Emergence 2.3
[X]You owe me an Explanation. Later. When I can process all this.
--You don't have time to dwell on this right now. You need to finish your research and figure out why the hell this unknown website knows your name. And why you know another language. And...a lot of things. Including how best to approach Brandish, since sooner seems like it would be better for that.
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Looking at the flickering cursor, which resembled nothing so much as a trail of crawling ants, you strove to find some sense, any sense, of what the hell was going on just now.
<Taylor, I--,>
<No. Later. I mean, yes, you owe me an explanation. Later. When I can process all of this.>
You don't have time to dwell on the bombshell Uncertainty just dropped on your lap. You need to finish your research and figure out why the hell this website knows your name. And how best to approach Brandish and deal with the Trio. And what to do about affiliations. And why you knew a new language. And...
No. No more of that. Solve practical problems now, deal with existential quandaries later.
Letting out a long and ragged breath, you return your attention to the cheerfully drawn Old Realm characters forming the subject bar along the top of the Pyrian Font page.
Welcome to the Pyrian Font!
Earth's only parahuman resource database created by Yozi-Chosen Exalts for Yozi-Chosen Exalts!
P.S: If you can read this, enjoy! (Taylor, this means you!)
Security Measures | Search Settings | PHO by Proxy | Subject: Aurora Americanis| Subject: Bay Capes| About Us (in Our own words)
You had your cursor hover over the 'About Us' header icon, before finally clicking on it. Might as well see what the damage is and figure out who the Hell knows your name and this language.
Why the hell do I feel inexplicably smug
about this whole situation? And relieved?
As a little loading icon of woman made of dancing flames twirled about on the screen a moment, you tried to keep your breathing and your heart-rate steady.
Well, you thought as you saw what information the page listed,
this at least explains why my name is on the intro page note.
About Taylor Anne Hebert, Chosen of the Principle of Hierarchy, Uncrowned Queen of Administration, Nascent Hero-Titan of Earth-Bet
- Bio: Taylor Anne Hebert is the daughter of Daniel Hebert and Annette Rose Hebert, nee--
From there, a large wall of text giving a fair summary of your life to date so far had been posted. Underneath the bio, a series of links to various sub-pages and (apparent) hosting space for essays and the like sat.
- Why I am going to be the greatest hero this city has ever seen, a brief summary.
- Ruminations on the nature of Exaltation and Titans.
- Meditations on the varied virtues of forgiveness and vindication.
- Wards vs Protectorate vs New Wave vs Solo: the debate rages on.
When the hell did I write this?
<During our conversation earlier.> Uncertainty offered, ever-willing to be helpful.
<You were lamenting how ineffecient it was to have to deal with the reduced speeds on accessing information on these data-crystals, and so you assigned a mental subroutine to create a page to gather the information for you, so you could peruse it at your liesure.>
<I...no. No way. This...sounds nothing like me. It...it calls me a fucking queen!>
<And?>
<Damnit! Is this another one of those things that only doesn't make sense because of something you've forgotten to tell me?>
<Er...I told you about the titles and Rulership over All Creation the usurper-Exalts did in the After Times, didn't I?>
<Seriously? Just. UUUUUUGH.> Uncertainty has
got to start anticipating things to tell you.
<If it's any consolation at all, it got the title wrong.>
<Oh, thank God for--,>
<If the attempt was to channel your past authority, the appropriate phrase would've been God-Queen, though even that is reductive in the extreme. You are quite thoroughly above any and all paltry gods.>
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Taylors
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After smacking yourself in the forehead and letting out a groan, you go back to hunting through the webpage, first reviewing the...frankly nigh-psychotic amount of personal security protocols the site ran through. Mollified that no one should be able to use its existence to track you to the public terminal you were currently using, you started reviewing the information you had.It...there was a lot of it. Nearly 100 verified or suspected capes in town. Four villainous organizations of arguable significance. Two notable hero organizations.
To start with, you pulled up the ABB's information. It...well, it was sobering. Especially considering that from what it said, you...might have reason to worry about Oni Lee coming after you. The ABB page detailed general information on the gang, including its oddly multicultural makeup, then specific information about Lung. Between what was formally entered on the wiki and what the most common speculation on the forums said, you'd managed to glean the following:
Lung could gradually transform. Maybe it was based on adrenaline, his emotional state, or something, but whatever it was, it made his powers more potent the longer he was in a fight. He healed at a superhuman rate, got stronger, got tougher, got bigger, and he grew armor plating complete with blades at each fingertip. Rumor had it that he even grew wings if he fought long enough. If that wasn't enough, he was a pyrokinetic, which meant he could create flame out of thin air, shape it, intensify it, and so on. That power apparently got stronger as he transformed, too.
As far as anyone knew, he had no upper cap on his transformation but how long the fight lasted.
If he wasn't scary enough on his own, there was the one you'd managed to actually encounter. Between what Lisa had told you and what you'd gathered yourself in fighting him, you'd actually ended up using the PHO proxy tab to spoof an account in order to make updates of your own to the teleporting knife-thrower's page. People had known about his either teleportation or duplication trick. It hadn't been listed as being part and parcel of the same ability. You appended a report the trawler had found of him having used his duplication teleport in rapid succession, rendering up anywhere from five to ten copies of himself, all set to explode.
Uncertainty had been right. Until you'd gotten lucky with the bandolier, he
had been toying with you. If Glory Girl hadn't shifted the odds...you shuddered at the thought. It didn't help your sense of insecurity that his wiki page had an immense warning message emblazoned in crimson text telling people that he was excessively violent, dangerous to encounter, and that he should not be provoked.
Wish I could've known that before the other night.
You also realized that...oh, no no no no.
Shit. If that picture of his outfit was accurate...you had a handgun...which had previously belonged to a known violent, criminal sociopath...sitting in your hidey-hole in the house's basement. And Dad had invited company over tonight. Resolving to broach that subject when you spoke with Brandish, you moved on for now. Existential terror later. Practical knowledge now.
From there, you'd segued over to the relevant forum threads. You'd been bemused to discover you'd made the national news...in both your identities, even if Taylor Hebert had only been mentioned in passing as a minor human interest note on the bigger context of 'the aurora' and what the capture of two of the Empire's major capes, and the rumored death of Oni Lee at the hands of the spindly new cape (you) which people had begun to assume after someone's camera phone video of Oni Lee's clone blasting apart under the force of multiple grenades--and all over you and your borrowed clothing--had been leaked. Not really sure how that would play out, you'd nonetheless looked through the profiles of each of the Empire's major capes as well, so that you didn't get blindsided next time you went out. Well, no. That wasn't really the worry. You were perceptive. If anyone got close enough to hit you, you could
feel them standing there. The worry wasn't that you couldn't see it coming, really.
It was that you'd be trapped like you were with the trio. You always saw their attacks coming. People didn't really manage surprise you. What you never managed was to act in time to make a difference.
That was what you needed to fix. You needed to stop reacting and start
acting instead.
From there, you had to hunt through the various threads about yourself...90% of which devolved either into unspeakable things,
Seriously! What the hell, internet! It's been TWO DAYS! Who has that much time to draw that! or which degenerated into a compilation of Slenderman memes. You forced yourself to stop looking at the info on your debut after the second poster was banned for linking in a
meme comparing Slenderman (and by extension you) to Mannequin of the Slaughterhouse Nine.
From there you went on to review the available information about New Wave, and about Brandish in particular. Most of it was familiar, though the part about how they'd taken down Marquis got your oddly recalcitrant demon to, much to your horrified chagrin, actually pipe up. Apparently, Uncertainty whole-heartedly approved of the Marquis' management style, and stringently insisted that much of the city's current conundrum was due to the power vacuum created when the Marquis had been defeated and shipped off to the Birdcage. You thought about trying to explain to him why, no, advocating summary execution of followers who failed you was in fact
not a sound managerial strategy, but yet again resolved to save the things that made you feel you were losing what remained of your sanity for another time, another day if need be. If...if Uncertainty wasn't overselling you on the power at your disposal, then you and everyone around you needed for you to hang onto that.
<OVERSELLING?! IF ANYTHING, I'VE BEEN TRYING NOT TO WORRY YOU!>
You...no. You remain firm.
<NOT. NOW. Later.> Another time. But you
will have your answers when that time comes. However, that time is
not now.
Calming your breathing, you return your attention to investigating the local members of the protectorate and PRT, to the extent you can find adequate information on them. It's during that line of research that a new post was brought to your attention via the PHO forum proxy. Apparently someone left a message that pinged several of your searches at once, both those for Lisa and posts about 'new cape in town' you (as opposed to 'Taylor Hebert' you).
Subject: T
Sorry things didn't end on such a great note. Don't worry about giving back the outfit you borrowed. Still had my spare in the bag. Just wanted to say it sounds like you handled yourself well.
Owe you one. Would like to return favor. Meet or call?
Send a message,
L.
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Afternoon Action (Pick One): You still have another three to four hours until the get-together at home. That should be time enough to get in touch with one of the folks who'd been trying to get your attention in the last few days, right?
[ ]Contact someone
-[ ]Stunt: Whom? (e.g: Dad, Amy, Victoria, Lisa)
--[ ]Why?
[ ]Go somewhere
-[ ]Stunt: Where? (e.g: home, the Boardwalk, the Ship Graveyard.)
--[ ]Why?
[ ]Get your explanation
-[ ]Stunt: Where? (as above, but staying at library is option)
[Limit: 1 point removed due to Act of Villainy!]
Available to begin training as of 2.3:
None. Training locked to training Intolerable Burning Truths (Mother Before Daughter) -- aka: Helping and Hanging out with Dad for a minimum of 4 hours tonight.
Available to purchase as of 2.3:
Sifu (Uncertainty): (1-4)
Sifu (Past Life): (Capped by Past Life dots)
Past Life: 3-5
Savant: 1-5 (capped by Past Life dots)
Abilities as before.
Lore Specialty: Programming
Lore Specialty: ABB
Lore Specialty: PRT/Protectorate
Lore Specialty: The Brockton Bay Brigade / New Wave