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Feanor did nothing wrong.
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Sadly, it's a fusion of two settings that it makes no sense to fuse.
Goddamn Teenagers (Worm, AU/time travel)
Typo fixed in text!Missing close double-quotes.
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Poor Dennis... Particularly when he finds-out that bees are the least of it...
Missy can mix honey into her energy drinks! That'll make them more food-like!
((Snipers. Elric+Ed of FMA 'handle' Tommy-boy, in Wizarding Britain, with zero skill in English. That's going to go well, isn't it?))
Ed has views on many aspects of the Wizarding World
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Hmm. First I'll point to the 'Taylor Varga' post on the Emergency Escape Lizard (EEL). These look like a smart-phone-sized lizard, with a screen appearing on the underside/belly. They are really, really, tough, and have room for a fully supported and active human brain, inside (don't ask; FamTech), which can control the lizard. Which can do everything a lizard can, and act as a mobile phone.
Now. Ed has his full Alchemist powers, but his human body got splatted, and he's surviving in an EEL. In Wizarding Britain. He's a strong suspicion Al is holding a weapon and propping up a wall, in a magical school, somewhere. He's got connectivity to the UK cell/mobile phone network, but, it is pre-2G.
Might he be... a little short-tempered?
(This is not a real story. Honest. Would I lie to you?
)
Onboarding Vignettes, Part 9
"I don't think I'm being unreasonable," Chris explained patiently, as the buzzer sounded. "I just think that there is a line, and it's way over there, and we're here."
"Dude," Carlos replied, giving him a flat look. "Boss Lady isn't going to jail the food people over a matter of taste."
"But what they serve is criminal!" Impulse contributed from the couch.
"Don't encourage him," Carlos replied.
"I'd settle for M/S?" Chris offered. "Better safe than sorry?"
"You could, I know this is difficult," Carlos began slowly, "but you could, just maybe, possibly, not eat the pastries?"
Chris looked scandalized. "How could you—"
"—Masks," Weld said, speaking over them as he entered the room.
"Crud, right," Chris said, scrambling. Carlos, mask already on, dropped a blanket on the tinker's head.
Vista and Insight wandered out from their room, giggling ominously. One of the downsides of so many more Wards was having to share some of the rooms, although consensus was split as to whether putting them in one place was a good containment decision or just a risk that the giggling might reach critical mass.
The door opened to reveal Dr. Weaver and a very tired looking Taylor Hebert.
"Uh," Chris said, finally untangling his (now masked) head from the blanket. "Is there a tour?"
"No," Dr. Weaver said, shutting the door. She gave a nudge to Taylor, who rolled her eyes.
"Hi," Taylor said, waving awkwardly. "Apiary." She rolled her eyes. "Fair warning, I already know who all of you are, Dr. Weaver says I need to teach you a class on better operational security in your civilian lives—"
Whatever else she was going to say was drowned out by Impulse's cackling.
"Dude," Carlos replied, giving him a flat look. "Boss Lady isn't going to jail the food people over a matter of taste."
"But what they serve is criminal!" Impulse contributed from the couch.
"Don't encourage him," Carlos replied.
"I'd settle for M/S?" Chris offered. "Better safe than sorry?"
"You could, I know this is difficult," Carlos began slowly, "but you could, just maybe, possibly, not eat the pastries?"
Chris looked scandalized. "How could you—"
"—Masks," Weld said, speaking over them as he entered the room.
"Crud, right," Chris said, scrambling. Carlos, mask already on, dropped a blanket on the tinker's head.
Vista and Insight wandered out from their room, giggling ominously. One of the downsides of so many more Wards was having to share some of the rooms, although consensus was split as to whether putting them in one place was a good containment decision or just a risk that the giggling might reach critical mass.
The door opened to reveal Dr. Weaver and a very tired looking Taylor Hebert.
"Uh," Chris said, finally untangling his (now masked) head from the blanket. "Is there a tour?"
"No," Dr. Weaver said, shutting the door. She gave a nudge to Taylor, who rolled her eyes.
"Hi," Taylor said, waving awkwardly. "Apiary." She rolled her eyes. "Fair warning, I already know who all of you are, Dr. Weaver says I need to teach you a class on better operational security in your civilian lives—"
Whatever else she was going to say was drowned out by Impulse's cackling.
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Obviously, she's been bee-zy?
Yeah, I'm going to suspect Blasto-creation-wrangling. And, 'user friendly', they weren't. But. They got 'de-bugged'.
This has made me think of something I can't recall.
Has Lisa seen current time Taylor yet, and if yes has Power figured out Taylor is Weavers Mini Me?
Downtime Lisa knows that Young Taylor and Dr. Weaver are counterparts. Aisha knows too, after Dr. Weaver trauma dumping
Order of a Different Kind
"Have a good trip?" Coil asked, gesturing for Marquis to have a seat. The men shared a comfortable study in what had been Accord's building.
"Yes," Marquis replied, removing his coat. "Reconnected with some old contacts who'd gone to ground, and shook up the Brockton security contingent. Need to keep them on their toes."
"Good, good," Coil said, pouring the other man a drink. They might both be working late, but there was no reason to be uncivilized about it. Seeing Marquis was settled, Coil continued, "Citrine got a call from the local PRT."
"Right, that's a thing here," Marquis replied. "Even our sort of backchanneling is still strange to me, let alone a direct hotline."
Coil snorted. "Accord found it made things more orderly. The latest from our friends in the other tower is that Boston has a rat problem. Or, rather, rodent-like creatures created by Blasto which are immune to rat poison, whose genomes resist sequencing, and might be reproducing."
Marquis frowned. "I'll pass it along."
Coil nodded. "Accord and the good doctor, I think."
Marquis tilted his head in agreement. "This one is hush-hush, but the Guild team working with Valkyrie's people have raised the risk factor for a potential Endbringer attack."
"We're about due," Coil said carefully, not asking the question on both men's minds. "Do we know where?" Is it Boston? The Bay? Anywhere in New England?
"Most likely North America, west of the Mississippi and east of the Rocky Mountains."
Coil made a note. "I'll speak with Lung and our people, quietly. Timing means we can pass it off as general preparedness, rather than specific intelligence." Endbringer matters were one topic where Lung truly was a pleasure to work with. The draconic man hadn't been to a fight since Kyushu, but Coil wasn't so foolish as to think it was simple cowardice. The man took emergency preparedness seriously in a way few did, even in PRT circles where they should really know better.
"Separately, you may want to have a chat with your people in Brockton," Coil added. "We're getting indications the Teeth may be planning something stupid, possibly here, possibly in the Bay."
Note: Backchannels make the world go round.
"Yes," Marquis replied, removing his coat. "Reconnected with some old contacts who'd gone to ground, and shook up the Brockton security contingent. Need to keep them on their toes."
"Good, good," Coil said, pouring the other man a drink. They might both be working late, but there was no reason to be uncivilized about it. Seeing Marquis was settled, Coil continued, "Citrine got a call from the local PRT."
"Right, that's a thing here," Marquis replied. "Even our sort of backchanneling is still strange to me, let alone a direct hotline."
Coil snorted. "Accord found it made things more orderly. The latest from our friends in the other tower is that Boston has a rat problem. Or, rather, rodent-like creatures created by Blasto which are immune to rat poison, whose genomes resist sequencing, and might be reproducing."
Marquis frowned. "I'll pass it along."
Coil nodded. "Accord and the good doctor, I think."
Marquis tilted his head in agreement. "This one is hush-hush, but the Guild team working with Valkyrie's people have raised the risk factor for a potential Endbringer attack."
"We're about due," Coil said carefully, not asking the question on both men's minds. "Do we know where?" Is it Boston? The Bay? Anywhere in New England?
"Most likely North America, west of the Mississippi and east of the Rocky Mountains."
Coil made a note. "I'll speak with Lung and our people, quietly. Timing means we can pass it off as general preparedness, rather than specific intelligence." Endbringer matters were one topic where Lung truly was a pleasure to work with. The draconic man hadn't been to a fight since Kyushu, but Coil wasn't so foolish as to think it was simple cowardice. The man took emergency preparedness seriously in a way few did, even in PRT circles where they should really know better.
"Separately, you may want to have a chat with your people in Brockton," Coil added. "We're getting indications the Teeth may be planning something stupid, possibly here, possibly in the Bay."
Note: Backchannels make the world go round.
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It's the Teeth planning something. The 'something' being planned being stupid is pretty much a foregone conclusion. It's like knowing if it's raining outside and you go outside, then you'll get wet. Or if you put your hand in fire it'll be burnt (your hand that is - can you burn fire?). A Teeth Plan is by definition a plan to do something Stupid (I felt it needed the capitalisation).
Onboarding Vignettes, Part 10
"We're doomed!"
"Dennis," Carlos said with exaggerated patience. "You don't need to hide in the toilet stall."
"Doomed!"
"She's joining the team, doesn't that mean the other side is doomed?"
"Sooooo many bees!"
"She can keep the bees away from you?"
"But what if someone masters her?"
"I'm sure…," Carlos began, before pausing. "Huh."
"See!"
Carlos's reply was pre-empted by more Impulse cackling drifting in from the other room.
"Are you…" Carlos began again, "are you texting Impulse?"
"Oh my god she can maybe do cockroaches too!"
Carlos swore under his breath. Of course Impulse was 'helping'. He tried again. "I didn't know you were scared of bugs?"
"Me neither, but she made me realize!"
The sound of rapid footsteps and a closing door brought Carlos back to the main room.
Seeing his expression, Dean explained. "Missy and Taylor were discussing something about swarms, when Chris got that look in his eye, said some tinker stuff to Trevor, then they both bolted for the labs."
"Hey," Missy interrupted from where she'd commandeered a secure workstation. "Protectorate thing says there is a plant guy, has a lab at some farm college in upstate NY. If you can do bee and worm things you might be able to collaborate."
"Ohhh, nice!" Taylor replied. "I missed that one!"
Note: Somewhere, a Big Red fan is frothing that Cornell and its groundbreaking work is being referred to as "some farm college". Seriously, if you are ever up there, check out the ag school, they developed e.g. some awesome apple variants, and the ice cream is just spectacular.
"Dennis," Carlos said with exaggerated patience. "You don't need to hide in the toilet stall."
"Doomed!"
"She's joining the team, doesn't that mean the other side is doomed?"
"Sooooo many bees!"
"She can keep the bees away from you?"
"But what if someone masters her?"
"I'm sure…," Carlos began, before pausing. "Huh."
"See!"
Carlos's reply was pre-empted by more Impulse cackling drifting in from the other room.
"Are you…" Carlos began again, "are you texting Impulse?"
"Oh my god she can maybe do cockroaches too!"
Carlos swore under his breath. Of course Impulse was 'helping'. He tried again. "I didn't know you were scared of bugs?"
"Me neither, but she made me realize!"
The sound of rapid footsteps and a closing door brought Carlos back to the main room.
Seeing his expression, Dean explained. "Missy and Taylor were discussing something about swarms, when Chris got that look in his eye, said some tinker stuff to Trevor, then they both bolted for the labs."
"Hey," Missy interrupted from where she'd commandeered a secure workstation. "Protectorate thing says there is a plant guy, has a lab at some farm college in upstate NY. If you can do bee and worm things you might be able to collaborate."
"Ohhh, nice!" Taylor replied. "I missed that one!"
Note: Somewhere, a Big Red fan is frothing that Cornell and its groundbreaking work is being referred to as "some farm college". Seriously, if you are ever up there, check out the ag school, they developed e.g. some awesome apple variants, and the ice cream is just spectacular.
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Auld Lang Syne, Part 3
Dr. Weaver's bagels were the envy of ENE, all the more so because she always seemed to have *exactly* enough to go around. Never less, and certainly never more, the bagels alone had likely done more to cement Dr. Weaver's position in ENE than anything else she had done.
Lisa had very complicated feelings about the bagels. On the one hand, delicious bagels. But on the other, she was *pretty damn sure* she knew where they were coming from. A part of her was offended, disgusted even, at what they cost, at least going by the price Valkyrie charged the PRT for portal services.
Of course, that didn't stop Lisa from eating the bagels when offered.
"I said," Dr. Weaver repeated, rudely interrupting Lisa's appreciation of her bagel, "I will be introducing you to..., hmm. Perhaps colleague is not the right word, technically he works for a foreign state. A fellow professional, perhaps?"
"Oh?" Lisa replied, intrigued.
"He has extensive historical knowledge of the Bay, which I believe will be helpful in your next project."
Lisa absolutely did not show the sudden apprehension she felt, instead calmly gesturing with calmness for Dr. Weaver to continue.
"With the Empire in retreat, it is likely that a new group of outsiders might seek to establish a foothold."
Lisa nodded, now highly interested.
"Or," Dr. Weaver continued, "in the case of your subject, an old group. The Teeth."
Lisa did not twitch.
Dr. Weaver continued, "In addition to PRT files, your collaborator in this effort has access to independently sourced records relating to their prior operations in the Bay. He will also be able to assist in sourcing files and other information from sources in Boston with an interest in an orderly Brockton."
Villainous records, from Coil and Accord, Power unhelpfully added. No shit.
"When do I get to meet him?"
Shortly Thereafter
Lisa did not, okay, she definitely did stumble, but in her defense Power had just dropped a hell of a bombshell.
The middle-aged man noticed, damn him, and gave her a crooked smile. "She didn't tell you?" He extended a hand, "Walter Lavere."
Note: DATA DATA DATA DATA
Lisa had very complicated feelings about the bagels. On the one hand, delicious bagels. But on the other, she was *pretty damn sure* she knew where they were coming from. A part of her was offended, disgusted even, at what they cost, at least going by the price Valkyrie charged the PRT for portal services.
Of course, that didn't stop Lisa from eating the bagels when offered.
"I said," Dr. Weaver repeated, rudely interrupting Lisa's appreciation of her bagel, "I will be introducing you to..., hmm. Perhaps colleague is not the right word, technically he works for a foreign state. A fellow professional, perhaps?"
"Oh?" Lisa replied, intrigued.
"He has extensive historical knowledge of the Bay, which I believe will be helpful in your next project."
Lisa absolutely did not show the sudden apprehension she felt, instead calmly gesturing with calmness for Dr. Weaver to continue.
"With the Empire in retreat, it is likely that a new group of outsiders might seek to establish a foothold."
Lisa nodded, now highly interested.
"Or," Dr. Weaver continued, "in the case of your subject, an old group. The Teeth."
Lisa did not twitch.
Dr. Weaver continued, "In addition to PRT files, your collaborator in this effort has access to independently sourced records relating to their prior operations in the Bay. He will also be able to assist in sourcing files and other information from sources in Boston with an interest in an orderly Brockton."
Villainous records, from Coil and Accord, Power unhelpfully added. No shit.
"When do I get to meet him?"
Shortly Thereafter
Lisa did not, okay, she definitely did stumble, but in her defense Power had just dropped a hell of a bombshell.
The middle-aged man noticed, damn him, and gave her a crooked smile. "She didn't tell you?" He extended a hand, "Walter Lavere."
Note: DATA DATA DATA DATA
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Dr. Weaver should give Lisa a soft rubber bonking hammer. So she can hit herself on the head to justify what she feels like, after her Power trolls her with various [DATA!].
Why? It'll save damage to tables, desks, and the odd wall.
It'd also allow her to change her cape name to Hammerhead.
(Secondary purpose for hammer? Striking Alec/Impulse. Because.)
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Meanwhile…, Part 4
Still no firm view as to whether this is canon. Same continuity as the previous ones.
"God does she make me miss the good old days," Aisha complained, "when I could just pants a bitch or put a badger in her car and call it done."
"I know," Lisa said, topping up her wine. "To think, it would have so easy once, to identify and destroy everything she knew and loved."
Aisha topped up her own glass. "Now it's just meeting, meetings, meetings."
"Downside of having a rep," Lisa agreed, taking a cookie. "Is that everyone knows what you can do. No deniability."
"Preach it," Aisha replied. "You think Dragon and Defiant are done yet?"
"I don't know whether to be more insulted that Dragon had me fake storming out in a huff with you following, or that it seems to have worked."
Aisha shook the wine bottle expectantly, but no more wine came out. "Oy," she called out, "kitchen, more wine!"
"No," Chicken Little's voice called back. "Sober you gave me a strict booze limit for meeting recovery."
"Fucking brat," Aisha said, without feeling. "I should go in there and get it myself."
"But then I'd eat your cookies," Lisa replied smugly.
Note: According to AO3, this is chapter 500! Wow! That's a lot! Would not have made it this far without the wonderful comments (and patience with my spelling and grammar errors)! Love you all!
"God does she make me miss the good old days," Aisha complained, "when I could just pants a bitch or put a badger in her car and call it done."
"I know," Lisa said, topping up her wine. "To think, it would have so easy once, to identify and destroy everything she knew and loved."
Aisha topped up her own glass. "Now it's just meeting, meetings, meetings."
"Downside of having a rep," Lisa agreed, taking a cookie. "Is that everyone knows what you can do. No deniability."
"Preach it," Aisha replied. "You think Dragon and Defiant are done yet?"
"I don't know whether to be more insulted that Dragon had me fake storming out in a huff with you following, or that it seems to have worked."
Aisha shook the wine bottle expectantly, but no more wine came out. "Oy," she called out, "kitchen, more wine!"
"No," Chicken Little's voice called back. "Sober you gave me a strict booze limit for meeting recovery."
"Fucking brat," Aisha said, without feeling. "I should go in there and get it myself."
"But then I'd eat your cookies," Lisa replied smugly.
Note: According to AO3, this is chapter 500! Wow! That's a lot! Would not have made it this far without the wonderful comments (and patience with my spelling and grammar errors)! Love you all!
Makeover Madness
"Great, you're here!" Alec said, opening the door, "Man that's a lot of stuff."
"No shit, Einstein," Aisha replied. "Now hurry before they realize I lifted this cart."
With a laugh, Alec opened the door all the way and gestured magnanimously for Aisha to navigate in the push-cart.
"Where'd you find this anyway?" Alec asked.
"It was just sitting there, only two locked doors and an 'employees only' sign, they're practically begging it to be borrowed."
"Indeed," Alec said, shutting the apartment door.
"You gonna help me unload this?" Aisha said, as she began to shift shopping bags to the floor.
"Nah," Alec said, reaching in his pocket to pull out... a phone?
"New phone?" Aisha asked, eying skeptically the thing. It was phone shaped, with phone-like buttons on it, but something about it seemed vaguely off to her.
"Yep! A special magical phone, for calling special magical friends!"
Shortly thereafter
"So when is this 'Duchess' coming by?" Aisha asked, narrowly dodging a blue shell.
"Huh?" Alec replied, grabbing a power-up. "Soon, I think? They were doing something with the cats, something something climbing something fell down or something."
"So is she like, an actual duchess?" Aisha asked, slipping between two other racers.
"Maybe?" Alec said absently as he navigated a tight curve. "Been trying different names for her, she needs to pick a new one."
"Parent issues?" Aisha asked in a knowing tone.
Alec shrugged. "Who knows, fucking mad scientists wiped her memory. Gave her a number and a job description, but it isn't even a cool job description. She wants to pick a new name for herself but is kind of anxious about it, and MOTHERFUCKER!." Alec mimed throwing the controller as his racer spun out.
Aisha cackled. "Do I need to call Taylor to help with your spatial awareness?"
Note: This one was going to actually have Custodian in it, then Aisha went off about "finding" a cart, and Alec got out the console.
"No shit, Einstein," Aisha replied. "Now hurry before they realize I lifted this cart."
With a laugh, Alec opened the door all the way and gestured magnanimously for Aisha to navigate in the push-cart.
"Where'd you find this anyway?" Alec asked.
"It was just sitting there, only two locked doors and an 'employees only' sign, they're practically begging it to be borrowed."
"Indeed," Alec said, shutting the apartment door.
"You gonna help me unload this?" Aisha said, as she began to shift shopping bags to the floor.
"Nah," Alec said, reaching in his pocket to pull out... a phone?
"New phone?" Aisha asked, eying skeptically the thing. It was phone shaped, with phone-like buttons on it, but something about it seemed vaguely off to her.
"Yep! A special magical phone, for calling special magical friends!"
Shortly thereafter
"So when is this 'Duchess' coming by?" Aisha asked, narrowly dodging a blue shell.
"Huh?" Alec replied, grabbing a power-up. "Soon, I think? They were doing something with the cats, something something climbing something fell down or something."
"So is she like, an actual duchess?" Aisha asked, slipping between two other racers.
"Maybe?" Alec said absently as he navigated a tight curve. "Been trying different names for her, she needs to pick a new one."
"Parent issues?" Aisha asked in a knowing tone.
Alec shrugged. "Who knows, fucking mad scientists wiped her memory. Gave her a number and a job description, but it isn't even a cool job description. She wants to pick a new name for herself but is kind of anxious about it, and MOTHERFUCKER!." Alec mimed throwing the controller as his racer spun out.
Aisha cackled. "Do I need to call Taylor to help with your spatial awareness?"
Note: This one was going to actually have Custodian in it, then Aisha went off about "finding" a cart, and Alec got out the console.
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Makeover Madness, Part 2
"That's horrible and I'm never going to be able to look at Yoshi the same way again," Aisha said.
"I don't see why you are so surprised," Alec replied with a grin. "From the animations, you can clearly—"
"Holy shit!" Aisha exclaimed, game forgotten, as a familiar sort of portal appeared in her peripheral vision.
"Oh," Alec said, pausing the game (but not before passing Aisha's racer). "Seems she's here!"
"Warn a girl!"
Alec snorted. "Said she was special, didn't I?"
Aisha's response was preempted by the entrance of a floating box that looked like a fancy laptop with no screen, and a cat.
"Duchess," Alec said magnanimously, "this is Aisha. Aisha, Duchess."
"Hello." The surprisingly rich sound came from the floating not computer. "It Is A Pleasure To Meet You."
"Mreow!" The small speckled cat made its own contribution.
Elsewhere
"Jesus fuck Christ!" Lisa exclaimed. "You can't just back into a kill order." The two were settled into a cramped secure conference room, with what she had been assured was the first of many batches of files.
Marquis gave her a look.
The PRT has and does prioritized kill order analysis and processing.
Not helping!
"Kill orders are a uniquely Bet phenomenon. The idea that law enforcement would simply not reply in kind to lethal force is laughable in most areas now in Her Majesty's demesne. Aleph as well. Even here, they certainly don't show such restraint against mundane criminals."
"So, what, PRT is going to just start declaring proscriptions?"
"No," Marquis replied evenly. "There is some degree of pragmatism on the topic, always has been. If anything, there is even greater scrutiny now that Her Majesty has made it clear that future kill orders very well might not remain unclaimed for long."
"I don't see why you are so surprised," Alec replied with a grin. "From the animations, you can clearly—"
"Holy shit!" Aisha exclaimed, game forgotten, as a familiar sort of portal appeared in her peripheral vision.
"Oh," Alec said, pausing the game (but not before passing Aisha's racer). "Seems she's here!"
"Warn a girl!"
Alec snorted. "Said she was special, didn't I?"
Aisha's response was preempted by the entrance of a floating box that looked like a fancy laptop with no screen, and a cat.
"Duchess," Alec said magnanimously, "this is Aisha. Aisha, Duchess."
"Hello." The surprisingly rich sound came from the floating not computer. "It Is A Pleasure To Meet You."
"Mreow!" The small speckled cat made its own contribution.
Elsewhere
"Jesus fuck Christ!" Lisa exclaimed. "You can't just back into a kill order." The two were settled into a cramped secure conference room, with what she had been assured was the first of many batches of files.
Marquis gave her a look.
The PRT has and does prioritized kill order analysis and processing.
Not helping!
"Kill orders are a uniquely Bet phenomenon. The idea that law enforcement would simply not reply in kind to lethal force is laughable in most areas now in Her Majesty's demesne. Aleph as well. Even here, they certainly don't show such restraint against mundane criminals."
"So, what, PRT is going to just start declaring proscriptions?"
"No," Marquis replied evenly. "There is some degree of pragmatism on the topic, always has been. If anything, there is even greater scrutiny now that Her Majesty has made it clear that future kill orders very well might not remain unclaimed for long."
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"We come in Peace,
Shoot to Kill, Shoot to Kill, Shoot to Kill,
We come in Peace,
Shoot to Kill, Shoot to Kill, Men"
- Star Trekking...
It's all about cultural collisions...
(Also? Spare cash going to waste? All these Portals need to be paid for, somehow... And, how do you think we afford all the cat food???)
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Through the Looking Glass
Lisa threw up her hands in exasperation. "Fine, so kill orders are weird but a major part of Bet's cape culture and we can't get rid of them so why are we talking about this?
Marquis adopted an infuriatingly patient expression.
"PRT is set up to deal with creeping incursions. The Teeth slip in, low profile, play the game."
Lisa nodded slowly.
"There are contingencies for that. Isolate them, pick up separated groups, look the other way while Her Majesty's forces sow discord and pick them off in deniable ways."
Lisa nodded more slowly. Yes, that sounded like something the PRT could do, even if it was coldly cynical.
Not a hypothetical.
Hmm, that did sound like sort of what happened to the Empire, except that was mostly own goals and Lung and, fine, Coil. Suggesting some grand Fairy Queen conspiracy was a hell of a reach. She would have noticed.
Exactly what happened to the Empire.
How the fuck can you know that? How the fuck could he know that?
He did it.
Lisa totally kept a straight face and him grinning right then was a coincidence.
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M: Dr. Weaver was right, this is fun to watch.
Marquis adopted an infuriatingly patient expression.
"PRT is set up to deal with creeping incursions. The Teeth slip in, low profile, play the game."
Lisa nodded slowly.
"There are contingencies for that. Isolate them, pick up separated groups, look the other way while Her Majesty's forces sow discord and pick them off in deniable ways."
Lisa nodded more slowly. Yes, that sounded like something the PRT could do, even if it was coldly cynical.
Not a hypothetical.
Hmm, that did sound like sort of what happened to the Empire, except that was mostly own goals and Lung and, fine, Coil. Suggesting some grand Fairy Queen conspiracy was a hell of a reach. She would have noticed.
Exactly what happened to the Empire.
How the fuck can you know that? How the fuck could he know that?
He did it.
Lisa totally kept a straight face and him grinning right then was a coincidence.
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M: Dr. Weaver was right, this is fun to watch.
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'right'?
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Hey! Is this baiting Lisa week?
It seems... a little unfair, that she's being Trolled by her Power, as well...
Typo fixed in the text! Thank you!
As for Lisa, she's getting a close up view of how the sausage gets made.
Fredo
Climbing Mt Doom
Every week is baiting Lisa week.
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Abundance of Joy
"Thank You Very Much!" The floating computer was now accompanied by an assortment of clothes, floating around the room." I Do Not Know Where To Start!"
"Huh," Alec said, as Aisha surveyed the room. In addition to the floating clothes, there were clothes on the couch, and the table, and still more in bags.
"There Are So Many!"
Aisha rolled her eyes as Alec looked at her in silent pleading.
"So, ah, Duchess, what do you, hmmm…," Aisha trailed off. The incorporeal parahuman didn't usually wear anything, including skin. Hence the problem. "Let's start with a dress, do you have a favorite color?"
Elsewhere
"Amy Amy Amy!"
Amy and 'Mina looked up in unison at the sound of the approaching Vicky train. Rolling her eyes, Amy set down her book, making sure the title and cover weren't visible, and grabbed her phone.
Moments later, Vicky floated through Amy's bedroom door. "Dean said there is new Ward! And it's a girl! And even Dennis is being nice to her!"
"Mmm hmm?" Amy replied, getting up off her bed and heading over to her desk.
"I haven't heard of any new parahumans, did you?"
"Sure you have," Amy replied with a smirk. "Name's Apiary."
Vicky tilted her head. "Apiary? Wait, is she the one with spiders and bees and stuff?
Amy nodded, navigating to the PRT's website.
"OH." Vicky settled to the floor. "Uh… should we be worried?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "She said I could tell you when it was announced," Amy said, confirming that the press release had in fact dropped. "Who else, it's your favorite lunchtime good idea fairy."
"Huh," Alec said, as Aisha surveyed the room. In addition to the floating clothes, there were clothes on the couch, and the table, and still more in bags.
"There Are So Many!"
Aisha rolled her eyes as Alec looked at her in silent pleading.
"So, ah, Duchess, what do you, hmmm…," Aisha trailed off. The incorporeal parahuman didn't usually wear anything, including skin. Hence the problem. "Let's start with a dress, do you have a favorite color?"
Elsewhere
"Amy Amy Amy!"
Amy and 'Mina looked up in unison at the sound of the approaching Vicky train. Rolling her eyes, Amy set down her book, making sure the title and cover weren't visible, and grabbed her phone.
Moments later, Vicky floated through Amy's bedroom door. "Dean said there is new Ward! And it's a girl! And even Dennis is being nice to her!"
"Mmm hmm?" Amy replied, getting up off her bed and heading over to her desk.
"I haven't heard of any new parahumans, did you?"
"Sure you have," Amy replied with a smirk. "Name's Apiary."
Vicky tilted her head. "Apiary? Wait, is she the one with spiders and bees and stuff?
Amy nodded, navigating to the PRT's website.
"OH." Vicky settled to the floor. "Uh… should we be worried?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "She said I could tell you when it was announced," Amy said, confirming that the press release had in fact dropped. "Who else, it's your favorite lunchtime good idea fairy."
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grommile
nasty-minded old cynic
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- Traditional/Animate
Bit late for that, Vicky. I suggest taking Bobby McFerrin's advice.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-diB65scQU
Ace Dreamer
Verified Reality User
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I don't recall the Queen of Escalation, even if calmed down really, really, a lot, being called that before...
EDIT:
So... those would be happy bees???
(*cough* Bee Happy *cough*)
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She's got Happy Bees (hopefully their talks with Jollibee would push through). She also got (Overly)Friendly Wasps, Shoulder Hornets and Hugg Spiders!!