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Fiend, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Green Sun.
Mk II
An Exalted/Worm Crossover
Disclaimer: Worm is Wildbow's (Don't forget to vote), Exalted is White Wolf's. I'm just playing with their toys.
Chapter 1: Second Breath
(1.1)
OLD FIEND
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1: Second Breath(1.1)(1.2)(1.3)(1.4)(1.5)(1.6)(1.7)(1.8)Interlude 1
Chapter 2: Accursed Fortune (2.1)(2.2)(2.3)(2.4)(2.5)(2.6)(2.7)Interlude 2
Chapter 3: Wyld Hunt (3.1)(3.2)(3.3)(3.4)(3.5)(3.6)(3.7)(3.8)(3.9)(3.10)Interlude 3
Chapter 4: Ochre Fountain (4.1)(4.2)(4.3)(4.4)(4.5)(4.6)(4.7)(4.8)(4.9)(4.10)(4.11)(4.12)(4.13)(4.14)(4.15)(4.16)Interlude 4aInterlude 4b
Chapter 5: Operation Wyldhand (5.1)(5.2)(5.3)(5.4)(5.5)(5.6)(5.7)(5.8)(5.9)(5.10)(5.11)(5.12)(5.13)(5.14)(5.15)(5.16)(5.17)Interlude 5
Chapter 6: Black Nadir (6.1)(6.2)(6.3)(6.4)(6.5)(6.6)(6.7)Interlude 6a(6.8)
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Fiend, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Green Sun.
Mk II
An Exalted/Worm Crossover
Disclaimer: Worm is Wildbow's (Don't forget to vote), Exalted is White Wolf's. I'm just playing with their toys.
Chapter 1: Second Breath
(1.1)
OLD FIEND
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1: Second Breath(1.1)(1.2)(1.3)(1.4)(1.5)(1.6)(1.7)(1.8)Interlude 1
Chapter 2: Accursed Fortune (2.1)(2.2)(2.3)(2.4)(2.5)(2.6)(2.7)Interlude 2
Chapter 3: Wyld Hunt (3.1)(3.2)(3.3)(3.4)(3.5)(3.6)(3.7)(3.8)(3.9)(3.10)Interlude 3
Chapter 4: Ochre Fountain (4.1)(4.2)(4.3)(4.4)(4.5)(4.6)(4.7)(4.8)(4.9)(4.10)(4.11)(4.12)(4.13)(4.14)(4.15)(4.16)Interlude 4aInterlude 4b
Chapter 5: Operation Wyldhand (5.1)(5.2)(5.3)(5.4)(5.5)(5.6)(5.7)(5.8)(5.9)(5.10)(5.11)(5.12)(5.13)(5.14)(5.15)(5.16)(5.17)Interlude 5
Chapter 6: Black Nadir (6.1)(6.2)(6.3)(6.4)(6.5)(6.6)(6.7)Interlude 6a(6.8)
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Interlude 5: Marissa
A blast of wind from Defiler's take off sent me reeling. I landed hard on my back and honestly barely felt it. Laying there, on the cold concrete sounded better than facing anything else. That Noelle was eating people, killing people, and destroying the city? That Trickster -no, Krouse - was gleefully following her? That… that Luke was dead?
What was I supposed to do?
Something huge - bigger than either Defiler or Noelle - collapsed with ear-shattering shrieks, crunches, and explosions. A cloud of dust blew forward, engulfing me. I coughed, lungs catching on the particulates. I sat up, to breath better.
And then after the ringing in my ears had faded a bit, I heard people. People crying, people begging, and people falling silent. People hurt by Noelle and her clones, by us. We had let this happen.
I had never wanted to be a villain. Never even wanted powers. Only the need to break through the cordon, and get home, had forced my hand. And Trickster - he was Trickster now, nothing left of Krouse - had kept us going along a path that we should never have taken. We should have just surrendered, staying in containment. Was this the Simurgh, acting through us? Or was this just our fault alone?
I stood, keeping my hand in front of my eyes, to block the blowing dust. I couldn't bring any of those people back.
But I could help. Across the street, I nearly stumbled on the curb. The dust was so thick, but I could hear a child crying, and I didn't want another death on my conscious. There were enough already. I stepped over broken bricks, and broken bodies. I leaned down, checking pulses. A woman's head was crushed underneath a fridge. A man had been pinned underneath a rafter, but had already died. A young girl, only a few years younger than me, was still. No pulse, either, her skin already going cold.
How many lives lost? Entire apartment buildings had been spread across a city block. I headed to the sound of crying, and nearly tripped over a young boy. His pajama-clad foot was stuck underneath a cast iron tub. Blood, barely visible in the low light, stained the bricks and wood below him. I gingerly stepped towards him, trying to not slip on the floor of loose bricks.
"Momma," he whimpered, clutching his leg, and futilely trying to pull it out from underneath the tub.
I gripped the two clawed tub-feet closest to him, and pulled. The tub shifted, and I leaned back, feet barely able to brace against the debris. I raised it, far enough to let him pull out his leg, and he crawled away. He must've been only seven, or so. I stepped over the tub, and picked him up, carefully holding him, keeping my hands away from his injured foot. I could feel a pair of wet spots forming on the cloth collar of my armor.
"Let's go find your mom," I said with false cheer. And he looked very much like the woman who was missing the top of her head from a refrigerator. He nodded into my neck, and I walked, very carefully, over the debris. I didn't want to trip and injure him further.
"What's your mom's name?" I asked, jostling him slightly, to keep him awake. I knew from limited experience that serious injuries could result in people going into shock. And with a smaller body, and smaller amount of blood, children would certainly fare worse in that regard.
He shook his head, before I heard a man shout, "Maxwell!"
The boy stirred, head leaving my shoulder to look up. Maxwell was his name then.
"Over here," I answered, as loud as I could. The sound of bricks hitting against bricks prefaced the man's arrival, and he hazily formed from the dust cloud, bricks scattering in his haste.
"Maxwell!" he rushed to me, arms extended. Maxwell tried to reach out, but I kept him from falling out my arms. His father made it to us, and then I handed him off, watching them hug. I left, leaving them to reunite, before they could discover their wife and mother was dead.
Men and women were pulling eachother out from underneath rubble, or patching each other up as best as they could with cloth, including the clothing off their backs. I left the ruins of the apartments, and headed to sounds of fighting - explosions and collapsing buildings.
I was going to do what should've been done long ago. That thing wasn't Noelle. It was a monster wearing her face, and we'd all promised that if it got bad, we'd stop it. And we never had, even when there had been clones of Cody spreading through Boston. People had died, because we had been too stupid, or self-absorbed, or whatever I didn't care - and now I had to make it right. As best I could. There would be no relief for my conscience.
I ran, legs pumping, into the center of the city. I passed between two clouds of dust, and was rewarded with a hazy vision of a skyscraper imitating a sprinkler. I couldn't see at this distance if those were people among the pieces flying through the air. But Defiler swooping down to grab something sure implied they were. A skyscraper of people, falling to their deaths. What was she doing?! What was the point to this?
A glimmer of light - white, not the green flying above - caught my eye. A Quintessence, face looking like half-cooked bacon, was sending trashcans and post boxes flying. Right at people cowering behind cars. A single cape, unidentifiable through the faint cloud of dust between us, was unable to hit her with his long spear without getting nailed the moment he broke cover.
The clone turned to face me, and then dismissed me as a threat. I was on her side, after all. Heat flared around me, melting the pavement. My power - one I had never wanted, even - was easy to activate, but hard to use. What use did a ball of fire, hotter than anything on or in the Earth, have but for destruction? And uncontrolled destruction at that. It was a muscle I didn't have, flexing, forming the ball in front of me.
It was too easy. Too easy to misuse, to hurt. But, for once, I could use it to a good end, even if it was the last time. The Quintessence clone didn't even realize her predicament until she had melted down to ash. And a circle around her had melted too.
Jouster, now identifiable as he closed, raised his spear in a salute. "Thank you. I couldn't get close to her."
I nodded, and replied, "Which way to Noelle?"
"Noelle?" he asked, puzzled.
"The thing making the clones. I -" my voice broke, at the thought that we had probably eclipsed the Simurgh, in terms damage done. Even when she had brought us here, entire housing districts weren't levelled. Fuck, we had probably eclipsed the number of deaths from the Slaughterhouse Nine by now.
"You know her?," he asked, stunned. He shook himself, asserting himself as Jouster, Captain of the Wards. "What are her weaknesses and powers?"
"She can consume any dead flesh, and if she absorbs a live person, she can clone them. And she's faster, stronger, and hardier than she looks," I answered, grimly. She would be stopped, either by me, or another. I couldn't break down. I couldn't think of Noelle as a teammate, as one of the last links to our world. She was a monster.
Jouster repeated my words into his phone, before listening to their reply. With a quick movement, he pointed his spear at my neck, crossing the yard of distance as fast as any athlete. He snarled, "And one of your teammates, Trickster, is helping her. Which makes me think she's with you."
"No," I whispered, "Not anymore. You can do what you want, later. But I'm going to help stop her."
His hand clenched around the shaft of his spear, tip nearly digging into the armor covering my chest. He pulled it back with a quick movement, glaring at me. "Fine. But if this is a trick, I'll kill you myself. Too many people have died tonight."
He motioned with the spear, and I followed him. He pulled a motorcycle up from the debris nearby, standing it upright. "Get on. They're moving through the Theater district."
I wrapped my arms around him, sitting on the pillion. Even before I could clasp my hand together to keep a firm grip, he peeled out, hand cranking the throttle. Dust flew into my face like a sandblaster, and I shut my eyes, tucking my head behind Jouster. Tears started to leak, both from the sand, and from the situation. Even having a tight hold on a spectacular specimen of the male gender wasn't a comfort. My nose started to run a bit from the tears and dust. We turned, and I leaned along with Jouster on the bike, heading down a new street.
I could hear fire, explosions, and screams not far off, even over the loud roar of the engine.
He gunned the bike, heading closer to the noise, before he disappeared, replaced with a clone of Technicolor. She was only identifiable by the riot of colors that was her skin, costume blending straight into her flesh. I was switched out, right next to Trickster.
"Marissa, Defiler just grabbed Noelle! I can't find her!" He pleaded, an odd note of desperation in his voice as a bunch of Quintessence clones scattered about around us. Was she all he cared about?
"Oh," I said.
He frowned, looking close at me. "Mariss-"
Heat flared, as I ignited my orb not two feet away from him. I didn't stop, letting it grow until it was the size of a car, before shooting it straight into the air. Everything around me in a radius of thirty yards was gone. Melted into nothing. The Clones and Trickster now nothing more than shadows on pavement.
"Sorry, Krouse," I whispered. It never should have happened like this. A wall of air shoved me aside, followed by a quick series of tremendous explosions. I got to my feet, shakily, even as glass sprinkling down from intact buildings replaced the now pushed aside dust.
A bright red glow, from the south, cast everything in its light, even as I could see a smaller green one fall away from it. The fireball, visible even from here, rose out of the harbor. It was taller than any building in the city, and kept growing. It twisted, curling in on itself, as it cooled off, turning into a mushroom shaped cloud.
I sat down, tired. Not physically, but mentally. I could only hope that had been Noelle being killed. And it wouldn't matter, if they had nuked her. I wasn't getting out of here alive. Not that I deserved to. Surrounded by a ring of ash, I waited for the end. And then the sirens started. Everything would end, as it had started. With the Simurgh.
I didn't spent long waiting, as about not even ten minutes in something came back into sight. That green light, after disappearing some minutes earlier, peaked up into the sky again, and started flying towards me. I waited, only mildly interested. I couldn't really bring myself to care, surrounded by a ruined city. By a mountain of corpses. By an evil I had helped nurture.
Defiler, in the shape of something straight out of Ransack, landed on the ground with a crunch. She looked at the lack of remains, leathery wings folding behind her..
"Trickster," she growled, voice like a gravel truck being dumped into human speech.
"Dead," I answered, voice hollow.
She looked at me, head tilting as she strode closer. Black hair fell around her face, framing eyes brimming with anger. And she lit up the entire area with a flickering, eerie green light. Her hospital gown, her only clothing, wavered in the stiff breeze from the fire in the harbor.
"How," she asked impatiently, snapping her question at me, more like.
"Me," I replied, quietly. "I couldn't let them keep killing people. I was so sor-"
I tried to work my jaw. What else could I say? 'I'm sorry?' That would sound so pretentiously trite. Even with just Defiler, we had taken millions of dollars to attack people who had to be her lackeys, The Shadow Cape and Damsel of Distress. She had responded, and Noelle had attacked her. Even to her, we had sinned, unforgivably.
I took a moment to take a deep breath. Even before Defiler had shown up, we had asked for millions of dollars to deal with that Shadow Cape and Damsel of Distress. And with Defiler showing up after we captured Damsel, they were clearly just her lackeys, part of a much more powerful group. We had taken a huge risk, for nothing. For worse than nothing.
"You should've stopped her, earlier," Defiler said, sounding as tired as I felt.
"We should've," I agreed, strangely lucid. "We just kept ignoring things as they got worse and worse."
She fell silent, hand on her chin as she looked at me. "Let's go."
I stared at her, surprised. "What?"
"You want to make amends? Want to absolve yourself of all this," she said, waving her hands at the damage around us. A bronze spider above her head, taller than half the buildings, mirrored her actions, pointing at the same buildings.
"Then help me fight the Endbringer coming here. We've already lost, if we can't fight together. You've helped destroy New York - now help save it."
She extended her hand, to pull me up.
I took it.
Author Notes: Marissa stole the precious thing~
A blast of wind from Defiler's take off sent me reeling. I landed hard on my back and honestly barely felt it. Laying there, on the cold concrete sounded better than facing anything else. That Noelle was eating people, killing people, and destroying the city? That Trickster -no, Krouse - was gleefully following her? That… that Luke was dead?
What was I supposed to do?
Something huge - bigger than either Defiler or Noelle - collapsed with ear-shattering shrieks, crunches, and explosions. A cloud of dust blew forward, engulfing me. I coughed, lungs catching on the particulates. I sat up, to breath better.
And then after the ringing in my ears had faded a bit, I heard people. People crying, people begging, and people falling silent. People hurt by Noelle and her clones, by us. We had let this happen.
I had never wanted to be a villain. Never even wanted powers. Only the need to break through the cordon, and get home, had forced my hand. And Trickster - he was Trickster now, nothing left of Krouse - had kept us going along a path that we should never have taken. We should have just surrendered, staying in containment. Was this the Simurgh, acting through us? Or was this just our fault alone?
I stood, keeping my hand in front of my eyes, to block the blowing dust. I couldn't bring any of those people back.
But I could help. Across the street, I nearly stumbled on the curb. The dust was so thick, but I could hear a child crying, and I didn't want another death on my conscious. There were enough already. I stepped over broken bricks, and broken bodies. I leaned down, checking pulses. A woman's head was crushed underneath a fridge. A man had been pinned underneath a rafter, but had already died. A young girl, only a few years younger than me, was still. No pulse, either, her skin already going cold.
How many lives lost? Entire apartment buildings had been spread across a city block. I headed to the sound of crying, and nearly tripped over a young boy. His pajama-clad foot was stuck underneath a cast iron tub. Blood, barely visible in the low light, stained the bricks and wood below him. I gingerly stepped towards him, trying to not slip on the floor of loose bricks.
"Momma," he whimpered, clutching his leg, and futilely trying to pull it out from underneath the tub.
I gripped the two clawed tub-feet closest to him, and pulled. The tub shifted, and I leaned back, feet barely able to brace against the debris. I raised it, far enough to let him pull out his leg, and he crawled away. He must've been only seven, or so. I stepped over the tub, and picked him up, carefully holding him, keeping my hands away from his injured foot. I could feel a pair of wet spots forming on the cloth collar of my armor.
"Let's go find your mom," I said with false cheer. And he looked very much like the woman who was missing the top of her head from a refrigerator. He nodded into my neck, and I walked, very carefully, over the debris. I didn't want to trip and injure him further.
"What's your mom's name?" I asked, jostling him slightly, to keep him awake. I knew from limited experience that serious injuries could result in people going into shock. And with a smaller body, and smaller amount of blood, children would certainly fare worse in that regard.
He shook his head, before I heard a man shout, "Maxwell!"
The boy stirred, head leaving my shoulder to look up. Maxwell was his name then.
"Over here," I answered, as loud as I could. The sound of bricks hitting against bricks prefaced the man's arrival, and he hazily formed from the dust cloud, bricks scattering in his haste.
"Maxwell!" he rushed to me, arms extended. Maxwell tried to reach out, but I kept him from falling out my arms. His father made it to us, and then I handed him off, watching them hug. I left, leaving them to reunite, before they could discover their wife and mother was dead.
Men and women were pulling eachother out from underneath rubble, or patching each other up as best as they could with cloth, including the clothing off their backs. I left the ruins of the apartments, and headed to sounds of fighting - explosions and collapsing buildings.
I was going to do what should've been done long ago. That thing wasn't Noelle. It was a monster wearing her face, and we'd all promised that if it got bad, we'd stop it. And we never had, even when there had been clones of Cody spreading through Boston. People had died, because we had been too stupid, or self-absorbed, or whatever I didn't care - and now I had to make it right. As best I could. There would be no relief for my conscience.
I ran, legs pumping, into the center of the city. I passed between two clouds of dust, and was rewarded with a hazy vision of a skyscraper imitating a sprinkler. I couldn't see at this distance if those were people among the pieces flying through the air. But Defiler swooping down to grab something sure implied they were. A skyscraper of people, falling to their deaths. What was she doing?! What was the point to this?
A glimmer of light - white, not the green flying above - caught my eye. A Quintessence, face looking like half-cooked bacon, was sending trashcans and post boxes flying. Right at people cowering behind cars. A single cape, unidentifiable through the faint cloud of dust between us, was unable to hit her with his long spear without getting nailed the moment he broke cover.
The clone turned to face me, and then dismissed me as a threat. I was on her side, after all. Heat flared around me, melting the pavement. My power - one I had never wanted, even - was easy to activate, but hard to use. What use did a ball of fire, hotter than anything on or in the Earth, have but for destruction? And uncontrolled destruction at that. It was a muscle I didn't have, flexing, forming the ball in front of me.
It was too easy. Too easy to misuse, to hurt. But, for once, I could use it to a good end, even if it was the last time. The Quintessence clone didn't even realize her predicament until she had melted down to ash. And a circle around her had melted too.
Jouster, now identifiable as he closed, raised his spear in a salute. "Thank you. I couldn't get close to her."
I nodded, and replied, "Which way to Noelle?"
"Noelle?" he asked, puzzled.
"The thing making the clones. I -" my voice broke, at the thought that we had probably eclipsed the Simurgh, in terms damage done. Even when she had brought us here, entire housing districts weren't levelled. Fuck, we had probably eclipsed the number of deaths from the Slaughterhouse Nine by now.
"You know her?," he asked, stunned. He shook himself, asserting himself as Jouster, Captain of the Wards. "What are her weaknesses and powers?"
"She can consume any dead flesh, and if she absorbs a live person, she can clone them. And she's faster, stronger, and hardier than she looks," I answered, grimly. She would be stopped, either by me, or another. I couldn't break down. I couldn't think of Noelle as a teammate, as one of the last links to our world. She was a monster.
Jouster repeated my words into his phone, before listening to their reply. With a quick movement, he pointed his spear at my neck, crossing the yard of distance as fast as any athlete. He snarled, "And one of your teammates, Trickster, is helping her. Which makes me think she's with you."
"No," I whispered, "Not anymore. You can do what you want, later. But I'm going to help stop her."
His hand clenched around the shaft of his spear, tip nearly digging into the armor covering my chest. He pulled it back with a quick movement, glaring at me. "Fine. But if this is a trick, I'll kill you myself. Too many people have died tonight."
He motioned with the spear, and I followed him. He pulled a motorcycle up from the debris nearby, standing it upright. "Get on. They're moving through the Theater district."
I wrapped my arms around him, sitting on the pillion. Even before I could clasp my hand together to keep a firm grip, he peeled out, hand cranking the throttle. Dust flew into my face like a sandblaster, and I shut my eyes, tucking my head behind Jouster. Tears started to leak, both from the sand, and from the situation. Even having a tight hold on a spectacular specimen of the male gender wasn't a comfort. My nose started to run a bit from the tears and dust. We turned, and I leaned along with Jouster on the bike, heading down a new street.
I could hear fire, explosions, and screams not far off, even over the loud roar of the engine.
He gunned the bike, heading closer to the noise, before he disappeared, replaced with a clone of Technicolor. She was only identifiable by the riot of colors that was her skin, costume blending straight into her flesh. I was switched out, right next to Trickster.
"Marissa, Defiler just grabbed Noelle! I can't find her!" He pleaded, an odd note of desperation in his voice as a bunch of Quintessence clones scattered about around us. Was she all he cared about?
"Oh," I said.
He frowned, looking close at me. "Mariss-"
Heat flared, as I ignited my orb not two feet away from him. I didn't stop, letting it grow until it was the size of a car, before shooting it straight into the air. Everything around me in a radius of thirty yards was gone. Melted into nothing. The Clones and Trickster now nothing more than shadows on pavement.
"Sorry, Krouse," I whispered. It never should have happened like this. A wall of air shoved me aside, followed by a quick series of tremendous explosions. I got to my feet, shakily, even as glass sprinkling down from intact buildings replaced the now pushed aside dust.
A bright red glow, from the south, cast everything in its light, even as I could see a smaller green one fall away from it. The fireball, visible even from here, rose out of the harbor. It was taller than any building in the city, and kept growing. It twisted, curling in on itself, as it cooled off, turning into a mushroom shaped cloud.
I sat down, tired. Not physically, but mentally. I could only hope that had been Noelle being killed. And it wouldn't matter, if they had nuked her. I wasn't getting out of here alive. Not that I deserved to. Surrounded by a ring of ash, I waited for the end. And then the sirens started. Everything would end, as it had started. With the Simurgh.
I didn't spent long waiting, as about not even ten minutes in something came back into sight. That green light, after disappearing some minutes earlier, peaked up into the sky again, and started flying towards me. I waited, only mildly interested. I couldn't really bring myself to care, surrounded by a ruined city. By a mountain of corpses. By an evil I had helped nurture.
Defiler, in the shape of something straight out of Ransack, landed on the ground with a crunch. She looked at the lack of remains, leathery wings folding behind her..
"Trickster," she growled, voice like a gravel truck being dumped into human speech.
"Dead," I answered, voice hollow.
She looked at me, head tilting as she strode closer. Black hair fell around her face, framing eyes brimming with anger. And she lit up the entire area with a flickering, eerie green light. Her hospital gown, her only clothing, wavered in the stiff breeze from the fire in the harbor.
"How," she asked impatiently, snapping her question at me, more like.
"Me," I replied, quietly. "I couldn't let them keep killing people. I was so sor-"
I tried to work my jaw. What else could I say? 'I'm sorry?' That would sound so pretentiously trite. Even with just Defiler, we had taken millions of dollars to attack people who had to be her lackeys, The Shadow Cape and Damsel of Distress. She had responded, and Noelle had attacked her. Even to her, we had sinned, unforgivably.
I took a moment to take a deep breath. Even before Defiler had shown up, we had asked for millions of dollars to deal with that Shadow Cape and Damsel of Distress. And with Defiler showing up after we captured Damsel, they were clearly just her lackeys, part of a much more powerful group. We had taken a huge risk, for nothing. For worse than nothing.
"You should've stopped her, earlier," Defiler said, sounding as tired as I felt.
"We should've," I agreed, strangely lucid. "We just kept ignoring things as they got worse and worse."
She fell silent, hand on her chin as she looked at me. "Let's go."
I stared at her, surprised. "What?"
"You want to make amends? Want to absolve yourself of all this," she said, waving her hands at the damage around us. A bronze spider above her head, taller than half the buildings, mirrored her actions, pointing at the same buildings.
"Then help me fight the Endbringer coming here. We've already lost, if we can't fight together. You've helped destroy New York - now help save it."
She extended her hand, to pull me up.
I took it.
Author Notes: Marissa stole the precious thing~
logiccosmic
the Prince of Word Crimes
- Location
- the Hague, formerly
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Taylor, Fiend Caste
Character Sheet: Taylor, Fiend Caste
Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 3
Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 4
Skills: Athletics 3, Awareness 2, Bureaucracy 1, Drive 3, Firearms 2, Integrity 1, Investigation 2, Lore 2 (Capes +1), Martial Arts 1, Resistance 2, Socialize 1, Stealth 1, War 2
Charms:
1st Ebon Dragon Excellency
Loom Snarling Deception
Cracked Cell Circumvention
Insignificant Embers Intuition
Green Sun Nimbus Flare
Hardened Devil Body
By Pain Reforged
Wind Born Stride (x2)
Unimpeded Perfection of Exertion
Bloodless Murk Evasion
By Rage Recast
Scar Writ Saga Shield
Countless Cities Clotting
Devil-Tyrant Avatar Shintai
Witness to Darkness
Skulking Shadows Shintai
Seeing is Blindness
Noon as Night Evocation
Mother Sea Mastery
World-Weathering Incandescence
Character Sheet: Taylor, Fiend Caste
Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Appearance 3
Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 4
Skills: Athletics 3, Awareness 2, Bureaucracy 1, Drive 3, Firearms 2, Integrity 1, Investigation 2, Lore 2 (Capes +1), Martial Arts 1, Resistance 2, Socialize 1, Stealth 1, War 2
Charms:
1st Ebon Dragon Excellency
Loom Snarling Deception
Cracked Cell Circumvention
Insignificant Embers Intuition
Green Sun Nimbus Flare
Hardened Devil Body
By Pain Reforged
Wind Born Stride (x2)
Unimpeded Perfection of Exertion
Bloodless Murk Evasion
By Rage Recast
Scar Writ Saga Shield
Countless Cities Clotting
Devil-Tyrant Avatar Shintai
Witness to Darkness
Skulking Shadows Shintai
Seeing is Blindness
Noon as Night Evocation
Mother Sea Mastery
World-Weathering Incandescence
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
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Arkeus
Crazy cat guy
- Location
- France
I am sensing a theme about Defiler getting minions that have really stupidly overpowered AoE attacks they can't tone down. 
I like that theme.
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I like that theme.
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Essence-yard away, yes, which, huh, is VERY nearby currently.SolipsistSerpen said:
Arkeus
Crazy cat guy
- Location
- France
Yeah, but in this fight they actually tried to help her get away, and that was while she was eating people off the streets by the dozens.mc2rpg said:
To be fair to Marissa, when they went to help her the casualty count was still pretty low. The number they had seen her kill personally even lower. Attempting to save their friend was no more morally dubious than helping Defiler after she murders a bunch of people. It was only later that she started killing on a massive scale, at which point only Krouse was helping her.Arkeus said:
Indeed. And with a bit of teamwork they might enhance each other, I hope.Arkeus said:I am sensing a theme about Defiler getting minions that have really stupidly overpowered AoE attacks they can't tone down.
Also, now Taylor has some "in" onto the Cauldron's existence (formulas), besides Number Man.
And I hope they get at least one male team member at some point. For the sake of richer interactions.
And Marissa thinks it's Simurgh. Well, if so, it should be fun, because Taylor is pretty much ideal against her.
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
These two lines are basically the same.logiccosmic said:
Interesting that Marrisa is joining Taylor, I wonder if she can recruit the other surviving Travellers?
"There is no overkill, there is only "open fire" and "power up""Arkeus said:I am sensing a theme about Defiler getting minions that have really stupidly overpowered AoE attacks they can't tone down.
I like that theme.
The irony is that, in a way, this is actually still much less damage than Noelle would have done if she'd reached Brockton Bay; most of the casualties here were civilians, with only a fairly small amount of capes that got caught, and no destroyed trust into the PRT, which should help with the continued fight against the Endbringers.
lancelot
Completely worth it
Sundancer and Genesis more then likely if Damsel bond over trying to get the fuck out of that apartment without dying.Kelenas said:
I really like how Tricky Dick died here, no dying words or actions, no last sucker punch fuck you he just disappears having just enough time to know he is all the shit he did is for nothing and he is about to put down like someone steps on a cockroach. I only wish she'd killed him after he saw the boom and understood the walking eating disorder was dead.
Assuming that Essence interferes with the mechanism of precognition that the Sinurgh uses, which isn't certain, as it isn't an general property of Essence use, just a specific limitation of the transcedent artifact that is the usual, but not only, way that precognition works in Exalted. You could theoretically upgeade the Loom to be able to better simulate Essence use in its projections, and overcome the limitation. I dimly remember that the Design of Autocthon has gone some way in that direction.
There are at least two other ways of predicating the future that the Exalted can get access to that Essence use doesn't interfere with, samsara, and elder solars can use prediction based precognition by extrapolating from what they can perceive of the current state of the world.
Taylor herself might have some additional protection, as she's running on a different set of physics to the rest of the world, but, then again, she may not.
There are at least two other ways of predicating the future that the Exalted can get access to that Essence use doesn't interfere with, samsara, and elder solars can use prediction based precognition by extrapolating from what they can perceive of the current state of the world.
Taylor herself might have some additional protection, as she's running on a different set of physics to the rest of the world, but, then again, she may not.
Huh, Marissa doesn't seem to have identified the Shadowcape as being the same as Defiler.
I wonder how that will turn out?
"Oh, you mean you were just trying to be low key (for a given value of "low key")? Huh, I guess that makes sense."
Or will it somehow be revealed in a fashion that is utterly suited to causing strife and chaos, damaging what was developing into a pseudo friendship, and causing Taylor even more internal anguish.
(I know what the smart money's on!)
I wonder how that will turn out?
"Oh, you mean you were just trying to be low key (for a given value of "low key")? Huh, I guess that makes sense."
Or will it somehow be revealed in a fashion that is utterly suited to causing strife and chaos, damaging what was developing into a pseudo friendship, and causing Taylor even more internal anguish.
(I know what the smart money's on!)
Those three lines gave me goosebumps, and I mean that literally. Great work, logiccosmic.logiccosmic said:
On an unrelated note:
logiccosmic said:
mwahaha
burn
All hail Defiler!(skyscrapper-sized balls of flame, mushroom clouds and the light of the Green Sun, it doesn't get any better than that )
MALFEAS APPROVESArkeus said:I am sensing a theme about Defiler getting minions that have really stupidly overpowered AoE attacks they can't tone down.
I like that theme.
" Collateral Damage? I think you mean Bonus Damage! "
AnubisXy, about Malfeas's Charms
Khaos
Baguette, wine and cheese
It may be nitpicking but would a tanker explosion result in a mushroom shape cloud? I'm going to assume that it's a product tanker transporting gasoline, ie one of the most flammable and explosive product refine from crude oil. But would it achieve the proper fuel-air mixture so that the combustion is instant enough to create an explosion that would result in a mushroom cloud?
Unless a charm was used to achieve this effect?
Unless a charm was used to achieve this effect?
She didn't, she clearly said that Shadow Cape and Damsel are both Defiler's minions and are part of a larger group.Sir Bill said: