- Location
- A land of Dreams, Nightmares, and Fairytales.
It better have that stupid cake, people DIED for the development of that cake.
In Nuclear Fire
- Thread starter Poliamida
- Start date
- Location
- Planet Earth
REALLY hoping for some good technology branches for self-improvement focused on Biology, Soul, stuff like that. Like, DC Tech, MC using a Kryptonian Genetic Resequencer to make themselves a Kryptonian(without weaknesses, as those are designed in). Maybe with a splash of Czarnian(for regeneration), Malthusian(for long life)... Maybe Dr. Who, MC gets a Gallifreyan Time-Lord Resequencer. As their abilities were added, not evolved. MC could have infinite regenerations, like the original Dr. Instead of the limit of 11 that the Gallifreyans imposed on themselves.
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MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
One of things that irk me in works based on Portal is that the portal gun can create a portal on any surface, sometimes even on thin air. I may not be a huge Portal fan, but it was a big part of the mechanics and even for the climax of the second game that you could only make portals on white walls.
I'm not sure whether or not that will be used when Portal finally comes about, but I'll be waiting for it when it comes.
I'm not sure whether or not that will be used when Portal finally comes about, but I'll be waiting for it when it comes.
Crescent Glaive
Knight Of The Blood Moon
- Location
- The Blood Moon Keep, Planet Noxum IV
With a name like Tech Priest, i'm partly expecting 40k tech to enter the play at some point🤔
Damn it, i'm incredibly jittery after reading this fic. It's so damn good
Damn it, i'm incredibly jittery after reading this fic. It's so damn good
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
Not even that, if we go for the canon gun then it can only work on walls that had been previously treated with moon rock dust. I'm not limiting them that hard, but they won't be the be-all-end-all of transportation. Most definitely they won't work on thin air.
40K is one of those trees that I'm saving for much later. It's so damn powerful! Even the Guard routinely field weapons that could one-shot an EB. Mind you, Starcraft can also reach high levels of absurdity but I compensated by Peter not knowing much about the Lore and it being his starting tree, so he didn't have many resources to work with.
Fixed! Thanks.
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Axolotlmann
Ambyostoma sapiens
- Location
- Immer da wo der Fisch gewesen ist
But they're cute, Poli. The little cuddly wuddly monstrosities. Don't call then gross, you'll hurt their feelings.
Well, glory to the Omnissiah I say. There is no certainty in flesh but death.
And I realize now that both of my answers contradict themselves. Well, whatever.
MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
If I remember right and the Portal-universe Moon doesn't have any moonscience minerals, the Moon is actually made of about the same minerals as found on Earth. I'm not into moon-walls, but I actually like the white wall panels. Like they're removable and look like it's made of stiff cardboard or plywood with white plaster.
Portal Gun portals are not sized excitingly, I agree. It's really enough for a single file line and it may even fail halfway through if the surface is moved. Like imagine pulling through a large box and an earthquake destabilized the portal; though we can discount that especially since this rule is actually broken by that one room in the game.
Also, is Pokemon in consideration? That series has some strong technology and stupid powerful creatures.
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
The official list of approved trees can be found in this post: Tinker of Fiction (Worm/Sort of Crossover)
Mind you, I'm not restricting myself to the official list and might end up using trees that aren't there.
But yes, Pokemon is a perfectly viable tree.
- Location
- How should I know!?
Not sure if I would ever use it personaly, Pokeballs and some items are cool but the fact that you would have a limited time and had to pick pokemon you would want to make...
Nahh, the most quickest way is crump all the non fundamental resources and make... Mew! Then where sold!
- Location
- How should I know!?
Mew needs time to make all Pokemon, time I would not be willing to bother with if I could have Zerg, or Warframes, or Digimon. Call me old fashioned but when things like Zion lurk around I would rather have a Digihazard/Kerrigan/Sentient on my side asap.
Yeah, would choose those but if a tech tree has a limited time and randomizes especially when you don't know if their permanently gone or on the back of the line or something makes ya tend to get the tech necessary to 'build' a lot or all of dem tech without it on your head.
Honestly, first thing I would do in that situation would be pretty much the same and build a drone and if I can get spaceflight that can travel fast in the Sol System I'll launch 'em off planet without Ziz deciding on shooting it down and start making an outpost on moon, mars and the asteroid belt to harvest materials especially on the gas giants and if lucky get a tech with a portal or gateway technology.
But that would take a lot of time... unless if you go fuck it, Imma go make a mecha swarm ala Zerg and start cleaning off huge plots of areas for materials.
Ditto for the win !!!
Cannon powers are limited to the planet, i think it was expanded to the planet in all universes later but i am sure that it was limited to Earth, so the race don't just run away with shards.
Tremble mortals before the might of CHILDREN CARD GAMES.
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
Dude, thanks for the coments, but put them in a single post. Mods don't like multi-posts.
It was hotwired or Manton Limited because 'umies can't survive off world that's why even Sphere who would later became Manequin of the murderhobo group S9 had a loophole that made him plan to make a moon base and well... Ziz knocked and JS bullshitted on him so it was unfinished.
And if ya check some lore about the Entities, they had attached to species who can travel off planet and some had even planetary colonies. I don't know if they ever attached to Federation, UEG, System Alliance, Citadel, Terran(and don't make me think of the EoM's Empire), Etc. level of civilizations but that would deem to have a strong level of foundation so I think they won't do it unless in certain circumstances or conditions are met.
Also running away with shards? The shards itself is attached to the host planet on an unhabited parallel world and the only thing attached to a parahuman who had no strange fucked up mutations or second trigger is that of those two growths on their head that transmits [DATA!] and the host's status as a host and given the Entities are multi-dimensional parasitic space whales and their size...
In lore also, Tinker blueprints even if sabotaged have those who have specific specializations or combo's can build stuff that will make them leave off world but if they start a mass exodus or a huge amount of population the Entities would shoot it down.
In Nuclear Fire 11
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
In Nuclear Fire 11
There's electricity in the air as I walk through the halls of Clarendon High. No one's saying anything, but the faculty must be on edge. I see it on the way the principal remains glued to the phone, talking to what must be some concerned parent, and on the way that only half of my classmates attend that day.
Missy is there, but she doesn't seem to have slept last night. The fire must have also put the Wards on high alert.
"Hi, Missy!" I greet her.
"Peter." Wow, she really doesn't seem to be in the mood for talking.
"Everything fine with you?"
"Yeah, yeah." She rubs her eyes. "I just had a busy weekend, that's all. Do try to behave today because I seriously don't have time for your bullshit."
"I'll do the best I can."
"Make sure you do."
I don't see her again for the rest of the day.
This time, when I get home, I don't even have time to say hello before Taylor is already on me, crushing me under a hug.
"Peter!"
"H-hi." I manage to say. "You seem happy."
"Look at this!" She drags me to the kitchen where there's an open newspaper waiting for me. "They wrote an article on us!"
"They did?" I ask in surprise.
It most definitely didn't make the front page, but on page 20 there's a small article about the man we saved. According to the story, he was coming late from a get-together with friends when his taxi was boarded. He was dragged out, stabbed, and robbed, but the intervention of two independent heroes saved his life. He successfully arrived at the hospital and is on his way to make a full recovery.
I do make a small observation. "The article doesn't mention our names."
"Who cares?" Taylor says swinging her arms over her head. "We did something good. We saved a man's life."
I'd be lying if I said I don't feel all warm inside too. To save another person's life… there's no feeling that can compare to that.
"Now come to the attic, there's something else I want to show you."
Taylor's on a roll! I follow her command and when we arrive she hands me my visor.
Wow. The number of resources that the drone consumed suddenly jumped up from this morning. I can also see that the 3D map of the bay has suddenly increased in size, with several 'patches' of explored terrain all over the neighborhood. But no tunnels are connecting those sections, suggesting that Taylor physically moved the drone around.
"What happened here?"
"Well, do you remember the computer carcasses we found at the factory?" Dear Lord, she's talking at ten words a second. It seems that the article and the absence of Winslow have done wonders of her mental health. "Well, I went back and forth from there all morning! I cut them down into smaller chunks with the blade and brought them here to feed the drone!"
"Oh, that's very smart." But wait, that alone wouldn't be enough to report this growth in resources.
"Then I thought-" Oh, she's already explaining that part. "There are a lot of constructions all over the city that were left abandoned years ago! But they weren't dismantled because of something about a legal dispute over their ownership. At least that's what dad explained to me that one time I asked him."
"Taylor, breathe."
"Yes, yes, sorry. I'm excited. So, I found several. There were no copper wires or anything of what you usually search for, but I found a lot of steel beams. I did the same, cut them up, and carried them here!"
For how long was she at it? "That's great! But why did you bring the drone with you?"
"Because there was a lot more metal there than I could possibly bring, even with the teleporter. So I brought the drone with me to tag the location in your map so I could then order it to dig straight to the construction site from our basement. I did that with several other construction sites. I found four that haven't been touched in years!"
I slowly nod. "You did an incredible job."
"All in a day's work!" She proudly punches her chest. "I thought that as I'll be having some free days, I should do more to help."
She's making me blush. "Thanks. Seriously."
"Oh! I also found these!" Maybe she didn't find copper wires, but what she did find were water pipes and valves. Also a water faucet. She has an entire bathroom in here! "This looked useful so I saved the pieces before feeding them to the drone."
"Good thing you did." The faucet isn't that interesting but there's a lot I can do with the pipes. Some changes here and there and I'll have a barrel and a compressed air tank. "Remember the tranquilizer darts rifle you wanted? I can build it with this." Building the darts will be a problem, though. Maybe I can build a dispenser? Something that I can feed chemical to, and that will pop out ammunition.
"Great! Next patrol will go much better than the last one!" Her enthusiasm is worthy of admiration, it's very contagious.
We hear the main door opening and her attention shifts to her father.
"Dad! We're up here!"
"Taylor?" His voice sounds sore and tired. More than usual. "Come here for a moment, we need to talk."
We exchange glances. That doesn't sound good.
My mind races through the possibilities as we dash down the stair. Does he suspect something? Were we found out? Did the PRT contact him?
We find him seated on the sofa, his briefcase in front of him, and his head on his hands.
"Taylor, we have a problem."
"Dad? What's wrong?"
"It's about your transfer to a new school. You don't show up in the city's records."
My heart skips a beat.
"What!?"
Inside my room, I muse and grumble while I think.
A little piece of trivia I'd forgotten from canon was that one of the reasons why the PRT had trouble finding Taylor was because of the mess that were Winslow's records. She didn't even have a picture and freaking Dragon had trouble making sense of them! And if an AI couldn't handle them, what can we expect from stupid meat bags?
That isn't helped by the fact that Winslow's servers are now a melted piece of plastic because, as it turned out, the records in the city's department of education are outdated.
Who would have guessed that Brockton Bay had a half-assed educational system?
The only silver lining is that Taylor isn't the only student in a similar situation but still means that if we don't fix this, she might have to retake the 10th grade next year.
Honestly, I wouldn't care if it happened to me, but Taylor doesn't seem to share my opinion.
"I don't want to get pulled a year." The girl of the hour freaks out while walking back and forth around my room.
While she does that, I'm busy doing more useful stuff. Namely, finishing a small upgrade for my visor. For this, the Khaydarin Crystal has proven to be worth its weight in gold as it allowed me to bypass several material requirements and go straight for the programming.
With this new module, I can access the local internet.
Now, the problem here isn't just that Taylor needs to enter a new school mid-semester, but also that there's no registry of her grades.
I browse for options. "You could claim to be homeschooled and take the entrance exam for Immaculata or Arcadia."
"Don't they cost money?"
Shit, they do. And looking at the two schools' webpages… yeah, that looks like way more money than we have.
Ok, next plan.
"What if you pretend to be Jewish?"
"What?!" You don't need to yell, Taylor! Good thing that Dany left trying to look for options on his own.
"Well," I explain. "Hebert is a surname related to Jewish people. If we make them believe that you're part of a minority, that will increase your dollar-value as a student and have more schools want you." I very purposely do not mention her curly hair.
Taylor's face goes blank for a moment there. "I… I don't even know where to start with that, but what about the part where the fucking Nazis control half the city?"
"Yes, but they are on my list." A very, very long list, but which got shorter after Winslow.
"I'm not pretending to be a Jew!" She folds her arms. "That's disrespectful."
"As you wish." Two options down, not that many left. "Now, how good were your grades last year?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"If your grades were good enough a school might take you if they believe you can bring their average up. That's important for funding."
She shakes her head. "They weren't good. Ever since Winslow started my grades have been going down."
That's not an option either, then. If this was just her trying to move to a new school it would be much easier, but the fire left hundreds of students on the streets. The good schools poached the few honor students that were in Winslow, and then blocked the access to everyone else claiming space concerns.
"Ok, I do have good news. There's one school that will take you."
"What's the bad part?"
Oh, she's not going to like it. "Its name is Institute 3409, doesn't have a proper name, and from what I'm reading might be as bad as Winslow. Also, because of your lost records, they'll probably stick a 2.0 in all the classes you were supposed to have taken, and shove you into remedial classes."
"No. No, no." She presses her palms against her eyes. "I'm not going through another Winslow. I don't want to end up in remedial classes! This was a mistake."
Well, that just settles it. Our legal options are a bust but that doesn't mean we don't have many others. And that's where the module I just installed in my visor once again comes into play because that's just the first step into a more robust upgrade.
"Why did I have to listen to you? This is your fault!"
There's a thud when my visor slides out of my hands and hits the floor.
Thankfully nothing is broken, but that was just uncalled for! Because, yes, I know she's distressed! Yes, I know this is an awful situation for her! And yes, I know this is my fucking fault for not thinking ahead, but I don't need her to remind me of that fact! "I know." I tell her through clenched teeth. "And you know what? I'm proud of it and would do it again."
"Of course you would! You weren't the one screwed by any of this!"
I bit my tongue to not yell at her. "I wasn't, no." I stare right into her eyes. "But do answer me this: when was the last time you felt this happy? When was the last time you actually looked forward to a new day? When was the last time you smiled and considered that killing yourself wasn't the answer?!"
Her eyes widened in shock.
"That's why I'd do this again."
Her entire body shakes with my question, her fingers clenching as she grips her pants. She doesn't answer, and with heavy steps, she walks out of my room.
A moment later I hear her slamming her door.
With Taylor away, I release a sigh. Shit, that could have gone better. Everything could have gone so much better. I could have thought more about this, maybe save the archives in case something like this happened, or do something else to smooth things out. Have a plan to fall back into.
Part of me wants to tell Taylor how stupid she's being for worrying about school in a world that's about to end, and another part fears adding to Taylor's worries by telling her about such imminent end of the world.
Shit, I so much hate this place. Why can't things go right for once?
Well, when life gives you lemons, you break her legs and force her into compliance.
I'll make things right.
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In Nuclear Fire 12
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
In Nuclear Fire 12
Thursday comes and goes mostly like the day before. Some more students attend this time around but several chairs remain empty. Missy is there, looking far better than on Monday, but still clearly distracted.
When I get home I find Taylor absent. We haven't talked since our argument and I find both the Blink Band and her visor at her spot in the attic. I'm worried about her. Eventually, she returns, claiming to have been at the library, and remains distant for the rest of the day.
Shit, this is just like the first day! I don't want things to go back to how they were!
Dinner is done in the blink of an eye and she secludes herself in her room.
At least my tinkering offers a nice distraction from the drama of human interaction.
On Wednesday, Missy notices my mood. "What got you down?"
I play with my food a bit but I'm just not feeling hungry. "I got into an argument with my cousin."
She nods in sympathy. "Ah. Yeah, arguments in the family are never nice." I'm reminded that her trigger event was her parents' messy divorce. "She goes to Winslow, doesn't she?"
"Used to." I push my tray away. I'm just not feeling like eating right now. "After the fire, she has been looking for a new school, and that has all of us in a bad mood."
"Sorry to hear that." She palms my shoulder. "Hope things get better on your side. Truly."
"Yeah, I hope for the same thing."
It's on Thursday when things take a turn in Clarendon.
"Attention students," The sound system flares into life with the Principal's voice. "Classes will be suspended until further notice. Please return to your houses and wait for an official announcement on when we'll be returning to normality."
My classmates start whispering to each other, as confused as I am about what just happened. As we walk out, I see Missy leaving with her grade.
"Hey, Missy!" I call her. "What's going on?"
"I don't know." There's an edge to her tone. "They haven't told me anything."
'They' could refer to the PRT or the school faculty, I can't be sure. Whatever the case is, I make my way back home.
"Hello?" I tentatively called out. It's not a surprise when I don't get an answer, but what is a surprise, and a fairly worrying one, is that both the Blink Band and Taylor's visor are missing.
Shit!
Is she out on patrol? No, her costume is still here and I doubt she'd go out without it, no matter how frustrated she's feeling.
My visor is here, so I could use it to track her down!
That doesn't sit well with me, though.
But what if she's in danger? In her first night out she fought Lung, and the two times we went out we found troubles!
No, no, she doesn't have her costume so she shouldn't be looking out for troubles. Also, it's the middle of the morning!
Oh, please, this is Taylor! She'll jump in at the first sight of anything potentially life-threatening! And didn't the Undersiders robbed the bank in the middle of the morning too?
What should I do? What should I do?
Should I trust her not to get into trouble?
Ha! As if.
I have to get out there! I need to help her in case she's in trouble and--
And that's when I'm momentarily blinded by a sudden flash of light, and then Taylor is there standing in front of me with a backpack over her shoulders.
It takes both of us a moment to realize that the other is there.
I yell in surprise.
She yells in surprise, and then trips and falls to the ground. There's a clunking sound as several circuits boards and other electronics come rolling out of the backpack.
"Peter!" She finally manages to exclaim.
"Taylor." I reply in kind. "Hi."
"H-hi." She picks herself up from the ground, glancing with embarrassment at the circuitry scattered all over the floor. "Why are you here so early?"
This is… kind of awkward. But it's nice that we're talking again. "School's suspended until further notice. Maybe because of the fire."
"Ah." She replies in an equally awkward fashion.
"And you? What have you been up to?"
She looks uncomfortable for a second, as if not sure what to say, and finally she shows me the content of the backpack.
My eyes widened in surprise. There are a lot of electronics there.
"Where did you find this?" I pull out motherboards, the inside of a broken sound system, and more.
"Here and there." She shrugs looking away from me. "I have been picking them up from trash cans and other places. I also made a trip to the garbage dump outside the city. That's what I had been doing these last few days."
"Why?"
"Because-" She pauses, taking a moment to compose herself. "I wanted to apologize. For telling you that this was your fault."
I need a moment to process that. "It... kind of was?"
"No, it wasn't!" Her yell makes me flinch. "I was right there, I could have stopped you but I didn't."
"I forced your hand, didn't I?" I mean, I told her about the burning after I had already cut the pump in half.
"Oh, please, I'm the older one here. I should be the one thinking ahead instead of going along with whatever you came up with."
There is… a lot to unpack there. Starting with my actual age, but age alone is not a reflection of a person's maturity or experience. And I'm the first to admit that I'm far from the most mature person around. "I'm not very good at measuring the consequence of my actions."
"Oh, believe me, I noticed." She smiles. "And it's also not your fault that the city screwed me over. That's on Winslow. Again." She takes a seat, and I make myself comfortable next to her. "You were right, you know? The last time I felt as happy as I was on Monday… I honestly don't remember. I haven't felt happy for a long time, not since mom died." She sighs. "So, sorry, and thank you."
That is nice to hear if I'm being honest. "Eh, don't worry about it. I shouldn't have yelled at you either. So, friends again?"
"Definitely." She ruffles my hair. "But, hey, a question."
"Shoot."
"That thing you told me. About-" She gestures with her hand, trying to find the right words. "About me wanting to kill myself. Why did you say that?"
Because you're self-destructive and borderline suicidal, Taylor. At least that was what Tattletale said in her interlude. Or was that in one of Wilbow's posts? Is that even canon? I don't remember.
Of course I don't tell her that! It would raise far too many questions, but there is another thing I can say. One that isn't even a lie.
"I think I was projecting a bit there." I shrug. Not for the first time, I wonder if the reason I hate Taylor so much as a character is because of how much she reminds me of myself at my worst. And that's not a pretty image to see. "Some years ago I went through a bad phase. I just accused you of what I'd have done in your place."
She puts an arm over my shoulders. "Sometimes it's hard for me to grab my head around the fact that you're younger than me."
I smile but don't say anything else.
"Now," She adds. "Are you going to show me what you've been working on? Because I know you have something planned."
I jump to my feet. "Oh, absolutely! Now, let me show my Visor 2.0."
I point her at what would be best described as my workstation. My visor no longer looks like futuristic night vision goggles, and instead like the bulbose eyes of a mechanical fly. Very much like a mix of Nova's visor and Adam Jensen's shades that will go very well with Taylor's insect theme once I'm done with hers. Among many others, the most important upgrade is Jensen's Hacking Device that will allow me to access any mundane computer system.
"I was thinking that, as the City doesn't have your entry, we should break into the Department of Education and load the info ourselves."
Taylor takes a moment just staring at the new thing I created. "If the PRT already believes you to be a tinker, won't they get even more suspicious when my name magically pops up?"
That… is not something that crossed my mind. Not at all. I raise an index and… no, still nothing. "Well… any suggestions?"
"I do, actually." She presses her fingers together. "I was looking online, and instead of just adding my file to Arcadia's roster, you could add me to their enrollment test. Does that sound good to you?"
That sounds like a simple and reasonable plan. Not something I'd have thought about. "We'd still need to break into the Department of Education."
"Consider that my gift to you."
"And you'd need to take and pass the test. Unles--"
"We are not breaking into Arcadia to steal the answer!" She quickly adds before I can even formulate my idea. "This is something I want to do. Prove myself that I can be in Arcadia."
I can respect. I still find it stupid, but worthy of respect. "Fine, but I am helping you study."
"That I'd appreciate."
Well, that went better than expected.
"So," I clap. "Considering that I won't be having classes for a while either, why don't we do this tonight?"
Armsmaster’s Interlude
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
Armsmaster's Interlude
Inside his laboratory in the Protectorate Base, Colin Wallis hummed to himself as he finished his next project: a tranquilizer serum and delivery system that would counter the regeneration of high-level brutes. That device would be the one to finally help him bring Lung down.
On the corner of the room there was the container that housed his halberd, currently going through debugging, and on the desk, stained by oil and battery acid, laid abandoned a child's drawing of a power armor. That one had been given to him by Vista, who in turn had received it from one of the children that the Wards program had identified as a potential trigger. So far that case remained inconclusive, and so Colin had promptly forgotten about it.
It wouldn't be the first time that a gifted child was confused with a parahuman one.
His computer pinged informing about the reception of a new message. He opened it and saw the image of an orange cat eating what looked to be an Italian dish. Underneath it, there was a short phrase that read: This is your daily reminder that you have to eat real food.
Colin smiled at that. Dragon always had a way to get to him.
The message did remind him about something but not just his diet. He had the data on continental tides that Dragon wanted, and maybe with another month of hard work they'd be able to successfully predict where Leviathan would attack next.
He was halfway through writing that message when his computer pinged again. This time it wasn't a message, though. It was a call, and an urgent one for the look of it.
"Armsmaster here." He answered.
"Armsmaster, this is Renick. I'm sending you pictures from the Fire and Arson Investigation team. I want your opinion on them."
The case the Deputy Director was talking about was Winslow's fire. Normal arson cases took weeks to properly investigate, but this had been a school, a public building. The case had been classified as a potential terrorist action, speeding several procedures up. And if now they were asking for his expertise…
He frowned as he opened the files.
One hour later the entire Protectorate team was assembled at the conference room, together with Deputy Director Renick, and Director Piggott through teleconference.
"What's the issue, boss?" Assault asked in his dismissive tone.
Ignoring him, Armsmaster signaled at the screen where several pictures were in display. "As you all know, Winslow High burned down on Friday. Moments ago, the case was reclassified as 'Arson with Parahuman Powers'."
The team tensed at his words. He couldn't blame them. Brockton Bay was already the center of criminal parahuman activity of North America, but at least most villains tried to stay clear of schools. Not only to not bring heat on their heads, but also because places like Winslow were prime centers of recruitment, and markets for drugs and other illegal items.
The burning of a school suggested a level of malice that his city didn't need.
Assuming that this had been an adult parahuman, of course. Something he wasn't sure about yet.
"What evidence do we have to support that it was a parahuman?" Miss Militia asked, pulling her scarf down to massage her upper lip.
Pressing several buttons on the keyboard, Armsmaster brought to the front of the screen several photos with his annotations written over them. "The backdoor was cut open by a blade-shaped object emitting extreme heat. So was the pump of the fire sprinkler system. This could have been the work of a striker, but the running theory is a tinker." The screen changed one more time, this time to show what remained of Winslow's computer lab. "The reason for this, is that multiple computer parts were found missing."
"Could it have been a recently triggered student?"
Armsmaster had spent the previous half an hour arguing with Renick's people over that, and they had failed to reach an agreement. "That's still under investigation, but my personal opinion is that it's doubtful. Not only the pump, but also the alarms and the cameras were disabled before the fire started. This suggests a level of planning and premeditation that doesn't fit with a recently triggered person." Even less so if they assumed a recently triggered high schooler.
This time it was Director Piggott's turn to take the floor. "Kid Win and Aegis fought a new parahuman during their patrol two weeks ago. Could it be related?"
Armsmaster had seen those pictures. The few ones that survived after Kid Win's equipment had malfunctioned due to the discharge of electricity. The parahuman in question was almost as tall as Aegis, suggesting a male, and had been carrying tinkertech equipment.
"Maybe. 'Sting', as was tentatively named, was equipped with an energy blade that would fit with the shape of the damage caused. Their weapon was observed only dealing nonlethal damage, but we can't discard the possibility of alternate modes, or the tinker in question having developed a new tool. For now, they are considered a potential suspect, and have to be approached as a villain."
Sting was also a big unknown for the PRT. His costume looked amateurish and hand-made, yet the acts of distracting Aegis with sand, and later by throwing a heavy object into the water, suggested he had some form of combat experience.
"How are we going to proceed with the investigation?" Once again Director Piggott was asking the important questions.
"The Brockton Bay Police Department has shared with the PRT the files they have on Winslow. Including the students' roster. Even if they aren't the prime suspects, we are working under the theory that a student was involved in the incident, and so the PRT will monitor their activities in search of abnormal behavior. Any question?"
There were none.
Armsmaster looked at Piggott, who nodded at him. "In that case, you're dismissed."
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Is it? I couldn't find any mention on google of it being related to jewish people.
The only reason they are sometimes mentioned together in the worm fandom is that taylor mistakenly gets called a heeb once (in costume so it means nothing to do with her looks), which means jew but she feared refered to to her real name for a second.
Huh, I forgot about that. Always nice to see a rarely mentioned piece of cannon used in an interesting way.
Ha, Karma. Nice to see Taylor actually benefit from big brother's incompetence for once.
That took me a second to get.
Would Garfield even be a thing in Bet?
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It's... weird. Heber is a jewish name that appears in the bible, but I couldn't find the real origins of the surname HeberT. A lot of people accept Hebert being a jewish surname (despite not necesarily being one) and so I'm using that here.
Garfield was created in 1976, so I hope he still is relevant in Bet.
That took me a second to get.
Would Garfield even be a thing in Bet?