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Firebird, a Worm AU/Xover?
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Dreaming - Lost Angles
chibipoe
May I tell you of the glory that is Catradora?
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- Astoria, Oregon
Dreaming - Lost Angles
Who was Taylor Hebert?
The thought was punctuated by stabbing a piece of meat slurry attempting to pass itself off as ribs, splattering BBQ sauce over the rest of her meal. Eventually the cheap plastic gave way, leaving her to sigh before putting it aside and pushing away the meal.
The hospital always had decent food in the cafeteria. Or at least, she always managed to get decent food. But she honestly didn't care about that right now. At the moment, something else occupied her thoughts and, like every other time, it left a foul taste in her mouth.
Taylor Hebert.
Vicky's new friend. They were probably on their way to being BFFs at this rate, and she was being left behind. Vicky's boyfriends had been bad enough, but those relationships rarely lasted. Dean had only stuck around for so long because there was something that kept drawing Vicky back for more. What that was, she didn't know. He was rich and maybe good looking, but other than that, she didn't understand why Vicky thought he was so special.
But Taylor wasn't a boyfriend, or even a school friend. Taylor apparently shared Vicky's obsession with fashion, but that wasn't something she held against her. She had never been that interested in fashion, so that wasn't the source of her discontent. It was… what was it? The fact that there was something she knew they weren't saying? Some secret they shared that Amy wasn't privy to. Like the secrets that she kept for Vicky? That bothered her, that someone else was that close to her sister... shared secrets with her.
You don't… You can't share.... Amy frowned at the thought, pushing away the feelings it aroused. Those were too much of a distraction. What was it about Taylor Hebert that gripped her sister's attention? Not the shared hobby, she was sure of that. Was it that other thing? The unintentional hint that Vicky had dropped the other night, that Hebert was also something else?
A Parahuman.
Was that it? The thought that Taylor was out with her sister, beating down thugs together? That Vicky was enjoying the time she spent with Taylor more than the time she spent with her? Probably not, since she herself had never done more than fly with her sister. She didn't have the sort of power that lent itself to the pace Vicky had when patrolling. Taylor had called her Hurricane Victoria and it was, she admitted grudgingly, an apt description.
So that wasn't what stung. Was it the way Vicky talked about her... like she was a kicked puppy that she had to help? Leaning back in her chair, Amy thought of that, her brows knitting together in frustration. Why did that irritate her so much? She knew enough of what had happened to the girl that Vicky's desire to help her made sense. If she were honest about it, Taylor was fairly nice to talk to.
But something just made her dislike the other girl. The way Vicky had forgotten about her... left her waiting at the hospital... all so she could help Taylor. Do things with her. Taking her out shopping, to restaurants, for ice cream and now, if she was right, out patrolling together. The fact that there were secrets they were sharing, all of it made her distrust Taylor Hebert.
She didn't know how to tell Vicky that. How to get her to understand. There was something Amy didn't like about the girl. She couldn't pin down what it was, but something made her distrustful of Vicky's new friend. But she just couldn't come out and say it. Vicky did like Taylor, and Taylor looked like she needed a friend. She just didn't quite think that the friend in question should be her sister.
She didn't want Taylor to be Vicky's friend… why? Her features shifted in thought as she stood and started towards the trash to get rid of her unfinished meal. There had to be a reason behind her distaste of the other girl, beyond simply dislike. She thought back to what she knew about the girl and Vicky's meetings with her. Discussing clothing and fashion, getting that jacket she wore as a gift from Vicky, being taken out to share ice cream by her sister…
Amy froze as the last thought crossed her mind and she thought back to the moment at Fugly Bob's, when Vicky and Taylor had shared a look. Amy had then guessed that there was something they were keeping to themselves. Now, she wondered if the secret was one that Vicky knew. She rewound the dinner in her head, noting the way Taylor had fixed her attention on Victoria, like the rest of the room didn't matter.
Was Taylor interested in Victoria as more than a friend? The thought left her cold. Taylor wanted more out of her friendship with Victoria than her sister had realized. Her lips twisted in distaste at the thought of Taylor taking advantage of her sister's good will. Vicky probably hadn't even noticed that her new 'friend' was interested in her more than fashion.
And if Amy had her way, she never would.
The only sound in his house was the low-pitched hum of the coolant systems for the computers now rigged up in the basement. Even while upstairs in the living room, he could hear and identify the sound. Down the street, he could see a group of children playing with a miniature basketball set. He watched them for a moment, scanning for any signs of traffic that might require him to intervene. When a parent appeared to take charge of their activities, Colin Wallis pulled the curtains closed and turned away, heading toward the kitchen. He stopped in the hallway, turning his attention to look at a picture of his old Wards team. The first Wards team.
Eleven people stood together smiling at the camera; all teenagers save one. He stared at each in turn, their names still etched in his memory even after all this time. He still worked with Hannah; of the others, only a few were still alive. Jason and Reed had their own Protectorate teams to manage. Renee had been lost to them recently, an event that was still raw.
Charlotte was still alive somewhere, he was sure, but he had seen her only once since things had fallen apart. Oscar and Jeanne had died to Behemoth when they had all volunteered to fight the Endbringer. Kay and Mitchell were both dead, lost when they had splintered as a Wards team. What had set that off, he still didn't know for sure, only that everything that had happened and left the first Wards team as little more than a cautionary tale.
"A beacon for future heroes," he muttered, thinking of a speech made years ago. "That blew up quite spectacularly." The Wards program had flourished, but his team was used as an example of what not to do, if they were mentioned at all.
Sighing, he opened the refrigerator and quickly assembled a sandwich. Adding the pickles while he dropped deli-sliced turkey onto the sourdough had shaved eight-tenths of a second off his previous record. He took the sandwich and a small bag of chips downstairs, flipping the lights on with an elbow to illuminate the room.
A table and stool sat off to one side, the table's surface buried under papers and tools.The rest of the space was fitted with some heavy machinery for larger projects and a brand new computer system he had designed and installed. He balanced his weight on the stool as he sat down, slowly biting into his sandwich and turning his thoughts to more recent matters.
Taylor Hebert. His eyes drifted lazily around the basement as he thought about the new recruit and how the entire situation had fallen apart. Taking another bite of the turkey sandwich, he set it aside and woke the computer with a few keystrokes. It began compiling data, a timeline beginning to slowly take shape on the monitor. He chewed methodically while the computer worked, his eyes falling on an all too familiar stack of papers.
Swallowing, Colin eyed the report in front of him for the sixty-seventh time since it had first crossed his desk at work. He grimaced as he looked the well-worn pages over while more and more information was added to the primary display. The large monitor flickered once as dates and notations scrolled past and were systematically broken down into a complete timeline. The entire series of events amounted to nothing less than a total failure. One that he had played a large part in by failing to take Hebert's home life into account.
The whole affair was a complete mess, made official when it was stamped onto the paperwork recently filed and submitted on-site by Hebert's father. The man had left with photocopies, but the originals were now sitting secure in a filing cabinet in the legal department. The Director still had some hope that the situation could still be salvaged, but he wasn't privy to her current intentions at this moment. The larger issue was that Taylor Hebert had completely abandoned her home and school and cut ties. She was still in Brockton Bay and operating as a cape, that much was still true, but they had not been successful in approaching her to start attempting to repair the damage.
Even plain-clothes agents trying to approach her while she was out of costume had been evaded. While she hadn't been violent, she clearly didn't want to talk. Part of that was his fault, he knew. The initial approach, if he was being generous, had not gone as smoothly as he had hoped. Truthfully, it could be seen as a disaster if he wanted to be negative. Almost forty-eight hours since her departure from her home and they had not been able to speak or address her in any significant way.
He turned his attention back to the timeline, his eyes skimming over the sparse facts that he knew were true, trying to piece together where the greatest failings were.
A derisive sound emerged from his throat at that thought. He didn't need to piece together where those were, he knew already. It was his own fault for not properly researching Hebert's situation at home. That was the spark that had set this entire affair smoldering when he unintentionally aired those issues. He took a deep breath and focused on the displayed data. There still had to be more here, something that could help resolve the situation.
"Hebert's first night out was Friday, one week ago," he murmured to himself, dragging the line forward slowly. "We suspect that she was out Saturday night as well, but there weren't any police or PRT contacts available at that time. No activity that we're aware of on Sunday. Monday… that was a wonderful mess on my part. But we thought we had made some headway after Hannah spoke to her and she went to see the Director."
The timeline shifted again and he frowned. "No contact from either Hebert on Tuesday, but she did go out again as Assault and Battery interacted with her. She was terse, but not hostile, by their reports. She ran away from home on Wednesday, apparently departing before her father even had an opportunity to present her with the orientation papers."
He frowned, making a note of that on the computer. How had she known? Her father had stated that the last time they had spoken was that morning, which made what she did later on that day all the more puzzling. Perhaps it was related to her thinker power? She always seemed to know what people were thinking around her. Was it a form of ranged empathy?
Colin shook his head, pushing that thought aside. He couldn't let himself be distracted with that right now. There was something wrong with how things had played out, he could feel it. His own mistake aside, Hebert's situation wasn't the first time they had an underaged parahuman who was at odds regarding their parent's wishes about Wards membership. The Social Services section of PR and Liaison was tasked to smoothing over difficult cases like this. Why hadn't they been brought in for addressing any issues between parent and child? The Director had been here long enough that she would have submitted an inquiry to them, after all.
Colin fished out his earpiece and slipped it in, and set up a connection to a line he seldom had reason to contact. Three rings passed by before someone picked up.
"This is Armsmaster," he said gruffly. "I have a question for you about case file 36-A17, the Hebert file."
"Hebert, sir?" a polite voice repeated after a moment. "I'm afraid we don't have anything on record regarding anyone with that name. If you would like to forward it, I can check into that…?"
"No," he said with a grimace that the person he was talking to couldn't see. "If you don't have the file, that won't be necessary. Thank you for the information." He disconnected the line, a frown forming as he tore open his bag of chips
After eating several chips, the bag was set aside and he tapped in several commands to the computer, before flinging his hands outward Holographic images spread out before him, records of everything related to the Hebert case that wasn't confined to an isolated server. Exhaling, he swiped a hand through the air, paging through several documents, looking for the the request that he knew the Director would have submitted.
One hand was reaching for the chips as his other came to the end of the records. The request wasn't there. The chips were forgotten as his attention turned to sorting through the paperwork again, certain he had to have missed it. Again, he came up with nothing and the frown he wore morphed into a scowl. While it was certainly possible that the Director had forgotten to submit the appropriate requests, he knew her well enough that the idea that she wouldn't was absurd.
A third pass through the files related to the Hebert case turned up nothing and he clapped his hands together, dismissing the holographic projections and returning to his desk. A few keystrokes and he began searching through the case records, focusing on departmental requests sent from the Director's computer. He exhaled a few minutes later, a mix of relief and worry occupying his mind. The record showed she had sent the request and the system even had an acknowledgement of receipt.
A second window was opened, tracking PR and Liaison's active issues. He checked each in turn, reading them over quickly to ensure that he didn't overlook anything. Finding an unusual pointer buried deep in the system made his scowl deepen. Examining its purpose, to send a notification to the Director that everything was fine, made it even more fearsome.
His hands stilled over the keyboard, and he stared at the display. After a moment, he began digging further into the system, looking through records of logged activity in hopes of finding the cause of this issue. There had to be something that would explain this. The person he had spoken to hadn't lied, but the system said that the request had been received while not actually routing it anywhere.
Colin leaned back a bit, rocking the stool as he considered what this meant. A glitch was a possibility, but not one he was willing to give any serious weight. While he was by no means the systems administrator that Dragon was, he had more than adequate experience with one.
An hour later, he let his hands relax finally as he looked over the results of his efforts. Nothing. Whatever the cause of the system flagging the request as received without routing it to the correct location was, he was confident that it was not a glitch or error. The paperwork had been filed, and then systematically erased, while still sending an everything is fine message. The remaining conclusion he had come to left him seething at the possible implications. He retrieved his earpiece and fitted it into place once more, dialing another number.
"Director," he said when she answered. "I believe we have a problem."
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Who was Taylor Hebert?
The thought was punctuated by stabbing a piece of meat slurry attempting to pass itself off as ribs, splattering BBQ sauce over the rest of her meal. Eventually the cheap plastic gave way, leaving her to sigh before putting it aside and pushing away the meal.
The hospital always had decent food in the cafeteria. Or at least, she always managed to get decent food. But she honestly didn't care about that right now. At the moment, something else occupied her thoughts and, like every other time, it left a foul taste in her mouth.
Taylor Hebert.
Vicky's new friend. They were probably on their way to being BFFs at this rate, and she was being left behind. Vicky's boyfriends had been bad enough, but those relationships rarely lasted. Dean had only stuck around for so long because there was something that kept drawing Vicky back for more. What that was, she didn't know. He was rich and maybe good looking, but other than that, she didn't understand why Vicky thought he was so special.
But Taylor wasn't a boyfriend, or even a school friend. Taylor apparently shared Vicky's obsession with fashion, but that wasn't something she held against her. She had never been that interested in fashion, so that wasn't the source of her discontent. It was… what was it? The fact that there was something she knew they weren't saying? Some secret they shared that Amy wasn't privy to. Like the secrets that she kept for Vicky? That bothered her, that someone else was that close to her sister... shared secrets with her.
You don't… You can't share.... Amy frowned at the thought, pushing away the feelings it aroused. Those were too much of a distraction. What was it about Taylor Hebert that gripped her sister's attention? Not the shared hobby, she was sure of that. Was it that other thing? The unintentional hint that Vicky had dropped the other night, that Hebert was also something else?
A Parahuman.
Was that it? The thought that Taylor was out with her sister, beating down thugs together? That Vicky was enjoying the time she spent with Taylor more than the time she spent with her? Probably not, since she herself had never done more than fly with her sister. She didn't have the sort of power that lent itself to the pace Vicky had when patrolling. Taylor had called her Hurricane Victoria and it was, she admitted grudgingly, an apt description.
So that wasn't what stung. Was it the way Vicky talked about her... like she was a kicked puppy that she had to help? Leaning back in her chair, Amy thought of that, her brows knitting together in frustration. Why did that irritate her so much? She knew enough of what had happened to the girl that Vicky's desire to help her made sense. If she were honest about it, Taylor was fairly nice to talk to.
But something just made her dislike the other girl. The way Vicky had forgotten about her... left her waiting at the hospital... all so she could help Taylor. Do things with her. Taking her out shopping, to restaurants, for ice cream and now, if she was right, out patrolling together. The fact that there were secrets they were sharing, all of it made her distrust Taylor Hebert.
She didn't know how to tell Vicky that. How to get her to understand. There was something Amy didn't like about the girl. She couldn't pin down what it was, but something made her distrustful of Vicky's new friend. But she just couldn't come out and say it. Vicky did like Taylor, and Taylor looked like she needed a friend. She just didn't quite think that the friend in question should be her sister.
She didn't want Taylor to be Vicky's friend… why? Her features shifted in thought as she stood and started towards the trash to get rid of her unfinished meal. There had to be a reason behind her distaste of the other girl, beyond simply dislike. She thought back to what she knew about the girl and Vicky's meetings with her. Discussing clothing and fashion, getting that jacket she wore as a gift from Vicky, being taken out to share ice cream by her sister…
Amy froze as the last thought crossed her mind and she thought back to the moment at Fugly Bob's, when Vicky and Taylor had shared a look. Amy had then guessed that there was something they were keeping to themselves. Now, she wondered if the secret was one that Vicky knew. She rewound the dinner in her head, noting the way Taylor had fixed her attention on Victoria, like the rest of the room didn't matter.
Was Taylor interested in Victoria as more than a friend? The thought left her cold. Taylor wanted more out of her friendship with Victoria than her sister had realized. Her lips twisted in distaste at the thought of Taylor taking advantage of her sister's good will. Vicky probably hadn't even noticed that her new 'friend' was interested in her more than fashion.
And if Amy had her way, she never would.
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The only sound in his house was the low-pitched hum of the coolant systems for the computers now rigged up in the basement. Even while upstairs in the living room, he could hear and identify the sound. Down the street, he could see a group of children playing with a miniature basketball set. He watched them for a moment, scanning for any signs of traffic that might require him to intervene. When a parent appeared to take charge of their activities, Colin Wallis pulled the curtains closed and turned away, heading toward the kitchen. He stopped in the hallway, turning his attention to look at a picture of his old Wards team. The first Wards team.
Eleven people stood together smiling at the camera; all teenagers save one. He stared at each in turn, their names still etched in his memory even after all this time. He still worked with Hannah; of the others, only a few were still alive. Jason and Reed had their own Protectorate teams to manage. Renee had been lost to them recently, an event that was still raw.
Charlotte was still alive somewhere, he was sure, but he had seen her only once since things had fallen apart. Oscar and Jeanne had died to Behemoth when they had all volunteered to fight the Endbringer. Kay and Mitchell were both dead, lost when they had splintered as a Wards team. What had set that off, he still didn't know for sure, only that everything that had happened and left the first Wards team as little more than a cautionary tale.
"A beacon for future heroes," he muttered, thinking of a speech made years ago. "That blew up quite spectacularly." The Wards program had flourished, but his team was used as an example of what not to do, if they were mentioned at all.
Sighing, he opened the refrigerator and quickly assembled a sandwich. Adding the pickles while he dropped deli-sliced turkey onto the sourdough had shaved eight-tenths of a second off his previous record. He took the sandwich and a small bag of chips downstairs, flipping the lights on with an elbow to illuminate the room.
A table and stool sat off to one side, the table's surface buried under papers and tools.The rest of the space was fitted with some heavy machinery for larger projects and a brand new computer system he had designed and installed. He balanced his weight on the stool as he sat down, slowly biting into his sandwich and turning his thoughts to more recent matters.
Taylor Hebert. His eyes drifted lazily around the basement as he thought about the new recruit and how the entire situation had fallen apart. Taking another bite of the turkey sandwich, he set it aside and woke the computer with a few keystrokes. It began compiling data, a timeline beginning to slowly take shape on the monitor. He chewed methodically while the computer worked, his eyes falling on an all too familiar stack of papers.
Swallowing, Colin eyed the report in front of him for the sixty-seventh time since it had first crossed his desk at work. He grimaced as he looked the well-worn pages over while more and more information was added to the primary display. The large monitor flickered once as dates and notations scrolled past and were systematically broken down into a complete timeline. The entire series of events amounted to nothing less than a total failure. One that he had played a large part in by failing to take Hebert's home life into account.
The whole affair was a complete mess, made official when it was stamped onto the paperwork recently filed and submitted on-site by Hebert's father. The man had left with photocopies, but the originals were now sitting secure in a filing cabinet in the legal department. The Director still had some hope that the situation could still be salvaged, but he wasn't privy to her current intentions at this moment. The larger issue was that Taylor Hebert had completely abandoned her home and school and cut ties. She was still in Brockton Bay and operating as a cape, that much was still true, but they had not been successful in approaching her to start attempting to repair the damage.
Even plain-clothes agents trying to approach her while she was out of costume had been evaded. While she hadn't been violent, she clearly didn't want to talk. Part of that was his fault, he knew. The initial approach, if he was being generous, had not gone as smoothly as he had hoped. Truthfully, it could be seen as a disaster if he wanted to be negative. Almost forty-eight hours since her departure from her home and they had not been able to speak or address her in any significant way.
He turned his attention back to the timeline, his eyes skimming over the sparse facts that he knew were true, trying to piece together where the greatest failings were.
A derisive sound emerged from his throat at that thought. He didn't need to piece together where those were, he knew already. It was his own fault for not properly researching Hebert's situation at home. That was the spark that had set this entire affair smoldering when he unintentionally aired those issues. He took a deep breath and focused on the displayed data. There still had to be more here, something that could help resolve the situation.
"Hebert's first night out was Friday, one week ago," he murmured to himself, dragging the line forward slowly. "We suspect that she was out Saturday night as well, but there weren't any police or PRT contacts available at that time. No activity that we're aware of on Sunday. Monday… that was a wonderful mess on my part. But we thought we had made some headway after Hannah spoke to her and she went to see the Director."
The timeline shifted again and he frowned. "No contact from either Hebert on Tuesday, but she did go out again as Assault and Battery interacted with her. She was terse, but not hostile, by their reports. She ran away from home on Wednesday, apparently departing before her father even had an opportunity to present her with the orientation papers."
He frowned, making a note of that on the computer. How had she known? Her father had stated that the last time they had spoken was that morning, which made what she did later on that day all the more puzzling. Perhaps it was related to her thinker power? She always seemed to know what people were thinking around her. Was it a form of ranged empathy?
Colin shook his head, pushing that thought aside. He couldn't let himself be distracted with that right now. There was something wrong with how things had played out, he could feel it. His own mistake aside, Hebert's situation wasn't the first time they had an underaged parahuman who was at odds regarding their parent's wishes about Wards membership. The Social Services section of PR and Liaison was tasked to smoothing over difficult cases like this. Why hadn't they been brought in for addressing any issues between parent and child? The Director had been here long enough that she would have submitted an inquiry to them, after all.
Colin fished out his earpiece and slipped it in, and set up a connection to a line he seldom had reason to contact. Three rings passed by before someone picked up.
"This is Armsmaster," he said gruffly. "I have a question for you about case file 36-A17, the Hebert file."
"Hebert, sir?" a polite voice repeated after a moment. "I'm afraid we don't have anything on record regarding anyone with that name. If you would like to forward it, I can check into that…?"
"No," he said with a grimace that the person he was talking to couldn't see. "If you don't have the file, that won't be necessary. Thank you for the information." He disconnected the line, a frown forming as he tore open his bag of chips
After eating several chips, the bag was set aside and he tapped in several commands to the computer, before flinging his hands outward Holographic images spread out before him, records of everything related to the Hebert case that wasn't confined to an isolated server. Exhaling, he swiped a hand through the air, paging through several documents, looking for the the request that he knew the Director would have submitted.
One hand was reaching for the chips as his other came to the end of the records. The request wasn't there. The chips were forgotten as his attention turned to sorting through the paperwork again, certain he had to have missed it. Again, he came up with nothing and the frown he wore morphed into a scowl. While it was certainly possible that the Director had forgotten to submit the appropriate requests, he knew her well enough that the idea that she wouldn't was absurd.
A third pass through the files related to the Hebert case turned up nothing and he clapped his hands together, dismissing the holographic projections and returning to his desk. A few keystrokes and he began searching through the case records, focusing on departmental requests sent from the Director's computer. He exhaled a few minutes later, a mix of relief and worry occupying his mind. The record showed she had sent the request and the system even had an acknowledgement of receipt.
A second window was opened, tracking PR and Liaison's active issues. He checked each in turn, reading them over quickly to ensure that he didn't overlook anything. Finding an unusual pointer buried deep in the system made his scowl deepen. Examining its purpose, to send a notification to the Director that everything was fine, made it even more fearsome.
His hands stilled over the keyboard, and he stared at the display. After a moment, he began digging further into the system, looking through records of logged activity in hopes of finding the cause of this issue. There had to be something that would explain this. The person he had spoken to hadn't lied, but the system said that the request had been received while not actually routing it anywhere.
Colin leaned back a bit, rocking the stool as he considered what this meant. A glitch was a possibility, but not one he was willing to give any serious weight. While he was by no means the systems administrator that Dragon was, he had more than adequate experience with one.
An hour later, he let his hands relax finally as he looked over the results of his efforts. Nothing. Whatever the cause of the system flagging the request as received without routing it to the correct location was, he was confident that it was not a glitch or error. The paperwork had been filed, and then systematically erased, while still sending an everything is fine message. The remaining conclusion he had come to left him seething at the possible implications. He retrieved his earpiece and fitted it into place once more, dialing another number.
"Director," he said when she answered. "I believe we have a problem."
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CV12Hornet
Riter.
- Location
- Tacoma, Washington
COOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLL!!!!!!
VolantRedX
Official Conscience of Worm Fanfiction!
Not going to lie, read that as Los Angeles and was wondering why Alexandria was getting involved.
chibipoe
May I tell you of the glory that is Catradora?
- Location
- Astoria, Oregon
I kept glaring at my spell check wanting to turn it into Los Angeles too. :/
Great teacher armsmaster!
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
Me too, I thought for a minute Taylor had bailed so hard she made her way to the other coast.
Coil just got busted didn't he.
- Location
- West Michigan
Looking a little yandere there, Amy.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Yeah... trying to talk to Taylor when she does not want to will not work out well.
- Location
- In the depts of despair.
The part I like the most is how Coil's powers manifest as being unable to plan long term. Coil focus so much into one path over another at the short term that he forgets that his actions or inactions have long term consequences regardless of their initial success. In this case he's giving the white hats vital intelligence in exchange of having a marginaly better chance of acquiring Taylor and bothering the PRT/Protectorate.
- Location
- Internet
Well, something to remember for Coil is that he isn't hacking the system. He's likely having Lisa just legitimately access it with stolen information via her power. He's not really burning anything he isn't prepared to lose and can easily replace. There is no system glitch to fix, or hole in the programming. Lisa logs in just like she normally does under an Admin account and discreetly shuffles the paperwork around. If caught, then Coil is likely prepared to have the finger for it pointed somewhere expendable.
Because that is a thing from Canon. Lisa showed that she was perfectly capable of using her power to lift accounts, passwords, the whole she-bang so she could get into PRT/Protectorate files on a whim.
Because that is a thing from Canon. Lisa showed that she was perfectly capable of using her power to lift accounts, passwords, the whole she-bang so she could get into PRT/Protectorate files on a whim.
LastStandZiggy
Last To Fall
- Location
- Kingman, Az
'A little'?
We're starting to approach Yuno levels here, batten down the hatches lads! Blood storm incoming!
Parselmaster
Silent Balancing Scale
- Location
- Mid-West, USA
Armsmaster and Amy are very interesting characters. It also isn't often that anyone sees Armsmaster doing computer work. He IS skilled at programming, but it almost never shows up.
- Location
- Crackship Space!
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
I don't know. I mean if could be agent interjection. Or Taylor could be pulling Victoria style mental shenaningans that get punked by her shaper shard.
Also.
LIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
- Location
- West Michigan
At least we know it's not the Sublime. Amy would be immune to that particular bullshit.
- Location
- Internet
Not quite that bad. Not yet. If it was Yuno levels, she wouldn't even had the warm-up to the thought and would have gone straight to the messiest option she could have.
Plus, a little jealousy could be good for Amy. The thing in Canon was that everything boiled under the surface for so long that it eventually detonate horribly. If Amy pops her top sooner, there is a good chance that it will be healthier for her and everyone around her because she won't have the sheer megatons worth of emotional baggage coming out all at once.
If she focuses on Taylor, becoming more aggressive without turning purely hostile, she'll let off some of that pressure
Huh.
While I'm all for Taylor/Vicky (in whatever iteration), Amy seems a little too...not necessarily Yandere, but for sure more possessive than she ever seemed to be around Dean.
Perhaps Taylor (and the foreignness that surrounds her to Amy's shard) is triggering a stronger conflict-oriented response?
Also, Armmaster sullies his keyboard with chip grease? :shock
In any case, I would have liked to see some of the NOT-Glenn PR/smooth things over crew. Unfortunately, Lisa/Coil's erasure means that's...unlikely.
Also would have thought that MM might have tried to make headway in the aftermath, but I suppose Taylor's just 'nope'-ing' it. I suppose since she's in full-on avoidance mode, she can claim to not 'know' that the PRT is actively trying to go through orientation and whatnot?
Honestly, if Taylor makes it for any significant length of time on her own and tries to use that to justify it to herself....dunno if I can stomach that, lol. But that may be bringing up too much of a covered ground topic already, so I'll drop it til it becomes more relevant.
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Eh, it's almost, if not in fact easier, to exploit that feeling of jealousy to get Amy to do some potentially nasty stuff, though.
While I'm all for Taylor/Vicky (in whatever iteration), Amy seems a little too...not necessarily Yandere, but for sure more possessive than she ever seemed to be around Dean.
Perhaps Taylor (and the foreignness that surrounds her to Amy's shard) is triggering a stronger conflict-oriented response?
Also, Armmaster sullies his keyboard with chip grease? :shock
In any case, I would have liked to see some of the NOT-Glenn PR/smooth things over crew. Unfortunately, Lisa/Coil's erasure means that's...unlikely.
Also would have thought that MM might have tried to make headway in the aftermath, but I suppose Taylor's just 'nope'-ing' it. I suppose since she's in full-on avoidance mode, she can claim to not 'know' that the PRT is actively trying to go through orientation and whatnot?
Honestly, if Taylor makes it for any significant length of time on her own and tries to use that to justify it to herself....dunno if I can stomach that, lol. But that may be bringing up too much of a covered ground topic already, so I'll drop it til it becomes more relevant.
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Eh, it's almost, if not in fact easier, to exploit that feeling of jealousy to get Amy to do some potentially nasty stuff, though.
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I think because Amy can on some level avoid seeing the boys as a threat to her and Vicky. There are things that up until now Amy never had to worry about someone moving in on, girl's stuff. If suddenly Vicky got super close to someone that wasn't Amy she might feel threatened.
Fair point, I agree with that part, but unless Amy really thinks Vicky 'could' be into girls, it seems like an odd transferal of her own issues onto Taylor in a way that doesn't quite add up the right way.
Taylor's identity is what Taylor and Vicky are 'hiding', IIRC, but unless Amy thinks Vicky's two-timing Dean, it's an odd conclusion to be made, that Taylor is after Vicky in a relationship sense.