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Fiend; or I how I learned to stop worrying and love the Green Sun. (Exalted/Worm)

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Border42 said:
Did the title change recently? Or did it take me this long to see the extra "I" in the title, right before how.

And is there a reason for it's existence? Or am I failing English.
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No, but I am, apparently. Fixed in the next thread, it will be. And already so on FFN.
 
Border42 said:
So... How long has that title problem been there? Did we really go 92 pages without noticing?
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Nah, the title got changed at least once (as the first version didn't say what story settings were involved). It's probably just a typo that didn't get caught or corrected right away. :shrugs:
 
Oh god. Once washington hears about the megaman theory they will flip. For maximum clusterfuck, have it be when the Simurgh is attacking a place she is known to be in when this is raised. Then they they go "oh shit.". The first time you will ever hear people say that about someone killing the Simurgh. Funny part is that it can even be true in a sense. Golden lies tree after she meets it, plus Mind hand.
 
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    • Ochre Fountain 4.4

    I nearly tripped as I went from a river of shadows flowing along the ground, to Taylor sprinting across dirt. But I didn't, and kept running for my clothes. Over my shoulder, I could see the faint glare of the fire I started. Well, at least those three girls on the couch wouldn't be stuck there, anymore.

    I grabbed my old pillowcase bag, and ran. The faint sound of sirens alerted me to incoming fire trucks. Quick response time. Probably from the reports of a cape lighting fires. Whose den of villainy I had lit on fire.

    I stopped, catching my breath a full two blocks away. My scarf was still around my face, as I didn't know if I was on the most wanted list or not. I really should have looked. I'd remedy that in the morning. I needed a place to hole up, and count my spoils. And to count coup. Easily 10 pounds of drugs, that I unfortunately, or possibly fortunately couldn't identify. I had no idea on the value of drugs, even if I knew the specific ones I had destroyed.

    Bags in hand, I spotted something good enough. A dilapidated building. It's windows were broken, and a corner of it had fire damage. I peaked in, easily seeing in the pitch black interior. A pile of rags looked like a person, but far enough away that I could leave without interference if I had to.

    I scooted into a nook, facing the fire-made hole in the wall. I dumped my cash bag on the floor, as I quietly as I could, and started sorting. $1s in a one pile, all the way to $100s at the end. Much fewer of those. A quick shuffling, and I had neat stacks, but probably temporary without rubber bands to bind them together. I peeked out of my nook, and saw no one, still. I had gained nearly $6000, quintupling my funds.

    All for one nights work, plus whatever damage I did to the gang's supply. Not bad.



    I was checked into a new motel, this time as Ulysses Franklin. The clerk wanted extra, and I wasn't up to arguing. Of course, I was also undisguised. If he wanted extra money to forget me, it was well spent.

    On the way, I had picked up food. Curled up in the blankets, I methodically ate the mediocre lasagna. The TV was on, for news. So far, the PRT had been fairly mum on me. But, the Director of the PRT, Director Costa-Brown had called me a villain in a press conference earlier today. I suppose a Ward outed, and then killed by a relative unknown resulted in a quick hammer-drop, media-wise.

    Worse yet, my dad had been ambushed by reporters. They played the clip again. He was pale, drawn, and had PRT officers escorting him from an unidentifiable building. The reporter shouted questions at him,

    "Did you know your daughter was a villain?"

    "Are you in contact with her?"

    "What can you say to Shadow-Stalker's parents?"

    All of which he answered with a simple 'No', but the last one hurt him the most, I think. I switched it off, as they were going to play it again. Not what I wanted to see.

    I finished my meal, tossing the empty tray on the bedside table, and curled up, thinking.



    The door opening woke me up. I nearly fried them. I was expecting a cape, from either side. Instead, I got the cleaning lady, maid, or whatever they are called, who snapped at me, "Check out was at 12!"

    I jumped out of bed, stuffing my feet into my shoes. My bags were all ready, and pools full up again, I left, brushing off her dirty look. I'd overpaid anyway. I was still in the Bronx, not 3 miles from last night's encounter. I could find some food, and think there.

    Of course, it would have been nice to know, that not only did my dark-vision not turn off, it came with a significant downside. As I stepped outside, I winced. The sun might as well have been a few yards from my eyes. Covering my eyes with my hand, and switching a pillowcase so that one hand held both, I left the motel's lot.


    It was very, very hard to see. And harder to walk, when I had to keep my eyes mostly covered. After breakfast, well, lunch, I was going to find some sunglasses. It would make my new power bearable, at least, with a smidgen of luck.

    Lunch was a far better affair than the previous night's dinner. As I sat, chewing contendly, in the darkest corner in the place, I planned. I needed sunglasses, a more permanent place to stay, and information.

    Sunglasses, I could ask around for a convience store or similar, which would probably have them. I recalled stands of sunglasses in several I had been in, at least.

    Information, internet cafes or libraries. But, at the moment, I could lay low, and it wasn't top priority. There wasn't a kill order on me, and the PRT hadn't figured out where I was. Especially if I stuck with my new shadow power, only. It didn't have the greatest use time, and I couldn't use it more than once without opening a mark on my head, if I guessed correctly. Twice without a disguise, but no glow.

    For the last, I would probably need ID. Would anyone want to rent an apartment, even for cash, without asking for it? I didn't know, and asking would probably be non-productive, or indicative of criminal behavior. Attention I didn't need.

    Sunglasses, ID, Information.



    The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city, and dropping the temperature. Tonight, I was further inside the city, with much larger buildings rising above the roughly three story average. I knew they weren't apartments, but they had a similar layout, from what I could tell of their windows/lights.

    My bags, now inside a backpack, were hidden underneath a bed in a motel, a mile away. I kept the majority of my large bills on me, just in case. I sat in a pizzeria, eating, and watching across the street. Sunglasses on my bleached, straightened hair, both from purchases at a drug store. I sipped my coke, watching the quick business of the local illegal drug store.

    Men and women exchanged cash for little baggies. Women in varying shades of red left for short periods of time, with men, and returned alone.

    I waited, dusk moments away.


    A/N: Meh. Next section is two more action scenes.
     
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    • logiccosmic said:
    Men and women exchanged cash for little baggies. Women in vary shades of red left for short periods of time, with men, and returned alone.
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    In various shades of red?

    I have a feeling this next 'drug bust' is going to end in a clusterfuck, I just know it.
     
    illhousen said:
    A transitory chapter again. Waiting for the action to start.
    Taylor seems to finally start planning, though for now it's a rather rudimentary plan: "Sunglasses, ID, info".
    I hope she'll improve her tactical skills as time goes on. At least enough to realize that hitting a second target so soon is not a smart move.
    While she isn't all bad, I prefer to read about people who know what they are doing (and then everything still goes to hell).
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    This is a very much transitory chapter, overall. I'm trying to show her growing, more into what we know.

    And don't forget, War is favored.
     
    I can kinda understand why she isn't acting as smart as she was in canon. Here she's an Exalted but in canon she has Master/Thinker Passenger jacked into her soul, I wouldn't be surprised if some of her mad tactical skills came from it. Or at least flourished with it since she had to think more with her 'weak' power.
     
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