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But it builds off his assumption of being able to do things right according to what he plans....

...

I just realized that Accord's name is a meme...

"All according to the plan"
 
Franklymydear said:
All I can think is that Dauntless got really lucky that Taylor was in something that could, comparatively, be called a good mood. Because sometimes, if you have a really shitty day, anything can set you off. Which probably wouldn't go well in the long run:

(I did a thing)
"Sirin, wait," he said, his voice firm. I could feel traces of exasperation and annoyance flowing through his thoughts, which almost startled me for a moment; Annoyed and exasperated with me? Fuck them. I'd told them repeatedly to leave me alone, and it was hardly fair to blame me if they couldn't work out I didn't anything to do with them.

"'Wait'?" I asked him rhetorically, rising slightly off the rooftop to drift towards tonight's PRT mouthpiece. "You're really going to ask me that when it was all I ever asked anyone?"

He was a good little mouthpiece though. "We need to talk."

"We really don't," I corrected, crossing my arms as I felt a scowl draw across my face. Why did it have to be tonight? One more thing, following on from a shitty day where everything had gone wrong. This was supposed to be my release, supposed to relieve some stress, and now here I was; stuck dealing with the PRT. Again.

No.

I grabbed his armor in my telekinesis, pulling the strings on my brand new puppet taunt until he was standing straight and tall. He started to call out again and I clamped his mouth shut. Did he bite his tongue? I really didn't care.

"You need to talk. You want me to wait." They really want to push this, well, I can push this. I started wrenching strips of his armor apart, grasping individual bits and peeling them like layers off an onion, starting at his boots. "All I ever asked was for time and to talk. Time to talk to my father. Time to talk to the PRT. Time to work out what I wanted and what you people wanted."

I'd finished with his boots now, leaving plain black socks showing holes in a few toes that I knew weren't my fault. There was a pile of twisted refuse around his feet that he couldn't see. I left it there and started on the legs.

"And I talked, but all I got back was lies. Piggot trying to leash me so she could use me like the rest of you. D- Danny pushing me away because he couldn't even start to understand my feelings." Who the hell did they think they were to want to order me around like that? "Where was the time to make up my mind? Will you give it to me now, here? Let me make up my mind and make a choice, change what's been choose for me?"

Tight half pants were all that remained, a plain black, and the pile around Dauntless was larger still. I started on the top half of his costume. They wouldn't let me chose, they thought they knew better.

"No. I'm nothing to you. I'm a tool for Piggot to use, a feather in her cap. Just another soldier. If I wasn't strong enough to fend for myself, if I wasn't strong enough to fend off you, she would have ordered me brought in by now. And I'm nothing to my fa. Fuck, I'm nothing to Danny. What does he know? He never listened, never cared what I wanted, never thought I might have my own opinions, know better then him."

I'd made quick work of the arms of his suit, and there wasn't much left of the chest piece at this point.

"Certainly never thought about what he was doing. Neither did you. I read about your power online, you know. Kind of a pain for you isn't it? A small trickle of power into something each day, slowly adding up over, what was it? Time? Must really suck to have the effort you put in rendered completely pointless by someone who thinks they can control you."

The stripped pile of fabric and metal was a mound around his feet at this point. I'd felt him struggling against my grip the entire time. It was nothing, barely anything compared to the way my powers had increased in strength. But I felt the struggles increase when he felt me start on his mask.

"It occurs to me, you all know who I am. You know my face, my name, my history." I plucked the back of it apart first. Nothing major, just everything that held it in place. Now the only thing that kept his identity secure was me. "I suppose, considering the way everyone has been treating me, that's par for the course." I could feel him shacking now. We were hardly alone, and the three gang members were hanging on my every word. Laying on the ground between us, eyes flicking back and forth, if I dropped his mask they'd have clear line of sight to his face. Did I want that?

No.

As much as I'd not had the best run of luck keeping my own identity secret, the PRT hadn't had anything to do with that. At least, not intentionally. With the exception of my-

Well, I would have told Danny anyway. I might blame them for the timing, for the execution, but it would have been wrong to blame them for him finding out at all. Not to mention how much trouble it would cause me if I was responsible for a PRT cape getting ID'd.

We shot up into the air, Dauntless flying along after me until the buildings started to shrink behind us.

"Well?" I questioned him, letting him control his head and arms again. "You'll have to let me know what it's like, you know, actually having the chance to choose who gets to know who you are."

"This... Siren you've-"

"'Taylor', isn't it? Lets not stand on ceremony, it's just the two of us. Taylor Hebert, age 15, latest Wards member, having a chat with name whatever, age whatever, high and mighty Protectorate member - well, high anyway."

"This isn't something you want to do Siren."

I stopped him there. Locked him up as he was, hands desperately clutching what was left of his mask to his face as if I wasn't already holding it in place.

"What, don't trust me? I think you've got our positions mixed up a bit. You're supposed to be encouraging the wayward Ward to return home, yes?" His hands, still grasping the mask, moved forwards and back whilst I held my phone's camera towards him to make it clear to him he only kept his identity secret at my whim. My point made, we shot across town. "Well, you've done your duty for the night, whoever you are. Just do me a favor:"

We dropped, stomach-wrenchingly fast, towards the PRT building's front doors. The two guards out the front didn't have time to react before I ruptured the containment foam tanks on their backs enough to gum up the entirety of the front doors, Dauntless and them along with it. Carefully, I relaxed my hold on Dauntless and found, as I'd intended, that his arms were stuck just right to hold the mask in place.

One less problem, no matter what tonight would bring. I leaned in close, ignoring the flash of a lone late night tourist snapping a shot along with the meaningless dribble coming from the guards.

"Leave me alone." I tried to make it sound menacing, but I was well aware that I still had the voice of a teenage girl and I doubted it had any effect whatsoever.

Well, I was a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words anyway.
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That was good, and pretty cathartic. You changed her name to Siren in some of the later dialogue, but other than that, pretty awesome.
 
Galeiam said:
But it builds off his assumption of being able to do things right according to what he plans....

...

I just realized that Accord's name is a meme...

"All according to the plan"
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An accord is an agreement or a pact or something similar. So no, his name doesn't come from that phrase, though the phrase may come from the word "accord".

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ac·cord
əˈkôrd/
verb
verb: accord; 3rd person present: accords; past tense: accorded; past participle:accorded; gerund or present participle: according
  1. 1.
    give or grant someone (power, status, or recognition).
    "the powers accorded to the head of state"
    synonyms: give, grant, present, award, vouchsafe; More
    antonyms: withhold
  2. 2.
    (of a concept or fact) be harmonious or consistent with.
    synonyms: correspond to, agree with, match up with, concur with, be consistent with, harmonize with, be in harmony with, be compatible with, chime in with, be in tune with, correlate with, dovetail with; More
    antonyms: disagree, contrast
noun
noun: accord; plural noun: accords
  1. 1.
    an official agreement or treaty.
    synonyms: pact, treaty, agreement, settlement, deal, entente, concordat, protocol,contract, convention
    "a peace accord"
Origin

Old English, from Old French acorder 'reconcile, be of one mind,' from Latin ad- 'to' + cor,cord- 'heart'; influenced by concord.
 
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I'm not insulting you so don't get all snappy just so soon.

But...Accord is the Planner/Strategist of Worm.

So.

All according to plan.[insert steepled hands and glinting glasses here]

Edit: Sigh, keep hitting post.

According means as stated or contested by, as in.

As stated of in agreement with the ACCORD.

Everything is under his control in his city.
 
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Galeiam said:
I'm not insulting you so don't get all snappy just so soon.

But...Accord is the Planner/Strategist of Worm.

So.

All according to plan.[insert steepled hands and glinting glasses here]
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I highly doubt a person of Accord's age and personality would take his cape name from that phrase. It is far more likely that the meaning he associates it with is the one in the definition I edited into my previous post that has to do with harmony and consistency, due to his shard-born major OCD.
 
Wildblow created Accord though...

So just maybe it aint out of the realm of possibility that that phrase inspired his name.

Not once did make a statement that Accord chose his name off the meme.

I really don't like getting into inane, semantic or pedantic arguments, so I'm just gonna end it here and you can continue arguing with yourself.
 
helnae said:
it was just before dinner for me and my blood sugar was rather low.
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Helnae, have a snickers. Your not you when your hungry. :p

/joking

Personally I think the phrase fits but we were never given any context for the majority of names beyond some obvious ones. So it's up to the author to decide whenever it becomes relevant.
 
Insight

The static is growing clearer now.

The thought comes to mind as I wrap up the hands of Merchant pair in plastic ties, and wave off the thanks from the woman they had been accosting.

Even more so when around familiar faces.

"Oi bitch let use go or I'll shiv yer in the kidney wit me Pointy." Sigh. Why do I have to get all the abrasive ones, can't I run into a simple cape fight?

Duct tape will fix that problem at least, if only it worked on relationships.

T̀͜a̴͟͟͞͡y͢҉̶l̸̵̨͟͢o̴̢r͞͏̕͠

Startled I whip around searching for the one calling my name.

"Who is it!"

"Oh hi Sirin it's just me." Ugh, another one of Piggot's plays.

"Go away Browbeat I really don't feel like dealing with you tonight" There! A spark of anger under his usual confused jumble of guilt,sadness, and pity.

Why does he always think that way about me; does he know?

I͞'̛̀m̴̢͡ ̵̡̢͜s͟ó̵͡͝͠ ̴̢̕ş͝o̶̴͢͝ ̨̧̨͜ş̸̕o̶͢r̶ŕ͡ỳ͟҉͟ ̛́T̛͠a̶y̛̕͞l͟҉o͘͜͞͡r͟͡͠

"What did you say?" I question him, as the whispers seemed to come from his general direction.

"Me? Nothing"

Sigh...Clearer everyday, but still just noise.

"Whatever then, just go away Browbeat neither one of us wants to be here" I turn my back to the boy and made sure the thugs were secure before I floated away from the scene.

Please Taylor let us in.

Nothing but static on the wind behind me.
 
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