reappearing at random.
The final one…
She couldn't read it, or even observe it. The longer she looked at it, the more it hurt, a sickly heat that was spreading through her. Taylor barely was able to pull her eyes away from that line when it started to get hard to breath. The heat started to burn her-
Looking away, she clutched at her chest, as air started to circulate into her lungs, the itching warmth leaving her in bits and pieces.
Her stomach rebelled, as a hand went to her mouth, bile coating the back of her throat as she tried to take calming breaths.
What the hell is this?
School the next day was… not something Taylor was looking forward to.
She had messed up.
What is she going to do about it?
[] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
[] Find out information on her – do this with more information, but it will fester most likely. Or make it more awkward!
[] Ignore her – Just ignore the fact that you made a girl cry by staring at her. Feel like a real hero!
[] Ask Nikki about her – she might know… but she is also something of a social pariah...
[] Send the giant to throw her into the Bay – No more problem!
Author's Note: Here, have a chapter!
Still not happy on the latter half of this.
Power experimentation is fun!
Please vote! Also discussions are good and I do take the occasional thing from it even if I'm mostly silent… I don't trust myself to not accidentally spoil something.
Guilt or shame.
Taylor was trying to decide which of the two was what she felt more of.
There was a subtle difference. Guilt was probably the winner, though she felt ashamed all the same.
She trudged to her spot in the woods.
Given that she had come here a few times it was definitely her spot, now.
Plus the large, shattered tree made it easy to find.
Taylor's mouth opened before closing. She took in a single breath before letting it out, vapour condensing in the air. Leave school drama at school. Time for something far more important.
The muscle tensed.
Ever faithful, the giant appeared at the command.
She looked at the giant, whose yellow eyes were pinpointed on her.
First thing's first- she fished out of her backpack a walkie-talkie that she had dug out from the basement. It was a cheap plastic and faded pastel colours but it would serve its purpose. She had even remembered to test it and put in new batteries.
"Please hold out your hand, palm up, fingers uncurled."
The giant knelt, holding out his hand.
Green eyes assessed at the motion, that was new. Taylor had yet to see the giant do anything it had not been specifically told to do. Kneeling down to presumably make it easier to accept the handset was different. Or perhaps he had yet to have a chance to display any of his own initiative?
The steel like flesh did not even show any give when the two way radio was placed in his palm.
"Do not break the radio, uh, the device I gave you." Taylor clarified after a moment- she had no idea if the giant knew what a walkie-talkie was, let alone a radio.
The giant kept staring at her.
The muscle relaxed.
Physically she was alone again, even if she knew the giant was a few feet away.
Taylor paced a few strides, trying to put some warmth into her legs, before she pulled on the impossible muscle.
Her power reappeared with the walkie-talkie.
She fist-pumped in victory.
If it hadn't then it would have cut off a lot of her plans. At the very least it didn't mean any of that couldn't work.
Reaching over she turned on the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"Don't move until I tell you to, please."
With that, she started to jog away.
Compared to the previous few times, she wasn't quite as rushed as she had been. Whereas before, her power might last a few minutes, she was now approaching upwards of an hour of time where she could keep it active before her head started to pound.
Plus, hiking out to the middle of nowhere was nice. Not that she was going to stop and admire the scenery but it was a nice, appreciable difference to the urban decay of the city.
After making a good fifteen minutes away from the giant, she double checked that her walkie-talkie was off before whispering out loud, "come here."
Taylor waited a moment, either to see the slate black form approaching her in the treeline or from above it. Given neither, she nodded to herself, turning on the handheld radio.
"Please walk here."
The reason she asked the giant to walk was twofold; Taylor had no idea if he would try to jump to her where he would land: he might even land on her by accident. It certainly wouldn't be something she could survive. The secondary reason was so she can see if she could give nestled orders.
"When you get here, please, stand on one leg for a minute."
She waited a beat.
"Pick up a tree."
She left the directives unordered- part of this was to see if the giant did them in any particular order.
"Punch a tree."
That was as much as she got before she heard a booming CRACK.
Taylor pinched the bridge of her nose.
"After you get here, please pick up a tree."
"Punch a tree stump once you've stopped walking."
"Set down the tree."
"Stand on a tree stump when you get here."
That was as far as she could get before the giant trotted into her view, his long legs allowing it to eat up the distance at a far faster clip than Taylor could. Or the fact that the power looked like it was almost entirely muscle, so the term 'walk' may have not been closer to Taylor's fastest run in terms of speed. And then some.
The giant stopped a few yards away from her before it's arm blurred and the nearest tree was no longer connected to the ground. By the time Taylor had started to process that, two noises of supernatural violence prevailing against nature blotted out everything, causing her to wince and cover her ears, instinctively curling inwards.
When she opened her eyes after another unholy noise, what she saw was a second tree's trunk in her power's arms, roots holding clumped dirt weighing a great deal. More importantly, the giant was standing on one foot.
Or he was.
Evidently holding standing on one foot was not in its wheelhouse of abilities, and the giant slowly tipped over, landing with a muffled thud- audible even with a layer of snow deadening it.
Fingers the width of her wrist opened, letting the tree fall from it's grasp.
Taylor stared.
Without him standing, she noticed that where the first tree it had punched was, was now gone. Not like someone had erased it from existence with a magic poof, but where a tree's stump had presumably been – Taylor hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her power punching a tree in half – there was now a two foot deep… crater is the only word she could think of. Bits of powderized wood sat at the bottom of the earthen divot.
Her eyes wandered as she thought.
Footprints the size of her torso dotted the snow giving a clear trail from where it had come- wait, he doesn't leave footprints when he isn't active, does he?
The girl looked back at her power as it stood up.
The walkie-talkie was still in it's hand, undamaged.
On a hunch, she held out her hand.
Taylor didn't tremble as her vision darkened, a shadow cast upon her as the giant delicately dropped it into her palm. Well, turned it's hand slightly sideways, allowing it to fall out of its palm and making her have to dart forward to grab it.
This had presented a lot of interesting information about her power.
The giant, in some manner, wasn't a complete automaton. It took some manner of initiative and did indeed remember orde- directions given to it. Albeit, directives that had to be clearly worded as her power seemed to take them quite literally.
It also seemed to be able to use the walkie-talkie without issue. That was good.
A solid amount of progress towards remotely doing cape activities. At the absolute minimum, she still needed to find a way to see what was going on to give new directions to the giant. It could end up like what happens to Scion; as far as everyone knew he put the same importance on every action whether he was fighting Endbringers or a trash fire.
Now that she wasn't having to replace… things, due to… people, Taylor actually had some money. She could probably spring for an earpiece and…
Taylor sat down on a rock and looked up at the giant, its yellow eyes staring back at her.
"I don't know how to do this." She admitted, "I could buy an earpiece, um, bluetooth device and have you wear it. But you don't speak. I wouldn't know what's going on. Or who is talking to you. I guess you could put it on speaker mode."
She hemmed and hawed for a moment. "I could buy a phone, two phones. Have the earpiece hooked up to that. I just… I don't want to. Buy one." Taylor refused to pout as she looked at the destroyed trees. "Or have one." She snorted. "I could just have you hold on to both."
The raven haired girl watched the snow fall for half a minute, the divot slowly being filled in.
She pointed to a tree.
"Please destroy it as much as you can in one strike. As strong as you can."
Colour started to leave the air.
There was little colour in a forest in winter; white, brown, blue, grey and green. That faded, muted, as another colour came into existence.
A deep sangria, borderline black, swelled up from within the giant, spreading across it. What had once been a lead grey, was now tinged pink. Taylor's first thought was that it was her power's blood, yet the dark red had not moved in any form that she knew of like blood did.
Yellow eyes bled into the same colour of violence.
Blue motes fell down its right hand as a stone slab shaped to that vaguely of a club- or perhaps a sword appeared- nearly pitch-black in colouration, though she could see the light catching it's sharpened edge.
The giant's arm wound back, holding the weapon that was longer than Taylor was tall.
The club stopped before it even began its descent.
Taylor looked at it. Then the tree.
A minute passed.
Then a second.
What is going on?
Taylor knew she wasn't at her time limit- she was a long ways off from the last time she had recorded the time and hadn't felt any strain yet. She knew she had given clear instructions.
"Is something wrong?"
The giant lowered his arm, the pink tinge leaving it as it looked at Taylor, eyes fading back into yellow.
"Um…"
She reviewed what she said.
"You've destroyed trees before. That's not the issue. Is it in one strike that's the problem? Or destroying all of it?" Taylor had learned more about trees than she thought she would ever need to know given it was her primary metric for measuring her power. "Do… are you unable to destroy it in one hit? I know roots go pretty far down, especially for old trees like this…"
Green eyes looked at the giant.
"If its impossible does it not work?"
This is where she hit a conundrum.
She didn't exactly know what is considered 'impossible' to her power, precisely because she didn't know what it could fully do.
The muscle twitched.
Taylor frowned. She had not pulled at the muscle. What was that?
It was hard to describe the feeling, grappling around in the darkness. Her dad had once shown her he could wiggle his ears and that's what it felt like; trying to strain to get a muscle you'd never felt before to move.
At least, she had felt something. That gave Taylor something to go off of.
It took a while for Taylor to realize she was seeing something new.
White lines formed in the corner of her vision- she only realized that she was seeing something different, when she looked away, the sight getting a better contrast when there was no snow in her sight. Yet the moment she looked at, say, a tree, the half formed points faded.
It only fully stabilized when she looked at the giant.
Intricate, flowing penmanship scrawled across her sight.
True Name: ┌╪╓╒ï↑╬╙
Master:[Ϙ̸̡̡̡̨̡̡̛̣͇͚͇̺̳̦̤̼̮̺̰̦̯̙̪͉̹̬̖͙̱͓̣̜͉͙̤͚̞͖̯͔̲̙̘̱̱̬̰͕̞͕͉̳̜̥̳̜̥͈̲͓̩͇͍̰͇͖͇͇̼͇̼̯̖̰̦̖̰̫̘͉̩̙͌͒̂̿̊͌̓̈́̈́̌̓̒̇̈͐̀͊͋̀͗̃̓́̈́̐̾͐̓̆͌͑̏͂̋̽̋̀̄̉̄̃̀͊̐̇͂̂̒̿̄̎͊́̃͗͛̿̈́͌̚̕͘̚͘̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅυ̸̧̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̤̥̻̳͎͉͙̗̜̦̦̦̥̜̺͍̣͍͙̘̦͍̼͈̻͚̙͖̺̦͖̯͙͔̦̹̳̥̝͉̯̠̯̘̭̘̭͎̜͈̟̬̯͖̮̼̞͉̹͚̍̀͛͒̎͆̐̍̉̊̔̍̇͌̂̉̌͛̈́̀̃̿́͒̈́͂͗̓̅̊̊̏̆̀̄̎͑͂̽͛̆̋́́̽͋̀̈́̏́̌̏̍̐͊̀̈́̅͘͘͘̕̚̕͘͜͝͝ͅǝ̴̢̨̨̢̢̧̛̛̥̹̬͔̲̖̘̟͙͍̬͍̪̗͙̮̟̜͕̳̙̳͎̭͉͕̳̙̮̹̮̞͎͎̗̹͈͎̜̼̘̗̻̺̟̳̟̰̬̗̱̱͎̞̜͚̟̙̗̼͕̟͆̒̓̋̓̈̑̇͛̒̀̽́̆̿̎̃̎̄͌̓̉̑̐̇͂̀̿̀̽̎͒̓́̈͋̽̍̃̀̐̀̀̆̐̽͛͌͌͂̒͌̑̀̐̂̿̚̕͘̚̕͘͘͜͝͝͠͠ͅɿ̶̨̨̨̢̢̧̢̢̧̧̧̢̧̰͙̫͔̝͚̠͍̲̺͙̯͖̹̳̠͕̘͎̠̘͚͉̹͈̳̫̫̖̠͇͇̺͚͍̘͇̩͙̘̜̗̖̩͓̤̝̘̝̭͖̭̼̘͙͕̮̗̭̝͆́͜ͅͅͅͅͅô̷̧̡̢̧̱͖̪͈̘̠̣̤̯̝̮͚͓̖͕̠̻̭̻̯̱͙̲̞̩̺̤̮̳̒͗͜͝ͅͅn̴̡̡̡̨̡̨̧̨̛̠̳̙̮̬̟̜͎͖̫̭̳̬̟̰̠͈̖͖̙͓̦̞̤̬̠͚̞̲̮͉͍̰̹̤̘͙͎̝͔͔͔̖̺̮̝̙̤̣̠̥̭͚͉̝̮̺̘͍̘̼͙͇̮̰̠̳̲̦̖̦̫͔̖̰̻̊̌̈́̋̍́̂̋͐́̈̎͆̒̍̇͘͜͜͜͠͝ ̷̧̛͖͚̱̬̰͓̗̙̺̱̖̄̓̾̽̿̇͌̀̑̌̍̾̏́̒́͗͆̋̽͒͗͘͘̚͘̚͘͠͝͠ǝ̴̡̢̡̨̢͚̬̟̞͙̼̣̪̱̪̻̘̗͈͎̺̬̞̠̙̜̹͕̼̪͈̺̫̹̮͇̭̲̥͖̰̥̺̙̹͍̪̲̼̗͈͈̝͕͙̻͖̲̼͈͖͇̠̥͍̗̟̍̕͜͜l̴̛̯̞̮͇͊̌̂͊̀́͗̓̈́̒͆͌́̏̏̉̄̅͌̿̀͊̾̅̂͂͐̐̀̉͒̐́̆͛̇̈́̿̉͊́́̀́̾̊̌̀̊̚̕͘̕̚̚͝͝͠ ̸̨̨̡̡̨̡̨̧̻̣̭͙̖̳̭̫̯̞͇͓̣̥͓̼͓̮̣̼̮͇̟̱̣̫̖̥̟̘̟̭̙̱͎̪͚̬̙̟͉͇͎͖̬͉̞̞̪̼̬̥̝̖͍̲̦͓̠͈͕͔͕͙͚̙͎̺̰̹̥̻̞̲͚̟̪̗̐̔͊͗̈́͒̅̄́̉̈́͆̓̌͆͒͌͆̓͊̉̊̽̊̽͆̓̽͑̕̚̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ĉ̴̡̢̧̢̢̢̢̢̛̼͖̗̥̦̠̪̞͔̭̤͖̭͇͓̖̩̹̰̪̻̫̪̼͎̯͍͚͓͉̤̦̫͕̼̪͎̰̩̻̣͚̣͕̬̜̫͎̙͕̭̊̇͆̀̑̓͛̀̄̆͆́́̌̌͌̊̊́̍̈̈́̎̃͊̽̈̇̽̊͗̅̎̅́͌̌̇̍̒͌̒͗̅̂̈́̑̒̂̓͗̎̈́̿̋̈́̅̈́͒̈̋̑̎̀̌̓̄̎͒͋̆̅̒̆͐͊̃̋͋̎͑̚̕̚͘̚͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅį̸̧̨̢̧̡̧̨̢̧̛͈̻͎̪̩͙͚̱̫̤̱̪͔̠̱̫̠͙̦̳̩̙̬͖̩̲̯͈̩̱͉̮̖͉̰̺̞͇͓̠͖̦̦͓̬̼͉̜̬̰̻̂͋͌͂̀͂̿͂͌̎̅͊͌̈̐̾͊͆͐͂̒̓̾̒̌̚͠ͅΰ̴̨̢̞̝̰̮͇̹̝̣̣͍͍̘̪̻̟̹͖̗̣͍̤͖̠̜͓͆̇́̈́̎̽̑́̀͌̃̍̌̎͒͋̄̈͆̉̍̆̀͛̂̏̀͋̿̒̈́̊͌̈́͌̆̍͑͌̓̐͊̌̊̋̃̅̐͒͋̄̊͛̚̚̚̚̕̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝į̷̡͈̟͓̰̞̗̜̰̙̖̳̝̪̩̘͇̖̣̦͇̫̞̖̲̩̼͍̥̰͕̤̫̈͂̑͗͂̄̎͂̒̓͛̔̐͛̈̽͆̈́͑̊̿̿͒̇͘͜͜͜͜͠͠]
H/W: 253cm, 311kg
Alignment: Chaotic Insane
Strength: 100
Endurance: 50
Agility: 50
Energy: 50
Luck: 40
Noble Phantasm: 100
Master:[Ϙ̸̡̡̡̨̡̡̛̣͇͚͇̺̳̦̤̼̮̺̰̦̯̙̪͉̹̬̖͙̱͓̣̜͉͙̤͚̞͖̯͔̲̙̘̱̱̬̰͕̞͕͉̳̜̥̳̜̥͈̲͓̩͇͍̰͇͖͇͇̼͇̼̯̖̰̦̖̰̫̘͉̩̙͌͒̂̿̊͌̓̈́̈́̌̓̒̇̈͐̀͊͋̀͗̃̓́̈́̐̾͐̓̆͌͑̏͂̋̽̋̀̄̉̄̃̀͊̐̇͂̂̒̿̄̎͊́̃͗͛̿̈́͌̚̕͘̚͘̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅυ̸̧̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̤̥̻̳͎͉͙̗̜̦̦̦̥̜̺͍̣͍͙̘̦͍̼͈̻͚̙͖̺̦͖̯͙͔̦̹̳̥̝͉̯̠̯̘̭̘̭͎̜͈̟̬̯͖̮̼̞͉̹͚̍̀͛͒̎͆̐̍̉̊̔̍̇͌̂̉̌͛̈́̀̃̿́͒̈́͂͗̓̅̊̊̏̆̀̄̎͑͂̽͛̆̋́́̽͋̀̈́̏́̌̏̍̐͊̀̈́̅͘͘͘̕̚̕͘͜͝͝ͅǝ̴̢̨̨̢̢̧̛̛̥̹̬͔̲̖̘̟͙͍̬͍̪̗͙̮̟̜͕̳̙̳͎̭͉͕̳̙̮̹̮̞͎͎̗̹͈͎̜̼̘̗̻̺̟̳̟̰̬̗̱̱͎̞̜͚̟̙̗̼͕̟͆̒̓̋̓̈̑̇͛̒̀̽́̆̿̎̃̎̄͌̓̉̑̐̇͂̀̿̀̽̎͒̓́̈͋̽̍̃̀̐̀̀̆̐̽͛͌͌͂̒͌̑̀̐̂̿̚̕͘̚̕͘͘͜͝͝͠͠ͅɿ̶̨̨̨̢̢̧̢̢̧̧̧̢̧̰͙̫͔̝͚̠͍̲̺͙̯͖̹̳̠͕̘͎̠̘͚͉̹͈̳̫̫̖̠͇͇̺͚͍̘͇̩͙̘̜̗̖̩͓̤̝̘̝̭͖̭̼̘͙͕̮̗̭̝͆́͜ͅͅͅͅͅô̷̧̡̢̧̱͖̪͈̘̠̣̤̯̝̮͚͓̖͕̠̻̭̻̯̱͙̲̞̩̺̤̮̳̒͗͜͝ͅͅn̴̡̡̡̨̡̨̧̨̛̠̳̙̮̬̟̜͎͖̫̭̳̬̟̰̠͈̖͖̙͓̦̞̤̬̠͚̞̲̮͉͍̰̹̤̘͙͎̝͔͔͔̖̺̮̝̙̤̣̠̥̭͚͉̝̮̺̘͍̘̼͙͇̮̰̠̳̲̦̖̦̫͔̖̰̻̊̌̈́̋̍́̂̋͐́̈̎͆̒̍̇͘͜͜͜͠͝ ̷̧̛͖͚̱̬̰͓̗̙̺̱̖̄̓̾̽̿̇͌̀̑̌̍̾̏́̒́͗͆̋̽͒͗͘͘̚͘̚͘͠͝͠ǝ̴̡̢̡̨̢͚̬̟̞͙̼̣̪̱̪̻̘̗͈͎̺̬̞̠̙̜̹͕̼̪͈̺̫̹̮͇̭̲̥͖̰̥̺̙̹͍̪̲̼̗͈͈̝͕͙̻͖̲̼͈͖͇̠̥͍̗̟̍̕͜͜l̴̛̯̞̮͇͊̌̂͊̀́͗̓̈́̒͆͌́̏̏̉̄̅͌̿̀͊̾̅̂͂͐̐̀̉͒̐́̆͛̇̈́̿̉͊́́̀́̾̊̌̀̊̚̕͘̕̚̚͝͝͠ ̸̨̨̡̡̨̡̨̧̻̣̭͙̖̳̭̫̯̞͇͓̣̥͓̼͓̮̣̼̮͇̟̱̣̫̖̥̟̘̟̭̙̱͎̪͚̬̙̟͉͇͎͖̬͉̞̞̪̼̬̥̝̖͍̲̦͓̠͈͕͔͕͙͚̙͎̺̰̹̥̻̞̲͚̟̪̗̐̔͊͗̈́͒̅̄́̉̈́͆̓̌͆͒͌͆̓͊̉̊̽̊̽͆̓̽͑̕̚̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ĉ̴̡̢̧̢̢̢̢̢̛̼͖̗̥̦̠̪̞͔̭̤͖̭͇͓̖̩̹̰̪̻̫̪̼͎̯͍͚͓͉̤̦̫͕̼̪͎̰̩̻̣͚̣͕̬̜̫͎̙͕̭̊̇͆̀̑̓͛̀̄̆͆́́̌̌͌̊̊́̍̈̈́̎̃͊̽̈̇̽̊͗̅̎̅́͌̌̇̍̒͌̒͗̅̂̈́̑̒̂̓͗̎̈́̿̋̈́̅̈́͒̈̋̑̎̀̌̓̄̎͒͋̆̅̒̆͐͊̃̋͋̎͑̚̕̚͘̚͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅį̸̧̨̢̧̡̧̨̢̧̛͈̻͎̪̩͙͚̱̫̤̱̪͔̠̱̫̠͙̦̳̩̙̬͖̩̲̯͈̩̱͉̮̖͉̰̺̞͇͓̠͖̦̦͓̬̼͉̜̬̰̻̂͋͌͂̀͂̿͂͌̎̅͊͌̈̐̾͊͆͐͂̒̓̾̒̌̚͠ͅΰ̴̨̢̞̝̰̮͇̹̝̣̣͍͍̘̪̻̟̹͖̗̣͍̤͖̠̜͓͆̇́̈́̎̽̑́̀͌̃̍̌̎͒͋̄̈͆̉̍̆̀͛̂̏̀͋̿̒̈́̊͌̈́͌̆̍͑͌̓̐͊̌̊̋̃̅̐͒͋̄̊͛̚̚̚̚̕̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝į̷̡͈̟͓̰̞̗̜̰̙̖̳̝̪̩̘͇̖̣̦͇̫̞̖̲̩̼͍̥̰͕̤̫̈͂̑͗͂̄̎͂̒̓͛̔̐͛̈̽͆̈́͑̊̿̿͒̇͘͜͜͜͜͠͠]
H/W: 253cm, 311kg
Alignment: Chaotic Insane
Strength: 100
Endurance: 50
Agility: 50
Energy: 50
Luck: 40
Noble Phantasm: 100
Parts of it made sense.
She could understand the… attributes(?) for lack of a better word. The numbers were meaningless without context but she did understand what they were saying.
What was a Noble Phantasm?
Alignment made… no sense, as far as she could tell; her power wasn't insane. It was remarkably well behaved if anything.
H/W had to be height and weight, which was something she could actually double check at some point.
True name… was a bunch of squiggles that kept changing. Not like a digital clock whose characters kept changing, no, the lines looked akin to fractal worms that kept crawling into shapes that they didn't hold, disappearing and reappearing at random.
The final one…
She couldn't read it, or even observe it. The longer she looked at it, the more it hurt, a sickly heat that was spreading through her. Taylor barely was able to pull her eyes away from that line when it started to get hard to breath. The heat started to burn her-
Looking away, she clutched at her chest, as air started to circulate into her lungs, the itching warmth leaving her in bits and pieces.
Her stomach rebelled, as a hand went to her mouth, bile coating the back of her throat as she tried to take calming breaths.
What the hell is this?
School the next day was… not something Taylor was looking forward to.
She had messed up.
What is she going to do about it?
[] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
[] Find out information on her – do this with more information, but it will fester most likely. Or make it more awkward!
[] Ignore her – Just ignore the fact that you made a girl cry by staring at her. Feel like a real hero!
[] Ask Nikki about her – she might know… but she is also something of a social pariah...
Author's Note: Here, have a chapter!
Still not happy on the latter half of this.
Power experimentation is fun!
Please vote! Also discussions are good and I do take the occasional thing from it even if I'm mostly silent… I don't trust myself to not accidentally spoil something.
[X] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
[X] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
[X] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
Arche 02.12
[X] Try to apologize – The longer the wait the more awkward it gets. Bite the bullet. Get it over with.
Feelings ate at Taylor.
Guilt had been supplanted by the fact that this felt like the kind of thing that Sophia would have done.
Going to school, hanging out with Nikki at lunch did little to dampen it. Actually, if anything, that worsened it. Especially when Taylor started to notice the wide berth she was being given by other students.
She was going to apologize.
For what… Taylor… really didn't know. It just felt like the right thing to do. That was the real clincher. She didn't want to be like the trio. Even accidentally. She didn't want to do it during lunch, not where others could easily see her and turn it into spectacle.
Which was why when she saw the wheelchair girl leaving the school at the end of the day, she went for it.
Besides, what's the worst that can happen?
The shadow didn't know what the girl was trying to do.
If it was to anger the cripple, then she was succeeding.
Her tone was earnest. That earnestness meant nothing to the cripple. Perhaps less than nothing.
It had seen helots with less hate in their eyes than the cripple had as it looked at it's girl. The shadow had a certainty to it that this would end in violence.
There was a sense the shadow had, from experience or from its origins, it couldn't say, but it knew that something was going to happen. Something violent.
It almost seemed as if it was coming from one of the metal bo-
The cripple started to laugh.
Warm liquid with brown pellets slowly cascaded down Taylor's forehead, some of it covering her glasses as she pulled them off her face to look at the offending substance.
...this was bird shit.
A giggle escaped the blurry form of the wheelchair girl.
The escaping giggles turned into loud laughter that had quieted down by the time that Taylor got one of her lens cleared off.
"Yeah, really feels like that's life sometimes. Doesn't it? Shit on from above." the crippled jerked her chair in place and began to roll forwards, towards one of the cars.
Taylor sighed. Somehow this was an improvement. Talking sucked.
"Guess it shits on both of us, doesn't it locker girl?" She asked as she left Taylor's range of hearing. "Can't stay mad at someone who's got the same luck as me. Apology accepted."
It took a moment for the comment to click; the elation that this whole had worked followed by dread that someone knew about it in the school.
Annoyance won out as she realized she still had bird shit in her hair.
"Fuck this day."
What does Taylor do socially/academically for the rest of the week at school outside of the norm?
[] Get off-campus lunch with Nikki.
[] Actually try to talk with wheelchair girl. It can't be more of a disaster, right?
[] Vent to her power. Being a teenager sucks.
[] Try and get ahead of studying.
[] Finally get around to new reading material.
Author's Note: Surprise! New chapter!
...it was confluence of coincidences that got a new one out in less than five hours. Unlikely to happen again.
Couple days until next chapter, I swear. Probably. It helps that this one was written in like thirty minutes.
Feelings ate at Taylor.
Guilt had been supplanted by the fact that this felt like the kind of thing that Sophia would have done.
Going to school, hanging out with Nikki at lunch did little to dampen it. Actually, if anything, that worsened it. Especially when Taylor started to notice the wide berth she was being given by other students.
She was going to apologize.
For what… Taylor… really didn't know. It just felt like the right thing to do. That was the real clincher. She didn't want to be like the trio. Even accidentally. She didn't want to do it during lunch, not where others could easily see her and turn it into spectacle.
Which was why when she saw the wheelchair girl leaving the school at the end of the day, she went for it.
Besides, what's the worst that can happen?
The shadow didn't know what the girl was trying to do.
If it was to anger the cripple, then she was succeeding.
Her tone was earnest. That earnestness meant nothing to the cripple. Perhaps less than nothing.
It had seen helots with less hate in their eyes than the cripple had as it looked at it's girl. The shadow had a certainty to it that this would end in violence.
There was a sense the shadow had, from experience or from its origins, it couldn't say, but it knew that something was going to happen. Something violent.
It almost seemed as if it was coming from one of the metal bo-
The cripple started to laugh.
Warm liquid with brown pellets slowly cascaded down Taylor's forehead, some of it covering her glasses as she pulled them off her face to look at the offending substance.
...this was bird shit.
A giggle escaped the blurry form of the wheelchair girl.
The escaping giggles turned into loud laughter that had quieted down by the time that Taylor got one of her lens cleared off.
"Yeah, really feels like that's life sometimes. Doesn't it? Shit on from above." the crippled jerked her chair in place and began to roll forwards, towards one of the cars.
Taylor sighed. Somehow this was an improvement. Talking sucked.
"Guess it shits on both of us, doesn't it locker girl?" She asked as she left Taylor's range of hearing. "Can't stay mad at someone who's got the same luck as me. Apology accepted."
It took a moment for the comment to click; the elation that this whole had worked followed by dread that someone knew about it in the school.
Annoyance won out as she realized she still had bird shit in her hair.
"Fuck this day."
What does Taylor do socially/academically for the rest of the week at school outside of the norm?
[] Get off-campus lunch with Nikki.
[] Actually try to talk with wheelchair girl. It can't be more of a disaster, right?
[] Vent to her power. Being a teenager sucks.
[] Try and get ahead of studying.
[] Finally get around to new reading material.
Author's Note: Surprise! New chapter!
...it was confluence of coincidences that got a new one out in less than five hours. Unlikely to happen again.
Couple days until next chapter, I swear. Probably. It helps that this one was written in like thirty minutes.
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WildCardFool
A Reaction Pic for nearly every occasion
- Location
- Earth
[X] Try and get ahead of studying.
[X] Get off-campus lunch with Nikki.
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They really, really weren't.
Not... really... I'm just trying to keep the everything progressing.
Ah a Perfectly fine reason then I shall edit my vote
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I enjoy Herc struggling to compute both "a single blow" and "strongest attack" when his strongest attack is "nine consecutive strikes, as swift as if the attacks are overlapping" that he can't even use as a Berserker.
But he's trying so hard!
But he's trying so hard!
Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] Get off-campus lunch with Nikki.
Iris-Iven-Ibis
Interested-Idiot-Immortal
- Location
- You know
[X] Vent to her power. Being a teenager sucks.
Cuz what's the point to having a giant murder monster if you can't vent to it
Cuz what's the point to having a giant murder monster if you can't vent to it