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    I lick my dry lips. Okay, how do I do this? What can I possibly say to keep things from escalating?

    We are all fellow heroes here! Maybe a 'hi' would help?

    No, no, that's just too stupid.

    Thankfully, Taylor is more decisive than I am. "Independent heroes Tech Priest," She points at me. "And Ladybug." And then at herself.

    Ah, yes. Answering his question does sound like the most reasonable way to start this conversation.

    "You don't look like heroes." And as he says that, a dozen PRT rush into the warehouse. Most of them move to investigate the premise and check on the incapacitated mercenaries, but two come to stand next to Armsmaster. They are armed with what looks like blocky flamethrowers. Foam dispensers most likely. Completely useless against our teleporter, thankfully.

    "We haven't been doing this for long." Taylor shakes her head. "We're slowly putting our costumes together."

    As Taylor finishes with her explanation, I set a teleportation beacon. I hope to end this in friendly terms with Armsmaster, but better to be ready for anything.

    "And in your second night, you decided to launch an attack on a group of unknowns, after you attacked a Ward during your first one." He says, pointing at the Psi Blade.

    I swallow hard. That wasn't one of our proudest moments. Should I have worked on a way to disguise the Blade? It's kind of noticeable.

    Taylor remains calm, though. It must be her power at work again but I don't mind, someone has to keep their cool in moments like these.

    "That was an accident!" She cries out. "I panicked and messed up there. And this is our third night!" The fourth one, actually. During the second one, we burnt Winslow down but I'm not telling Armsmaster that. "In our second one, we saved a man's life!"

    There's something in the hero's posture, I can't put my finger on what, but he looks frustrated with Taylor's answer. "The PRT has no information on that."

    "We were in the newspaper! The man had been stabbed and we rescued him!"

    Ok, Taylor is raising her voice so I better step in. "The policemen that came with the paramedics asked us about what we'd seen. They should have our statements."

    Armsmaster says nothing as he... Is he actually staring at me? I can't see the man's eyes behind his visor but he does cock his head in my direction. The only expression that his helmet betrays is that of his jaw tensing.

    "Armsmaster, come here! You need to see this." An officer calls for the hero.

    It seems that they found the content of the truck.

    "You two," Armsmaster signals at the officers with the containment foam. "Keep an eye on them." And then he rushes in.

    Drops of sweat roll down my back and I find myself gripping Taylor's hand.

    It's to ensure that we teleport together in case of being covered in containment foam.

    Yes, that.

    When Armsmaster finally returns, it feels like minutes have passed despite my visor's clock telling me it has only been some thirty seconds. "Tell me what happened here."

    With Taylor, we share a look. How do we explain how we found out about this place? I'm most definitely not telling him that we broke into a public building.

    Shit, Taylor hasn't said anything yet. Maybe she's unsure of how much of my technology I'm willing to share.

    Does Armsmaster already have his lie detector? Oh, that will be a massive headache to work around.

    How much time have we spent in silence already? He must be getting impatient.

    Ok, here it goes. "By chance, we stumbled across what we thought were drugs being smuggled." I explain. "It just turned out they weren't drugs."

    There! That was technically true, so his lie detector shouldn't have pinged on that. Or maybe it did and now is flagging me as a half-lier.

    Goddammit is this man infuriating!

    "Any evidence of illegal activities must be shared with the Protectorate."

    Yes! Maybe we should have shared it! But guess what, we didn't! "We were stupid, alright?" I yell. "We thought we could handle this on our own. And we didn't even think about going in at first! We thought about following them around and seeing where they were going. But then when we saw what was actually going on we said 'fuck it'!"

    "We couldn't leave the children in there." Taylor's voice is almost a whisper as she hugs herself. "Alone and in the dark, surrounded by blood and insects."

    Blood and… oh, crap. Her facade of perfect calm cracks and I'm reminded that, despite everything, Taylor is still just a wounded child.

    "Breathe, Ladybug. You're here with me." I rub her back and slowly her breathing stabilizes.

    At least Armsmaster has the decency to wait for her panic attack to be over.

    "Your actions here put not only yourselves but others in danger. And it's because of that that two men died."

    "Yeah, well, my bad." I say with a shrug.

    "Is that how you reply to killing two people?"

    I mean-- yes? I'm unsure how else to act about the issue. Should I cry? Start an 'oh, no, what have I done' rant? It's not like I purposely killed the first one. And with the second one, I just opened fire at him with lethal force but with no clear intention in mind. That counts as not purposely having killed him, right?

    It doesn't really matter to me.

    "What do you want me to say? I built non-lethal tools so we could capture them." I show him my Riot Prod. "We went in with the idea of subduing them but shit happened."

    Even with his helmet on, I can hear the sound of Armsmaster's heavy breathing. "That attitude is exactly why the Wards Program exists. If it hadn't been because someone heard your ruckus and called emergencies--"

    "I was the one who made that call!"

    "Before or after you attacked?"

    "What does it matter?"

    "It matters because in one scenario you did everything right and only attacked when you were left with no other choices. In the other, you went in intending to deal potentially lethal damage to people, and only called when you found yourselves in over your heads!"

    Ok Tech Priest, think about a clever retort.

    I have nothing.

    "What were you expecting us to do?" Thank you, Taylor! I'm so happy to have you around to yell at people when I go mute! "Just to sit back and let them do whatever it was that they were going to do?"

    "Under these circumstances, yes! How did you know that the criminals wouldn't just shoot the children?"

    "I had my bugs circling around the truck to stop anyone from going in!"

    "Would that have stopped a stray bullet or laser shot from also going in?"

    Taylor gets taken aback by that. She looks at me for support but just as shocked as she is.

    "That's what I thought." Armsmaster presses on. "And that's without taking into account possible parahuman support. Did you even know who you were attacking?"

    My throat feels as if I had swallowed a glass of sand. Far too much could have gone wrong there. We had nothing that could have stopped one of the mercenaries from shooting into the van, and we got lucky that they had no capes.

    If it wasn't because of my foreknowledge--

    Wait.

    Wait, wait, wait! I can use this!

    "I do know." I tentatively raise my hand. "It involves someone named Coil."

    Yeah, he looks far from convinced. "How did you find that name?"

    "I managed to hack one of their computers." I blur out.

    "That's a lie."

    Well, fuck you and fuck your lie detector too!

    "And what if it is?" Taylor sounds as done with all this as I am. "He was telling the truth when he gave you that name, wasn't he? If not, you'd have said something back then!"

    Oh, she got you there!

    "Look, we want to be heroes, alright?" I add. "And all I know is that someone named Coil wants something with one Dinah Alcott."

    "What?!" Someone yells at my back. Holy shit, that almost made me jump out of my skin! I search for its source and find… a helmet in the shape of a lion staring back at me.

    That's Triumph.

    Triumph, Dinah's cousin, has been standing behind me this entire time.

    This is a good thing! I think. Hope.

    "What did you say?" Triumph takes a step in my direction, and I toy with the idea of triggering the teleporter right there.

    "Eh--"

    Taylor steps in, putting a protective hand over my chest.

    "Triumph, stand down!" Armsmaster orders.

    "But sir, I--"

    "Triumph." He repeats. "Stand down. Go call Console, inform them about this new development, and await further instructions."

    Rory, as I think his true name is, slowly nods. "Yes. Yes, sir." He sounds far from happy but obeys and marches toward one of the vans.

    Ok, good news, the distressed Triumph is out. Bad news, Armsmaster remains. "You two are playing a dangerous game," He raises an index which he points at each of us. "And without someone to regulate your actions, you'll cause more chaos and destruction in your misguided attempt at heroism than what most villains do."

    I feel my hands curling into fists.

    Before I can tell him what I believe about the Protectorate's competence, there's a bip, and Armsmaster takes his hand to the side of his helmet.

    "I've been informed of a bunker underneath the premise." He explains after a moment. "Were you responsible for disabling the security systems?"

    "I was." My voice is dry as I stare at where I think his eyes are. "I built some EMP grenades to take down the electronics."

    "Show them to me."

    Taylor's hand closes around mine as she pulls our last grenade out, her thumb close to the trigger.

    Is she-- is she about to do what I think she's about to do?

    For the love of God, Taylor, don't activate it! We don't need this amount of heat over our heads just yet!

    Armsmaster extends his waiting hand and the tense standoff continues for several heartbeats. Taylor finally relinquishes and gives him the grenade.

    I'm breathing once again.

    "A device that creates a localized pulse capable of rendering electronics inert." Armsmaster says, mostly to himself, as he brings the device up to his eyes. "I'm familiar with the principle behind it. My halberd has a similar function, and my armor has been shielded against devices such as this."

    The implied threat is clear for everyone to see.

    After a couple more seconds of examination, he gives it back to Taylor. That wasn't something that I was expecting him to do, but I'm grateful for it all the same.

    "We used it to disable the cameras and the other sensors that were around this place." I say still not letting go of Taylor's hand. Wait, am I forgetting something? I feel like there was something really, really important involving the EMP and the-- Oh, shit. "And the bomb!"

    The world stands still as every single PRT officer in the surrounding area turns their heads towards me. "What?"

    "There's a bomb down there! I disabled it but-"

    "Evacuate the premise!" Armsmaster orders, raising an arm and signaling everyone out. "Call the bombs disposal squad!" He then turns his head at us. "And you-" But we don't hear the end of that sentence. With things having turned far too chaotic for my taste, I trigger the blink band and we teleport out.
     
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    For millennia, society had survived thanks to the carefully crafted illusion that the state had the monopoly of the strength of arms, forcing everyone to comply with its law. It was when this illusion cracked that the world fell into anarchy and chaos, with the masses grasping to satiate their wild desires by feasting on each other as if they were cannibalistic vultures. Society would eventually rebuild itself, but not before the individuals were restrained once again.

    No single event had threatened the pillars of society and risked dispelling that illusion in its entirety, as the arrival of parahumans had. How could it survive when the child following your son to school could kill an entire squad of trained soldiers on his own?

    And that was why being a parahuman was the art of living a double life. Not a chosen path, but one imposed by necessity. Society had created a new illusion where the demigods fought in the sky while leaving the mortals to continue with their normal lives, only occasionally interacting with the ones above.

    Few understood this as Coil did. After all, his power allowed him to take the 'masquerade' to its logical extreme, and exploit it for maximum gain.

    He lived two lives like few could, always picking the best of two choices.

    Sometimes he was forced to take greater risks, though. That day Coil had been forced to focus on a single reality as he was expecting a package from Accord.

    It was the third of its kind that he had received in the last three months, and like the previous ones it was its eventual destiny to be sent abroad. But first, it had to go through Coil's city.

    In one reality, the warehouse where the package would be received had been left empty except for a single soldier. That soldier was in charge of inspecting the state of the package while the rest of his troops waited in a building across the street, ready to intercept an attack or a potential betrayal.

    Once he ensured that the package wasn't damaged, the vehicle continued on its way. But it didn't reach far. It turned a corner and then violently stopped as it diverted off-course and crashed against a private house. His mercenaries rushed to its aid, only to find its three occupants unconscious and the package missing.

    Coil collapsed that reality and focussed on the other one. In that one, his mercenaries had been waiting inside the facility with orders to restrain the transport until Coil gave them orders to continue. He raised his radio and was about to inform them about the potential attack when the warehouse went black. All his cameras, sensors, and systems stopped transmitting. He triggered the self-destruct system but nothing happened. The explosives, too, had been disabled.

    He split the timelines once more, and in one reality he ordered Chariot to rush to the warehouse with a team of his mercenaries close behind.

    Chariot managed to send a final message about him reaching the facility before going silent.

    A moment later the reinforcements arrived, only to be swarmed by a variety of poisonous bugs. The mysterious assailant managed to keep them busy long enough for Armsmaster to arrive, at which point the battle had been lost with even more of his resources compromised.

    He collapsed that timeline and kept the other. The one where he had done nothing.

    He split the timeline again.

    In one he said: "Sergeant Hector, come in."

    "Yes, si-" The good sergeant's words were cut short when Coil pulled a gun and spilled the man's brain over the door.

    He closed it, and in the remaining one, he returned to his other works.

    Being forced to wait and let things happen represented a waste of time and effort, but it wasn't the first time he was forced to cut his losses. Even with careful calculations, two lives weren't enough to account for every single permutation of reality. True skill came from recovering after a loss like that, and recover he would.

    There was no information in the warehouse connecting his identity of 'Coil' to it, and the men stationed there didn't even know the true name of their employee. They just knew that he paid them, and the consequences of betraying him.

    The authorities might be able to link the warehouse to his company and his civilian identity, but there was enough obfuscation for him to claim ignorance of it. The convenient death of some members of his personnel would ensure that no suspicions would fall on Thomas Calvert.

    Several projects would suffer setbacks, others would have to be scrapped, and his relationship with Accord would take a hit, but he'd survive the witch hunt.

    And then he'd simply recover the package once the opportunity presented itself. For as long as the PRT ignored the name 'Coil', he'd be able to move at his leisure.


    Coil waited in his office, the tick of the clock like hammer blows against his skull.

    He had been blindsided.

    Made a fool of.

    In another timeline, his commando team had finished interrogating Director Piggot just in time for the PRT to storm in with hero support. It was a great disappointment that the woman hadn't known more than what Coil had already managed to uncover, and because of that was that he was waiting for his Tattletale to arrive.

    His intercom came to life informing of her presence, and Coil let her in.

    "Hi, chief! How are you today?" She greeted him, always with that irreverence of one who didn't understand how disposable they truly were.

    "Take a seat." He replied, aiming at the chair across his desk.

    "Woah, chief, you're cranky today." Her lips curled as her power absorbed the information around her and used the scattered facts to put together a conclusive picture. "Wait, the PRT found out about you? Oh, that's not good."

    "Not good for any of us. Especially you, Sarah."

    Lisa, born Sarah, stiffened her grin in a vain attempt at hiding her true emotions.

    Every human had a desire, and hers was as simple as they came: to own it all. She could have escaped his control months ago but he had shown her the forbidden fruit and now she craved for it. She couldn't allow Coil to fall until she was in a position to stage her coup and take over his enterprise.

    She was a threat, but a predictable one. That made her useful and easy to control.

    "Whatever you say, chief."

    On her seat, she found a folder with the information Coil had taken from the PRT. Including photos and a transcript of a meeting between Armsmaster and Director Piggot.


    "So, do we have our pyromaniacs?" Director's Piggot's desk was covered in photos. Some taken by Kid Win, some by Armsmaster, and the majority by diverse security agencies.

    Acquiring copies of those same photos had been trivial.

    The person she was talking to was Armsmaster, the servos of his armor locking him in place to not crush the chair under its weight. "After comparing the way the truck was opened with the damages caused to Winslow, I can say without a doubt that the same weapon was present during both events."

    There were two photos that were of interest to prove his point: one of an engine that had been melted in the middle, and the other of the back door of a truck that had been melted in a similar pattern.

    "And the same people?"

    The hero went quiet for a moment. "I'm still undecided."

    "The situation looks very clear to me, Armsmaster. A pair of children triggered and burnt their school down."

    It wouldn't have been the first time something like that happened. Chariot had been about to do the same when Coil found him.

    "There's something that doesn't fit. After being allowed access to Winslow's ruins I managed to find this." Browsing through the photos on the desk, he picked two. One had been taken on a concrete floor and was of what looked to be a metal cylinder full of wires. The second one was of the same cylinder but taken on Armsmaster's workshop.

    "That's a tinkertech device." The Director observed.

    "With Dragon, we have been trying to rebuild it, but our current theory is that it's an EMP emitter."

    Those words had clued Coil into what had happened to his warehouse, and later to Chariot in the reality he had discarded.

    He'd have to prepare defenses against devices such as those in the immediate future.

    "More evidence that Tech Priest was behind it."

    "At first glance, yes." Then Armsmaster presented a third photo, this one of the EMP grenade that he had inspected on-site. "But from what we managed to discern, Winslow's device works under different principles to reach the same result of Tech Priest's grenades."

    Piggot's eyes narrowed. "You're saying that they were built by two different tinkers."

    "Maybe Tech Priest inspired -or got inspired by- the first device. In whatever case, I'm sure that they are in contact with a second tinker."

    "Maybe he suffers some unknown limitation?" Piggot drummed her fingers against the desk while with the other hand she rubbed her lips. "He could be like Leet."

    "I thought about that but there's something else. The girl confirmed that she was the person that the Wards fought, but claimed that this was only their third night out."

    "How good is your lie detector?"

    Coil had tested it extensively in alternate timelines.

    "It has been heavily tested and I trust it as much as the rest of my equipment. Only people with abnormal mental conditions can trick it."

    "Could Ladybug have one of those 'abnormal mental conditions'?"

    "That's a question for the PRT psychiatrists, not me."

    Piggot folded her arms over her chest, spending a moment in deep thought. "Very well, what's your theory then?"

    "I believe that someone else is supplying them with tinkertech equipment. Supporting my point are the aesthetic and functional differences between the blade and the rest of Tech Priest's equipment. Tinkers always upgrade their equipment, but never to such an extreme degree when they're just starting out and working with what scrap they can scavenge."

    "And so we have Coil, a gang leader who outfits his mercenaries with tinkertech, being attacked by a pair of independent heroes outfitted, too, with tinkertech not of their own."

    Those words awakened a deep hatred in Coil's stomach. He'd built his enterprise piece by piece on blood and sacrifice. And now someone tried to emulate him? And target him directly? He had years in this game! He wouldn't be defeated.

    "Correct."

    Piggot browsed through the documents, picking out their medic's description of the wounds the mercenaries suffered. "I know some ex green berets who were trained in the use of caltrops as a tool of area-denial."

    "Do you think they were trained by someone with military training?"

    She tossed the paper aside as she released an annoyed groan. "Or read a book on it. I don't like this, there are far too many unknowns here. Tinkers always represent wild cards and we won't be able to predict Tech Priest until we figure out what his specialty actually is. But if your theory is correct, and I'm not saying that it is, that would explain those quirks of their behavior."

    "Should I upgrade their status to villains?"

    "Not yet. We want them to keep attacking the gangs and not us, so we'll maintain their status as vigilantes. But I want you to bring them in for questioning. Even if they weren't directly responsible for the fire of Winslow, we now have evidence that links them to that crime."

    "Understood."

    That worked fine for Coil. The more information the PRT extracted from the independents, the more information that would reach him.


    His Tattletale put the folder down. "They are wrong." She declared, making an unnecessary pause to make herself look intelligent. "There isn't just a second Tinker but they also have a Thinker. That's how they got information on you, boss."

    Coil pressed his lips into a thin line. So that was how it was. For someone who hid in shadows and secrecy, Thinkers were the greatest enemies. "Any idea who they might be?"

    "None, but I'm positive that they are adults." She laughed. "I know right? An adult sponsoring a team of teenagers to carry out his dirty deeds? What a strange concept!"

    "Were they responsible for Winslow?" He asked through clenched teeth.

    "They… Armsmaster's lie detector worked fine. But… uff, what a headache. I don't know. I'll need more information for that."

    It was frustrating not to get a definitive answer but it was ultimately irrelevant. He already had plans to investigate Winslow's students.

    "What's their relationship? Brother and sister?"

    "They... are they siblings?" She massaged the side of her head. "No, they recently met. The thinker put them in contact. Yeah, I think that's all I can get out of this."

    "Very well then."

    Coil split the timeline.

    In one reality he ordered his Tattletale out, with instructions to search for more information on the new player of the Bay.

    In the other, he pulled out his gun and enjoyed the expression of surprise in her face before he pressed the trigger.

    He collapsed that one and got back to work.

    Sadly his Tattletale hadn't given him as much information as he'd hoped, but once again he was one step ahead of the PRT.

    Dinah Alcott might no longer be in his reach, but now a new opportunity had presented itself. A thinker had come to his city and had dared to make war against him. Coil would find him, destroy him, and force him into submission.
     
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    • I think Tattletale's interpreting the SI as the Thinker because she's unable to conceive of how Peter gets such radically different tinkertech and the information he has.

    Or she's lying to poison Coil.
     
    PoopyheadPiero said:
    Ah, how i love and hate consequences of actions
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    Don't we all?

    OrigamiPhoenix said:
    I think Tattletale's interpreting the SI as the Thinker because she's unable to conceive of how Peter gets such radically different tinkertech and the information he has.

    Or she's lying to poison Coil.
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    The first part. TT can't come up with any other reason for how we could know about Coil's involvement, we 'magically' have knowledge and so 'Thinker' has to be the answer.

    Even if TT had lied to Coil, he routinely those close to him in search of traitors so he'd have found out about it.
     
    Another wonderful chapter. Coil interlude was especially interesting, but now comes the question, how much did Tattletale know and how much she told him? After all, her power is supposed to fill blanks, such as "Why did they reveal Coil?", "How much do they hate Coil?" or maybe even "Are they ready to kill Coil?". Thanks for the chapters mate, I hope you have a great day.
     
    Huh. Fallout.

    That just makes me remember how much bullshit tech is in Fallout. Wouldn't it literally let him remove a person's Brain without killing them?
     
    Ugh I hate these chapters so much. I mean they're great chapters, Taylor's emotion suppression was really nicely done as was her comforting and supporting Peter. But just a full chapter and a half of Assmaster with a chaser of creep Coil. Great read but just ugh.
     
    Stef said:
    Another wonderful chapter. Coil interlude was especially interesting, but now comes the question, how much did Tattletale know and how much she told him? After all, her power is supposed to fill blanks, such as "Why did they reveal Coil?", "How much do they hate Coil?" or maybe even "Are they ready to kill Coil?". Thanks for the chapters mate, I hope you have a great day.
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    No, TT's power isn't that strong, she needs something to work on and not even Coil has much information right now. If he gives her incomplete or wrong information, her result will be wrong too.
    If she actually gets to mett Peter or gets a video of him then she'll get all those answers, but for now she can only fill some details.
    Ralyx said:
    Pardon me, but what's this from? I thought we were still a ways off from the start of canon, so why would Coil consider Dinah to be forfeit already?
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    Truth be told I have some confusions about the timeline myself. This is two weeks before the start of canon (Taylor's fight with Lung) so Dinah should have already triggered. I don't know when or how Coil found out about her, so for now I working with the assumption that she was already in his radar.
    omni001 said:
    Ugh I hate these chapters so much. I mean they're great chapters, Taylor's emotion suppression was really nicely done as was her comforting and supporting Peter. But just a full chapter and a half of Assmaster with a chaser of creep Coil. Great read but just ugh.
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    Coil, I accept, but honestly I thought I had written Armsmaster as reasonable. He was right on much of what he said.
     
    Poliamida said:
    Truth be told I have some confusions about the timeline myself. This is two weeks before the start of canon (Taylor's fight with Lung) so Dinah should have already triggered. I don't know when or how Coil found out about her, so for now I working with the assumption that she was already in his radar.
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    Oh, apologies, I missed Chapter 16, so I had no clue that Team TP mentioned Dinah specifically. Speaking of Chapter 16:
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    Breath, Ladybug.
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    The verb is 'breathe'.
     
    Poliamida said:
    Coil, I accept, but honestly I thought I had written Armsmaster as reasonable. He was right on much of what he said.
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    Armsmaster's part mostly just came off as several minutes of him browbeating, yelling at, and loosely threatening a couple kids to the point one started to cower and had to be comforted by the older one. It was well written and in character for him, just personally uncomfortable to read. Plus honestly the few good points he makes are also somewhat compromised by the PRT's utter lack of a morale, competent, or non hypocritical leg to stand on. Oh also meta reader knowledge about said lacking of legs.

    Actually I know what, I know a comic that probably sums up how Armsmasters speech read to me a lot better.

     
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    Eh, Armsmaster cannot into Social. This was actually him behaving with restraint and moderate courtesy.

    Yeah, that's sad, I know.
     
    Odd question but just what was burning in the school? The buildings themselves are generally concrete/brick/block so not a structural fire and the contents of each room might be able to burn that room but that is it until you get to the library and book storage closets.

    To burn down a school built in the modern style (post 1940's) you need a fire using Chlorine Trifluoride as one of the few oxidizers that can get concrete and other normally flame resistant things to burn and would still need it in tanker truck amounts. Nothing like a fluorine fire to liven up the day.

    Also they need to learn the simple entry tricks that leave little or no evidence of how you entered. All schools have doors that even when the main doors are chained shut those with keys can enter for the staff that need to be there early/late and even the sports teams need access to the locker rooms on weekends and part of the reason they have gates in the school to close off sections. As for how simple access to buildings is thanks to poorly maintained or installed doors 75% of dead latches never engage so there is a good chance you can slip the latch on most doors that are not deadbolted or secured by other methods.
     
    omni001 said:
    Armsmaster's part mostly just came off as several minutes of him browbeating, yelling at, and loosely threatening a couple kids to the point one started to cower and had to be comforted by the older one. It was well written and in character for him, just personally uncomfortable to read. Plus honestly the few good points he makes are also somewhat compromised by the PRT's utter lack of a morale, competent, or non hypocritical leg to stand on. Oh also meta reader knowledge about said lacking of legs.
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    A couple of unknowns attacks your subordinates, burns down a school, starts a firefight around children, kills two people, plays it off as unimportant, lies to you, then ends the conversation with "oh btw, there's a bomb under our feet".

    These two idiots are lucky to not have been arrested, a harsh talking to is the least they deserve.
     
    Ralyx said:
    The verb is 'breathe'.
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    Tisaku said:
    leave
    Breathe
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    Thanks for the corrections!

    omni001 said:
    Armsmaster's part mostly just came off as several minutes of him browbeating, yelling at, and loosely threatening a couple kids to the point one started to cower and had to be comforted by the older one. It was well written and in character for him, just personally uncomfortable to read. Plus honestly the few good points he makes are also somewhat compromised by the PRT's utter lack of a morale, competent, or non hypocritical leg to stand on. Oh also meta reader knowledge about said lacking of legs.
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    That... is very much true. The good thing is that you won't be seeing him again for a while!

    But you should also consider what Raven just said.

    RedDeadShyguy said:
    Pretty sure Taylor was having a moment because of how similar the situation for the children was to her own trigger event.
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    Yeah, my headcanon is that Taylor needs to help all children who are restrained against their will because of how close that hits her own trigger event.

    Userid70 said:
    Odd question but just what was burning in the school? The buildings themselves are generally concrete/brick/block so not a structural fire and the contents of each room might be able to burn that room but that is it until you get to the library and book storage closets.
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    There's a lot. The fire started in the Gym and it was mentioned that the place is full of wood equipment. Then you have to consider that each classroom has a lot of wood and paper inside, from books to posters, to material in general and the desks themselves. If the school is anything like mine was then the corridors are also full of posters, the kid's works, and scattered papers. Also styrofoam ceilings are super dangerous and were forbidden here some years ago because they allow the fire to travel through the ceiling and I'm absolutely sure that Winslow has those. And let's not forget wooden doors and windows.
     
    I am aware that this is most likely wrong but i'm picturing Taylors costume being like Alucards from hellsing, only with no white and a red mask with a black visor, sort like this, Tech Pirests get up is something closer to a skitarri right? What if Tech Priest gets something that allows him to store schematics from is memory? Will he only be able to store what he builds or what?
     
    Abuse the hell out of your tech tree while you can, deus ex is a revolting thing to have in worm given what it can do, and soon cyberpunk will be added as just as busted.
     
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