Oh god, she's going to put the fear of THEIR DAUGHTER into Missy's Parents, who are going to stop fighting over her, and start fighting to get -away- from her. 0,0

Or, and I understand this is normally iinconceivable in Worm outside of fic, one of them has the cold water moment of "Oh dear Lord, she ends up looking for fights all the time because all we ever do is fight, and at least the Wards get her away from us being awful to each other..."
 
Or, and I understand this is normally iinconceivable in Worm outside of fic, one of them has the cold water moment of "Oh dear Lord, she ends up looking for fights all the time because all we ever do is fight, and at least the Wards get her away from us being awful to each other..."
Maybe they'll find something to agree about? That they don't care if China gets Vista'd? :)

Or, they'll start arguing about who, and whose family, Missy gets her 'violent tendencies' from?

Want real trouble? Vista asks Impulse for advice on 'calming her parents down', and he gets his sister to 'delicately' remind them of why they got married in the first place... And Missy finds what living in a house with adults totally lost in romance is like...
 
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School Daze, Part 10
"The fucking bitch even watched me do the test, and still blamed me of cheating! Twice!" Aisha exclaimed, as Dinah and Missy looked appropriately appalled.

"That sucks!" Dinah responded. "She just can't appreciate your awesome!"

"She even gave me shit for my locksmithing! Just 'cause I know how to pick those stupid school locks doesn't mean I did! I have better things to do!"

"What was her name again?" Missy asked, with a gleam in her eye.

Elsewhere

"So," Lisa said, halting the elevator. "Very important."

"Oh?" Brian replied, mild alarm in his voice.

"You stood up for Aisha with the school."

Alarm was replaced with confusion. "How did you know about that?"

Lisa looked unusually serious. "It is a really big deal to Aisha. I'm pretty sure everyone in the apartment bloc knows."

Brian facepalmed.

"Which leads to the important thing. You need to come up with things she can do to thank you."

"Huh? I didn't do it for some prize, she doesn't have to do that?"

Lisa sighed. "If you both were rich, snooty and insufferable, she would give you a bottle of wine or pot of jam or something. Boring rich people bullshit. But you're not, and she's decided to move past whatever life and standard answer she might have had before, so she's been brainstorming."

Brian nodded slowly.

"Now think about who she tends to talk to."

A look of growing horror came over Brian's face.
 
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Animal Adventures, Part 22 | Old Bones, Part 16
"Why is the facility full of cats?" Doctor Mother asked.

"Hmm?" Dr. Weaver replied, looking up.

"Cats. Many cats. You gave Doormaker and Clairvoyant cats."

The infuriating time traveler shrugged. "You had space, they seemed lonely. Cats help. Contessa helped me find them a vet."

"So… they're just kidnapping people's cats?"

"Oh, no, they're rescues." The other woman's gaze sharpened. "Sort of like your case 53s, except the cats are allowed to leave, and get better medical support."

Elsewhere

"Max, there's a new problem at Medhall," Victor said without preamble.

Max gestured for Victor to sit down.

"The alphabet soup agencies keep poking around. A few of the boys came forward to let us know that 'someone' had forgotten to remove this or that contraband after a hand-off, and with the current level of scrutiny exfiltrating some of it could prove difficult."

Max wanted to scream, but forced himself to maintain his calm, dignified expression. It was important, especially in a crisis, to project confidence. "This just being the ones we know about," Max replied in a level tone, "and we can't do a thorough search because the Feds would definitely notice."

Victor nodded. "You should check with the lawyers to be sure, but it's likely more than we can plausibly pin on Krieg."

Max nodded. If Victor said it was a problem, it likely was. Attorneys with undesirable backgrounds had spent years developing the man's legal instincts.

Note: Something, something, culture of compliance.
 
"Oh, no, they're rescues." The other woman's gaze sharpened. "Sort of like your case 53s, except the cats are allowed to leave, and get better medical support."

I do like this chapter, and I'm glad to see Uptime Taylor getting to snark some more at Cauldron, as well as the noose tightening on the Nazis.

Unsurprised they're planning to play 'pin the tail on the Krieg.' No true Scotsmen, indeed! Thank you for the update!
 
Strap In
Amy eyed Vicky skeptically."What is… all that?" She gestured at her sister's new assortment of straps and buckles.

"I'm practicing aerial photography. I talked to Armsmaster, and he agrees it could be useful in situations where they can't bring in an aircraft due to tight spaces or something."

"Uh-huh?"

"Yep, see, this boy here has a gyroscope in it, and…"

Elsewhere

The masked girl stared at Taylor a moment, then shook herself. "That is, hmmm, a very large amount of information about bees and wasps." the girl shuddered. "I did not know much of that."

"I know!" Taylor said. "Isn't it interesting! Especially when you consider—l

"—please stop" the other girl said, rubbing her forehead. "I'll give you a 9/10 on the bee-themed branding and name. You're still at 6/10 on 'not being scary' but frankly I think that's the best we're going to get."

"Ok? I still don't understand what the issue is, Bees aren't all that different from spiders, they don't even eat mosquitos!"
 
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Humorous chapter, I'm enjoying seeing the new hobbies Vicky's exploring.

Is the masked girl supposed to be Lisa, Sabah, or someone else here? It's a touch vague. I'm enjoying it, but I'm sure I'dlike it more knowing who's in the conversation.

"I'm practicing arial photography.
Although Vicky could be considered a seraph, I think she's operating sans serif here. Do you mean 'aerial photography?'

"I'll give you and 9/10 on the bee-themed branding and name.
The 'and' ought to be just an 'a' here, right?
 
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No, it shouldn't. "Branding" and "Name" are not the same. One is part of the other, but "Name" is what she calls herself while "branding" is things like "what do I do with my abilities, how do I dress, how do I act, and how do I talk".
...Okay, but I'm talking about the FIRST 'and' in that sentence, between 'you' and '9/10' where it would sound like I'll give 'you a 9/10,' instead of 'I'll give you and 9/10.' You know, the 'and' that I put in bold. Because that's the one I was talking about?:rolleyes: I'll go put it in red, too, I guess.
 
...Okay, but I'm talking about the FIRST 'and' in that sentence, between 'you' and '9/10' where it would sound like I'll give 'you a 9/10,' instead of 'I'll give you and 9/10.' You know, the 'and' that I put in bold. Because that's the one I was talking about?:rolleyes: I'll go put it in red, too, I guess.

That wasn't bolded when I was replying. Also, missed that both in story and your quote.
 
"You should use bee-themed costumes and motifs. Everyone likes bees, they're fuzzy and cute and (hopefully) can offset how horrifying you are."

Soon:
"In a surprise change, bees have now fallen to the bottom of the animal cuteness leaderboard, for unspeakable reasons."
 
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"You should use a butterfly themed costume and motif."

*one Skitter later*

"Breaking news, mass panic erupted downtown when a single monarch butterfly was spotted."
 
Meet the Birons, Part 2
With long practice, Missy zoned out as her parents sniped at each other in front of Dr. Weaver. They were being unusually pissy today, and hadn't even managed to get through the polite small talk before completely derailing… whatever this was.

Dr. Weaver shifted in her seat in some fashion Missy couldn't articulate let alone duplicate, but which made everyone in the room suddenly stop talking and look at her. It was intimidating as fuck, and awesome, and Missy was going to make Dr. Weaver teach her how to do it.

Dr. Weaver looked at first Missy's mother, then her father, in each case making eye contact until her gene donors dropped their eyes.

Finally, Dr. Weaver spoke. "This has been enlightening. We will reschedule. Now get out, I have questions for Vista."


Note:
M: TEACH ME!!!
A: {pops out from behind a potted plant} Would you like to join the fan club? We have t-shirts! And bolos!
 
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A: {pops out from behind a potted plant} Would you like to join the fan club? We have t-shirts! And bolos!
I would like to politely suggest that anyone who thinks they have bolo ties is... optimistic. Also, the knives. Otherwise, where did they find the 32ktn self-aware battle-tanks to command???


You think Aisha would settle for anything less than a Mark XXXIII?

Note: later Bolo main guns (Hellbores) are rated in kilotonnes of TNT per second, and the higher marks megatonnes...
 
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Old Bones, Part 17
"I'm not proud of what I did," said the middle-aged man.

The lawyer nodded sympathetically, keeping his disdain out of his expression. "My father lost two uncles fighting Nazis, and a brother in 'Nam. I joined up to fight the commies and then…" He shrugged. "The world changed. Came home, got married, settled down. Then a few years ago, my wife gets killed by Lung's people, leaving me all alone with my little girl."

"'Wrong place, wrong time', the police said, but it 'wasn't a priority'. One thing led to another, and…" He took a sip of his water.

"Then my little girl and I damn near get killed when that bomb goes off. Would have, if not for Panacea. It made me realize, sitting there in the ICU, hearing her beg me not to fight anymore…"

He straightened up. "Now, those fuckers want me to play ride-along with that maniac Fleischer as he slips out of town. I don't know what he has, what he knows, but I won't let him make my girl an orphan. I want out, I want her out. I'm not going to Argentina, I'm not running from what I did. I'll testify, give you everything I know. I'll take my lumps."

"As long as it gets her out."

Note: Before you feel too sympathetic for this guy, note that he's not broken up over the people he hurt for the Empire. He's focused on his wife, his daughter. He still thinks in terms of in-groups and out-groups, even if he no longer views the Empire as part of his in-group. If you must feel sympathy, feel it for his victims, and his daughter.

I wonder how he would have reacted if he had a son, not a daughter? If his injured son asked him to get out, would he have taken it to heart? Or would he have told his son to grow up, and continue the fight?

That said, by giving this guy an off-ramp, they hurt the Empire far more than if they had merely killed him.
 
Note: Before you feel too sympathetic for this guy, note that he's not broken up over the people he hurt for the Empire. He's focused on his wife, his daughter. He still thinks in terms of in-groups and out-groups, even if he no longer views the Empire as part of his in-group. If you must feel sympathy, feel it for his victims, and his daughter.
Very much a case of "I never thought leopards would eat my face!" but at least he's whistleblowing on the rest of the Leopards Eating People's Faces Party now. Years late and the GDP of a small nation short, but he's doing it.

I'd love to live in a world where everyone who hurts someone else genuinely repents and regrets their actions, but I'll settle for one where they at least try to prevent future harm by even worse actors, frankly.
 
Animal Adventures, Part 23
"Hello?" Lisa said answering the phone.

"Hi? Fox? This is, uh, Sveta?"

Lisa blinked. "Oh, ah, how are you?"

"Are you OK? I haven't seen you like this in a while, but these past couple hours, you've roasted, flamed, trolled and doxxed a lot of people—"

"Nazis," Lisa interrupted firmly, "not people, and it's because someone replaced my medicinal wine with kool-aid."

Previously

"Hello, Rachel," Lisa said, carefully not showing her teeth.

Rachel grunted.

"I have looked at what is happening with the Nazis."

Rachel nodded slowly.

Lisa consulted her notes. She had this, it was going to be easy! "You see…"

An hour later, Lisa resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Time for a different approach… Making sure to keep her tone even, she asked, "What happens if you shut up big dogs in a small room? Give them food and water but don't let them out, at all."

Rachel scoffed. "Dogs get upset. Shit everywhere. Break things. Eventually, they fight, and get sick."

Lisa nodded enthusiastically. "That's what's happening to the Nazis…"

Shortly thereafter

Finally, Rachel nodded. "OK. That makes sense. I'll stay here, and work on helping the dogs."

Lisa nodded, and resisted the urge to say anything further, lest she ruin it.

"Wish you'd just said it like that in the first place, all simple like."

"I guess I'm still learning," Lisa said, forcing a small, closed-mouth smile. "Well, I need to use the bathroom, be right back."

Entering the bathroom, Lisa double-checked the door, checked the door again, and then sat on the toilet and silently screamed.

Note: Look at Rachel being all patient and reasonable! She let Lisa try so many times!
 
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