Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
- Thread starter Jefardi
- Start date
- Crossover Modern Superhero
[X] ...kept on her patrol. [Final encounter table roll]
[X] ...stick around to see what the response was like to something parahuman happening. Specifically her power happening.
Aporia 03.06.05
[X] ...stick around to see what the response was like to something parahuman happening. Specifically her power happening.
People screamed.
Most panicked.
You could tell by how their stance was, light, as if to bolt in a different direction.
Some ran.
Others ran towards where it had been.
Even to the shadow, that seemed ill-advised.
The girl stood by and watched.
She seemed curious to what the others thought for some reason.
All the shadow knew was that it would stay by the girl and protect her. Yet nothing worth it's intervention appeared.
A red blur.
A lithe man in a blood coloured body suit appeared.
The screams stopped. The growing panic abated.
The girl watched on in naked interest.
What was so special about the man?
It took the shadow a moment to realize what it was.
The red man could moved fast. Faster than any mortal man should move. The shadow could go faster, but it bent nature to its whims, it struggled against them.
This human casually, effortlessly moved at great speeds.
It's eyes narrowed.
It wasn't training.
The man moved in a way that suggested some form of it, but nothing that should give him the ability to outrun an arrow.
The all-consuming screech within it's mind receded enough with it's curiosity.
Within a short time later, a number of particularly boxy metal vehicles showed up, armoured soldiers spilling forth with strange contraptions. Black and bulky, they moved with a trained wariness. Jumpy almost. They couldn't be anything but soldiers.
The one who spoke with a tone of command had even the fast one looking at him in askance.
That ran counter to what the shadow had been piecing together.
The fast man seemed to be some form of champion, but champions as far as the shadow knew were loath to take commands from those who only commanded via authority that willingly. From the shadow's… experience.
It was hard for the shadow to parse what it was thinking.
It had experienced being in the fast man's place before, and it could recall raging against the ones who commanded by dint of their authority alone. Knowing that it could crush that one with barely an afterthought.
The masses of humanity answered questions the soldiers asked them.
If the shadow had to guess, they pertained to itself.
A roar came close to them, sounding off the buildings, refracting into echoes.
A blue man arrived, covered in a different set of armour.
The crowd became… excited. The opposite of panic. The kind a hero arriving should create.
The girl was riveted by him.
The man was dangerous. The shadow knew it, unlike the fast man, the blue man was dangerous.
For one, he had some kind of weapon. A proper weapon at that. The shadow had yet to see anyone actually holding a proper weapon since the appearing. Then there was his physique. He was nearing the limit that a mortal man could do without getting to the level of grotesqueness. That spoke to training in far excess of the black armoured soldiers.
More, it was the way he moved.
It was unnatural.
Not that it was disconcerting to the shadow, but rather it was unnatural for living things to move like this.
The closest the shadow could compare it to, was how the bird girl moved, except, while that one had a seeming lack of grace, this man moved more akin to ideal movements. Nothing wasted. Every motion efficient.
Mortal or immortal, it didn't matter, no one should move that way. Anything human, that was. Moving that way in combat was one thing, but outside? It was downright odd.
Something else was afoot.
Then there was his armour.
It was made out of something that the shadow couldn't quite divine the material of.
Something… something was not right with it.
The shadow knew it could have figured this out in the past, it knew down to its very core of self that it had once been able to figure out something like this.
The sense of loss, that it was lesser than it had been was felt again, anew.
The blue man started to wave something around the area that the shadow had manifested.
That got the girl's attention, and she beat a hasty exit, staring with concern back at the blue man.
Blue man never noticed.
"Hey, Nikki?"
It was early morning before classes started on Monday, before their other sorta-friend arrived.
Nikki looked up from her art-pad, smiling softly. "Hello Taylor. Was yesterday a good day?"
"Yup." It was something of a white lie. Yesterday… not much had happened. At least Saturday she got to shoot a gun. "So." The word escaped her before she could figure out a better way to say this. "You know how you got me a phone?"
"I do." Nikki affirmed. "Did it run out of hours? It should have plenty left."
"Uh, no." Taylor didn't know if she would ever run out of hours on it; five hundred hours was a lot of hours. She'd only used it to call the library so far to test it and make sure it worked. "But. I got you a gift." Out from her backpack she pulled the fancily wrapped box. "It's from a cape."
Nikki blinked. "A box? From a cape? How odd." She smiled a touch more cheekily. "May I open it now?" She asked as she gently took the box from Taylor.
Taylor gestured to the box. "Go for it."
Nikki did not tear at the wrapping paper. Instead she picked at the tape until it came off, and then gently pulled the box out of the resulting sleeve.
Then, just as carefully, she opened the box and blinked. "Its a crow?" She asked in surprise, gently inspecting the dapper bird.
"It's a corvid. Like your birds." Except with a top hat and suit, though that went without saying. "I bought him from Parian. For you. As thanks."
"Oh. Well. Thank you." Nikki stated, her surprise evident on her face as she moved the bird around slowly. "That is..." she trailed off. "I have never gotten a gift from a friend before."
The Russian girl looked utterly stumped.
"Never…?" Taylor was poleaxed by the statement.
Nikki shook her head. "I was not… allowed outside much. Not after what happened to my siblings." She gently made the bird flap its wings. "I did not have friends before coming to America."
"Well." What the heck do you say to that, even? "Now you have another friend." She gestured to the plushie. "You even get to name him."
"I will call him Tyler. As he was given to me by Taylor." Nikki replied as she held him aloft. "And he is a tailored corvid, ready to go make money and head to big fancy meetings."
Taylor snorted. "What kind of big fancy meetings is Tyler going to?"
"...a BBQ." Nikki replied, actually saying the letters. "He will eat all the corn on the cob, while staying immaculate."
Taylor hummed for a moment. "Do you think your bird friends would think he is one of their own?"
Nikki pursed her lips. "...No. His clothes would surely give him away." She nodded. "And the corn cob kernels too."
"And how will Tyler make his money?"
"He sells corn, because that is also his preferred food."
"So he's a farmer?"
"Tractors are worth millions."
"Tractors are worth a lot but they're often given on loans." Joanna replied as she wheeled herself over to them. "What's that?"
"Tyler. He likes corn." Nikki replied.
"Hey," Taylor turned to the girl, "have a good Sunday?"
"It was okay. Though I do have some good news. My family has scheduled an appointment with Limbmaster. I'm going to be able to walk again." The smile she gave was tired and not all that happy.
"Wait, what?" Taylor blinked. "When's the appointment?"
"A few days. We can't afford one of the special ones that mimic a spine. Just one that'll let me walk again. Guess I can't complain all that much." Joanna answered, smirking.
"That's great," and it really was. "I actually saw her yesterday."
Joanna blinked. "Still all flesh and bone?"
"Taylor wouldn't get a limb replaced." Nikki stated as she stared at her plushie.
"Oh. Oh. No. She had a booth open at the market with Parian." Taylor made a weak gesture. "I've got all my limbs."
"I dunno. Maybe if we nick you, you'll bleed oil." Joanna replied with a grin.
"Nonesense. Taylor is the same as she was before the weekend." Nikki replied as she looked up from her dapper corvid. "Would you not be the one 'bleeding oil' as you put it?"
"Does tinkertech even use oil?" Taylor asked.
Joanna shrugged. "Who knows? I don't think Tinkers know either. Honestly, I think no one knows anything for sure about powers."
"Most do not." Nikki agreed. "Most are ignorant, but some likely know more."
Taylor shrugged. She was a parahuman and barely understood anything about her power, much less how it actually functioned. Made sense for others to be in the same boat.
"I th-"
The warning bell went off, cutting the conversation short.
Still, the day was shaping up nicely.
This is what I get for trying to save on the bus fare.
The weather was nice enough that Taylor had been walking between two bus stops on her way home, on the edge of some suburbans, when she heard something.
A growl.
She could feel the giant showing the barest amount of want to… manifest. It was like what had happened with Kage, but nowhere near the need for violence their connection had given her then.
It took a few seconds to realize where the noise was coming from.
A dog, a particularly large one, was digging through a trash can on a front lawn. Well, digging implied that the dumpster was not tipped over, spilling its contents across the driveway and part of the street.
Taylor was pretty sure that the dog did not belong to whoever owned the house, given that it was missing an eye and had a few sickly wounds.
Scavenging might be more accurate.
Or had been.
Right now it was staring directly at her.
Then it took a slow step towards her.
Then another.
[] Run away
-[] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
[] Try to fight it off by herself
[] Hope no one is around and summon giant
-[] Kill it
-[] Flee
[] Try to hide/climb up on something
[] Maybe it's friendly Hahaha no
Author's note: Hello! Hi! Greetings! I said I wasn't dead and I am indeed not dead. There was going to be a social option at school, but giving the gift just kinda ballooned. Oh well.
Taylor very specifically doesn't know if other people are around because she is kinda focused on the possibly rabid dog. So it's a crapshoot.
Thank you for all the votes last chapter!
People screamed.
Most panicked.
You could tell by how their stance was, light, as if to bolt in a different direction.
Some ran.
Others ran towards where it had been.
Even to the shadow, that seemed ill-advised.
The girl stood by and watched.
She seemed curious to what the others thought for some reason.
All the shadow knew was that it would stay by the girl and protect her. Yet nothing worth it's intervention appeared.
A red blur.
A lithe man in a blood coloured body suit appeared.
The screams stopped. The growing panic abated.
The girl watched on in naked interest.
What was so special about the man?
It took the shadow a moment to realize what it was.
The red man could moved fast. Faster than any mortal man should move. The shadow could go faster, but it bent nature to its whims, it struggled against them.
This human casually, effortlessly moved at great speeds.
It's eyes narrowed.
It wasn't training.
The man moved in a way that suggested some form of it, but nothing that should give him the ability to outrun an arrow.
The all-consuming screech within it's mind receded enough with it's curiosity.
Within a short time later, a number of particularly boxy metal vehicles showed up, armoured soldiers spilling forth with strange contraptions. Black and bulky, they moved with a trained wariness. Jumpy almost. They couldn't be anything but soldiers.
The one who spoke with a tone of command had even the fast one looking at him in askance.
That ran counter to what the shadow had been piecing together.
The fast man seemed to be some form of champion, but champions as far as the shadow knew were loath to take commands from those who only commanded via authority that willingly. From the shadow's… experience.
It was hard for the shadow to parse what it was thinking.
It had experienced being in the fast man's place before, and it could recall raging against the ones who commanded by dint of their authority alone. Knowing that it could crush that one with barely an afterthought.
The masses of humanity answered questions the soldiers asked them.
If the shadow had to guess, they pertained to itself.
A roar came close to them, sounding off the buildings, refracting into echoes.
A blue man arrived, covered in a different set of armour.
The crowd became… excited. The opposite of panic. The kind a hero arriving should create.
The girl was riveted by him.
The man was dangerous. The shadow knew it, unlike the fast man, the blue man was dangerous.
For one, he had some kind of weapon. A proper weapon at that. The shadow had yet to see anyone actually holding a proper weapon since the appearing. Then there was his physique. He was nearing the limit that a mortal man could do without getting to the level of grotesqueness. That spoke to training in far excess of the black armoured soldiers.
More, it was the way he moved.
It was unnatural.
Not that it was disconcerting to the shadow, but rather it was unnatural for living things to move like this.
The closest the shadow could compare it to, was how the bird girl moved, except, while that one had a seeming lack of grace, this man moved more akin to ideal movements. Nothing wasted. Every motion efficient.
Mortal or immortal, it didn't matter, no one should move that way. Anything human, that was. Moving that way in combat was one thing, but outside? It was downright odd.
Something else was afoot.
Then there was his armour.
It was made out of something that the shadow couldn't quite divine the material of.
Something… something was not right with it.
The shadow knew it could have figured this out in the past, it knew down to its very core of self that it had once been able to figure out something like this.
The sense of loss, that it was lesser than it had been was felt again, anew.
The blue man started to wave something around the area that the shadow had manifested.
That got the girl's attention, and she beat a hasty exit, staring with concern back at the blue man.
Blue man never noticed.
"Hey, Nikki?"
It was early morning before classes started on Monday, before their other sorta-friend arrived.
Nikki looked up from her art-pad, smiling softly. "Hello Taylor. Was yesterday a good day?"
"Yup." It was something of a white lie. Yesterday… not much had happened. At least Saturday she got to shoot a gun. "So." The word escaped her before she could figure out a better way to say this. "You know how you got me a phone?"
"I do." Nikki affirmed. "Did it run out of hours? It should have plenty left."
"Uh, no." Taylor didn't know if she would ever run out of hours on it; five hundred hours was a lot of hours. She'd only used it to call the library so far to test it and make sure it worked. "But. I got you a gift." Out from her backpack she pulled the fancily wrapped box. "It's from a cape."
Nikki blinked. "A box? From a cape? How odd." She smiled a touch more cheekily. "May I open it now?" She asked as she gently took the box from Taylor.
Taylor gestured to the box. "Go for it."
Nikki did not tear at the wrapping paper. Instead she picked at the tape until it came off, and then gently pulled the box out of the resulting sleeve.
Then, just as carefully, she opened the box and blinked. "Its a crow?" She asked in surprise, gently inspecting the dapper bird.
"It's a corvid. Like your birds." Except with a top hat and suit, though that went without saying. "I bought him from Parian. For you. As thanks."
"Oh. Well. Thank you." Nikki stated, her surprise evident on her face as she moved the bird around slowly. "That is..." she trailed off. "I have never gotten a gift from a friend before."
The Russian girl looked utterly stumped.
"Never…?" Taylor was poleaxed by the statement.
Nikki shook her head. "I was not… allowed outside much. Not after what happened to my siblings." She gently made the bird flap its wings. "I did not have friends before coming to America."
"Well." What the heck do you say to that, even? "Now you have another friend." She gestured to the plushie. "You even get to name him."
"I will call him Tyler. As he was given to me by Taylor." Nikki replied as she held him aloft. "And he is a tailored corvid, ready to go make money and head to big fancy meetings."
Taylor snorted. "What kind of big fancy meetings is Tyler going to?"
"...a BBQ." Nikki replied, actually saying the letters. "He will eat all the corn on the cob, while staying immaculate."
Taylor hummed for a moment. "Do you think your bird friends would think he is one of their own?"
Nikki pursed her lips. "...No. His clothes would surely give him away." She nodded. "And the corn cob kernels too."
"And how will Tyler make his money?"
"He sells corn, because that is also his preferred food."
"So he's a farmer?"
"Tractors are worth millions."
"Tractors are worth a lot but they're often given on loans." Joanna replied as she wheeled herself over to them. "What's that?"
"Tyler. He likes corn." Nikki replied.
"Hey," Taylor turned to the girl, "have a good Sunday?"
"It was okay. Though I do have some good news. My family has scheduled an appointment with Limbmaster. I'm going to be able to walk again." The smile she gave was tired and not all that happy.
"Wait, what?" Taylor blinked. "When's the appointment?"
"A few days. We can't afford one of the special ones that mimic a spine. Just one that'll let me walk again. Guess I can't complain all that much." Joanna answered, smirking.
"That's great," and it really was. "I actually saw her yesterday."
Joanna blinked. "Still all flesh and bone?"
"Taylor wouldn't get a limb replaced." Nikki stated as she stared at her plushie.
"Oh. Oh. No. She had a booth open at the market with Parian." Taylor made a weak gesture. "I've got all my limbs."
"I dunno. Maybe if we nick you, you'll bleed oil." Joanna replied with a grin.
"Nonesense. Taylor is the same as she was before the weekend." Nikki replied as she looked up from her dapper corvid. "Would you not be the one 'bleeding oil' as you put it?"
"Does tinkertech even use oil?" Taylor asked.
Joanna shrugged. "Who knows? I don't think Tinkers know either. Honestly, I think no one knows anything for sure about powers."
"Most do not." Nikki agreed. "Most are ignorant, but some likely know more."
Taylor shrugged. She was a parahuman and barely understood anything about her power, much less how it actually functioned. Made sense for others to be in the same boat.
"I th-"
The warning bell went off, cutting the conversation short.
Still, the day was shaping up nicely.
This is what I get for trying to save on the bus fare.
The weather was nice enough that Taylor had been walking between two bus stops on her way home, on the edge of some suburbans, when she heard something.
A growl.
She could feel the giant showing the barest amount of want to… manifest. It was like what had happened with Kage, but nowhere near the need for violence their connection had given her then.
It took a few seconds to realize where the noise was coming from.
A dog, a particularly large one, was digging through a trash can on a front lawn. Well, digging implied that the dumpster was not tipped over, spilling its contents across the driveway and part of the street.
Taylor was pretty sure that the dog did not belong to whoever owned the house, given that it was missing an eye and had a few sickly wounds.
Scavenging might be more accurate.
Or had been.
Right now it was staring directly at her.
Then it took a slow step towards her.
Then another.
[] Run away
-[] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
[] Try to fight it off by herself
[] Hope no one is around and summon giant
-[] Kill it
-[] Flee
[] Try to hide/climb up on something
Author's note: Hello! Hi! Greetings! I said I wasn't dead and I am indeed not dead. There was going to be a social option at school, but giving the gift just kinda ballooned. Oh well.
Taylor very specifically doesn't know if other people are around because she is kinda focused on the possibly rabid dog. So it's a crapshoot.
Thank you for all the votes last chapter!
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I want to say kill it, but we dunno if it's just a random dog or some bs experiment.
[X] Run away
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
Edit: Berserker can handle it regardless, but I wanna try doing this normally.
[X] Run away
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
Edit: Berserker can handle it regardless, but I wanna try doing this normally.
Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
Technically, when dealing with a dog, or most wild animals, your best bet is to stop and back away. You don't turn around and run because that will encourage it to chase you. Your next best move is to back up and circle around it to continue on your way. However none of that is an option, and it doesn't mention write-ins.
Edit: another thing to keep in mind is that an aggressive or territorial dog will growl as a threat. This dog might actually be friendly and just approaching in curiosity...
Edit: another thing to keep in mind is that an aggressive or territorial dog will growl as a threat. This dog might actually be friendly and just approaching in curiosity...
Also, there's something about the description of the dog that reminds me of one of Rachel's dogs, but that's not enough to go off of with 100% certainty.
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I'd say tentatively it's under run away but Taylor hasn't owned a dog and might not know that...
[X] Try to hide/climb up on something
Given Berserker's reaction and the fact that it's a dog in Brockton, my money's on one of Rachel's strays. Only wrinkle in that is that I'm relatively sure her power heals dogs when they get transformed and this one seems to be in pretty rough shape, but idk.
Given Berserker's reaction and the fact that it's a dog in Brockton, my money's on one of Rachel's strays. Only wrinkle in that is that I'm relatively sure her power heals dogs when they get transformed and this one seems to be in pretty rough shape, but idk.
Your vote isn't properly formatted, y'need to "x" in your boxes
[X] Run away
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] Run away
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
Please don't kill the poor hungry dog lmaoo
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
--[X] Summon Giant if it gets too close
Please don't kill the poor hungry dog lmaoo
Aporia 03.07
[X] Run away
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
It hadn't attacked her yet.
No need to summon the giant. For now.
Taylor couldn't keep her eyes off the dog, as she took a step back.
Then another.
The dog kept padding towards her, its growl increasing in volume.
She started to backpedal faster.
The growling started to quiet as a gap opened up between the two of them.
By the time she had pulled out her cellphone, the dog had returned to the trash littering the street.
...she did have to look up the number for animal control. Having a web browser on her phone was really handy.
[] Patrol – Go search for trouble [QA would vote for this but is currently looking over data. QA was disappointed that there was no parahumans encountered but was interested on how Taylor used the giant with the thief and the effect it had on the crowd.]
[] Research Local – Find out what's going on with the cape scene in Brockton Bay
[] Power experimentation – Taylor is going to mess around with her power/prep for exciting part of cape life
[] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
[] Cape social (Taylor doesn't know any capes yet) – Talk to another cape
Author's note: Nothing special. Just power related voting.
For reference, fighting it, the friendly option, or the hiding option would have ended up in Taylor getting bitten and possibly going to the hospital. Summoning the giant would have caused a dice roll to see if anyone else saw it but would have auto success for keeping Taylor safe. Walking away was the smart option. By a long, long shot. Usually I don't have clear cut things like this.
-[X] Call animal control, for once Taylor is remembering she has a cellphone
It hadn't attacked her yet.
No need to summon the giant. For now.
Taylor couldn't keep her eyes off the dog, as she took a step back.
Then another.
The dog kept padding towards her, its growl increasing in volume.
She started to backpedal faster.
The growling started to quiet as a gap opened up between the two of them.
By the time she had pulled out her cellphone, the dog had returned to the trash littering the street.
...she did have to look up the number for animal control. Having a web browser on her phone was really handy.
[] Patrol – Go search for trouble [QA would vote for this but is currently looking over data. QA was disappointed that there was no parahumans encountered but was interested on how Taylor used the giant with the thief and the effect it had on the crowd.]
[] Research Local – Find out what's going on with the cape scene in Brockton Bay
[] Power experimentation – Taylor is going to mess around with her power/prep for exciting part of cape life
[] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
Author's note: Nothing special. Just power related voting.
For reference, fighting it, the friendly option, or the hiding option would have ended up in Taylor getting bitten and possibly going to the hospital. Summoning the giant would have caused a dice roll to see if anyone else saw it but would have auto success for keeping Taylor safe. Walking away was the smart option. By a long, long shot. Usually I don't have clear cut things like this.
[X] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
That was...anticlimactic. But sometimes that's just what you want.
That was...anticlimactic. But sometimes that's just what you want.
- Location
- United States
[X] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
[X] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
- Location
- Oklahoma
[X] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape
get the Giant some aviators and cigars to style on bad guys yas
get the Giant some aviators and cigars to style on bad guys yas