Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
- Thread starter Jefardi
- Start date
- Crossover Modern Superhero
Parodos 04.07.02
[X] Southwest (Commercial District & Downtown South) {E88}
This was without a doubt one of the nicer parts of the city.
Taylor included the boardwalk in that estimation- it was basically mostly a tourist trap. Here it was just a well maintained area. It said something that it was also where most of the remaining industry in the city lay.
The light rain still kept many people from being out and about. Overcast skies led to darkened streets.
That was until Taylor noticed a flicker of white, gone in an instant.
It took the fourth time for it to happen and not flickering out of view that she started to fast-walk towards that direction.
Her first thought was that it was Purity or perhaps one of the New Wave members.
She was wrong.
White and black flames danced across a building, several of them, consuming the emaciated hulks. One of them was a warehouse but it had spread into something that Taylor was going to guess was a refinery and then to a further four. The flames flickered in the light of the dying sun, utterly silent except for the buildings beginning to crack and groan- the inferno seemed to almost savour the taste of dwindling kindling.
It almost looked like it came from a silent black and white movie- monochromatic in nature and stuttering.
It was actually difficult to see, physically. The flame didn't give off light as the coloration might suggest, rather it seemed to eat the light that dared to get close, the sun's rays not passing through whatever they touched.
Dozens, maybe even hundreds people fled- the flood of the masses unbounded in their terror as they streamed in all directions.
Which is why one singular figure stood out amongst them all to Taylor- she instinctively knew the source of the unfolding tragedy.
Standing in-front of the silent inferno was what looked like a hobo at first glance. Torn and filthy clothes hanging disheveled from their body gave the impression at least. But a second look only highlighted the figures white hair and tar black skin.
The figure stood there, transfixed on the monotone fire.
Entranced, spellbound by every lick, every flicker of the maelstrom of white and the absence of it, the figure stared at it- in supplication to it.
[] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
[] Attack the figure with the giant!
[] Try and have the giant snuff out the fire… somehow? {Please give suggestions outside of votes for this}
Author's note: Well, I rolled for who Taylor encountered. We got this. Huzzah?
The Empire was actually rather unlikely to be encountered simply because its immediately after the Endbringer event.
Anywho, please vote and discuss. I don't have much else to say this time around.
This was without a doubt one of the nicer parts of the city.
Taylor included the boardwalk in that estimation- it was basically mostly a tourist trap. Here it was just a well maintained area. It said something that it was also where most of the remaining industry in the city lay.
The light rain still kept many people from being out and about. Overcast skies led to darkened streets.
That was until Taylor noticed a flicker of white, gone in an instant.
It took the fourth time for it to happen and not flickering out of view that she started to fast-walk towards that direction.
Her first thought was that it was Purity or perhaps one of the New Wave members.
She was wrong.
White and black flames danced across a building, several of them, consuming the emaciated hulks. One of them was a warehouse but it had spread into something that Taylor was going to guess was a refinery and then to a further four. The flames flickered in the light of the dying sun, utterly silent except for the buildings beginning to crack and groan- the inferno seemed to almost savour the taste of dwindling kindling.
It almost looked like it came from a silent black and white movie- monochromatic in nature and stuttering.
It was actually difficult to see, physically. The flame didn't give off light as the coloration might suggest, rather it seemed to eat the light that dared to get close, the sun's rays not passing through whatever they touched.
Dozens, maybe even hundreds people fled- the flood of the masses unbounded in their terror as they streamed in all directions.
Which is why one singular figure stood out amongst them all to Taylor- she instinctively knew the source of the unfolding tragedy.
Standing in-front of the silent inferno was what looked like a hobo at first glance. Torn and filthy clothes hanging disheveled from their body gave the impression at least. But a second look only highlighted the figures white hair and tar black skin.
The figure stood there, transfixed on the monotone fire.
Entranced, spellbound by every lick, every flicker of the maelstrom of white and the absence of it, the figure stared at it- in supplication to it.
[] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
[] Attack the figure with the giant!
[] Try and have the giant snuff out the fire… somehow? {Please give suggestions outside of votes for this}
1-15 ???
16-52 Indie villains
53-64 ???
65-77 ???
78-99 ???
100 - ???
44
1-8 ???
9 ???
10-12 Fire
13 ???
14-15 ???
16 ???
17-19 ???
20 ???
12
1d10 - severity
9
16-52 Indie villains
53-64 ???
65-77 ???
78-99 ???
100 - ???
44
1-8 ???
9 ???
10-12 Fire
13 ???
14-15 ???
16 ???
17-19 ???
20 ???
12
1d10 - severity
9
Author's note: Well, I rolled for who Taylor encountered. We got this. Huzzah?
The Empire was actually rather unlikely to be encountered simply because its immediately after the Endbringer event.
Anywho, please vote and discuss. I don't have much else to say this time around.
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[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
Interesting. At least QA might get something interesting out of this.
Interesting. At least QA might get something interesting out of this.
[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
Interesting. At least QA might get something interesting out of this.
This man could possibly be a new trigger, I think we should at least give it a shot.
Interesting. At least QA might get something interesting out of this.
This man could possibly be a new trigger, I think we should at least give it a shot.
- Pronouns
- He
Roll says Indie Villain, so I doubt it.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Attack the figure with the giant!
Iris-Iven-Ibis
Interested-Idiot-Immortal
- Location
- You know
[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
- Location
- Oklahoma
[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
KindredVoid
Shard Whisperer
[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
Fren?
Fren?
Two reasons; Taylor is mostly certain that someone has already done that and second, uh, it doesn't seem like normal fire.
Parodos 04.07.03
[X] Attempt to reason with the cape and try and get them to turn off the fire. {Will not use the giant unless attacked, only talking as a civilian.}
The problem was that Taylor didn't have any good options with handling this- attacking the cape would probably just cause more fire. Then there was the fact that she had no idea how to stop fire on this scale- her giant could beat up anything but stopping several buildings currently on power-created fire to stop being on fire… that was a different beast entirely.
That really only left one option.
Normally, Taylor wouldn't do something as absolutely insane as going to talk to someone who was actively committing arson, but she didn't have anything better to try!
What else was she going to do, walk away and hope for the best?
...she could, but she knew that the guilt of walking away and not saving lives when was an actual superhero would eat her.
Plus, it's not like she was unarmed. She had the giant. Taylor was as protected as anyone could be! Her power had fought the Simurgh and walked away from it unharmed!
...she studiously ignored the fact it gave her mass organ failure.
It didn't change the fact that each step became progressively more and more difficult for her as she got closer to the figure- some of her knew that this was inherently dangerous and was warning her. She was approaching a predator and the part of her brain that had helped her ancestors survive to this point was screaming at her that this was unwise.
Only the knowledge that the giant was just slightly in front of her kept her from fleeing.
She still stopped a dozen feet away.
That led to her next problem; what the hell do I say to them?!
Taylor couldn't just go up to them and ask them to stop committing crimes. That's not how this worked. Not unless she wanted to end up as part of a compilation clipshow of dumbest deaths.
"Um."
The sound slipped out of her mouth, so loud to Taylor's perception it sounded like a shout, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth.
Taylor felt like she could hear a pin drop over one of the building's roofs collapsing.
The cape kept ignoring her or perhaps didn't notice her?
"H-hey."
The cape turned at a glacial speed.
Up-close Taylor could see more details, like the fact that the cape wore no costume. Threads that clung together by sheer impetus alone. Rotting. More than that, they hung off the capes frame which could only be described as emaciated. Gaunt. Starved. If they weighed more than fifty pounds, Taylor would eat her hoodie.
Flesh clung to bone tightly, and scratched milky blue eyes stared blankly at Taylor. Cracked lips parted and a hoarse voice assaulted Taylor's ears. "Yes?" the cape asked, the voice despite its roughness giving away her gender.
Taylor was realizing she was out of her depth more acutely now. She took a breath and let it out as the broken eyes stared at her.
"Can you stop the fire?" She pointed with a shaky arm at the inferno. "Why are you burning down…?" Come to think of it, she really didn't know what was being burned down.
"Stop?" The cape blinked, the groaned lowly, hands coming up to rub at her eyes. "Can't stop." Well, that was just fucking wonderful. The possibly decaying parahuman couldn't stop this. The cape moaned, voice clogged with pain. "Have to, can't stop it. It hurts. Hurts so much."
This was seeming like this was less an act of malicious arson and more one of… confusion? Sure let's go with that. Moderately better but not ideal for whatever it was worth.
The cape blinked bleary eyes at Taylor, filthy tears trailing down her exposed face. The scratched milky blue eyes were... unclouding visibly. Blue eyes started to clear as the cape blinked and rubbed at them. "Where is this?" she asked.
"Leland Street in Brockton Bay." Taylor eyed the blaze as something in it buckled. "Um, Miss Cape, do you know if you can stop it?" She didn't mean for it to come off as a question but, well, "people are probably in there." And dying was left unsaid.
Not that she could tell for certain; with the flames being mostly silent, one would think it would be easy to hear anyone in there but the mass of people fleeing covered up most of the noise… or at least it had until they had left. There were few left.
"People?" The cape blinked and turned. "Oh." she chewed her cracked lip, scarlet red welled up, staining her teeth. "I can stop it. But I need it." The cape waved her hand weakly, the silent monochrome flames receded over the front of the buildings. The metal, brick, and wood were all eaten at. Not burned, but eaten as if someone had poured acidic rain over the buildings instead of the white fire that had engulfed them. "I'm not back yet, not all."
She needs to burn stuff to… heal? Live? Something like that. It took Taylor a moment to figure out an easy solution. Her first thought was something that her dad had complained about for years.
"There's the boat graveyard?" Before the cape could respond, she continued, "it's a bunch of boats that got beached, like several tankers." Taylor pointed out. "No one goes there and no one would miss it disappearing."
The cape stared, a long, drawn out silence broken only by one of the buildings collapsing in on itself. That itself seemed to bring the cape out of her silent thoughts.
"Okay. How will we get there?" The cape asked, voice vacant as her eyes had been moments ago. Taylor shivered; something was wrong with this cape and it was giving her the heebie-jeebies.
Still, that was an excellent question.
This wasn't anywhere close to the Boat Graveyard. In fact, they were on the opposite side of the city from it.
Personally, Taylor didn't want to stay close to the woman longer than necessary.
She had definitely murdered several someones in those buildings- it didn't make it any better that Taylor was convinced it wasn't maliciously, just more wary. Like a wounded animal backed into a corner.
However, she felt she had something of a duty to keep the cape from burning anything else, especially since she got her to stop in the first place. Plus this was gang territory, leaving her to wander without supervision seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Or recruitment.
She could think of a few options…
[] Give her directions, wash your hands of this whole thing. Hope for the best.
[] Walk her there and pick up all sorts of attention. It's one thing to talk to a cape, but this is going too far.
[] Call the PRT… this seems like their sort of thing. Hand it off to them. Let the professionals do their thing.
[] Call Joanna for help? She's smart, she'll know what to do.
[] See if you can impose on Nikki to drive this lady to the boat graveyard? If she will even let you? Oh fuck, you'd have to explain this to Nikki...
Author's note: This chapter was… difficult to write.
I don't think I did a good job if I'm honest. Taylor feeling a lot of things- scared, weirded out and a sense of duty. She knows if this was three months ago she would have ran the other way but because she has the giant, she feels confident enough to approach the probably deranged parahuman.
She's trying to be a hero but is very much out of her depth here.
Please vote and discuss, this vote is decently important in my opinion.
The problem was that Taylor didn't have any good options with handling this- attacking the cape would probably just cause more fire. Then there was the fact that she had no idea how to stop fire on this scale- her giant could beat up anything but stopping several buildings currently on power-created fire to stop being on fire… that was a different beast entirely.
That really only left one option.
Normally, Taylor wouldn't do something as absolutely insane as going to talk to someone who was actively committing arson, but she didn't have anything better to try!
What else was she going to do, walk away and hope for the best?
...she could, but she knew that the guilt of walking away and not saving lives when was an actual superhero would eat her.
Plus, it's not like she was unarmed. She had the giant. Taylor was as protected as anyone could be! Her power had fought the Simurgh and walked away from it unharmed!
...she studiously ignored the fact it gave her mass organ failure.
It didn't change the fact that each step became progressively more and more difficult for her as she got closer to the figure- some of her knew that this was inherently dangerous and was warning her. She was approaching a predator and the part of her brain that had helped her ancestors survive to this point was screaming at her that this was unwise.
Only the knowledge that the giant was just slightly in front of her kept her from fleeing.
She still stopped a dozen feet away.
That led to her next problem; what the hell do I say to them?!
Taylor couldn't just go up to them and ask them to stop committing crimes. That's not how this worked. Not unless she wanted to end up as part of a compilation clipshow of dumbest deaths.
"Um."
The sound slipped out of her mouth, so loud to Taylor's perception it sounded like a shout, her hands shooting up to cover her mouth.
Taylor felt like she could hear a pin drop over one of the building's roofs collapsing.
The cape kept ignoring her or perhaps didn't notice her?
"H-hey."
The cape turned at a glacial speed.
Up-close Taylor could see more details, like the fact that the cape wore no costume. Threads that clung together by sheer impetus alone. Rotting. More than that, they hung off the capes frame which could only be described as emaciated. Gaunt. Starved. If they weighed more than fifty pounds, Taylor would eat her hoodie.
Flesh clung to bone tightly, and scratched milky blue eyes stared blankly at Taylor. Cracked lips parted and a hoarse voice assaulted Taylor's ears. "Yes?" the cape asked, the voice despite its roughness giving away her gender.
Taylor was realizing she was out of her depth more acutely now. She took a breath and let it out as the broken eyes stared at her.
"Can you stop the fire?" She pointed with a shaky arm at the inferno. "Why are you burning down…?" Come to think of it, she really didn't know what was being burned down.
"Stop?" The cape blinked, the groaned lowly, hands coming up to rub at her eyes. "Can't stop." Well, that was just fucking wonderful. The possibly decaying parahuman couldn't stop this. The cape moaned, voice clogged with pain. "Have to, can't stop it. It hurts. Hurts so much."
This was seeming like this was less an act of malicious arson and more one of… confusion? Sure let's go with that. Moderately better but not ideal for whatever it was worth.
The cape blinked bleary eyes at Taylor, filthy tears trailing down her exposed face. The scratched milky blue eyes were... unclouding visibly. Blue eyes started to clear as the cape blinked and rubbed at them. "Where is this?" she asked.
"Leland Street in Brockton Bay." Taylor eyed the blaze as something in it buckled. "Um, Miss Cape, do you know if you can stop it?" She didn't mean for it to come off as a question but, well, "people are probably in there." And dying was left unsaid.
Not that she could tell for certain; with the flames being mostly silent, one would think it would be easy to hear anyone in there but the mass of people fleeing covered up most of the noise… or at least it had until they had left. There were few left.
"People?" The cape blinked and turned. "Oh." she chewed her cracked lip, scarlet red welled up, staining her teeth. "I can stop it. But I need it." The cape waved her hand weakly, the silent monochrome flames receded over the front of the buildings. The metal, brick, and wood were all eaten at. Not burned, but eaten as if someone had poured acidic rain over the buildings instead of the white fire that had engulfed them. "I'm not back yet, not all."
She needs to burn stuff to… heal? Live? Something like that. It took Taylor a moment to figure out an easy solution. Her first thought was something that her dad had complained about for years.
"There's the boat graveyard?" Before the cape could respond, she continued, "it's a bunch of boats that got beached, like several tankers." Taylor pointed out. "No one goes there and no one would miss it disappearing."
The cape stared, a long, drawn out silence broken only by one of the buildings collapsing in on itself. That itself seemed to bring the cape out of her silent thoughts.
"Okay. How will we get there?" The cape asked, voice vacant as her eyes had been moments ago. Taylor shivered; something was wrong with this cape and it was giving her the heebie-jeebies.
Still, that was an excellent question.
This wasn't anywhere close to the Boat Graveyard. In fact, they were on the opposite side of the city from it.
Personally, Taylor didn't want to stay close to the woman longer than necessary.
She had definitely murdered several someones in those buildings- it didn't make it any better that Taylor was convinced it wasn't maliciously, just more wary. Like a wounded animal backed into a corner.
However, she felt she had something of a duty to keep the cape from burning anything else, especially since she got her to stop in the first place. Plus this was gang territory, leaving her to wander without supervision seemed like a recipe for disaster.
Or recruitment.
She could think of a few options…
[] Give her directions, wash your hands of this whole thing. Hope for the best.
[] Call the PRT… this seems like their sort of thing. Hand it off to them. Let the professionals do their thing.
[] Call Joanna for help? She's smart, she'll know what to do.
[] See if you can impose on Nikki to drive this lady to the boat graveyard? If she will even let you? Oh fuck, you'd have to explain this to Nikki...
Author's note: This chapter was… difficult to write.
I don't think I did a good job if I'm honest. Taylor feeling a lot of things- scared, weirded out and a sense of duty. She knows if this was three months ago she would have ran the other way but because she has the giant, she feels confident enough to approach the probably deranged parahuman.
She's trying to be a hero but is very much out of her depth here.
Please vote and discuss, this vote is decently important in my opinion.
[X] See if you can impose on Nikki to drive this lady to the boat graveyard? If she will even let you? Oh fuck, you'd have to explain this to Nikki...
Road trip!
Road trip!
[X] See if you can impose on Nikki to drive this lady to the boat graveyard? If she will even let you? Oh fuck, you'd have to explain this to Nikki...
[?] Have the giant carry the woman there. I mean, in her coked out state there's no way she'd recognize you later, right?
[X] Call the PRT… this seems like their sort of thing. Hand it off to them. Let the professionals do their thing.
There's just a whole lotta nope just emanating off this lady. My first thought was Burnscar (what with the mental compulsion to burn things), my second thought was "hang on I don't remember any monochrome flame people in the Nasuverse" and my third thought was 'yeah just nope".
[X] Call the PRT… this seems like their sort of thing. Hand it off to them. Let the professionals do their thing.
There's just a whole lotta nope just emanating off this lady. My first thought was Burnscar (what with the mental compulsion to burn things), my second thought was "hang on I don't remember any monochrome flame people in the Nasuverse" and my third thought was 'yeah just nope".
KindredVoid
Shard Whisperer
[SB] Call Joanna for help? She's smart, she'll know what to do.
As I stated in SB. There's no way the PRT aren't on the way and Joanna is undoubtable closer than Nikki would be. If the PRt catch us helping an obvious cape into a car to get away from seven burning buildings, Taylor, Nikki, and the cape are probably going to get in a lot of trouble.
Let's not call the PRT, I doubt they'll actually help.
On SB someone is stating that she might be a newborne Dead Apostle, whatever the fuck that is.
As I stated in SB. There's no way the PRT aren't on the way and Joanna is undoubtable closer than Nikki would be. If the PRt catch us helping an obvious cape into a car to get away from seven burning buildings, Taylor, Nikki, and the cape are probably going to get in a lot of trouble.
Let's not call the PRT, I doubt they'll actually help.
On SB someone is stating that she might be a newborne Dead Apostle, whatever the fuck that is.
Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] Call the PRT… this seems like their sort of thing. Hand it off to them. Let the professionals do their thing.
Seems the most reasonable option compared to washing her hands off the trouble which is morally wrong and not a very Taylor attitude or bringing her friends to the cape with a very obvious dangerous power. Just please don't give the PRT the idiot ball lol.
Seems the most reasonable option compared to washing her hands off the trouble which is morally wrong and not a very Taylor attitude or bringing her friends to the cape with a very obvious dangerous power. Just please don't give the PRT the idiot ball lol.