Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
That... that's a hair clip... ignore the sexy shadow behind the lady. :3
That's cuz she's a snob. :>
Goblin Queen [Worm/Exalted] [Crosspost]
- Thread starter Biigoh
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That... that's a hair clip... ignore the sexy shadow behind the lady. :3
That's cuz she's a snob. :>
While they are certainly clothes, NORMAL is probably not the proper adjective for dear Professor Urn.
Yes? Which is why I've written "which Professor Urn apparently isn't doing" there.
earthboy
(verified ape)
- Location
- NYC
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"Voyeur" is totally the wrong word for someone telepathically caressing your nervous system.
Taylor should agonize about this dearth of apposite linguistic specificity.
Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
It's close enough ^_^
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
That's molestation, Alec's running around molesting the entire team.
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- Location
- The end of all things
Taylor is clearly not too worried about the voyeur problem. Her infallible narrative senses tell her that a kind monster will soon take care of it. Of course they also tell her that Grue will soon be easy pickings.
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Biigoh
Tanuki
- Location
- Tanukia
I don't know how it really happened, but it became routine. Life, that is. There was no point that I could point at and say 'This! This was when things became routine'.
Oh, how I wished there was.
But the simple truth was that things had changed.
I was no longer bullied at school. I had captured Madison as someone who I found myself hanging out with. I had the grudging respect of Sophia, or was that concerned fear... More than that, I had Emma admit that what she had done was wrong, and that she was strong, that she didn't need to bully me any more.
In a sense, I had won.
But it was not a complete victory.
That story, written long ago by me as I yielded to the dictates and practicality of horrible story telling. It still sang to me. Urging me onwards.
To escalate.
To seize complete victory over the mean girl. And yet, to do so... that would require that I be the aggressor for once. To strike at someone who knew not what awaited her. Could I do such a thing?
I had stated once upon a time, before witnesses even, that I considered the matter over and done as long as no further attention was directed at me since I had received an apology. Certainly, that was the spirit of what I said.
But sweet 'innocent' little Emma hadn't apologized, had she?
A point I had to admit to myself. But was it worth it? That was a question I had to ask myself from where I sat on the school roof, nibbling on pieces of my meat pie.
A part of me declared that yes, it was worth it while another part of me disagreed and wanted a new story. A new narrative where I was no longer entangled with Emma's story since she no longer wanted to play with after spreading her wings.
Now that she was 'strong'.
Now that she could channel essence into charms.
Now that she knew how to crudely say no! to physics and be cool.
I would need to think on this when my school ended for the day, perhaps talk things over with Madison, Lisa and Dinah. Maybe Alec if he wasn't busy being a voyeur and feeling out our bodies as we did stuff in the lair or near it. Certainly, one might have to invent new words for what he did exactly... but voyeur was close enough for me with how he caressed our senses, sitting there watching, hearing and feeling we did.
Alec was a complete voyeur. But when you got down to it, so was I. My range was shorter than his, but I compensated by the staggering amount of minds I could connect to and command. After all, when one's limitation isn't a matter of how many one could control but an area... that made all the difference.
I had compared notes with Alec once, it was from there that I mastered tapping into the senses of my goblins. It was also, sadly, the start of when he had asked to be allowed to connect to me to see things differently.
My agreement and consent had surprised him, but in a way... it was fine as I had yet to expand my senses while he was connected to me.
As I ate my lunch, my eyes slipped closed. And our senses expanded.
Insect by insect.
Creepy crawlies that lived within the very ceilings, walls and floors that humanity erected to separate themselves from nature. It would surprise people just how much life could be found in any given building.
And I was the queen of all of them. More, I was them and they were me.
Slowly influence grew, spreading outwards, downwards and upwards in a sphere of absolute control, perfect sublime blending. From the earthworms as they squirmed in the earth chewing at their surrounding, to the ants as they harvested food, fed their queen and guarded their future, to the bee drones, or the scavenger cockroaches as they lurked in the kitchens and pipes, while the hunter wasps flew beneath the warm sun amidst green leaves... I was all of them and they were me.
I breathed in before releasing my breath.
This was what I was.
I was so much than just a single human, I was a countless swarm. And that was just my power, I had yet to shape reality. That lay uneasily beneath the touch of my thoughts.
My swarm felt the vibration before I heard it.
A low howl that rumbled, sounding like a ravenous wolf hunting. An unending vibration that deepened in pitch and volume as it cycled ever upwards before reverting to the higher pitch, fading volume. It was soon followed by an identical noise but not in sync, before another two followed suit until they were an incessant sound that echoed across the city.
It was a sensation that I could feel more with my body and the bodies of my insect selves than hear it. And yet, it was loud enough that none could mistake it. I could sense the outcries of the students in the school, that sudden pause by the adults, teachers and otherwise, as they took in the meaning of the siren.
They were air raid sirens, and their clarion call reached to the lizard part of the human brain, crying out [Danger! Run! Seek shelter!]. They warned of bombs in the event of a war or an S class threat that endangered the city; such as a cape like me no longer playing around or an Endbringer.
And since I was the only one in Brockton Bay who might merit such treatment and I wasn't doing anything that might attract attention, nor was there any obvious signs of explosions...
That could only mean one thing.
An Endbringer.
Oh, how I wished there was.
But the simple truth was that things had changed.
I was no longer bullied at school. I had captured Madison as someone who I found myself hanging out with. I had the grudging respect of Sophia, or was that concerned fear... More than that, I had Emma admit that what she had done was wrong, and that she was strong, that she didn't need to bully me any more.
In a sense, I had won.
But it was not a complete victory.
That story, written long ago by me as I yielded to the dictates and practicality of horrible story telling. It still sang to me. Urging me onwards.
To escalate.
To seize complete victory over the mean girl. And yet, to do so... that would require that I be the aggressor for once. To strike at someone who knew not what awaited her. Could I do such a thing?
I had stated once upon a time, before witnesses even, that I considered the matter over and done as long as no further attention was directed at me since I had received an apology. Certainly, that was the spirit of what I said.
But sweet 'innocent' little Emma hadn't apologized, had she?
A point I had to admit to myself. But was it worth it? That was a question I had to ask myself from where I sat on the school roof, nibbling on pieces of my meat pie.
A part of me declared that yes, it was worth it while another part of me disagreed and wanted a new story. A new narrative where I was no longer entangled with Emma's story since she no longer wanted to play with after spreading her wings.
Now that she was 'strong'.
Now that she could channel essence into charms.
Now that she knew how to crudely say no! to physics and be cool.
I would need to think on this when my school ended for the day, perhaps talk things over with Madison, Lisa and Dinah. Maybe Alec if he wasn't busy being a voyeur and feeling out our bodies as we did stuff in the lair or near it. Certainly, one might have to invent new words for what he did exactly... but voyeur was close enough for me with how he caressed our senses, sitting there watching, hearing and feeling we did.
Alec was a complete voyeur. But when you got down to it, so was I. My range was shorter than his, but I compensated by the staggering amount of minds I could connect to and command. After all, when one's limitation isn't a matter of how many one could control but an area... that made all the difference.
I had compared notes with Alec once, it was from there that I mastered tapping into the senses of my goblins. It was also, sadly, the start of when he had asked to be allowed to connect to me to see things differently.
My agreement and consent had surprised him, but in a way... it was fine as I had yet to expand my senses while he was connected to me.
As I ate my lunch, my eyes slipped closed. And our senses expanded.
Insect by insect.
Creepy crawlies that lived within the very ceilings, walls and floors that humanity erected to separate themselves from nature. It would surprise people just how much life could be found in any given building.
And I was the queen of all of them. More, I was them and they were me.
Slowly influence grew, spreading outwards, downwards and upwards in a sphere of absolute control, perfect sublime blending. From the earthworms as they squirmed in the earth chewing at their surrounding, to the ants as they harvested food, fed their queen and guarded their future, to the bee drones, or the scavenger cockroaches as they lurked in the kitchens and pipes, while the hunter wasps flew beneath the warm sun amidst green leaves... I was all of them and they were me.
I breathed in before releasing my breath.
This was what I was.
I was so much than just a single human, I was a countless swarm. And that was just my power, I had yet to shape reality. That lay uneasily beneath the touch of my thoughts.
My swarm felt the vibration before I heard it.
A low howl that rumbled, sounding like a ravenous wolf hunting. An unending vibration that deepened in pitch and volume as it cycled ever upwards before reverting to the higher pitch, fading volume. It was soon followed by an identical noise but not in sync, before another two followed suit until they were an incessant sound that echoed across the city.
It was a sensation that I could feel more with my body and the bodies of my insect selves than hear it. And yet, it was loud enough that none could mistake it. I could sense the outcries of the students in the school, that sudden pause by the adults, teachers and otherwise, as they took in the meaning of the siren.
They were air raid sirens, and their clarion call reached to the lizard part of the human brain, crying out [Danger! Run! Seek shelter!]. They warned of bombs in the event of a war or an S class threat that endangered the city; such as a cape like me no longer playing around or an Endbringer.
And since I was the only one in Brockton Bay who might merit such treatment and I wasn't doing anything that might attract attention, nor was there any obvious signs of explosions...
That could only mean one thing.
An Endbringer.
- - -
Goblin Queen | An ending is also a beginning
Worm / Exalted
- - -
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats
Goblin Queen | An ending is also a beginning
Worm / Exalted
- - -
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats
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Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
Taylor I think you just found the perfect opportunity to get yourself tangled up in a whole lot of Narratives.
Re-post from SB:
Taylor is certainly becoming more Raksha like, if different parts of her self are starting to battle for various narratives.
So, the Endbringer attack....I wonder how Taylor will fare here. Her preference of using illusions will be of very limited effectiveness at best. She'll have to pull out some other tricks. Also, probably best to not use her sword here, as having it broken would (as stated before) be very bad.
Emma: "Swording it doesn't work? Impossible."
- Location
- Crackship Space!
FTFY
Emma: Im the most awesome one here and I cant even dent the thing! Were all going to die!
Taylor: Oh hey Emma. Ohh he looks big. You having fun?
Emma: Damnit Taylor your no match for him! Your only going to get in the way!
Taylor: Really.
Emma: Really.
Taylor: REALLY?
Emma: ummm what are you doing?
Taylor: Releasing Restraints.
Emma: WTF!
Taylor: Whats the matter Emma? Chicken?
come from sb to give you my likes, here take them
SB avatar better, IMHO, much more smug and satisfied-looking, which totally fits.
EDIT: There, was that so hard? Now you can actually be recognized in time to run away.
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Tanuki
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- Tanukia
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So, I've heard amazing things about this time and place... :3
To honor my arrival in this plebeian alternate past of the ninth day of the month May in the two thousand and ninth year of our lord, I gift you with a story. I trust you'll fine it as delightful to read as I found it to write.
And remember, I welcome any and all Comments and Criticisms, tell me what you think in all honesty.
Once upon a time, there was a villain who found himself out of his depth. He really did try to be a good big brother, who would protect his little sister even if it was necessary to get hurt and to dirty his hands.
- - - Her - - -
Day by day, he lived and things went along just peachy until he encountered... HER.
A vicious crazy girl out on her first night as a cape. Filled with hopes of heroism, to escape the despair of her every day life. Perhaps, if he had known the danger there, he might have escaped that dire fate of his.
But such was not to be.
And thus did Grue fall prey to the one known simply as Skitter by the simple act of his team inviting her to join them.
In the end, the would be hero turned out to be the worse, the absolute worse villain in that team. One who would escalate without care or consideration for anyone else.
To the point where, she stole his story, his team, and his poor innocent heart.
And then... one day, long after he had gotten over her when she ran off, with her burden of Doing Things My Way or Be Buried and being a hard girl making the hard choices... he was caught up in her web once more.
He found himself in over his head as he ended up fighting for the very future of humanity, and to keep his wife safe.
Sadly, he died.
Killed in battle as many had at the oil rig, by the Gold Morning.
And found himself in the past, when first he had gained his powers.
He vowed he would do things differently. He would use his very knowledge of what was to come and avert them. He even experimented in manly love. Sadly, it wasn't to be.
He found himself afflicted with a bad case of stalker-itis, specifically, a shadowy stalker-itis. A terrible state of affairs as Skitter, if she had been there in that distant yesterday, would attest, after all he didn't have a foppish regent to scare her and make her run with the tail between her legs.
That stalker-itis affliction lurked near him, ogling his nice ass clad in his tight trousers, that six pack, or those damn nice pecs of his covered with a thin sheen of sweat as he worked out and sparred with his team mates.
And one day, she struck! And the poor time-lost man found himself helpless. Unable to muster any defenses against her hussy ways. The results were predictable. There was hora. Lots of hora everywhere.... so much hora that the innocent virgin eyes of various wards, like Clockblocker, were ruined forever and ever.
To be cont.
What do you think? Cool, huh?
- God Empress Rose
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