- Location
- Brazil
You could probably negotiate that down to a joint of a finger.
That's what I keep telling them.
H+ Mayhem (Worm)
- Thread starter Jurric
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- worm tinker transhumanism mayhem
I think I've read that fic....
Actually, I don't hate Adam. He's suicidal and has apparently decided "Fuck it, I'm gonna die soon anyways. As long as I manage to kill ENOUGH of the S9 when I do... all these eggs can become my omlette!" Which is a STUPID opinion, but at least he's trying to do it for a reason beyond "lol murder hobo I'm the Joker only shittier" or "I WANT TO CONTROL THE CITY NYA HA HA!" (Also, he gave Sveta legs. LEGS. He's still managing to bank some pretty good karma with me for being nice to her.)
I, for one, rather like the idea of a goal-obsessed, self-destructive villain who gathers minions with every intent to sacrifice them for his objective, but somewhere along the line gets sort of attached to them and decides to use his powers for Not That Evil.
"Oh dear God! Why HER!? Is he suici- oh."
- Location
- Australia
Thanks, now fixed.
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- Location
- Australia
"So we're agreed?" Coil asked.
The last few hours had been intense, but also predictable. Coil had asked for a short recess following Purity's announcement, and given his ties to the Travelers and Undersiders, it was simply a matter of watching how the man chose to make everything play out.
He'd been ambitious. Perhaps more-so than he could manage. He was going to come out of the shadows in a very big way with this move, and that didn't seem like his style. Perhaps he had always planned something like this, and was now ready to tip his hand? No, Coil was paranoid. He wouldn't ever be willing to play all his cards. With the city as his prize he would likely play most of them, but he still had an ace up his sleeves. Something that he hadn't used yet.
What? Could it be whatever he had over the Travelers? Some sort of master power? Perhaps he had additional parahuman support? No, the only ones left in play after this meeting would be Uber and Leet, it wouldn't surprise her if they were also in Coil's pocket, but they weren't really trump card material.
"Better go over it one more time. This is a big deal. It's worth a few more minutes of attention, to finalize things." Grue said.
Faultline wasn't part of the deal at all. She'd bowed out, stayed out of the conversation. She'd kept expecting someone to ask her to leave, but no one had. Coil probably wanted a witness, and she'd been called on a couple of times to act as a semi-impartial judge on minor conditions.
Grue had been the most hesitant. Tattletale had whispered to him at length during the break, and Faultline hadn't been able to make out what they were saying, the girl was smart enough to hide what was left of her lips, and Grue had worn his helmet, so her limited ability to lipread had been useless.
"I'm fine with that." Coil said. "Please feel free to interject if you think I've missed something."
Grue nodded.
"We have all, with the exception of the Merchants, who threw a hissey fit and walked out halfway through, decided to band together in order to rule this city, in a single group, that has agreed to… not be too evil. It's a rather vague mission statement, but I think we can make it work." Coil said.
There was a circle of nods.
"Now, there were a few additional stipulations and agreements. Purity, you asked that the group break some members of the E88 out of jail?" Coil said.
"Yes. Some of them were just normal people in a bad situation. Peer pressure is a strong force, and now it's time to use that to remove their prejudices, instead of adding to them. I'm certain that they'd agree with our new philosophy if things are explained to them carefully."
Word for word what she'd said earlier, the last time the question had been asked. Someone in Purity's group had been coaching her on how not to seem like a racist dickwad. Faultline's money was on Skitter, it was hard to tell purely from posture, but she had this sort of… sense of anticipation when Purity spoke, and agreement afterward, satisfaction that the lines had been delivered correctly.
"Yes. You said." Coil told her politely. "We agreed that we would do so, provided we discuss each individual we free as a group beforehand. The rest of your group was willing to join without additional proviso?"
Mayhem had looked like he wanted so say something, but decided against it. He probably didn't want to push things. He was useful, far too useful to just let loose, but he also had his betrayal of the E88 sitting in his recent past. On the one hand, they were Nazis. You could get away with a lot of things if you did them to Nazis. On the other hand she certainly wouldn't like to have to let Mayhem treat her for any sort of medical condition, and just touching him seemed dangerous.
Tinkers were known for putting in ways to remotely shut down their tech, once he worked on you, you loosely fit that description.
Which made the Travelers request very suspicious indeed. Their attitude had done a complete one eighty from Trickster's initial statements regarding wanting to keep his group as it was.
"The Travelers have joined on the condition that Mayhem assist all members of their team with any existing medical conditions. After discussion with the Undersiders and Mayhem it has been agreed that Mayhem will cure all medical ailments for all members of the new group we are forming." Coil said.
There were ways to make sure Mayhem didn't do anything odd while he was Tinkering with your body. Tattletale would probably be able to tell if he tried anything, and Coil had inferred that his ability could also be used to ensure that Mayhem didn't leave behind nasty surprises. Still, Faultline couldn't see why anyone would be that trusting unless they were desperate.
Tattletale might be willing to take Mayhem up on his offer to fix her burns, but only because they had been recorded by Armsmaster in costume, and thus compromised her civilian identity, and only because she could read body language well enough to know what was in store for her. The Travelers? They didn't have that sort of luxury. Maybe Genesis could control her body well enough to make sure Mayhem didn't put anything odd into it. Maybe not. One could never be sure with Tinkers.
What had made them so desperate? Some sort of long term disease that the Travelers hadn't let on about? Perhaps an additional member who was critically injured?
Finally there had been Mayhem's absolute confidence that he could fix anything that was wrong with anyone. His exact statement on the matter had been; 'Have they still got a working brain? Yes? Then we're good.' It probably wasn't misplaced confidence either. Faultline had heard of his work during the Bakuda bombings, while he was still operating out of the Empire Clinic. Medical science was obviously something he excelled at.
Whatever had Tattletale so horrified before hadn't come up. Obviously it wasn't relevant, but the lack of knowledge itched. There was also the niggling fear that the girl had been mastered. Yes there was probably a lot of damage to her throat after she'd inhaled superheated air, but Tattletale wasn't the sort of person to let something like that stop her from being annoying.
"Trainwreck has agreed to completely renounce everything the Merchants stand for and stay permanently away from drugs in exchange for being allowed to join the new group." Coil said.
That was the one part of this evening that didn't seem to have gone quite according to Coil's plans. He'd been surprised when Trainwreck made the offer, and considering that Trainwreck was likely one of Coil's plants in the organization, he probably wasn't supposed to pull out just yet. The man had simply seen the writing on the wall, and decided to jump ship, rather than rely on his boss to bail him out when the Merchants were crushed.
It sounded like a wise move to her. One stray blast from Purity while the Merchants were being wiped off the map, and the man would be history, forgotten by Coil as nothing more than another useful informant who no longer had information he needed. Given that Coil probably had other, admittedly non-cape plants in the Merchants, it wasn't likely to be an issue, but it was a tiny crack. Proof that Coil didn't have perfect control.
"Finally, the Undersiders have joined on the condition that we assist them in breaking Bitch out of jail." Coil said.
Tattletale left her seat, hobbled to the main table, tapped Grue on the shoulder, and handed him a sheet of paper. Grue read it and winced.
"Ouch, yes, you're right." He said. "There's something I had better mention first, before we go any further."
"I'm listening." Coil said, only a touch of irritation coloring his voice.
"Well, before I begin, I need you to understand that Bitch's trigger… it messed her up. Her dogs are her family. She understands them better than she does humans. When Armsmaster took her in, he also captured one of her dogs. Brutus."
"We may be able to break the dog out as well. I doubt it's heavily guarded." Trickster said with a shrug.
"Not going to work." Grue said, shaking his head. "After they ran a few tests, made sure the dog was normal when Bitch wasn't using her powers on it, Piggot ordered the dog kept under guard. Probably just so she'd be able to lay a trap for Bitch if she broke out and came back for the dog. Tagg, though, when he came into power, he saw it as a waste of manpower. He had Brutus put down."
Coil closed his eyes and leaned back, steeping his fingers.
"And I would guess that Bitch isn't going to take this news well?" He said.
"She's going to do her damn best to kill the director when she learns about it." Grue confirmed.
Coil nodded.
"The PRT is keeping it quiet, but Director Tagg has recently been transferred from a Simurgh quarantine zone. He learned certain tactics there, and I worry that he will employ them here. While I am not sure that letting him be mauled to death is the answer, I do not think we can work with him." Coil said at length.
"Are you suggesting the PRT put a Simurgh bomb in place as the Director of the whole fucking Bay?" Trickster asked.
"He never entered the quarantine, but he did oversee operations there extensively." Coil said calmly.
"Flip'n hell." Trickster said, leaning back in his chair.
"We will need to do something. What exactly I don't know, it will need further discussion." Purity said, and, as the only one left at the table not already in Coil's pocket, that made the decision unanimous.
"Getting back on topic, despite the problems inherent in her release, we have agreed to break Bitch out of jail. Any objections now that new information has come to light?" Coil asked.
Purity frowned, but shook her head, Trickster waved the question aside.
"Very well then, any last minute questions, or are we ready?" Coil asked.
"You never said why you were willing to join this group." Skitter said.
Smart girl, though not suitably cautious. Speaking from her booth wasn't against the rules of this meeting, which were fairly relaxed to begin with now that open discussion was taking place. It was certainly a question that Purity would never have asked. It was however, something Coil had been dancing around all evening.
Coil laughed to defuse the subtle tension.
"All right. I'll be frank. I'm joining because when you vote on a leader. I think I'll win." He said, shrugging.
"Honest." Trickster said with a shrug. "I like that."
And if he hadn't been prompted to say that line Faultline would eat her shoe.
"We agreed that the vote would only include capes?" Purity said.
Purity hadn't quite read the room yet. She thought that she, and the four capes with her, would all vote for herself. The Undersides would all vote for Grue, the four Travelers would vote for Trickster, Trainwreck was a wild-card and that Coil would vote for himself. She probably thought that the worst thing to happen would be Trainwreck siding with the Travelers, resulting in a stalemate. This was despite the fact that she'd let Coil lead the conversation all evening.
She wasn't an idiot exactly, but she wasn't socially adept, incredibly suspicious, incredibly charismatic, or otherwise equipped to deal with leading a cape team.
"I have no problem with that rule." Coil said.
"And also the rule that the vote can be held again, provided there is no active conflict going on and with three days warning, if the decisions of the chosen leader are called into question." Grue added.
He actually knew what he was talking about, expected to lose this vote, and was keeping his options open for the future. Smart boy.
Coil nodded. He'd been insistent on the three days warning for leadership change, without any options to leave the leader uninformed. More proof that his power took time to work, but Faultline had already figured out that aspect.
Purity eyed Coil warily, but nodded.
"Do you have any other questions, or shall we vote now?" Coil asked.
There was a moment of silence, and then Trainwreck began.
"Coil. I've fought his mercenaries, I'd love to be that well organized." The metal man said, probably trying to buy back a bit of favor for desertion of his post as Merchants infiltrator, unless Faultline missed her guess.
Coil glanced at the Travelers.
"Coil. Thinker leadership sounds like a good idea, and he is organized." Trickster said with a shrug.
Faultline saw the exact moment Purity caught on. It wasn't quite outrage, more like resignation, and the realization that she probably wouldn't have been a good leader anyway, considering she missed the signs that this was forming.
"Coil. We've dealt with him in the past, he sticks to his word." Sundancer said, looking at Coil pointedly.
So, a promise. Coil had given his word about something, and he hadn't kept it yet. Faultline wondered what it was.
"Coil. May as well go with the flow." Ballistic said, crossing his arms.
"Coil." Genesis enunciated oddly, her delicately fanged lips tearing at the word. If she wasn't able to speak this must be some sort of combat form, for all it's apparent frailty. She must have come expecting a fight.
"I'll go with Coil as well, he's organized, he has resources, he's our best bet until we get to know each other better." Grue said calmly.
"Coil seems like he might pay the bills." Regent said with a shrug, then he leaned over and listened to Tattletale as she whispered in his ear.
"Really?" He asked.
She whispered again.
"OK, if you say so. Tattletale votes for the bug controller. She says Skitter has an unmatched ability to multitask, and that she will probably excel at commanding and coordinating units on a battlefield." Regent translated.
Skitter looked surprised, but the vote wasn't going to have any impact by now. Coil had already won, in fact Faultline wasn't quite sure why the vote was continuing.
"I realize that it's only a token protest at this point," Purity said, her voice catching slightly. Faultline may have been wrong about her resignation, "but I vote for Grue." Purity concluded.
Oh, so that was why her voice caught. Not a bad move, it distanced her from her racist roots, and cleared up a bit of tension between herself and someone she would probably be uncomfortable enough working with anyway, even if it was a token vote by now.
Coil looked at Mayhem, who just waved the question away.
"Don't care, doesn't matter. Let me Tinker and we're good." The boy said dismissively.
And, if Faultline was correct, Mayhem controlled two votes…
"Um, what he said." The new cape, Sveta, added. "Um, only not with the Tinkering… I'm not a Tinker." She added hurriedly.
Master technology? Or just very grateful for whatever prosthesis or medical care Mayhem had provided? Tattletale was looking at the girl with pity, which could lead to either conclusion.
Not her problem, but again, that lack of knowledge itched at her.
"Coil. Whatever that counts for." Circus said.
Skitter looked around, realized that she was the last one to vote, and sighed.
"I really don't know any of you well enough to say, sorry. Purity, I guess. I know her best." She said.
Coil nodded.
"Those of you who have doubts about me, I hope that I can assuage them with time. As you may have guessed, my power is a Thinker ability, I may occasionally ask you to do things you might consider odd. Please bear with me, and you should find that everything works out in time." He said.
Faultline suppressed a snort. Maybe everything would work out for Coil in time, those he was commanding… well that depended on if their survival benefited him or not. She was glad to be out of it.
Cleaning up the Merchants was basically just a formality with a force like this. Now that Coil had effective control over the Bay, he'd probably wouldn't bother to renew the contract with her crew in a months time. She could stop guarding a glorified safe-house, and look for other contracts. The money had been good, but it was getting boring, and while practically having a good working relationship with the new ruler of Brockton Bay wasn't a bad thing, even if the small part she'd played in Coil's ascension left her feeling somehow dirty.
The last few hours had been intense, but also predictable. Coil had asked for a short recess following Purity's announcement, and given his ties to the Travelers and Undersiders, it was simply a matter of watching how the man chose to make everything play out.
He'd been ambitious. Perhaps more-so than he could manage. He was going to come out of the shadows in a very big way with this move, and that didn't seem like his style. Perhaps he had always planned something like this, and was now ready to tip his hand? No, Coil was paranoid. He wouldn't ever be willing to play all his cards. With the city as his prize he would likely play most of them, but he still had an ace up his sleeves. Something that he hadn't used yet.
What? Could it be whatever he had over the Travelers? Some sort of master power? Perhaps he had additional parahuman support? No, the only ones left in play after this meeting would be Uber and Leet, it wouldn't surprise her if they were also in Coil's pocket, but they weren't really trump card material.
"Better go over it one more time. This is a big deal. It's worth a few more minutes of attention, to finalize things." Grue said.
Faultline wasn't part of the deal at all. She'd bowed out, stayed out of the conversation. She'd kept expecting someone to ask her to leave, but no one had. Coil probably wanted a witness, and she'd been called on a couple of times to act as a semi-impartial judge on minor conditions.
Grue had been the most hesitant. Tattletale had whispered to him at length during the break, and Faultline hadn't been able to make out what they were saying, the girl was smart enough to hide what was left of her lips, and Grue had worn his helmet, so her limited ability to lipread had been useless.
"I'm fine with that." Coil said. "Please feel free to interject if you think I've missed something."
Grue nodded.
"We have all, with the exception of the Merchants, who threw a hissey fit and walked out halfway through, decided to band together in order to rule this city, in a single group, that has agreed to… not be too evil. It's a rather vague mission statement, but I think we can make it work." Coil said.
There was a circle of nods.
"Now, there were a few additional stipulations and agreements. Purity, you asked that the group break some members of the E88 out of jail?" Coil said.
"Yes. Some of them were just normal people in a bad situation. Peer pressure is a strong force, and now it's time to use that to remove their prejudices, instead of adding to them. I'm certain that they'd agree with our new philosophy if things are explained to them carefully."
Word for word what she'd said earlier, the last time the question had been asked. Someone in Purity's group had been coaching her on how not to seem like a racist dickwad. Faultline's money was on Skitter, it was hard to tell purely from posture, but she had this sort of… sense of anticipation when Purity spoke, and agreement afterward, satisfaction that the lines had been delivered correctly.
"Yes. You said." Coil told her politely. "We agreed that we would do so, provided we discuss each individual we free as a group beforehand. The rest of your group was willing to join without additional proviso?"
Mayhem had looked like he wanted so say something, but decided against it. He probably didn't want to push things. He was useful, far too useful to just let loose, but he also had his betrayal of the E88 sitting in his recent past. On the one hand, they were Nazis. You could get away with a lot of things if you did them to Nazis. On the other hand she certainly wouldn't like to have to let Mayhem treat her for any sort of medical condition, and just touching him seemed dangerous.
Tinkers were known for putting in ways to remotely shut down their tech, once he worked on you, you loosely fit that description.
Which made the Travelers request very suspicious indeed. Their attitude had done a complete one eighty from Trickster's initial statements regarding wanting to keep his group as it was.
"The Travelers have joined on the condition that Mayhem assist all members of their team with any existing medical conditions. After discussion with the Undersiders and Mayhem it has been agreed that Mayhem will cure all medical ailments for all members of the new group we are forming." Coil said.
There were ways to make sure Mayhem didn't do anything odd while he was Tinkering with your body. Tattletale would probably be able to tell if he tried anything, and Coil had inferred that his ability could also be used to ensure that Mayhem didn't leave behind nasty surprises. Still, Faultline couldn't see why anyone would be that trusting unless they were desperate.
Tattletale might be willing to take Mayhem up on his offer to fix her burns, but only because they had been recorded by Armsmaster in costume, and thus compromised her civilian identity, and only because she could read body language well enough to know what was in store for her. The Travelers? They didn't have that sort of luxury. Maybe Genesis could control her body well enough to make sure Mayhem didn't put anything odd into it. Maybe not. One could never be sure with Tinkers.
What had made them so desperate? Some sort of long term disease that the Travelers hadn't let on about? Perhaps an additional member who was critically injured?
Finally there had been Mayhem's absolute confidence that he could fix anything that was wrong with anyone. His exact statement on the matter had been; 'Have they still got a working brain? Yes? Then we're good.' It probably wasn't misplaced confidence either. Faultline had heard of his work during the Bakuda bombings, while he was still operating out of the Empire Clinic. Medical science was obviously something he excelled at.
Whatever had Tattletale so horrified before hadn't come up. Obviously it wasn't relevant, but the lack of knowledge itched. There was also the niggling fear that the girl had been mastered. Yes there was probably a lot of damage to her throat after she'd inhaled superheated air, but Tattletale wasn't the sort of person to let something like that stop her from being annoying.
"Trainwreck has agreed to completely renounce everything the Merchants stand for and stay permanently away from drugs in exchange for being allowed to join the new group." Coil said.
That was the one part of this evening that didn't seem to have gone quite according to Coil's plans. He'd been surprised when Trainwreck made the offer, and considering that Trainwreck was likely one of Coil's plants in the organization, he probably wasn't supposed to pull out just yet. The man had simply seen the writing on the wall, and decided to jump ship, rather than rely on his boss to bail him out when the Merchants were crushed.
It sounded like a wise move to her. One stray blast from Purity while the Merchants were being wiped off the map, and the man would be history, forgotten by Coil as nothing more than another useful informant who no longer had information he needed. Given that Coil probably had other, admittedly non-cape plants in the Merchants, it wasn't likely to be an issue, but it was a tiny crack. Proof that Coil didn't have perfect control.
"Finally, the Undersiders have joined on the condition that we assist them in breaking Bitch out of jail." Coil said.
Tattletale left her seat, hobbled to the main table, tapped Grue on the shoulder, and handed him a sheet of paper. Grue read it and winced.
"Ouch, yes, you're right." He said. "There's something I had better mention first, before we go any further."
"I'm listening." Coil said, only a touch of irritation coloring his voice.
"Well, before I begin, I need you to understand that Bitch's trigger… it messed her up. Her dogs are her family. She understands them better than she does humans. When Armsmaster took her in, he also captured one of her dogs. Brutus."
"We may be able to break the dog out as well. I doubt it's heavily guarded." Trickster said with a shrug.
"Not going to work." Grue said, shaking his head. "After they ran a few tests, made sure the dog was normal when Bitch wasn't using her powers on it, Piggot ordered the dog kept under guard. Probably just so she'd be able to lay a trap for Bitch if she broke out and came back for the dog. Tagg, though, when he came into power, he saw it as a waste of manpower. He had Brutus put down."
Coil closed his eyes and leaned back, steeping his fingers.
"And I would guess that Bitch isn't going to take this news well?" He said.
"She's going to do her damn best to kill the director when she learns about it." Grue confirmed.
Coil nodded.
"The PRT is keeping it quiet, but Director Tagg has recently been transferred from a Simurgh quarantine zone. He learned certain tactics there, and I worry that he will employ them here. While I am not sure that letting him be mauled to death is the answer, I do not think we can work with him." Coil said at length.
"Are you suggesting the PRT put a Simurgh bomb in place as the Director of the whole fucking Bay?" Trickster asked.
"He never entered the quarantine, but he did oversee operations there extensively." Coil said calmly.
"Flip'n hell." Trickster said, leaning back in his chair.
"We will need to do something. What exactly I don't know, it will need further discussion." Purity said, and, as the only one left at the table not already in Coil's pocket, that made the decision unanimous.
"Getting back on topic, despite the problems inherent in her release, we have agreed to break Bitch out of jail. Any objections now that new information has come to light?" Coil asked.
Purity frowned, but shook her head, Trickster waved the question aside.
"Very well then, any last minute questions, or are we ready?" Coil asked.
"You never said why you were willing to join this group." Skitter said.
Smart girl, though not suitably cautious. Speaking from her booth wasn't against the rules of this meeting, which were fairly relaxed to begin with now that open discussion was taking place. It was certainly a question that Purity would never have asked. It was however, something Coil had been dancing around all evening.
Coil laughed to defuse the subtle tension.
"All right. I'll be frank. I'm joining because when you vote on a leader. I think I'll win." He said, shrugging.
"Honest." Trickster said with a shrug. "I like that."
And if he hadn't been prompted to say that line Faultline would eat her shoe.
"We agreed that the vote would only include capes?" Purity said.
Purity hadn't quite read the room yet. She thought that she, and the four capes with her, would all vote for herself. The Undersides would all vote for Grue, the four Travelers would vote for Trickster, Trainwreck was a wild-card and that Coil would vote for himself. She probably thought that the worst thing to happen would be Trainwreck siding with the Travelers, resulting in a stalemate. This was despite the fact that she'd let Coil lead the conversation all evening.
She wasn't an idiot exactly, but she wasn't socially adept, incredibly suspicious, incredibly charismatic, or otherwise equipped to deal with leading a cape team.
"I have no problem with that rule." Coil said.
"And also the rule that the vote can be held again, provided there is no active conflict going on and with three days warning, if the decisions of the chosen leader are called into question." Grue added.
He actually knew what he was talking about, expected to lose this vote, and was keeping his options open for the future. Smart boy.
Coil nodded. He'd been insistent on the three days warning for leadership change, without any options to leave the leader uninformed. More proof that his power took time to work, but Faultline had already figured out that aspect.
Purity eyed Coil warily, but nodded.
"Do you have any other questions, or shall we vote now?" Coil asked.
There was a moment of silence, and then Trainwreck began.
"Coil. I've fought his mercenaries, I'd love to be that well organized." The metal man said, probably trying to buy back a bit of favor for desertion of his post as Merchants infiltrator, unless Faultline missed her guess.
Coil glanced at the Travelers.
"Coil. Thinker leadership sounds like a good idea, and he is organized." Trickster said with a shrug.
Faultline saw the exact moment Purity caught on. It wasn't quite outrage, more like resignation, and the realization that she probably wouldn't have been a good leader anyway, considering she missed the signs that this was forming.
"Coil. We've dealt with him in the past, he sticks to his word." Sundancer said, looking at Coil pointedly.
So, a promise. Coil had given his word about something, and he hadn't kept it yet. Faultline wondered what it was.
"Coil. May as well go with the flow." Ballistic said, crossing his arms.
"Coil." Genesis enunciated oddly, her delicately fanged lips tearing at the word. If she wasn't able to speak this must be some sort of combat form, for all it's apparent frailty. She must have come expecting a fight.
"I'll go with Coil as well, he's organized, he has resources, he's our best bet until we get to know each other better." Grue said calmly.
"Coil seems like he might pay the bills." Regent said with a shrug, then he leaned over and listened to Tattletale as she whispered in his ear.
"Really?" He asked.
She whispered again.
"OK, if you say so. Tattletale votes for the bug controller. She says Skitter has an unmatched ability to multitask, and that she will probably excel at commanding and coordinating units on a battlefield." Regent translated.
Skitter looked surprised, but the vote wasn't going to have any impact by now. Coil had already won, in fact Faultline wasn't quite sure why the vote was continuing.
"I realize that it's only a token protest at this point," Purity said, her voice catching slightly. Faultline may have been wrong about her resignation, "but I vote for Grue." Purity concluded.
Oh, so that was why her voice caught. Not a bad move, it distanced her from her racist roots, and cleared up a bit of tension between herself and someone she would probably be uncomfortable enough working with anyway, even if it was a token vote by now.
Coil looked at Mayhem, who just waved the question away.
"Don't care, doesn't matter. Let me Tinker and we're good." The boy said dismissively.
And, if Faultline was correct, Mayhem controlled two votes…
"Um, what he said." The new cape, Sveta, added. "Um, only not with the Tinkering… I'm not a Tinker." She added hurriedly.
Master technology? Or just very grateful for whatever prosthesis or medical care Mayhem had provided? Tattletale was looking at the girl with pity, which could lead to either conclusion.
Not her problem, but again, that lack of knowledge itched at her.
"Coil. Whatever that counts for." Circus said.
Skitter looked around, realized that she was the last one to vote, and sighed.
"I really don't know any of you well enough to say, sorry. Purity, I guess. I know her best." She said.
Coil nodded.
"Those of you who have doubts about me, I hope that I can assuage them with time. As you may have guessed, my power is a Thinker ability, I may occasionally ask you to do things you might consider odd. Please bear with me, and you should find that everything works out in time." He said.
Faultline suppressed a snort. Maybe everything would work out for Coil in time, those he was commanding… well that depended on if their survival benefited him or not. She was glad to be out of it.
Cleaning up the Merchants was basically just a formality with a force like this. Now that Coil had effective control over the Bay, he'd probably wouldn't bother to renew the contract with her crew in a months time. She could stop guarding a glorified safe-house, and look for other contracts. The money had been good, but it was getting boring, and while practically having a good working relationship with the new ruler of Brockton Bay wasn't a bad thing, even if the small part she'd played in Coil's ascension left her feeling somehow dirty.
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You needed worthy opponents.
- Location
- Kansas
I like where this is going, but keep wondering when the other shoe will drop. I realize the canon timeline is blown out of the water, but this is around when Leviathan (or another Endbringer) tends to make an appearance. When that happens, the missing E88 capes will be felt. Though they are Nazis, at least they brought a decent force to bear against the Endbringers.
- Location
- Tampere
No force is decent againt the Endbringers, only Sting can actually deal any damage to them after all, everything else is just cosmetics.
- Location
- Brazil
Levi could show up, but there is no huge gang war, no bombings, no nothing that would usually preced his attack.
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Not A Nice Person At All
- Location
- Jerkville
Noelle, if you subscribe to the powerful cape theory. Otherwise, Coil's engineered conflicts with the Protectorate, and Mayhem's engineered conflicts with everyone and everything.
- Location
- United States
I'd like to note that the Endbringers retreat when they have taken enough damage, even if we know that it doesn't actually hurt them at all. So the Nazis would still be very useful during an Endbringer fight, even if they wouldn't be much use in killing one.
not
lose
Coil must be giddy. He just gained the most powerful blaster in the bay, a tinker, a bunch of other parahumans, and they've all already agreed to help him oust Tagg.
On the other hand, I'm a little terrified of what Mayhem will be able to do with near unlimited funding and access to Noelle.
The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
- Location
- Spaaaaace~!
I have to wonder how Coil will handle this... will he be less violent and backstabby than he was in canon, since things are going more smoothly for him here, or will he still be a vicious snake in the grass?
TW33K
Generic Title
- Location
- where the wild things aren't
Trickster has first hand experience why a Ziz-bomb shouldn't be in charge
I wonder what the public would think of Tagg having a dog put down because it was owned by a Villain.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
how to not seem like
complete one-eighty from Trickster's initial
expected to lose this vote
- Location
- PR
Then why isnt Eidolon or Alexandria or Legend or even that weird chick that steals powers in the birdcage an issue?
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Not A Nice Person At All
- Location
- Jerkville
Eidolon being Dadversary is off the target list. Alexandria is a joke, any of them could casually asphyxiate her at range with a mildly creative application of their primary power set. Legend, while powerful by common standards is not an infinite clone army of parahumans.
The individual powerful target theory does have significant holes though.
RazorSmile
ROB Used To Be A Knife Missile
Because Noelle is a force-multiplier that can go from covert to invulnerable very quickly if she grabs the right capes and the wrong level of response is brought to bear -- and the ones you named are not (except Glastig Uiane.)
The other reason is of course that the Endbringers do not want to end the world.
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- Location
- Australia
Thanks for your corrections.
In canon I believe that the list went, Piggot, Calvert, Tagg.
Here Calvert wasn't quite ready to take her place when Piggot was deposed, so Tagg gets in early.
Thanks.
- Location
- Postcard from the Root
Not too surprised with how things turned out. I just pray Coil doesn't actually end up ruling the Bay. Still hoping he was Mayhem's mysterious caller with the E88. Wondering what's gonna happen to Dinah at this rate.
3.7
- Location
- Australia
I had a new lab. Not much to say about it really. It was like the old lab, only it was underground, in Coil's base. He probably wanted to keep me close, keep an eye on my work. I suppose I could put up with that. It just meant he would be in the line of fire when the Nine came looking for me.
If they ever came looking. I was starting to wonder if Jack and my sister had forgotten about me. I hadn't announced my identity in public or anything, but the PRT held secrets like a leaky sieve, and they knew where and who I was. Surely Jack would decide to come here soon? Or was my sister resisting him even now? The reports didn't make it seem that way. Her atrocities were only increasing.
I went into the cold room, harvested what I needed from my skin farms, and went through my new lab.
All right. So it was nice having dedicated rooms for these things instead of just having one warehouse, with one refrigerator substituting for a climate controlled cold room. The mercenaries who helped me move still messed up everything. My carbon nano-fibre muscle growth looms had been jostled, leaving the resulting tissues sub-par.
They'd mixed up my scalpels as well. About half were treated with sedative, half were clean, and somewhere, mixed in with all the others, was the one I'd designed for fighting the Nine. It was treated with the most vicious, fast acting, deadly poison I could create, and I could do some very nasty poisons when I wanted to.
It was designed to be scentless, so the easiest way to find it would be to get a small animal of some sort, nick it, and if it's flesh turned black and rotted off, then that was the poisonous scalpel. I was going to have to spend at least half an hour testing them all at some point. Perhaps I should label it this time? Or at least mark it in some way?
Meh, just needed one working scalpel for this. I took a random scalpel out of the drawer filled with them, and nicked the flap of skin I was holding with it.
No complete cellular breakdown, so we were fine.
I pushed open the doors of my office, and nodded at Grue, Regent and Tattletale. Apparently the Travelers wanted me to meet and subsequently heal a couple of their members as well, but they'd been oddly hesitant about the whole thing, and Tattletale managed to get in first.
Regent had stolen my chair, Tattletale was lounging on the couch, and Grue was standing. The whole 'smoke coming out of his clothes' effect was rather nice. I could probably rig something like that so that my coat smoked as I moved, just a matter of treating it with the right chemicals regularly.
Hmm, let's have a look at the patient. Second degree burns, nearly healed, although the scarring would be both stiff and tender, to the point where movement was impaired.
"You know, this would be fairly easy if you came to me before the burns had healed. I could put some cream on everything, bandage you up, and you'd be fine in a week." I told her. Tattletale shrugged, and started using her phone to play a song.
[Stitches]
"Well, technically I won't be using stitches, it's more of a glue. Say ahh." I told her, taking a penlight out of my pocket and inspecting her throat. Hmm, now that was interesting.
"Not me. You and Cricket's theme song." Tattletale rasped. It took me a second to work out what she'd said, she wasn't able to enunciate clearly.
"I'm glad you still have your sense of humor." I told her. "A stupid sense of humor, considering I'm about to perform surgery on you, but a sense of humor never the less. How exactly did you manage to burn the inside of your throat? I'm not seeing the acute edema of the lungs, and death, that I would expect from inhaling super-heated air of the temperature necessary to burn your lips and tongue in this fashion."
"She said something that really pissed off Lung. He tried to rip her tongue out. Armsmaster and I interrupted him." Regent said casually.
I nodded, that would probably do it, although it seemed likely Lung had been controlling the temperature of his flame so as not to kill her before removing the offending muscle. The burns didn't quite match up with what I understood of his power level, even after a brief fight.
"What did she say to make him try that in the middle of a pitched battle?" I asked.
"I didn't hear over Armsmaster yelling." Regent said, looking at Grue.
"I was fighting Lee." Grue said, looking at Tattletale, who grinned viciously. It was an odd look considering the condition of her lips.
"I'm good at getting under people's skin." She rasped.
I shrugged. "If you say so. Judging by how you're walking, I assume you were burned elsewhere?"
Tattletale nodded, and lifted her shirt.
I turned my embarrassment off before performing a cursory examination.
It wasn't pretty.
"There's no muscle damage. Sveta can apply a cream to get rid of the stiffness and scarring." I told her. Tattletale nodded, and lowered her shirt. There was a hint of calculation in her eyes, probably weighing the chance to crack some sort of joke against the pain of speaking. The potential pain won.
I turned my embarrassment back on. It played a key role in a lot of social interactions, and while I was perfectly capable of being logical and obeying social mores without that particular emotion, that was only while I was focusing, reminding myself of what used to cause embarrassment.
"Now, just how attached were you to your freckles?" I asked.
"I liked them." Tattletale said.
Great, now I'd need to seed her new skin with freckles, as well as color match it. This would be so much easier if I could just remove all her skin, and go with the natural color of the replacement skin, but I doubt she'd be OK with that.
I held the flap of vat grown skin up to her face, did a few rough calculations in my head of what sort of chemical dyes I'd need to use, and noted the color and spread of her existing freckles. Cosmetic surgery wasn't my specialty, but I was still better at it than any human doctor could be, and it would probably be good practice for Sveta.
"Um, sorry, I just had to put down some things. Did you say my name earlier?" Sveta asked, poking her head in from the other room, where she was helping me sort my chemical vials. At least I'd labeled those. Perhaps I should just boil all the scalpels and start over again? No, the poison I'd made would not do nice things if someone inhaled steam tainted with the chemicals making it up.
"Yes. I'd like you to find the vial marked 'anti-scarring cream number two,' and help Tattletale apply it to her burns. Don't worry about her face, I'm going to have to operate to fix the muscle damage anyway, and it will be quicker to replace her skin than get it back into working order." I said.
"There's something else." Tattletale said, almost hesitantly, then she nodded at Grue.
"Are you really sure about this? You don't think you could just… exercise a little more self control?" He asked.
Tattletale nodded again.
"All right. Tattletale would like to ask that, when you fix her throat, you install a mute button." Grue said hesitantly. "I guess this recent incident scared her, and she always has had a tendency to talk when she shouldn't. She picked her name for a reason. I think she plans to give the button to whoever is leading her group at the time, let them have the option to make her stop running her mouth if it becomes necessary."
I looked at Tattletale, who didn't really look keen about this amendment. I wasn't exactly a social genius, but I don't think this was her idea.
If it wasn't her idea, then someone else was forcing her to do it. Someone wanted the ability to keep her quiet.
"Sveta, grab Regent please." I said, raising my palm and pointing it at Grue. The kinetic energy emitter in my artificial hand glowed faintly blue as it built up power for a kinetic pulse.
"Um. OK?" Sveta said.
"Hey." Regent said, as Sveta obeyed. He ducked quickly out of her grip as she reached to grab his shoulder.
"I assure you, they weren't threatening me. This is something I need." Tattletale said.
"Are you sure? I have enhanced senses and Sveta doesn't have a nervous system, we can take them." I told her. I'd read up on both of them, their wiki pages had been updated after the fight with Lung, and I doubted that they'd have held much back then.
Tattletale looked exasperated, and nodded. Huh, guess I was wrong. I really was bad at this social thing. It didn't help that her face was burned, it was hard to read her properly. Perhaps Mayhem could. He did have some sort of advanced social program? No, I couldn't rely on him for everything.
"Your E88 is showing." Grue grumbled.
"Not true. I suspected Regent just as much." I told him, lowering my arm, and also lowering my embarrassment a notch or two. Apparently having it turned on wasn't a surefire way to avoid social faux pas.
"Sorry." Sveta said, apologizing to Regent even though she hadn't actually managed to lay a hand on him. I was going to have to work on those leg muscles of hers soon. She was still slower than a regular human.
"I guess it's an understandable mistake, and a weird request. I'm not sure why Tattletale insisted on it." Grue said.
"So long as it's what she wants, I'll do it. I know all about installing safeties to keep yourself under control. Sometimes you need stuff like that. I just wasn't sure she wanted it. I apologize." I told him.
He nodded, and I think that made us good.
Behind me Tattletale rolled her eyes, and looked disappointed. Probably knew she needed a mute button, but didn't actually want it, or something. I don't know. I obviously wasn't good at reading her.
"If that's all, I need to correctly pigment this skin, and begin the operation within the next half hour. The skin has been designed to stay alive for a while outside it's growth vat, but it does need to be properly connected soon." I said.
"There's no… preparation? Doesn't she need to spend at least a few hours without eating before you put her under, or something?" Grue asked.
"Do I look like I need to apply a respiratory anesthesia?" I asked.
"I don't know, I just thought this was a bigger deal. You're obviously halfway though unpacking here?" Grue said.
"I have everything I need unpacked." I told him.
I wasn't sure where everything was exactly, but it was unpacked, and I'd worked under worse conditions. The first time I implanted a neural chip into my brain came to mind. My bedroom had not been up to surgical standards at the time.
"Um?" Sveta said questioningly.
"Right, apply the cream thickly, then prep Tattletale for an operation." I told her.
"How do I do that?" Sveta asked.
"Rub it into her skin. She can do it herself if it's somewhere she can reach... oh, you mean the prep for operation part? Just get her to lay down on the operating table. No need for a gown or anything, what she's wearing is fine, I'll only be working on her face." I told Sveta.
Grue looked slightly worried. So did Tattletale. Well, I'd just have to prove how good I was at this.
"Um, right. Thanks." Sveta said.
I took the loose skin into my lab, and started dying it. I'd do the freckles once it was on Tattletale's face, it would be hard to get the spread right, considering I was going to have to carefully cut the skin to mold it in place properly. I'd need a few small muscle grafts as well, it was as good a use as any for the carbon nano-fibre ones that had been ruined in the move. I'd have to reduce their strength, or they'd tear her face apart as soon as she tensed them, but I could do that.
I took my time, and spent a few minutes testing spare scalpels on a scrap of the skin that had dyed incorrectly, while I was still trying to get it the right shade of white.
"Ready!" Sveta called.
I walked into the operating room, tugged on some gloves, and started taking the chemicals I'd need out of coat pockets. I could get by with just those, if I had to, I kept the coat well stocked. Let's see... set up a drip, inject some numbing agent...
"The mute button… make sure your backup overrides the button you give me." Tattletale said quietly.
I actually wasn't going to make a backup mute button. Just something to release a sedative into her blood stream on command.
"Make a backup as well." Tattletale said.
I guess the rumors that she was psychic were close enough to the truth. Also, that sounded like permission.
"I'm glad you trust me that much." I said.
She snorted, coughed, and then my sedative took effect.
If they ever came looking. I was starting to wonder if Jack and my sister had forgotten about me. I hadn't announced my identity in public or anything, but the PRT held secrets like a leaky sieve, and they knew where and who I was. Surely Jack would decide to come here soon? Or was my sister resisting him even now? The reports didn't make it seem that way. Her atrocities were only increasing.
I went into the cold room, harvested what I needed from my skin farms, and went through my new lab.
All right. So it was nice having dedicated rooms for these things instead of just having one warehouse, with one refrigerator substituting for a climate controlled cold room. The mercenaries who helped me move still messed up everything. My carbon nano-fibre muscle growth looms had been jostled, leaving the resulting tissues sub-par.
They'd mixed up my scalpels as well. About half were treated with sedative, half were clean, and somewhere, mixed in with all the others, was the one I'd designed for fighting the Nine. It was treated with the most vicious, fast acting, deadly poison I could create, and I could do some very nasty poisons when I wanted to.
It was designed to be scentless, so the easiest way to find it would be to get a small animal of some sort, nick it, and if it's flesh turned black and rotted off, then that was the poisonous scalpel. I was going to have to spend at least half an hour testing them all at some point. Perhaps I should label it this time? Or at least mark it in some way?
Meh, just needed one working scalpel for this. I took a random scalpel out of the drawer filled with them, and nicked the flap of skin I was holding with it.
No complete cellular breakdown, so we were fine.
I pushed open the doors of my office, and nodded at Grue, Regent and Tattletale. Apparently the Travelers wanted me to meet and subsequently heal a couple of their members as well, but they'd been oddly hesitant about the whole thing, and Tattletale managed to get in first.
Regent had stolen my chair, Tattletale was lounging on the couch, and Grue was standing. The whole 'smoke coming out of his clothes' effect was rather nice. I could probably rig something like that so that my coat smoked as I moved, just a matter of treating it with the right chemicals regularly.
Hmm, let's have a look at the patient. Second degree burns, nearly healed, although the scarring would be both stiff and tender, to the point where movement was impaired.
"You know, this would be fairly easy if you came to me before the burns had healed. I could put some cream on everything, bandage you up, and you'd be fine in a week." I told her. Tattletale shrugged, and started using her phone to play a song.
[Stitches]
"Well, technically I won't be using stitches, it's more of a glue. Say ahh." I told her, taking a penlight out of my pocket and inspecting her throat. Hmm, now that was interesting.
"Not me. You and Cricket's theme song." Tattletale rasped. It took me a second to work out what she'd said, she wasn't able to enunciate clearly.
"I'm glad you still have your sense of humor." I told her. "A stupid sense of humor, considering I'm about to perform surgery on you, but a sense of humor never the less. How exactly did you manage to burn the inside of your throat? I'm not seeing the acute edema of the lungs, and death, that I would expect from inhaling super-heated air of the temperature necessary to burn your lips and tongue in this fashion."
"She said something that really pissed off Lung. He tried to rip her tongue out. Armsmaster and I interrupted him." Regent said casually.
I nodded, that would probably do it, although it seemed likely Lung had been controlling the temperature of his flame so as not to kill her before removing the offending muscle. The burns didn't quite match up with what I understood of his power level, even after a brief fight.
"What did she say to make him try that in the middle of a pitched battle?" I asked.
"I didn't hear over Armsmaster yelling." Regent said, looking at Grue.
"I was fighting Lee." Grue said, looking at Tattletale, who grinned viciously. It was an odd look considering the condition of her lips.
"I'm good at getting under people's skin." She rasped.
I shrugged. "If you say so. Judging by how you're walking, I assume you were burned elsewhere?"
Tattletale nodded, and lifted her shirt.
I turned my embarrassment off before performing a cursory examination.
It wasn't pretty.
"There's no muscle damage. Sveta can apply a cream to get rid of the stiffness and scarring." I told her. Tattletale nodded, and lowered her shirt. There was a hint of calculation in her eyes, probably weighing the chance to crack some sort of joke against the pain of speaking. The potential pain won.
I turned my embarrassment back on. It played a key role in a lot of social interactions, and while I was perfectly capable of being logical and obeying social mores without that particular emotion, that was only while I was focusing, reminding myself of what used to cause embarrassment.
"Now, just how attached were you to your freckles?" I asked.
"I liked them." Tattletale said.
Great, now I'd need to seed her new skin with freckles, as well as color match it. This would be so much easier if I could just remove all her skin, and go with the natural color of the replacement skin, but I doubt she'd be OK with that.
I held the flap of vat grown skin up to her face, did a few rough calculations in my head of what sort of chemical dyes I'd need to use, and noted the color and spread of her existing freckles. Cosmetic surgery wasn't my specialty, but I was still better at it than any human doctor could be, and it would probably be good practice for Sveta.
"Um, sorry, I just had to put down some things. Did you say my name earlier?" Sveta asked, poking her head in from the other room, where she was helping me sort my chemical vials. At least I'd labeled those. Perhaps I should just boil all the scalpels and start over again? No, the poison I'd made would not do nice things if someone inhaled steam tainted with the chemicals making it up.
"Yes. I'd like you to find the vial marked 'anti-scarring cream number two,' and help Tattletale apply it to her burns. Don't worry about her face, I'm going to have to operate to fix the muscle damage anyway, and it will be quicker to replace her skin than get it back into working order." I said.
"There's something else." Tattletale said, almost hesitantly, then she nodded at Grue.
"Are you really sure about this? You don't think you could just… exercise a little more self control?" He asked.
Tattletale nodded again.
"All right. Tattletale would like to ask that, when you fix her throat, you install a mute button." Grue said hesitantly. "I guess this recent incident scared her, and she always has had a tendency to talk when she shouldn't. She picked her name for a reason. I think she plans to give the button to whoever is leading her group at the time, let them have the option to make her stop running her mouth if it becomes necessary."
I looked at Tattletale, who didn't really look keen about this amendment. I wasn't exactly a social genius, but I don't think this was her idea.
If it wasn't her idea, then someone else was forcing her to do it. Someone wanted the ability to keep her quiet.
"Sveta, grab Regent please." I said, raising my palm and pointing it at Grue. The kinetic energy emitter in my artificial hand glowed faintly blue as it built up power for a kinetic pulse.
"Um. OK?" Sveta said.
"Hey." Regent said, as Sveta obeyed. He ducked quickly out of her grip as she reached to grab his shoulder.
"I assure you, they weren't threatening me. This is something I need." Tattletale said.
"Are you sure? I have enhanced senses and Sveta doesn't have a nervous system, we can take them." I told her. I'd read up on both of them, their wiki pages had been updated after the fight with Lung, and I doubted that they'd have held much back then.
Tattletale looked exasperated, and nodded. Huh, guess I was wrong. I really was bad at this social thing. It didn't help that her face was burned, it was hard to read her properly. Perhaps Mayhem could. He did have some sort of advanced social program? No, I couldn't rely on him for everything.
"Your E88 is showing." Grue grumbled.
"Not true. I suspected Regent just as much." I told him, lowering my arm, and also lowering my embarrassment a notch or two. Apparently having it turned on wasn't a surefire way to avoid social faux pas.
"Sorry." Sveta said, apologizing to Regent even though she hadn't actually managed to lay a hand on him. I was going to have to work on those leg muscles of hers soon. She was still slower than a regular human.
"I guess it's an understandable mistake, and a weird request. I'm not sure why Tattletale insisted on it." Grue said.
"So long as it's what she wants, I'll do it. I know all about installing safeties to keep yourself under control. Sometimes you need stuff like that. I just wasn't sure she wanted it. I apologize." I told him.
He nodded, and I think that made us good.
Behind me Tattletale rolled her eyes, and looked disappointed. Probably knew she needed a mute button, but didn't actually want it, or something. I don't know. I obviously wasn't good at reading her.
"If that's all, I need to correctly pigment this skin, and begin the operation within the next half hour. The skin has been designed to stay alive for a while outside it's growth vat, but it does need to be properly connected soon." I said.
"There's no… preparation? Doesn't she need to spend at least a few hours without eating before you put her under, or something?" Grue asked.
"Do I look like I need to apply a respiratory anesthesia?" I asked.
"I don't know, I just thought this was a bigger deal. You're obviously halfway though unpacking here?" Grue said.
"I have everything I need unpacked." I told him.
I wasn't sure where everything was exactly, but it was unpacked, and I'd worked under worse conditions. The first time I implanted a neural chip into my brain came to mind. My bedroom had not been up to surgical standards at the time.
"Um?" Sveta said questioningly.
"Right, apply the cream thickly, then prep Tattletale for an operation." I told her.
"How do I do that?" Sveta asked.
"Rub it into her skin. She can do it herself if it's somewhere she can reach... oh, you mean the prep for operation part? Just get her to lay down on the operating table. No need for a gown or anything, what she's wearing is fine, I'll only be working on her face." I told Sveta.
Grue looked slightly worried. So did Tattletale. Well, I'd just have to prove how good I was at this.
"Um, right. Thanks." Sveta said.
I took the loose skin into my lab, and started dying it. I'd do the freckles once it was on Tattletale's face, it would be hard to get the spread right, considering I was going to have to carefully cut the skin to mold it in place properly. I'd need a few small muscle grafts as well, it was as good a use as any for the carbon nano-fibre ones that had been ruined in the move. I'd have to reduce their strength, or they'd tear her face apart as soon as she tensed them, but I could do that.
I took my time, and spent a few minutes testing spare scalpels on a scrap of the skin that had dyed incorrectly, while I was still trying to get it the right shade of white.
"Ready!" Sveta called.
I walked into the operating room, tugged on some gloves, and started taking the chemicals I'd need out of coat pockets. I could get by with just those, if I had to, I kept the coat well stocked. Let's see... set up a drip, inject some numbing agent...
"The mute button… make sure your backup overrides the button you give me." Tattletale said quietly.
I actually wasn't going to make a backup mute button. Just something to release a sedative into her blood stream on command.
"Make a backup as well." Tattletale said.
I guess the rumors that she was psychic were close enough to the truth. Also, that sounded like permission.
"I'm glad you trust me that much." I said.
She snorted, coughed, and then my sedative took effect.
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Not A Nice Person At All
- Location
- Jerkville
I don't normally do this, but Adam is being such a fuckup between this and the scalpel idiocy that I am going to break one of my personal rules and directly cross post:
Learn to understand emphasis on words you blithering fucktard!
Learn to understand emphasis on words you blithering fucktard!
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
pissed off
At least he's using sedatives. I got the impression he'd be operating on Lisa's face with the girl awake at first, honestly.