Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
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Here have another.
You are making my day! Also accurate!
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Gonna be a bit before I can properly read and comment but I will.
Much appreciated my dude, take your time!
Probably the one where QA can override the will of the people.
InfinitusAnimous
The indomitable will of man and Software Developer
- Location
- The Core
[X] QA will give out side quests for the occasional boost.
SaberFail
All Ideas. No Skills. a bit hungry
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Why did I get a notification saying you're quoting my post? I didn't make that post. SV is drunk
SV is partying too hard.
[X] QA will have override authority for a chapter's vote once every ten chapters for consistent resource fulfillment.
lets be honest, we definitely need the constant boost, this game has only just begun
lets be honest, we definitely need the constant boost, this game has only just begun
QA: [Amusement]
- Location
- France
If this was the goal then it's well done, but in the end what it results in for me is skipping paragraphs because I don't enjoy dealing with this. I'm just, not interested in the reading experience of barely being able to tell what's even happening in the story and being frustrated.
Anyways,
[X] QA will give out side quests for the occasional boost.
That's fair. I actually am planning on doing a version of the chapter without the interference at some point. It'll show up in apocrypha.
[X] QA will have override authority for a chapter's vote once every ten chapters for consistent resource fulfillment.
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Eye of the Mind bitch!
You must be this high ranked with a non-NP attack to harm him, do not pass go not collect $200
The way you captured his physical ability and the zaniness of the Simurgh's vision was excellent.
Aporia 03.Interlude - No Interference
The tenth time she descends had come.
It was not her tenth target.
Nor was it her hundredth.
Or her thousandth.
Study, analyze, implement.
There was a singular purpose for her activation; to war with her creator.
Canberra did not hold a particular reason to be attacked, rather it was an opportunity to create ripples without a stone.
It was not her tenth target.
Nor was it her hundredth.
Or her thousandth.
Study, analyze, implement.
There was a singular purpose for her activation; to war with her creator.
Canberra did not hold a particular reason to be attacked, rather it was an opportunity to create ripples without a stone.
In a way, that made it the most confounding for the subjects.
What made her true targets so hard for them to identify is that she truly did nothing to them physically; their brains weren't modified, their memories untouched. No part of her song had actually touched them. She had merely set up the dominoes for later; a single tweak elsewhere is what set off the chain.
Units of time did not matter much to her.
A push, a nudge, a shove.
Units of time did not matter much to her.
A push, a nudge, a shove.
She approached over the sparsely populated land.
There were a negligible points of interest.
She came to a rest atop a war memorial. A singular foot nearly grazing it.
Seven minutes ago, her attentions had become clear.
Three minutes ago the defenders had started to gather.
Fifteen seconds ago her nemesis had arrived.
Seventeen different subjects currently attempt to impede her.
Her creator is throwing a palm up, and she must tilt a building to adjust a beam shot from one of his compatriots to foul it up. She does not move as none of the other subjects are able to get close enough to get an unmolested attack at her.
She will send one hundred and fifty five rocks at the subject that will surge out of the forcefields. It will result in the eighth death of the gathering.
In two minutes, most of the subjects will be forced back as their armbands will tell them as such. Without the cover that is provided by the one creating forcefields, the ninth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth. subjects will become deceased.
In six minutes the third lines of defenders will break before the fourth line can arrive. She will then move to her next point of saturation.
In seven minutes the first clash with her creator should have ended.
In two minutes, most of the subjects will be forced back as their armbands will tell them as such. Without the cover that is provided by the one creating forcefields, the ninth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth. subjects will become deceased.
In six minutes the third lines of defenders will break before the fourth line can arrive. She will then move to her next point of saturation.
In seven minutes the first clash with her creator should have ended.
This she didn't know for a fact. She was blind to him, only ever able to see his actions as ripples the stone left. Yet she knew him. Knew that he would step in. An eighty seven percent likelihood within the first minute of contact.
Seventy-one percent he would be forced to retreat after ten minutes.
Her ongoing construction would force him back.
She is mostly sure.
She can only postulate and theorize on what he will do.
Seventy-one percent he would be forced to retreat after ten minutes.
Her ongoing construction would force him back.
She is mostly sure.
She can only postulate and theorize on what he will do.
In a hundred and eighty seven minutes the evacuation would be considered complete. The subjects opposing her would then withdraw. That was how long of a window she had to push him.
It was not joy, nor happiness, but perhaps the closest thing to satisfaction she could get was observing the chaos he created. The more desperate each gathering made him, the wilder he became in the intervening segments.
Each act, every step he made rustled the wind around him, cascading in ways that changed the smallest and the largest.
There was nau-
Something appeared.
It had not appeared in the future, until now.
Nor the past.
There were no disruptions to her pretercognition.
It just appeared in the past, standing beneath her.
It was the facsimile of a man, yet it was not, for a man could not be it's shape or size… or velocity.
She observed a quarter ton of meat and sinew slammed into her in the past and for a bladed-club that she couldn't determine what it was slam into her with enough force to ruffle the trees a mile away.
This was new.
Unexpected.
Her creator's hand was not part of this. High certainty.
Unexpected.
Her creator's hand was not part of this. High certainty.
The other blind-spot was similarly most likely not the cause; it was half a hemisphere away. High certainty.
The Eye's host had stopped it's motion. The fleshcrafter stared at her in askance. High to middling certainty.
Similarly, the others around her viewed it's appearance with surprise.
It was not a hitherto unknown force that the creator's organization had made.
It's past ended with it's appearance in Canberra.
It's future end here.
It's mind is completely incomprehensible to her senses.
It is not like a blindspot.
It is not akin to having insufficient authority to interact with it.
It was labyrinthine, fracturing into a puzzle that changed every pulse she sent out.
It is not like a blindspot.
It is not akin to having insufficient authority to interact with it.
It was labyrinthine, fracturing into a puzzle that changed every pulse she sent out.
A puzzle that she could not interact with.
This was an aberration.
It followed the path that she saw, raining blows upon her with one arm while the other latched onto her throat.
Perhaps not a true aberration.
The first strike had shattered a dozen layers. The next strike bit into another five layers.
Chunks of concrete, three hundred thousand, six hundred and twenty two, varying from the size of an automobile to that of a thread pulled from a parking lot.
They had no effect; they shattered and turned into dust as she grounded them against it.
They had no effect; they shattered and turned into dust as she grounded them against it.
The other subjects had not stopped their attempts. Nor had she forgotten them.
The ninth died as a crossing sign embedded into her throat, causing the subject to break into two.
The aberration had broken the thirty first layer.
Ichor flowed down it's porcelain exterior.
It was not pride, for she did not hold any, but there was a level of respect she held.
This impugned upon it.
This impugned upon it.
A rock shifted, a building fractured, a tire turned.
A thousand adjustments. Made in parallel. Models for the future changed.
She turned, her creator's attack causing the aberration to implode in an explosion of red-hot visceral, obscuring her as she repositione-
The past and the future disagreed.
The aberration had moved a quarter foot to the right.
Her creator's attack had missed.
Thirty-fifth layer had been breached.
A shift. Five tilts. Fourteen mirror fragments shine.
A concentrated blast from the creator's associate aggregated with another's. The beams collimated, gaining detritus that was tinged with a grey that made its volume decrease.
The aberration's lower torso is vapourized into dust, a rot spreading-
The aberration's lower torso is vapourized into dust, a rot spreading-
Her precognition changed to align with her postcognition as the moment passes.
The beam had no effect on the aberration.
Thirty-eighth layer has been damaged.
Direct action was required.
Wings move in a blinding speed. She is unable to feel any feedback as the future showed it's right arm coming off. It was with it's second wing, moving in the shadow of it's first that rips through it's chest-
The first wing was dodged before it touched; the aberration using her hair to move.
Her hair flickered in it's grasp, losing any of the tensile strength it had, dropping the aberration.
The future agrees with the past after the present happens.
She swatted the aberration with a billboard advertisement with perhaps a mite more force than what was required. The resulting hit broke the sound barrier thrice over as the aberration left the postal code.
In forty three seconds it would reappear.
She had fallen behind on her schedule.
Plans were adjusted.
Plans were adjusted.
The second wave of subjects were running close to their time limit.
The one throwing darts of frozen water had her flesh rended from her by a two foot section of gravel.
A young male holding a forcefield as a shield fell, the ground adjusting under his weight and putting him in direct line to a shot that reduced him to a pair of legs.
Another spewing molten rock did not survive the cover crushing her into a singular square meter of space.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
The one throwing darts of frozen water had her flesh rended from her by a two foot section of gravel.
A young male holding a forcefield as a shield fell, the ground adjusting under his weight and putting him in direct line to a shot that reduced him to a pair of legs.
Another spewing molten rock did not survive the cover crushing her into a singular square meter of space.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
In eleven seconds, as many had fallen.
Thirty one seconds until the aberration returned.
Her mind was only by the slimmest estimation similar to her creator's.
Her focus was not limited to a singular act.
Her focus was not limited to a singular act.
Administrative computers ordered themselves into component parts.
Copper. Silicon. Hafnium. Tantalum. Palladium.
Pieces that predate the arrival move.
Areoplanes realign.
In the whirl of detritus making up the barrier, iconography dip into view.
The first subject was being primed.
The second subject has already been primed.
The third, fourth, five and sixth subjects have yet to arrive.
The fourth wave of subjects arrive.
Copper. Silicon. Hafnium. Tantalum. Palladium.
Pieces that predate the arrival move.
Areoplanes realign.
In the whirl of detritus making up the barrier, iconography dip into view.
The first subject was being primed.
The second subject has already been primed.
The third, fourth, five and sixth subjects have yet to arrive.
The fourth wave of subjects arrive.
For the first time in her existence, she feels something.
In the present.
It is not through the physical aesthetics that she adopts.
It overlays with her pretercognition, it's wavelength mixing and melding, the frequency to leave it's orderly functions.
Each hundredth of a second wave she sends out is affected.
The faulty return pings have feeling to them.
The past deadens and brightens.
The future catches and jumps in twitches.
The future changes.
In the present.
It is not through the physical aesthetics that she adopts.
It overlays with her pretercognition, it's wavelength mixing and melding, the frequency to leave it's orderly functions.
Each hundredth of a second wave she sends out is affected.
The faulty return pings have feeling to them.
The past deadens and brightens.
The future catches and jumps in twitches.
The future changes.
In a tenth of a second the aberration arrives.
She pirouettes, it's velocity sending it further, at near suborbital-escape-
She pirouettes, it's velocity sending it further, at near suborbital-escape-
The future changes.
The aberration stops dead in the air.
It is her that was sent away, burrowing into the ground and into the river.
The aberration is the cause of it. High certainty.
The construction underneath the dome widens.
The construction underneath the dome widens.
She tilts to avoid next strike.
The aberration glows red.
The aberration glows red.
She changes her frequency to match the carillon on the nearest island.
Constructive interference fails until the fourth pulse.
Constructive interference fails until the fourth pulse.
It misses.
The subjects start to retreat.
Three of her wings thrust at it in a way that can not be dodged, hemming it back-
The subjects start to retreat.
Three of her wings thrust at it in a way that can not be dodged, hemming it back-
The future changes.
It grabbed one of her wings.
She twists the wing to shred it's hand.
The aberration's hand is mangled into a ruin.
The creator does a gesture.
The aberration's hand is mangled into a ruin.
The creator does a gesture.
A wing glows pink before turning purple.
She pivots, causing the aberration's internals to melt into g-
The future changes.
It's sharpened club slams into her face, denting her nose, physically pushing her out of the air and into the water.
The cannon underneath the dome fires.
The future changes.
The shot deflects off it's club and burns feathers off a wing.
The second shot from another blew a volleyball sized hole into the aberration's knee.
It does not slow down his vault into the water.
The force of the impact caused the riverbed to appear as she ascended.
The force of the impact caused the riverbed to appear as she ascended.
She found a pattern.
Six shots fired from the cracked dome.
The future changes.
Three missed.
Two hit the aberration and did nothing.
One was met with it's club, slicing the beam in twain.
She came to a rest over the carillon.
The black attired subject tried to hit her at mach six.
The attempt aborted when a new salvo came from the dome.
Her constructs came streaming out from their foundry.
The aberration screamed at her.
The attempt aborted when a new salvo came from the dome.
Her constructs came streaming out from their foundry.
The aberration screamed at her.
Timelines, probabilities, the future, the past… fidelity was lost by forty-three percent.
This aberration would not survive this fight.
This aberration would not survive this fight.
A fusillade of seventeen answered it.
The salvo ri-
The salvo ri-
The future changes.
Two caused damage; a pinprick in the upper abdominal that went the whole way through and a golf ball sized hole taking off a toe.
In return it had closed the distance.
It's ruined hand had half healed as it grabbed her foot and yanked her from her perch, deepening the river channel by six meters with her body.
Wings created a whirlwind.
The aberration moved faster than baseline humans could register.
Thirty-eight fired.
It was not enough.
Fifty-three fired.
The aberration was down twenty-eight percent of it's bodily volume.
The creator said something.
Nineteen attacks came in. Only four were relevant. Her armoury would meet them in mid-air.
She advances upon the aberration, her arsenal orbiting them as they met.
Slash. Twist. Stab. Swing. Lunge. Fire. Deflect. Deflect. Fire.
Nineteen attacks came in. Only four were relevant. Her armoury would meet them in mid-air.
She advances upon the aberration, her arsenal orbiting them as they met.
Slash. Twist. Stab. Swing. Lunge. Fire. Deflect. Deflect. Fire.
What she had come to realize was that the aberration only caused the future and past to change when put in lethal danger.
Stab. Stab. Fire. Whirl. Ascend. Slash. Fire. Fire. Fire.
There were deviations, but small enough that she could account for them as long as she avoided lethal harm.
Fire. Slash. Stab. Twist. Deflect. Slash. Stab. Fire. Descend. Fire.
Taking that into account, it was not hard for her to put the aberration on the back foot.
Sidestep. Fire. Whirl. Fire. Slash. Slash. Slice. Deflect. Cut. Lacerate.
The harder part was making every missed shot push off the creator's group.
Fire. Whirl. Whirl. Slash. Deflect. Stab. Mangle. Fire. Fire.
Even then she was having to augment it with subtle tweaks.
Stab. Fire. Deflect. Split. Fire. Slit. Rip. Rip. Mangle. Rive.
Increasing the noticeable part of her impulses was making them wary.
Cleave. Fire. Hack. Slash. Cleave. Carve. Slash. Whirl.
Without the disruptions, the aberration was merely physically strong.
Rend. Rive. Fire. Break. Deflect. Rive. Carve. Reduce. Dissect.
The disruptions are the only danger it could pose.
Pierce.
Each of the aberration's limbs are separated into segments, each skewered on a wing.
The torso with gleaming eyes stared balefully at her as she held it's heart in her hand.
The torso with gleaming eyes stared balefully at her as she held it's heart in her hand.
Curiously, it still lived.
She crushed the still beating organ before separating it's head from it's body.
The accursed noise finally ended.
The past. The future. All were clear once more.
Like a cat, she shook herself, ridding herself of the visceral that clung to her physical aesthetics.
She no longer felt the present.
The past. The future. All were clear once more.
Like a cat, she shook herself, ridding herself of the visceral that clung to her physical aesthetics.
She no longer felt the present.
Her physical body was pure white once more.
She lazily tilted to face her creator.
Not a single splotch dotted her.
She smiled.
That was the exact moment everything fell apart.
The future changed.
The future changed.
With an explosion of interference, the aberration dug the tip of its weapon forty-one layers deep into her torso.
How?
She was done doing this handicapped.
She was done doing this handicapped.
Sixteen wings tore off it's limbs before a fusillade reduced the aberration down to the atomic le-
She flitted backwards.
The aberration did not let her create distance.
She ascended.
It grabbed one of her wings with both hands, dropping its weapon.
What was the purpose?
Planting both of its feet on her back, it pulled.
She had mapped its strength. She knew the aberration's limits. It could n-
The future dimmed.
The future dimmed.
There was no recalculating the to-be, it merely darkened. It was not interference, it was more similar to when the aberration dodged.
She boosted her impulses to their full output.
For a moment, her precognition became bright, a full picture before it began to dim as well.
It cascaded, increasingly every hundredth of a second until it blackened entirely.
It cascaded, increasingly every hundredth of a second until it blackened entirely.
The future was lost to her.
She was merely left with the past.
She twirled, her wings edging their way under the aberration's grasp, pushing.
It was with a singular resounding crack that the future came back to her.
She was missing a wing.
The aberration held the wing in one hand and it's sharpened club in the other.
Both came into contact with her.
She descended the forty seven miles she had ascended to in under five seconds.
The crater her physical aesthetic left was the largest on the planet since the last nuclear warhead had gone off.
Removing herself from the ground, she waited for the next attack.
And waited.
The interference disappeared.
And waited.
The interference disappeared.
Yet she could not find a singular point where the next attack would come from the aberration.
So too had the aberration disappeared from her range.
It left her… cautious.
The aberration had appeared without any warning initially.
Without any impending attack that she could divine, she had time. The city of Canberra could wait. It's defenders would not venture out to her.
She looked.
She looked.
Without the aberration present, she was able to focus on the past without interference.
She could not find it's origin point, but she could review it's appearance and struggle with a fine toothed comb.
It had strength that belied what physical musculature could physically do. It had ripped a wing off of her; not one of the bigger ones but sizable all the same. The wing was gone. The aberration had forced her to hit the ground at comparable energy output of a small nuclear yield weapon.
...dozens of different angles were her perspective...
The aberration had been able to change the future without creating a blindspot. That was dangerous for her. She couldn't model around it. The aberration could change the entire future on a seeming whim. It was able to predict her attacks.
...a hundred different views she looked through...
Death had not stopped it; she had removed it's heart and sliced it into eighty-four parts. There was no temporal anomaly that would signify it could reverse time. Had it simply healed itself completely? She would go for wounding in the future.
...over a thousand vantage points measured the aberration...
There was another effect she had not fully noted- the aberration had immunity to many abilities. Sometimes it broke the future but other times it did not. It also seemed to gain them upon being killed. Her wings had little to no effect on it, nor did any of the constructs she created, after it's apparent 'death'.
...in every singular viewpoint the aberration's glowing eyes looked directly at her.
She changed the location of each observation point in the past. A thousand and five spots changed.
She changed the location of each observation point in the past. A thousand and five spots changed.
The aberration's head did not move as far as she could see, yet it looked straight at her, eyes flaring.
A thousand and five threads moved.
The aberration tracked her motion.
She cut all the threads.
She took a step back.
She took a step back.
She had not meant to.
Her physical aesthetic only did what she directed it to do. There was no expression on her face because there was no reason to. No weakness to be exploited because she didn't permit there to be any. Likewise there had been no reason to take a step back.
Why had she taken a step back?
The answer came all too quickly.
How couldn't it?
She had caused it in millions, billions. She knew what it was inside and out; she toyed with the concept on such an utterly deep level that it gave her notoriety the world over.
She understood it on an intrinsic level, even if she had never felt it before.
She was afraid.
Why had she taken a step back?
The answer came all too quickly.
How couldn't it?
She had caused it in millions, billions. She knew what it was inside and out; she toyed with the concept on such an utterly deep level that it gave her notoriety the world over.
She understood it on an intrinsic level, even if she had never felt it before.
She was afraid.
Author's Note: I think it's a different read like this that I enjoy. What's funny is while this is quite good without the interference, the alignment which I threw in last minute... removing that makes this look like hot garbage. Also thank you for everyone that has been discussing the chapter!
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