BethofDeath
Girls just wanna have pun
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Well yes, but I meant Hookwolf specifically.
By Panacea, after she adopts the dog.
By Panacea, after she adopts the dog.
Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
FaerieKnight79
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Max doesn't seem to understand that nobody likes or trusts nazi. Not even other nazi.
Ace Dreamer
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The way Max is going, he'll be luck to just find his brain inside a dog's head. Not a mongrel, of course. That'd be too good for him.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuel3m5VFQA
I understand the dub voice actor wrecked their voice doing Excel...
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuel3m5VFQA
I understand the dub voice actor wrecked their voice doing Excel...
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Pet Rescue, Part 2
"The dogs are safe," Dr. Weaver began.
Rachel looked up sharply at the woman's tone. She had been supervising the clean-up after the thing with the cops. Dr. Weaver's tone, though… Something was wrong.
"BBPD," the older woman continued, "had some dogs, dogs that were rescued from Hookwolf."
Rachel nodded slowly. Rescuing dogs from Hookwolf was good.
"They brought the dogs out to the farm."
Rachel nodded more slowly. Cops were stupid, but Wafa was there to watch them.
"BBPD fucked up. Some of the dogs were hurt bad. Very bad."
Rachel bristled.
"Panacea came and helped them. The dogs are ok."
Rachel nodded slowly, beginning to calm. Panacea, Amy, the name was stupid, she was good. Helped the dogs. Still, Amy coming was not new, or strange. It was something the woman did.
"Why?" Rachel asked. Dr. Weaver didn't get upset at questions, not like the foster people used to.
"She likes dogs. Her sister likes dogs. Her sister could fly them to the farm faster than you could get back."
That was… hmmm.
Note: Jaded!Taylor speaks fluent Rachel
Rachel looked up sharply at the woman's tone. She had been supervising the clean-up after the thing with the cops. Dr. Weaver's tone, though… Something was wrong.
"BBPD," the older woman continued, "had some dogs, dogs that were rescued from Hookwolf."
Rachel nodded slowly. Rescuing dogs from Hookwolf was good.
"They brought the dogs out to the farm."
Rachel nodded more slowly. Cops were stupid, but Wafa was there to watch them.
"BBPD fucked up. Some of the dogs were hurt bad. Very bad."
Rachel bristled.
"Panacea came and helped them. The dogs are ok."
Rachel nodded slowly, beginning to calm. Panacea, Amy, the name was stupid, she was good. Helped the dogs. Still, Amy coming was not new, or strange. It was something the woman did.
"Why?" Rachel asked. Dr. Weaver didn't get upset at questions, not like the foster people used to.
"She likes dogs. Her sister likes dogs. Her sister could fly them to the farm faster than you could get back."
That was… hmmm.
Note: Jaded!Taylor speaks fluent Rachel
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Pet Rescue, Part 3
"Here you go," Wafa said, setting out hot chocolate. After stabilizing the worst of the dogs, Amy had checked the rest, catching a couple more serious issues that had been missed previously.
The girls were in no hurry to fly back, however, they had nearly hit an unlit pole coming out, and Vicky was still rattled.
Elsewhere in the house, a door slammed. Shortly thereafter, a young woman stomped in.
Vicky was taken aback. This had to be Rachel Lindt, Hellhound, but she didn't look like Vicky expected. She looked like a trooper, or construction worker, in her heavy jeans and PRT jacket, strong and confident and solidly built and more concerned with getting the job done than with fashion.
The woman marched up to Amy. "You helped the dogs," she said without preamble.
Amy nodded wearily.
Rachel nodded once in reply, sharply. "Good. Thanks."
She turned to Vicky. "You Glory Girl?"
"Yes?"
"You got her here. Fast. Thanks."
"Uh, sure?" Vicky was a little off-balance.
The parahuman nodded again, looked at each of the women in the kitchen, then turned around and stomped out. Wafa followed.
"Uh," Vicky said, "is she OK?"
Amy snorted. "Yeah, that's Rachel. She'll be going around to all the dogs to make sure they're safe. Calms her down."
"Huh."
"Not what you expected?" Amy asked wryly.
The girls were in no hurry to fly back, however, they had nearly hit an unlit pole coming out, and Vicky was still rattled.
Elsewhere in the house, a door slammed. Shortly thereafter, a young woman stomped in.
Vicky was taken aback. This had to be Rachel Lindt, Hellhound, but she didn't look like Vicky expected. She looked like a trooper, or construction worker, in her heavy jeans and PRT jacket, strong and confident and solidly built and more concerned with getting the job done than with fashion.
The woman marched up to Amy. "You helped the dogs," she said without preamble.
Amy nodded wearily.
Rachel nodded once in reply, sharply. "Good. Thanks."
She turned to Vicky. "You Glory Girl?"
"Yes?"
"You got her here. Fast. Thanks."
"Uh, sure?" Vicky was a little off-balance.
The parahuman nodded again, looked at each of the women in the kitchen, then turned around and stomped out. Wafa followed.
"Uh," Vicky said, "is she OK?"
Amy snorted. "Yeah, that's Rachel. She'll be going around to all the dogs to make sure they're safe. Calms her down."
"Huh."
"Not what you expected?" Amy asked wryly.
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Ace Dreamer
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Do we get to use phrases like 'dogged determination', or, is that species-ist?
*Woof*
Ah. OK. I get it, now.
*Woof*
Ah. OK. I get it, now.
Snowball, Part 24
Previously
"Spoke with the Germans," Max said quietly. "They won't tell us what they did, but they did accept that he needs to 'go home' to be 'inspected for contamination'."
Victor nodded grimly. "I'll finalize the arrangements."
Max put a hand on the other man's arm. "Don't tell him the real reason, as far as he is to know…"
Still in the Past
"Those shits killed my boy," the old woman said, venom dripping from her voice. Her face was hard, lined and lived-in, like the hills she now called home. Like the people she now called family, three of whom, also aged and respected, sat with her around her humble kitchen table, sharing cards, cigarettes, and brandy.
"Little goose stepper wants to slip away in the night," the first woman continued as she cut the deck. Handing off the cards to the dealer, she removed a slip of paper from her sleeve. "We know the route, we know the car, we know the time."
The other women nodded.
Now
"Thank you," James said, shaking Max's hand. "I won't forget this."
"You have other responsibilities," Max replied seriously. "Go home. See to your family. And then? Get us the help we need."
"Spoke with the Germans," Max said quietly. "They won't tell us what they did, but they did accept that he needs to 'go home' to be 'inspected for contamination'."
Victor nodded grimly. "I'll finalize the arrangements."
Max put a hand on the other man's arm. "Don't tell him the real reason, as far as he is to know…"
Still in the Past
"Those shits killed my boy," the old woman said, venom dripping from her voice. Her face was hard, lined and lived-in, like the hills she now called home. Like the people she now called family, three of whom, also aged and respected, sat with her around her humble kitchen table, sharing cards, cigarettes, and brandy.
"Little goose stepper wants to slip away in the night," the first woman continued as she cut the deck. Handing off the cards to the dealer, she removed a slip of paper from her sleeve. "We know the route, we know the car, we know the time."
The other women nodded.
Now
"Thank you," James said, shaking Max's hand. "I won't forget this."
"You have other responsibilities," Max replied seriously. "Go home. See to your family. And then? Get us the help we need."
Ace Dreamer
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Might just be me, but I felt this needed to be...
Previously (On Dragon Ball Zed...)
Nazi piece of work, far too many of the characters in this bit...
Fair criticism. There is something I find fascinating in exploring the fractal complexity of these identity groups. The mental gymnastics of how kind they can be toward "their" people while denying the humanity of their victims, the complex hierarchies of trauma and abuse and survival, etc. Usually I am better at reining it in but this week I'm basically writing stream of consciousness and immediately posting. This can result in hilarity, like the Vicky description of Rachel that in hindsight comes across as a bit too interested, but it also results in things like this lingering description of old racist OCs.
BethofDeath
Girls just wanna have pun
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- Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Aaaaaand now I'm imagining Vicky buying Rachel lavender, only for the awkwardness to ensue because dogs find lavender scent too intense to enjoy so Rachel can't have it near them...
Ace Dreamer
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Not intended as a criticism, more an observation.
This is classic Us/Them group logic. Which is, arguably, primate group survival logic. The classic is, "The people on the far side of the mountain, they worship demons, and eat babies". Whereas a foreign visitor who gets to know both groups can't see much difference between them. So, human rights, fairness, respect for dignity, only applies to 'Us', and 'Them' are a faceless mass of monsters outside the circle of firelight that's ('true') civilization.
This story? Shows what happens when a member of 'Us' becomes a 'Them'. Results typically aren't nice.
Big danger to civilization? When structures fail enough that people turn to the gangs (more-or-less impromptu tribes) for support, then, values. You get what appear to be 'reasonable' people planning lynching, bloody murder.
But, what would I know?
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Snowball, Part 25
Shawn forced himself to remain calm. As Armsmaster became increasingly occupied with Guild projects, Shawn and Hannah had been taking on more of the day-to-day operations of ENE.
They had planned carefully, had a mole on the inside, as well as additional intel from a "confidential source" that he suspected had simply been leaked to them by rivals just as keen on being rid of Fleischer as ENE was.
Before, he might have been excited. Now? He was simply anxious, less for himself, but for the others. The people he was responsible for.
"Subject is on the move," the spotter's voice said in his ear. "Standby."
Later
The driver tensed as he approached the choke point. He didn't know anything, they had been careful. He could read a map, though. If they were going to be hit—and they were—there were only a handful of good spots. Every one he passed made the approach to the next more nerve-wracking.
They had planned carefully, had a mole on the inside, as well as additional intel from a "confidential source" that he suspected had simply been leaked to them by rivals just as keen on being rid of Fleischer as ENE was.
Before, he might have been excited. Now? He was simply anxious, less for himself, but for the others. The people he was responsible for.
"Subject is on the move," the spotter's voice said in his ear. "Standby."
Later
The driver tensed as he approached the choke point. He didn't know anything, they had been careful. He could read a map, though. If they were going to be hit—and they were—there were only a handful of good spots. Every one he passed made the approach to the next more nerve-wracking.
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Snowball, Part 26
"… Suspects have signaled surrender…" Director Piggot monitored multiple video feeds from across the city as she listened to the comms chatter.
"… Officer approaching… What's that flash?… Hold… Shots fired, shots fired…
Later
"What," replied Panacea flatly.
Shawn, no Dauntless, suppressed a sigh. He was not looking forward to having a teen of his own. "If Fleischer dies now, we can't make him stand trial."
Panacea looked unconvinced.
Dauntless tried again. "We also need to know about any additional surprises he might have stashed somewhere?"
Panacea rolled her eyes. "Fine," Panacea spat out. "I'll stabilize him enough for questioning. No more." Glaring at Dauntless once more, she stomped off toward the ICU.
I take back everything I said, Colin has the patience of a saint…
Note: Dauntless is truly the hero of another story.
Trailer voice: He's an up-and-comer, trying to balance heroism against the demands of fatherhood, under the weight of crushing expectations, in a world on the brink. Coming this fall… Dauntless
"… Officer approaching… What's that flash?… Hold… Shots fired, shots fired…
Later
"What," replied Panacea flatly.
Shawn, no Dauntless, suppressed a sigh. He was not looking forward to having a teen of his own. "If Fleischer dies now, we can't make him stand trial."
Panacea looked unconvinced.
Dauntless tried again. "We also need to know about any additional surprises he might have stashed somewhere?"
Panacea rolled her eyes. "Fine," Panacea spat out. "I'll stabilize him enough for questioning. No more." Glaring at Dauntless once more, she stomped off toward the ICU.
I take back everything I said, Colin has the patience of a saint…
Note: Dauntless is truly the hero of another story.
Trailer voice: He's an up-and-comer, trying to balance heroism against the demands of fatherhood, under the weight of crushing expectations, in a world on the brink. Coming this fall… Dauntless
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tenmachi
We don't talk about the other nine
Ace Dreamer
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Head-in-a-jar, that should do." Muttering was heard, as she stomped-off.
("Can't waste all the rest of that bio-mass. Right! Pig-in-a-coma. Tricky, but, copy-paste the brainstem, don't need to worry about higher brain functions. That should do!")
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Panpan, if he doesn't have lungs he can't scream. -Dr Weaver, probably
Ace Dreamer
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"There should be some effort involved in questioning him. That's what this foot-pump, I borrowed, is for."
("It was generous of Armsmaster to re purpose that ECMO machine, the nazis wrecked in their raid, last month. I'd like to reward him, some way, but I can't figure-out how to grow a sense of humour, from scratch...")
Snowball, Part 27
"Dauntless," Shawn said, accepting the phone.
"Militia. The escort has been extracted. He's cautioned us that Fleischer might have been mastered."
"What?"
"Victor warned him, privately, before they left."
Dauntless swore. "He's in with Panacea now, she was going to try to wake him up!"
From elsewhere in the hospital came the sound of a single gunshot.
Dauntless flew down the hall, as additional shots registered and alarms went up. He resisted the temptation to simply go through the intervening obstacles. Parades of horrible flashed through his mind—Panacea couldn't heal herself, and even with guards…
"Clear," he was relieved to hear over comms, as he rounded the corner. He found Panacea standing over Fleischer, who was sprawled out on the floor at her feet. The man was bleeding heavily from a head wound.
"Are you Ok?" Dauntless asked, seeing the blood on her robes.
Panacea kicked the prone man, and rolled her eyes. "It's not mine," she bit out. She kicked him again. "Yeah, he's out."
She started shaking. "I'm gonna, yeah…," she trailed off as one of her guards draped a blanket over her shoulders and started gently leading her away. "Hoooooly shit…" she mumbled, counting something on her fingers. She suddenly turned back to Dauntless. "Wait where did the other bullets go! This is a hospital! There are sick people here!"
Note: Not sure I would be handling this as well as Amy, to be honest. Still not as traumatizing as That Time Her Sister Almost Dies And All She Got Was Alien Crystal Cancer.
"Militia. The escort has been extracted. He's cautioned us that Fleischer might have been mastered."
"What?"
"Victor warned him, privately, before they left."
Dauntless swore. "He's in with Panacea now, she was going to try to wake him up!"
From elsewhere in the hospital came the sound of a single gunshot.
Dauntless flew down the hall, as additional shots registered and alarms went up. He resisted the temptation to simply go through the intervening obstacles. Parades of horrible flashed through his mind—Panacea couldn't heal herself, and even with guards…
"Clear," he was relieved to hear over comms, as he rounded the corner. He found Panacea standing over Fleischer, who was sprawled out on the floor at her feet. The man was bleeding heavily from a head wound.
"Are you Ok?" Dauntless asked, seeing the blood on her robes.
Panacea kicked the prone man, and rolled her eyes. "It's not mine," she bit out. She kicked him again. "Yeah, he's out."
She started shaking. "I'm gonna, yeah…," she trailed off as one of her guards draped a blanket over her shoulders and started gently leading her away. "Hoooooly shit…" she mumbled, counting something on her fingers. She suddenly turned back to Dauntless. "Wait where did the other bullets go! This is a hospital! There are sick people here!"
Note: Not sure I would be handling this as well as Amy, to be honest. Still not as traumatizing as That Time Her Sister Almost Dies And All She Got Was Alien Crystal Cancer.
SanguisAnima
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Good for Panpan to be aware of the number of shots fired.
I also agree with her: where'd the other rounds go? If those were low caliber rounds, then the (hopefully) concrete walls should've intercepted them.
... I notice there's no mention made of who's holding the gun or where it is. Iiiiinnnnteressstiiiingggggg...
BethofDeath
Girls just wanna have pun
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- Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Eh, I'm sure it's not important.
FaerieKnight79
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Gun may not have even been in the immediate area. They are ranged weapons after all.
Ace Dreamer
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Not too clear what was going on, here...
Fleischer had a hold-out gun, which should have been spotted? Someone slipped him (strapped on his unconscious body?) a gun after he'd been thoroughly searched? He suicided, because he'd been captured, and his programming made him do that to avoid being questioned?
Panacea's guards didn't do their job here, did they? They should have been close enough to grab any gun? Protect her from Fleischer, as well as external threats?
But, yeah. Where is the gun? Who fired it? What were they trying to do? Did they succeed?
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It had to have been close, otherwise Dauntless wouldn't have gone to Panacea, he was following the sound of the gunshots, after all.
Snowball, Part 28
"… as soon as he woke up," the BBPD officer concluded, "he went for a gun."
"Whose," Director Piggot replied in clipped tones. She was not looking forward to her upcoming discussion with Brandish.
"Uh, Panacea's armed guard."
"This is when he outed himself?" Armsmaster asked.
"Yes. He went to shoot himself but got tangled up in the lines, so his first shot missed."
"At any point," Director Piggot asked, "did he move as if to aim at anyone else?"
"No."
"Did he say anything?" Armsmaster asked.
"No."
"How was he disabled?"
Elsewhere
"… and then I saw the catheter bag had gotten unclipped and all I could think was, 'what if I kick it?'" Amy concluded.
Victoria snorted through her tears, still gripping Amy's hand tightly. "Good!"
"Whose," Director Piggot replied in clipped tones. She was not looking forward to her upcoming discussion with Brandish.
"Uh, Panacea's armed guard."
"This is when he outed himself?" Armsmaster asked.
"Yes. He went to shoot himself but got tangled up in the lines, so his first shot missed."
"At any point," Director Piggot asked, "did he move as if to aim at anyone else?"
"No."
"Did he say anything?" Armsmaster asked.
"No."
"How was he disabled?"
Elsewhere
"… and then I saw the catheter bag had gotten unclipped and all I could think was, 'what if I kick it?'" Amy concluded.
Victoria snorted through her tears, still gripping Amy's hand tightly. "Good!"
Ace Dreamer
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[sigh] This is why you have both armed and unarmed guards. And, the first stay at a range where they might be able to use their weapons, but no one else can get at them. (Without extending limbs, dimensional trickery, Master/Stranger tricks, etc.)
Some might say that only bio-locked weapons should be in play, but, you can be pretty sure 'budgetary constraints' would mess with that...